Anakin didn’t need an escort. In his eyes, he was a perfectly capable jedi, and he could complete any mission, whenever the council was willing to throw him a bone.

But the elder jedi didn’t see it that way. He was too reckless, too impatient, and not to be trusted on even the most minuscule of inter-planetary missions.

So the council stuck him with.. you. And Force, did you make his skin itch.

This should’ve been a simple mission. They should’ve left and come back in a few days. Yet within the span of a few hours, the two of you were completely penniless, disoriented, and— as you had been proclaiming for the past half-hour— completely and utterly lost.

“Shuttup, would you?” He muttered, fiddling with his commlink. “It’s not broken. Just give me a karking minute.”

He squints, fidgeting with the very obviously damaged device for a minute longer.

He slowly glances your way.

“..Okay. Maybe it’s broken.” He admitted through his teeth. “But it wasn’t my fault.”

The situation was growing bleaker by the moment.