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The entire trail had been filled with ups and downs and one to many potholes it was definitely true. But they were a part of the final five. Ahsoka had briefly glanced at the other wagons before theirs had made a beeline for what seemed to be a pretty dark but ok path. Between four force users they had better things to rely on then their eyesight, which was limited and could be fooled any number of ways. Unfortunately though it seemed none of them were a match for a strange old motorcycle riding man that in a matter of moments, before any of them could move to do anything about being frozen solid and shattered.
When she came to Ahsoka was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't a block of ice or even a sliver on it but a normal person. A normal person in a very strange place. Everyone was still there though, they had all made it, even Sharabee much to her relief was still there. All of them had made it to Valhalla. They had been close, very close to winning this entire trail but in the end it had not been enough.
After two weeks on the road with all of them Ahsoka definitely could use a break. So she had rather quickly excused herself, Sharabee following closely behind. Ahsoka found she didn't much mind the company of the adorable wooloo. Valhalla was interesting though, another uniquim that she had not experienced before. Ahsoka had not experienced death before either but that was neither here nor there.
Eventually she found herself standing just outside the great hall. Where in between the partying she was sure there was more than one bonding ritual going on. ¨What are they doing?¨ she asked no one in particular.
Luke wandered through the elaborate halls and chambers of “Valhalla”, his arms hugged to his chest. Though he was no longer a block of ice, a residual feeling of cold seemed to chill his insides. He hoped to find a hot drink, perhaps a hot meal, to warm him up.
Though it’d come at an unpleasant (and hopefully temporary) price, Luke was kinda glad to have got the chance to see Valhalla again, since he’d wasted the first visit by being old and grumpy. He’d sorta, maybe hoped he’d get to explore it with Ahsoka, so had been a little disappointed when she’d venture off with Sharabee Deathstar. Boy, he sure resented that wooloo.
But he understood. She’d been cooped up on a tiny wagon with the same people over the last one to two weeks. She must’ve been sick of them. Sick of him. He would give her some space and then perhaps, possibly, when she wasn’t so sick of him they could check out that new nerf restaurant.
Luke must’ve smiled at the thought, or had some goofy, loved up dazed expression on his face, ‘cos a small group of men in armor and horned helmets stepped in his way. He had to stop short to prevent himself from crashing and probably bouncing off one of them.
Each of the men towered over him, which was no hard feat, but they also towered over everyone else, too. They were as broad shouldered and heavily built as reeks. In fact, their arms were the same thickness as Luke’s whole torso!
“Look at this little whelp,” one of the men snickered at him. “Suffer a hemorrhage blowing your nose, did you?”
Anger and indignation pricked the surface of Luke’s skin, but he was too nervous to express any. They intimidated him as much as Chewie first had before he’d known the huge wookiee real well. The men were burning to fight him, just like that pair at the cantina back on Mos Eisley, except this time Luke didn’t have old Ben Kenobi to help him. He had to find his own way out of this ominous situation.
“What are they doing?” Despite his concern, he glanced away from the men to track down the familiar voice. Ahsoka was standing just outside the hall. Luke didn’t know whether she was asking them the question, or even if she’d spotted them, but he nonetheless felt heat spread up his throat. Oh, if she saw him being bullied like some little kid at school!
“Hey shit stain!” the same man barked at him. “Are you deaf? I asked you a question!”
Hands slammed into Luke’s chest. He crashed backwards and threw out his arms, but it was no good. With a strangled gasp, he smashed into the ground.
The answer came soon enough. Apparently it was some contest of strength which was held below. The broadsided figures having bullied every other person from the chamber floor until their latest victim had stumbled in. Whoever they were there had to be a considerable size difference seeing as at first she didn't see them. Well size wasn´t everything. Almost all her fights were against larger opponents and she often managed to draw out victories. But then she had learned to use her size to her advantage in all forms of combat. Maybe this person did too.
It wasn´t until she saw the person hit the ground she noticed that maybe this person wasn't as well trained to deal with multiple adversaries a few sizes larger. She was pretty sure that Luke had considerable power in the force, she had gathered, mostly from Kylo, that one day he would be considered a master. But this Luke… maybe not so much. This Luke was not as well trained, and had gone down after being shoved.
