Prompt:
Based on E.K. Johnston's book, "Ahsoka."
Not a Request ♥︎
She/Her❥
2nd POV
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"Have you ever dreamed of traveling the galaxy, Ashla?" you asked, waving your hand across the ink-black sky that was splashed with stars, "I've always dreamed of getting off of Raada and starting anew. This place has nothing for us, especially now with the Stormtroopers."
Ashla nodded, her lekku bouncing up and down, "Yeah. I've seen a bit, but nothing fancy. I've always dreamed of going to Tatooine. My friend was from there."
"Tatooine?" you snorted, "Tatooine is one place I've been, and let me tell you, it's less pretty than this moon."
The girl laughed, "Okay I'll admit, I just remembered, I went to Tatooine once. It was horrible."
The two of them shared another bout of giggles, and then silence. You had met Ashla while scavenging for parts to make an Astromech companion. It just so happened that Ashla owned a droid shop for repairs, which you somewhat knew about, and she had all the equipment that you needed, so you snuck in. Long story short, Ashla beat the Tauntaun scat out of you, and you picked up an apprenticeship under her,
"What was your life like before you came to Raada?" you continued. You rarely ever pried into the Togruta's past, because you knew she hated talking about it. It made her change. Made her sad and angry.
She shuffled awkwardly, drawing weird shapes into the dry dirt beneath the two of you, "Definitely an adventure. I had a friend. We were inseparable, but one day I decided to leave for the better of everybody."
"What happened to them?" you asked, knowing you were probably asking too much, and she would get mad and go to sleep, "They're not here now."
"He. He's not here now," Ashla corrects, glancing back up to the sky with sad blue eyes, "And the same thing that happens to everyone happened to him. The Troopers got Anakin, I assume."
You laid your hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly, "I'm sorry I brought it up. If you thought of Anakin as a friend, then I'm sure he was the best. I'm sorry you had to lose him."
"Yeah, me too. Thanks, (Y/N)," she sighed, laying her large head on your shoulder, "I never really talk about him because it's so hard. When I finally do talk about him, sure it hurts, but it does feel better."
"I had a friend too once," you admitted, remembering his gorgeous face, how it curved perfectly when it met yours into a kiss, and how you were never afraid to speak your mind around him, and the way his life got snatched away from you so quickly, "You remind me a lot of him in many ways."
"We all have our secrets, our regrets and our memories. It's all we have now," she calmly commented, still laying on your shoulder, "We should head back to the village. It's almost curfew time."
Helping you up, Ashla lead the two of you back quietly into the lonesome village that you had grown up in. You never had particularly wanted to ditch the moon, but ever since the Stormtrooper's invaded, it's all you wanted to do. Pack a bag and leave with Ashla. But you knew it was impossible, and very dangerous.
Ashla laid a hand on your shoulder and squeezed softly, "You okay, (Y/N)?" she asked while slowing down so she could talk to you better, "You seem... off?"
How could she tell? You thought you were acting just fine, "I hate these Troopers," you spit out venomously, "They think they own the place just because they have the numbers and the guns. They abuse their powers without remorse. I'd do anything just to hurt them, even a little bit."
"Where the hell did this come from?" Ashla chuckled at your sudden outburst, her hand not leaving your shoulder, "And what I've learned from my experiences, is the best way to both outsmart and defeat the enemy, is patience."
You cocked your head to the side in confusion, "Your experience?" you chuckled, beginning to calm down, "Where did you say you were from again?"
Ashla sighed and scratched her head, "Not now, (Y/N). Maybe another day. But one thing I've been taught, is never run headfirst into danger. It's a suicide mission."
"Are you a bounty hunter or something?" you guessed, wondering how this young Togrunta could know so much, "Oh, we're you a Jedi? What about a ship escort? You seem to know quite a bit about this kind of thing."
She shushed you immediately, cupping an orange hand over your soft lips, "Never say anything like that on a Stormtrooper-infested planet. That could get you killed."
Your eyes widened to the size of two small moons, "You're a Jedi, aren't you...?" you trailed off, looking at her in a new light, "You could've told me, you know. I'd rather die than give information up to the Empire, and we could've left long ago."
"No, I couldn't have told you, and I still technically shouldn't have told you," she sighed in an aggressive manner, "Just come on. I'll tell you everything back at the house. Might as well."
The way Ashla was behaving really puzzled you. You knew Jedi were constantly being hunted down, but you couldn't fathom a force powerful enough to actually kill one. Actually, you just never thought about it before. Following Ashla closely, you began to get guiltier and guiltier with every step on the loose farming soil,
"Ashla, I'm sorry I asked," you sighed as the two of you turned into the city, "I can't imagine all the pain you've gone through in the last year. It was insensitive of me to ask. I've always just been curious about everything."
She shook her head and kept moving, "We can talk later. Apologize when we can actually sit down and discuss without worrying about getting a blaster bolt through the back of our heads."
You nibbled your nails absentmindedly as you raced back to Ashla's small hut that you've also called home multiple times during your apprenticeship. It looked untouched from the Stormtroopers, yet it also looked the oldest and most eroded out of any of the buildings on the moon.
