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jadegretz · 10 days ago

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Ahsoka: Secrets of the Jedi by Jade Gretz

Ahsoka Tano: Confronting the Darkness Within

Ahsoka Tano stood alone in the heart of the ancient temple, deep within the forests of a forgotten world. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the distant cries of unseen creatures echoed through the night. The temple’s stone walls were adorned with faded carvings of ancient battles, their meaning lost to time. The only light came from the twin lightsabers in her hands, their blue blades humming softly in the oppressive darkness.

She had come to this place seeking answers, hoping to unravel the mystery of the dark visions that had plagued her for weeks. The Force had drawn her here, guiding her steps through the labyrinthine ruins, but now that she had arrived, Ahsoka could feel the oppressive weight of the dark side pressing down on her. It was a presence unlike anything she had ever encountered, more ancient and malevolent than she could have imagined.

The silence was broken by a low, mocking laugh that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed, her muscles tensing as she scanned the shadows for the source of the sound. Her instincts screamed that she was not alone, that something was watching her, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Who’s there?” Ahsoka called out, her voice steady despite the unease gnawing at her.

The laugh came again, closer this time, and with it, a figure emerged from the shadows. Ahsoka’s breath caught in her throat as she saw who it was.

It was her—an exact mirror image, down to the last detail. The same lekku, the same orange skin marked by white patterns, the same piercing blue eyes. But where Ahsoka’s eyes were filled with determination and resolve, the eyes of this dark reflection were cold and cruel, glinting with malice.

“Surprised to see me?” the dark Ahsoka asked, her voice a twisted echo of Ahsoka’s own. “You shouldn’t be. After all, I am you.”

Ahsoka’s grip tightened on her lightsabers. “You’re not me. You’re just a trick of the dark side, a shadow meant to confuse me.”

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aspen-in-the-forest · 2 years ago

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Ahsoka Tano is six years old and she has the most scars out of everyone in her class.

She shows them off proudly when people ask. The one on her knee is from climbing the trees in the temple gardens, she says. A thin white line wraps around her forearm from a mistake in saber training. Various scrapes and cuts cover her hands, and she rolls up the sleeves of her robes to show them off. They are badges of honor.

At ten years old, she is placed in the advanced saber classes with the older students. She meets a girl named Barriss Offee, the padawan of a high Master of the Jedi Counsel. Barriss is everything Ahsoka would expect her to be. She is calm, yet stern, and a master of soresu. She is the ideal padawan, a role model for the younglings that look up to her. She is everything Ahsoka wants to be.

Ahsoka is fourteen when the war breaks out.. 212 Jedi fight in the arena on Geonosis, fighting and dying for their republic. Ahsoka attends the funerals, as do all the other padawans. She watches the pyres bearing the crest of the Jedi order burn as the bodies return to the force from which they came. She scans the crowd until she finds Barriss, one of the 30 survivors of the massacre. She has her head down, firelight glinting off of the tear tracks on her cheeks.

A month later Ahsoka is sent out, apprenticed to the newly knighted Anakin Skywalker. She wasn’t stupid. She had heard all the rumors: that Skywalker was the chosen one, that he had joined the temple at the time he became a padawan, that he would save the order from darkness, and that Anakin Skywalker would end the war. She adjusted her saber on her belt as the gunship took her down to Christophsis. She cooly walked down the ramp and introduced herself.

Anakin Skywalker was… underwhelming.

He didn’t command her to silence with his voice, or stand proud at attention. He slouched, and he whined often. If this is the Hero Without Fear, Ahsoka thinks, then he will need all the help I can give him.

Ahsoka is in battle the day she turns fifteen. They are pushing the separatists back toward the northern end of the city on an occupied planet in the outer rim. Ahsoka slashes and cuts, ducking under droids; weaving in and out of the fray. Her free arm drifts far from her body, covered in bandages from all the times she has forgotten to cover it. At the end of the day, she receives a gift: materials for a new lightsaber and a promised trip to Ilum.

She adapts to her new lightsaber quickly, like a limb she was always missing. Soon, she is spinning and slashing so quickly that it is impossible for the untrained eye to tell limb from saber. She throws herself into battle with all the ferocity of the akul whose teeth now decorate her headdress. It is a mark of honor, she reminds herself, and preens with pride.

Ahsoka Tano is sixteen years old and she has the most scars out of everyone in her class. She no longer remembers the now faded scar on her knee from climbing in the temple garden. She can’t tell you where her new scars come from either. On rare occasions between battles, she returns to the temple to study. Her classmates stare at her; revere her. She is the padawan of the Hero Without Fear, she has fought beside the great Jedi masters, and she can beat any one of her classmates in a fight.