It all begged the question though, should she step in. She wasn't sure if her help would be appreciated, even if it probably very soon would be warranted and needed. So for now she held back, ready to step in if things really got out of hand though. As she understood it injuries could be healed in this realm, but Ahsoka would never let any serious harm come to any of her friends and allies. And that included Luke.
One of the bulky men seized hold of the front of his tunic and hauled him back to his feet. Luke found himself uncomfortably close to him, his hot, sour breath billowing down on his face.
“Have we got your attention yet?” the man chuckled.
Luke opened his mouth to… What? Insist that he wasn’t worth their time and energy? Apologize that his existence had somehow offended them? That the guy’s breath smelled real bad?
He never got to chance to figure out what he wanted to say ‘cos the man hefted his feet off the ground, then flung him against a wall. Luke bounced off it and hit the ground on his front. The breath was jounced out of his body.
Apparently unsatisfied he wasn’t dead(er), the man cracked his huge knuckles and began to slowly advance on him as though he had all the time in the world. Well, that was kinda true…
Luke figured Ahsoka really mustn’t have seen them, or had left, ‘cos surely wouldn’t she have rushed in to help him by now? He had nobody to depend on but himself, and the Force. The Force… He had to draw on his limited knowledge and training, otherwise these men would- Well, uh, he didn’t know if it was possible to die in this place.
He picked himself off the ground, closed his eyes and reached out with both his hand and his feelings. The man was mocking and laughing at him, but Luke was too focused on sensing his surroundings to take in any of the words. He felt gnarled wood, sharp straight lines and jagged edges. A chair. That was exactly what he needed against the man.
Luke imagined the Force as tendrils, or perhaps strings, flowing from his splayed fingers and connecting him to the chair. It binds the universe together…
He made a yanking gesture with his hand, and opened his eyes in time to see the chair hurtle across the hall. It slammed into the man’s hulking back and exploded into wood chips. With a startled grunt, he dropped to his enormous knees amid the raining debris.
Ahsoka wondered briefly what type of tactics Luke was going to use to get out of this situation. But as the largest of the men picked him up and tossed him to the otherside of the room seemingly without much effort she was starting to think that that might be an idle hope. Luke had the force, and a light saber a few men over reliant on brute strength and not much else shouldn't be this much of a problem right.
She winced somewhat as he hit the wall. Alright then, time to step in. She considered Luke a friend and letting friends be injured wasn't something she enjoyed or would let pass. Right then, there were a few of them in there, they were larger than her. She was undoubtedly better trained and faster, speed would be her greatest ally. The size of the room made for easy movement, with plenty of places to jump from and to. Mind made up she prepared to step in.
And that is when one of the guys went down. Hit by a chair that seemingly came out of nowhere which could only be the result of the force. Maybe a bit more crude then she would have gone for. But as the man went down Ahsoka wasn't one to argue with results. It wasn't very jedi of him though. That left Luke in the room with a few more of the men though. And by what she had seen they were equally unlikely to just back off.
Making her way through the crowd she positioned herself between them. ¨I think that's enough fighting for now¨ unless they were prepared to lose spectacularly to her of course. But she doubted that those men would see her as a threat.
Luke stared with wide eyes at the big man hunched up on the ground, surrounded by chaotic patterns of wood chips. Had he really used the Force to strike him with a chair? Whoa.
That must’ve been the largest and heaviest object he’d lifted since his accident, too. Hope and joy bubbled through him. He was getting better at using the Force again! It was only a matter of time before he would move on to levitating protocol droids and small transports!
"You little shit!" snarled one of the other men. He clenched his huge hands into fists and took a step towards him.
Luke tensed himself up like a spring, preparing to reach out with the Force again, but then Ahsoka stepped between them. Ahsoka. Had she seen him tap into the Force? A warm wave of pride swelled up inside him.
He would've liked to have enthused about his use of the Force to Ahsoka, but figured now wasn't the right time. The men glanced from her to one another, then erupted into laughter that was so thunderous that it seemed to shake the pillars of the hall.
