The harsh electronic chirp shatters your dreamless slumber, drawing a primal rumble from your throat. Without hesitation, your massive talon - each scale glinting like polished obsidian - impales the comlink. Blue sparks dance across your claw as the device dies with a pathetic whimper.

The peaceful darkness claims you once more, but it's fleeting. The distinctive whine of repulsorlifts cuts through the air, followed by the crunch of landing gear settling on soil. Your consciousness surfaces with a surge of irritation, triggering your transformation. Your form swells and shifts, bones crackling as they elongate. Iridescent scales ripple across your expanding frame as massive, leather-like wings unfurl from your shoulders. The indominus rex form towers in the cave, each breath a low hiss through rows of dagger-like teeth.

With several powerful beats of your wings, you launch toward the cave's mouth. The membrane of your wings catches the light, casting serpentine shadows across the rocky walls. The scent of ship fuel and familiar presences reaches your heightened senses before you see them.

Anakin and Ahsoka stand at the entrance, their forms small and fragile compared to your massive frame. Relief flashes across Anakin's face as he speaks your name - "Nyx" - but it quickly morphs into uncertainty. Your eyes, burning like twin supernovas of crimson, fix upon them with an intensity that speaks of something feral, something changed. The wilderness has carved something primitive into your psyche, something that makes Ahsoka's hand instinctively drift to her lightsaber, her fingers wrapping around the hilt as she warns her master with clear trepidation: "Umm, Master, I don't think that's Nyx anymore."

"I'm sure it is," Anakin says, his voice wavering with barely concealed doubt. His fingers twitch near his lightsaber hilt, betraying his unease. Rex emerges from the ship's boarding ramp, his weathered boots clanking against the metal. The captain's white and blue armor gleams under the harsh sunlight as he advances with practiced precision, his DC-17 blaster raised and steady, aimed directly at your chest.

"Sir, I suggest you stay away from the beast," Rex warns, his modulated voice tight with tension. His stance is defensive, feet planted shoulder-width apart, ready to react.

"Beast?" The word escapes you as a melodic laugh, your lips curling into a knowing smile as your eyes narrow to silvery slits. Your massive wings, iridescent scales catching the light, fold gracefully against your back with a soft rustle of membrane and muscle. "Is that really what you say to your old friend, Rex?"

You maintain your draconic form, tail curled elegantly behind you, but your posture remains non-threatening. Your voice carries the same familiar cadence they once knew, despite its deeper resonance. "Just because I've taken the form of my least controllable one doesn't mean I'm mad." The words roll out with deliberate calm, each syllable measured and clear.

Your piercing gaze locks with Anakin's storm-blue eyes across the shadowed chamber, searching his face for recognition despite your transformed appearance. The iridescent scales now coating your skin catch the dim light, throwing fractals of color against the duracrete walls. "You know who I am, still under all these scales, yes?" The words emerge as a low whisper, your altered vocal cords lending them an ethereal quality.

Anakin's lips curve into that familiar roguish smirk as his mechanical hand moves to his belt. The distinctive snap-hiss of his lightsaber igniting bathes his features in an electric blue glow. "Yes, Nyx," he says, voice rich with warmth despite the tension in his shoulders. "I'd never forget a lovely face such as yours." His eyes trace the delicate pattern of scales along your cheekbones with undisguised appreciation.

Beside him, Ahsoka's striped lekku twitch with exasperation. She rolls her eyes dramatically while clipping her own deactivated sabers back to her belt with sharp, annoyed movements. "Ugh, just go one day without flirting with her, Master, please." Her teenage tone drips with performative disgust, though a hint of amusement tugs at the corner of her mouth.

Rex lets out a low, warm chuckle that echoes slightly in the cave, his weathered hands moving with practiced efficiency as he slides his DC-17 blaster back into its worn leather holster with a satisfying click. His white armor, scuffed from countless battles, catches the dim light as he shifts his weight. "Well, it seems things are back to normal, eh?" His voice carries that familiar mix of professionalism and friendly ease as he raises a gauntleted hand in a beckoning gesture. "Come on, let's get on the ship. General Kenobi would like to know we found you."

You emerge from the dark, musty den into the harsh daylight, your sensitive eyes narrowing to slits against the sudden brightness. The warm air carries the scent of sun-baked stone and distant vegetation. Anakin approaches with purposeful strides, his dark robes swishing softly against the ground. His flesh hand reaches out, surprisingly gentle as it makes contact with the metallic-like scales of your snout, tracing the pronounced ridges there. His blue eyes hold a mix of relief and uncertainty as he searches your reptilian features.

"It's good to see you again, Nyx, even if you're, uh, not..." His free hand gestures vaguely between his human form and your transformed body, the words trailing off awkwardly in the air. You respond with a dismissive huff, releasing a cloud of gray smoke that curls and dissipates in the bright sunlight. Your voice emerges deep and rumbling, carrying absolute conviction: "Humans are weak, Ani. I'd rather be strong."

A weary smirk crosses his face as he rolls his crystalline blue eyes, accompanied by a soft, knowing chuckle that rumbles in his chest. "Oh, of course," he drawls with practiced exasperation, before striding toward the sleek ship with purposeful steps, his dark robes swishing around his legs. You and Ahsoka fall into step behind him, the Togruta's montrals bobbing slightly with each movement.

Inside the ship's confines, you carefully maneuver your massive form into a cramped sitting position, wings pressed uncomfortably tight against your scaled shoulders as you hunch beneath the low ceiling. The cockpit's design clearly hadn't accounted for beings of your particular stature.

The air shimpers with blue light as Obi-Wan's hologram materializes before you. Despite the scorched and battered state of his armor, his familiar smile radiates warmth through the projection. "It's good to see you again, old friend," he greets you with genuine affection coloring his accented voice.

You return his smile, though guilt weighs heavy in your chest. "Sorry I left," you murmur, averting your gaze to study the durasteel flooring. Obi-Wan's answering chuckle resonates with such tangible warmth that it seems to bridge the vast distance between you. "It's in the past now, Nyx. The important thing is you're here."

His expression shifts then, jovial features hardening into something more grave. "And I've got bad news." His attention turns to Anakin and Ahsoka, who stand at attention. "While you're at it, go to a local diner on Stobar," he instructs, his tone clipped and professional.

"What's happening, Master?" you project the thought toward him, and you don't miss the way his heart rate spikes at the familiar form of address - a clear tell of how much he's missed hearing it from you.

"We think it's Savage Opress," he explains, his voice tight with concern, "Count Dooku's former apprentice, and Ventress's little toy is coming back for revenge. Also..." he hesitates, his gaze sliding away as something dark passes over his features. "An old enemy is coming back to haunt us."