The two of you slipped inside, disregarding the alarm system that a young resident of the town had set up for Ashla when the Troopers arrived, and plopped down on the floor tiredly, "I don't know how you could deal with that stress constantly. I mean, Troopers? All the time?"
"They used to be Clones. My brothers, and most importantly, my friends and companions in battle," Ashla half-way snapped. She was obviously aggravated about her exposure.
You swallowed a mouthful of saliva and motioned for her to sit by you, "Will you talk to me? I mean, really talk to me? You've never been this mad at me before and I want to understand."
The Jedi scooted beside you after slowly disregarding her backpack, leaning against the wall tiredly, "It was dark times, (Y/N). The Jedi fought in the great Separatists Crisis. A great Jedi Master by the name of Sifo-Dyas created an army for the Republic and the Jedi to use— the Clone Army. We fought long hard battles but it was all in vein. Our Clones turned on us, killing well over half, maybe more Jedi. I've been in hiding ever since."
Rubbing Ashla's back, you ponder over how some men with guns could slaughter the most powerful breed in the galaxy, "Ashla. How did you escape?"
Ashla's brow furrows roughly, sadness appearing on her face, "I was betrayed a while ago. The Jedi blamed me for something I didn't do, and I couldn't trust the order anymore, so I left everything. I left my Master, my friends and my name."
"Your name?" you asked hesitantly, almost not wanting to know what that meant, "How do you leave your name?"
The wind was beginning to pick up outside. One of the famous dust storms that Raada is known for is about to hit our small town. Ashla's expression hardens, whether it's from her thoughts or from the storm, you can't tell,
"Both literally and metaphorically," she began, locking the door behind us; the alarm system attached by Miara Larte, who is a very young mechanic, closing behind her,
"Once I left the temple, I was a new person. I couldn't continue being me. I had to adapt to being non-force sensitive, which is rather difficult for someone who is force sensitive," she joked a bit, but the sadness was evident in her eyes, "And literally, because of the war. I regretfully have been lying to you, (Y/N). My real name is Ahsoka Tano. Ashla is my pseudonym. I'm so sorry."
You held onto her hand and smiled, "Ahsoka, I know why you did it, and I don't blame you at all. I would've done it too," you comforted as best as you could. The wind was beginning to whip and smash harder against the wooden walls of Ahsoka's hut.
"You're a great friend, (Y/N). You remind me of Anakin a lot," she marveled at your similar characteristics— how you refuse to back down even if the odds are against you, yet you know when you're wrong and you'll admit it.
Before a reply could conjure up in your mind, a sharp knock echoed from the door and through the one room house. Ahsoka immediately clenches harder onto your hand. It felt like your bones were smashing under the pressure, but you knew otherwise,
"It's the curfew Troopers," you calmed, knowing the fact that she potentially knew the men under the helmets made her uneasy, "I'll get the door."
You stood up and walked to the door, swinging it open to face two Troopers; their white and black masks making your soul float from your body in fear, "Evening, Sirs," you nodded, looking at both of them, "Can we help you?"
"Just the usual," he grunted, "Shouldn't you be at your house, scum?" he growled, sticking his head into the house, past you, to see if Ahsoka, or as far as he knew, Ashla was in there, which she was.
"I have an apprenticeship here. I was just helping Ashla finish up here, and since it's past curfew, I was planning on staying the night," you grumbled back, attempting to show at least a little bit of respect, "There isn't anything mechanically you need help with, right? We're always open for new business."
The Troopers, without another word, slunk off into the night, "Jeez, if they were actual customers, I would've spit in their astromech's parts," you hissed while slamming the door, "They don't have to blatantly be so rude."
"They weren't always like that," Ahsoka let out a breath and moved to her bed, patting the spot beside her for you to fall in, "They were great once. Honorable and willing to make sacrifices."
You nuzzled into the Jedi's side, taking in her scent. She was unique, that's for sure. Not just the fact that she was a Jedi, but her personality and her ability to talk in such a way that you had never experienced. She was amazing,
"Ahsoka," you began, clearing your throat a little bit, "I feel like even when I knew only Ashla the traveling mechanic, I knew everything about you, but ever since I discovered Ahsoka, Jedi Knight, a new door has opened. What I'm saying is, you shouldn't hide from who you truly are."
You stood up and smiled, "I've thought about it for a while now, but ever since you came into my life, it's kind of established it's place in my heart," you point at her, "There is a small Rebellion forming. We can leave Raada together and fight against the Empire. Avenge Anakin and all of the other Jedi."
Ahsoka rises from the cot and crosses the room to you, intertwining her fingers with yours, "That sounds lovely, (Y/N), but I have a job here. So do you. We can't abandon your people, you know that."
You rested your head on her shoulder and nodded sadly. You knew she was right. You knew you had to endure this suffering a little bit longer for your people,
"How are you always right about these things, Ahsoka?" you asked, raising your head up and staring at her lips, as if in a trance.
She catches on, and begins moving towards you as well, like clockwork, "I'm a good guesser," she smirks as your lips skim each other, then proceed to engulf in passion, "I'm a good guesser."
February 25th, 2020
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