"Stupid bitch!" guffawed one of them. "Get back in the kitchen!"
Luke felt offense on Ahsoka's behalf. He yelled out before he could engage his brain: "Hey! Don't talk that way about Ahsoka! She's a great warrior!"
That only provoked more roars of laughter out of the men. The one he'd struck with the chair clambered to his feet, his face also flushed and screwed up with so-called amusement.
It would have surprised her if they had just listened to her and backed off without anything else being said or done. Still she was certain she could handle them, she had faced bigger and better armed before. But she could have done without the blatant dismissal. That would just turn out to be their problem though.
Briefly she considered mentioning Death Watch. The last people who had decided to put her in a kitchen and made a dismissal out of it. That had mostly been the result of Lux´s foolishness but the death watch members had seen what she was capable of. Setting fire to a town and decapitating 4 people in one swoop wasn't a good idea right now though.
¨Unlike you I won't need any knives to win this fight¨ she retorted a small grin playing on her lips. These guys were done for. She had seen them fight against luke briefly and thought she somewhat appreciated his words the last few times they had faced enemies together; things hadn't gone spectacularly well for Luke. But she could keep him out of trouble and take care of these guys.
And so Ahsoka reached out with the force. She wasn't planning on picking any of them up and tossing them. Easy as it would be it would hardly teach them a lesson. No they would do better after they just got a taste of their own medicine. So she readied herself in an easy defensive position, waiting for any of them to make the first move.
Ahsoka’s bold claim provoked more laughter out of the group of thickset men, which seemed to shake the walls of the cavernous hall.
Luke’s indignance grew. He wanted to do something that would have them choking on their laughter, but what? Throw more chairs at them? How was that gonna change their view of Ahsoka?
He could do little except pout and glower at the group, until with his fledgling abilities, he picked up movement in the Force. Inside his mind, he perceived the disturbance like ripples on the surface of a lake. He wasn’t creating those undulations, so it must’ve been Ahsoka!
Excitement shot through him. Luke always loved to see her use the Force, especially in conjunction with her dual lightsabers! He hoped she’d teach him how to use two when they got back to Elysium, although he guessed he’d better learn how to master one first! Oh, if only he’d been old. He would’ve picked it up real fast. And these guys would’ve been nerf mince by now…
“You don’t stand a chance,” Luke told them, grinning and folding his arms.
One of the men stepped forward and smiled almost apologetically at Ahsoka, his pale eyes almost hidden beneath his pronounced brow. The rest of his facial features were lumpy and inelegant, which matched his big bare arms. He wore his fair hair in a braid that trailed far down his broad back, while bright beads gleamed in his dense beard.
“I hate to smack around little girls,” he said dryly. “But since you insist.”
He broke into a sprint and pulled back a rocky fist with the intention of driving it into Ahsoka’s torso.
Well this certainly was about to end embarrassingly for all the idiots involved. But Ahsoka had given them more courtesy than they probably deserved. At this point the fact that they didn't back down but decided to laugh in her face really only cemented their faith. And the spectacular way that he wanted to humiliate them further. Maybe one day people would stop underestimating her at first glance. And in the meantime she´d just have to prove idiots like this wrong.
At least Luke knew better than to underestimate her. Ahsoka paid little mind to the comment though. Instead observing the person that was likely about to do the extremely stupid thing of going for a frontal attack. Balance was a important notion in any form of combat, but in hand to hand, when so much counted on being able to take or deflect energy it was just useful to know what the fastest way was to have someone come crashing down to the ground.
This man as an example didn´t have the physique for a boxing match. Brute force wasn't going to get him very far with her and his straightforward attempt at knocking the wind of her could have been easily deflected. However she caught his fist in her hand, taking in that force and using it to deflect it back to him. Add to that a little help from the force and he was easily pushed off. ¨You´re gonna have to do better then that¨ she spoke quite dismissively.
An Ewok strolls into a cantina and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a whisky and........soda.”. The bartender says, “Sure thing - but why the little pause?”
“Dunno,” says the Ewok. “I’ve had them all my life.”