They notice she’s changed. Where she was once unsure, there is now cool confidence in herself and her comrades. She no longer boasts or shows off to her classmates. She is extraordinarily kind to the younger padawans, who all look up to her.

She still drums her fingers on her desk, looking for all the world as she would rather be doing more important things than sitting in a classroom. She still spaces out when others are talking to her, but everyone has noticed the way she is quick to draw her sabers, always sitting on the edge of her seat, always looking past her classmates as if searching the horizon for threats. Yes, Ahsoka Tano has changed.

She is still sixteen when she thinks she loses everything.

She is seventeen when she does.

Ahsoka Tano is eighteen years old and she stands vigil for a home she will never be able to return to.

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vytels · 1 year ago

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Part Five of the Rex Raises Luke AU

For some context, Rex paints Jaig Eyes onto Luke's helmet after the Battle of Yavin. Furthermore, Luke has a phase one clone helmet because "it's skinny and lightweight, easier for me to move in!!" Let me know if guys have any questions about this AU or more!!

Previous - Next

Scene #10

“Where can I find the Jedi?” Din’s voice had cut through the tension in the air, leaving no room for questions or avoidance.

Bo-Katan had slid her helmet off and looked at him, her eyes piercing through his visor. “There are two Jedi that I know of. If you take your foundling to Calodan on the forest planet of Corvus, you will find Ahsoka Tano.”

Calculations had filled his head as his head dipped, his voice lowering once again. “And the other one?”

“No one finds him.” Bo-Katan had taken a breath. “He finds you.”

He finds you.

And as Din stared up at the man towering over him, he understood what the wayward Mandalorian meant.

Dents and scuffs littered the white helmet, dirt smeared across the narrow sides, and soot covered the filters. Blue splashed up from the chin, drenching the visors and mouth guard, but they couldn’t hide the flecks of orange cradling the sides of the helmet that rose in two lines toward the back. But it was the two two triangular lines across the brows that caught Din’s attention.

The man was adorned with Jaig Eyes.

That fact almost wiped away every other detail about the man, like how his armor continued across his shoulders, trailing to his arms in sweeps of orange and blue. It was nearly hidden by the black cloak clinging to him, wrapping around his body and hiding the warrior inside.

Of course, there was his lightsaber too.

The green saber hissed out of life as the man stepped back, retracting the spray of light that it had given.

Din didn’t know what to say, so he said the first thing that he could grasp.

“Are you a Jedi?”

“I am,” the man replied.

“Are you Mandalorian?”

“Not quite.”

Confusion swept across him, but before he could ask, the man reached toward his helmet. His fingers played across the edges of his helmet, hissing as the seal released and it slipped from his head. Blond hair swayed out of bunched curls, sticking to sweat across his forehead, and blue eyes opened with a smile.

Something pounded against his heart, nearly stealing a breath.

“My name is Luke Skywalker,” the man said, “My father is Rex, a former Clone Captain.”

The words swirled in Din’s mind and his vision tilted, his head beginning to pound. “Your father… Was he a Mandalorian?”

Luke’s brows furrowed and concern flashed in his eyes. The emotion swept across his face as he knelt down and placed a hand on Din’s shoulder, his fingers hovering over the tender flesh and aching muscles.

“You’re concussed,” Luke said.

Din frowned. “No, you just don’t make any sense.”

The comment dragged a smile across the man’s face. “Maybe that’s true, but blood is also seeping from your helmet.”

“Oh,” Din replied.

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illuminatedquill · 1 year ago

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Sabine Wren x Ahsoka Tano

His Life In Your Hands

Story Summary: In the early days of her Jedi training, Sabine struggles using Ezra’s lightsaber. Ahsoka comes to realize why - and recognizes the danger it represents to her Padawan’s future as a Jedi.

"Strike."

Sabine moved forward, the green-white blade of her lightsaber coming down in an overhead slash.

It met with the pure white blade of one of Ahsoka's lightsabers; she nodded in approval. "Parry."

Her other lightsaber swept forward, aiming for Sabine's mid-section. The younger woman stepped back and blocked the move - barely. The white blade clashed against the green-white in clumsy fashion with a violent hiss.

Ahsoka saw Sabine's teeth clench in aggravation, straining to maintain the position.

The Jedi Knight noted the trembling in her Padawan's arms. Muscle fatigue, she realized. Not unusual after a lightsaber sparring session, but they hadn't even gone ten minutes.

Ahsoka closed down her lightsabers. "That's enough for today," she declared.

Sabine, face shiny with sweat, blinked in disbelief before shutting down her own. "That's it? That was so short!"

They were in Ahsoka's T6 shuttle, currently travelling between worlds. The sparring room, customary to all Jedi shuttlecraft, was brightly lit and clean with soft padding on the floors and walls. It was well stocked with everything a Jedi would need for training exercises; no small feat, especially after the Empire's purge.

It would never replace the Jedi Temple, but it was more than up to the task.

And, more importantly, it had served as Ahsoka's home for quite some time.

Huyang, Ahsoka's friend and droid, stood in a corner, observing the training. "You are improving, Lady Wren," said the droid. "That was almost ten minutes this time."

Sabine wiped the sweat from her brow. "Oh," she muttered, embarrassment coloring her tone. "That long, huh."

"It's progress," encouraged Ahsoka. "But you won't get much farther if you don't master that lightsaber."

Sabine paused and looked down at the lightsaber in her grip. Through the Force, Ahsoka could sense the usual tumultuous swirl of emotions her Padawan felt whenever she contemplated the weapon.

Oh, more importantly, who gave it to her.

"Is it still heavy?" asked Ahsoka.

"Yeah," Sabine replied, frustrated. "It comes and it goes, though. Feels light as a feather some days; others it feels like I'm dragging it through water."

Her padawan's grip tightened. "It shouldn't be. I don't understand. I've used it before."

"Briefly," reminded Ahsoka. "But now you are using it full time in your own training as a Jedi."

"And it's not mine," muttered Sabine. "It's Ezra's."

Ah, thought Ahsoka. That might be the problem.

"He gave it to you, Sabine," Ahsoka replied. "It's yours now. Do you understand what that means?"

Her padawan was uncharacteristically quiet, still contemplating the weapon. "A Jedi's weapon is their life," Sabine finally said.

She looked up at her master. "Ezra . . . gave me his life."

Ahsoka nodded. "It's rare for a Jedi to give away their lightsaber."

"How rare?"

Ahsoka looked to Huyang. The droid, with all his years of Jedi knowledge and history perserved in his memory banks, shook his head. "You know well as I do, Lady Tano. Rumors, here and there. But there was only one officially recorded in recent history until Ezra Bridger."

Ahsoka looked away. Anakin.

"So, it's an exclusive club then," said Sabine. "Great. No pressure." She seemingly hadn't noticed her master's sudden discomfort.

Ahsoka shook herself free of old memories. Time to focus on the now.

"My belief, Sabine, is that your struggles with the lightsaber stem from not being in tune with your feelings."

Sabine frowned. "You mean just like with the darksaber?"

"Yes. There is something you must face within yourself in order to sync with the kyber crystal inside. An emotional block that must be lifted." Ahsoka searched her padawan's eyes, wondering . . .

"What? You mean my feelings for Ezra?" Sabine asked, her tone incredulous.

Ahsoka felt her heart sink. There it is.

"Your words, not mine," replied Ahsoka. "Sleep on it tonight and have an answer for me in the morning."

My feelings for Ezra. Even now the words bounced around in her head, making her cringe with each resurgence of the statement.

Why had she said that? Sabine tossed in her bunk, exhausted after another day's practice but still unable to fall asleep.

"He's Ezra," she muttered out loud. "What else is there to say? Why is that making it hard to wield his lightsaber?"

"Because you have not yet accepted the gift he has given you," said a voice from the doorway.

Sabine jerked at the voice. It was Huyang, standing there with his arms clasped behind his back.

"Huyang," she breathed. "Didn't the Jedi give you proper etiquette programming? You almost gave me a heart attack."

"I have been knocking on your door for the past minute," replied Huyang, wryly. "Your mutterings seem to have blocked out the noise."

Sabine winced; rubbing at the back of her neck to cover the embarrassment, she motioned for the droid to enter. "Well, come on in, then."

"Thank you." The droid walked over to her desk and sat on the chair there.

Sabine moved to an upright sitting position to properly face the droid. "Huyang, what did you mean by that? That I haven't properly accepted Ezra's gift?"

"It is an enormous act for a Jedi to trust their life with someone else. You know this."

"I think I've used his lightsaber fairly well," Sabine pointed out.

Huyang shook his head. "I am not speaking of the physical weapon. I am speaking of what it represents. Ezra put his life in your hands. It is yours now."

The droid leaned forward. "It is a huge and sacred responsibility. And one that I believe you are struggling with."

Sabine mused on that. "And why am I struggling with it?"

"You tell me, Lady Wren."

Sabine reached over and grabbed the lightsaber from her desk. She turned the weapon over in her hands, taking in every detail, feeling its weight and its history.

Feeling its owner; all the care and effort he put into making it.

She smiled, despite her heart aching. Ezra's presence was all over the lightsaber and it felt like seeing her old friend again.

Finally, she replied, "I'm struggling because . . . I don't know if I'm equal to it. What he gave me."

"Precisely," Huyang agreed.

"And what do you think, Huyang? Am I worthy to wield it?"

Huyang considered her for a moment, before saying, "I do not believe Ezra would have given his lightsaber to you, otherwise. There was no one else. He placed his faith in you to finish what he started, above any one else."

"His life in my hands," murmured Sabine. She was finally starting to appreciate what Ezra had done for her; what he had given her.

"You know, it almost sounds romantic," she said.

There was a long pause from Huyang before he spoke again. "In a way . . . it is, Lady Wren."

She almost dropped the lightsaber. "What, really? I thought Jedi were forbidden to have relationships?"

"Not exactly," Huyang replied. "Attachment was forbidden for a Jedi; they must have the clarity of judgment in order to make the right decision, after all."

"But they couldn't get married. Or have romantic relationships."

"That is correct, Lady Wren."

Sabine said, thoughtfully, "But that was with the old Jedi Order. We're building something new."

"I . . . suppose."

"So the old rules don't necessarily apply anymore. I mean, Kanan and Hera had a kid."

"That is true. I cannot say for certain how a new Jedi Order would operate. I can only tell you what came before."

Sabine ran her hand over the lightsaber again. "Thanks, Huyang. This talk really helped me sort some things out."

"Of course, Lady Wren. I shall see you tomorrow morning." The droid departed, leaving Sabine alone with her thoughts.

"Your life in my hands, Ezra Bridger," she said, quietly. Raising the lightsaber in front of her, she ignited it, basking in the glow from the emerald blade.

A romantic gesture, she thought. And then you disappeared right afterwards.

My feelings for Ezra.

The weapon grew lighter in her hands. She blinked and then said it aloud, "My feelings for Ezra."

Even lighter. She blinked and then closed down the blade.

In the darkness, she felt her cheeks warm. Is that really it?

She held the hilt up and stared at it for a few moments.

Then, quietly, she said, "Well, you're the only one who will hear it."

And she said three words, then re-ignited the lightsaber. The emerald blade sang and it felt light as a feather.

Sabine smiled in the dark.

Ahsoka noted the improvement immediately in the next day's practice session. There was a confidence in Sabine's movements and a surety in her strikes and parries that was absent before. And the lightsaber blade seemed much lighter in her padawan's hands.

But, for whatever reason, that made her uneasy. Huyang had filled her in on his conversation with Sabine the night prior; she had not been pleased at the direction it had taken.

After an hour, Ahsoka called for a break. "You're handling it much better today," she reported. "I suppose you've worked through your block?"

"I have," said Sabine. She stood straight up and looked her master in the eyes.

"And what is your answer?"

"I love Ezra," Sabine replied, matter-of-fact.

Ahsoka frowned. It was the truth - it rang clearly with the clarity of a rung bell; but it wasn't the whole truth. Ahsoka sensed that her padawan's feelings for Ezra ran much deeper than she even knew.

But it was a good step forward that Sabine was at least acknowledging it.

Yet it could also be a step in the wrong direction; Ahsoka knew how easily even a fully trained Jedi Knight could lose their way.

I know it all too well.

"Sabine," she said, hesitantly. "Being a Jedi will be a full-time commitment. I need to know that you'll be able to do it . . . without the fear of losing what you cherish most."

Her padawan was still, her face composed to a neutral mask - but Ahsoka could sense the tumultuous swirl of emotions that represented Sabine's usual state sharpen into a dangerous sort of clarity.

"That won't be a problem," declared Sabine. "Ezra gave me his life. I will protect it." Her eyes burned as she finished, "No matter the cost."

Ahsoka glanced at Huyang. The droid shared a pensive look with her.

Something to keep an eye on for the future, she thought.

But that was the future. She needed to focus on the now and ensure Sabine didn't go down the same road as Anakin did.

Or, at least, she privately amended, I will try. Nothing was certain.

Ahsoka nodded at Sabine. "Very well. Raise your blade, Padawan. Let us move on to the next lesson."

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