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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.
Ahsoka used both the Force and sheer intelligence to deflect the big man with the beard braids, who crashed to the floor and even skidded a few feet.
The other men gaped at her in astonishment, their raised eyebrows almost meeting their hairlines. They looked exactly how Luke felt! In fact, he could feel his own jaw hanging open. He hoped Ahsoka would teach him a move like that when they weren’t dealing with a bunch of bantha brained apes!
Her skilled move wasn’t enough to unnerve them, or maybe it did ‘cos they all charged her at once. That was like five against one!
“Hey!” Luke yelled and clenched his fists. “That’s not fair!”
How could Ahsoka fight them all at the same time? She was gonna get hurt! But then again, was that even possible in this place? Well, Luke wasn’t gonna hang around and find out this way!
He ran towards the charging men and drew his lightsaber, which he guessed he’d use to try and scare them off. The thought of severing one’s arm or leg or outright killing them (if possible) made him feel queasy, but he never got a chance to ignite his lightsaber.
A man with black stripes tattooed down his pale, gnarled face swatted Luke away as though he was little more than a cloud fly. Luke crashed to the floor and his teeth cracked sharply together with the impact. Shock waves of pain quivered through their roots.
No she wouldn't call this fair either. Ahsoka had allowed herself a small grin when she saw the one man skidded away. That wouldn't be enough though. If anything it was just warming up. She really shouldn't be so eager to simply take them down a peg or two, or twenty. But that was part of the reason why she was no longer, and would never be, a Jedi.
So when the men all attacked at once she couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for them. This wasn't a fair fight. No fight ever was fair. But she could handle being outnumbered, she could deal with enemies bigger and broader than her. And they still had no idea what was about to hit them.
And neither did she. For a brief moment she felt some alarm as she saw Luke charge towards the men with his lightsaber drawn. Was he trying to get killed? Or kill any of the others? Sure they were annoying, rude and she was looking forward to being rid of them. But murder was a little bit exessive no? And he was supposed to be the peacekeeper in all this. Had Obi-Wan skipped that lesson somehow?
She couldn't help but let out a little sigh of relief as the man tossed Luke aside again. Not because she had any joy in seeing him in pain. But because taking a man's life, especially when there was no reason to, was not something to be done lightly. ¨Are you sure you want to do this, it's not too late to back out you know¨ the calmth and confidence in her stance and voice obvious. She could handle them if they tried to rush her again, but maybe common sense would prevail?
At the sound of Ahsoka’s voice, Luke glanced up and saw the men still bearing down on her like a herd of territorial shaaks. It just wasn’t fair! They shouldn’t gang up on her like that!
Luke ached all over from his fall, but he wasn’t gonna let that stop him from helping Ahsoka. He scrambled to his feet, fumbled up his lightsaber hilt and plunged back into the fight.
“Hey!” he cried out behind the pale, tattooed man who had knocked him aside earlier. “Back off!”
But none of them appeared to hear him above the loud, mocking shouts that they directed at Ahsoka, which made Luke feel pretty useless. He considered igniting his lightsaber and attacking the tattooed man, but wasn’t that a rather drastic way to catch his attention? A Jedi would exhaust all other options before resorting to violence.
Instead, Luke cleared the last few steps up to the tattooed man and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
The man rewarded him by whirling around and driving a blocky, calloused fist into his midsection. Luke crumpled to the ground, incapable of drawing in a breath. His altercation with the tattooed men went unnoticed by the others, who were still attempting to beat on Ahsoka.
Well now things were getting interesting. Well at least a little bit. Sure the men were still hopelessly outclassed by her but at least now they were trying to take advantage of the fact that there was more of them and that they were bigger. Bigger and so much slower. Ahsoka had the force on her side and was dodging them easily. Making sure that if they hit something, it would be another one of them.
Luke now relegated to the back of her mind. She hoped that at the very least he had learned by now that she really could handle herself and she didn't need anyone to come to her rescue. Heck if she was feeling somewhat unkind she might have imagined she was more capable when she started her apprenticeship then he was now. But that did seem unkind, and the combat situations they had found themselves in weren´t exactly normal.
Two of the burly men made the mistake to try and rush her and as a result ran into each other knocking themselves out. ¨Have you come to your senses yet?¨ it really was less fun when the difference in skill was this profound.
Luke watched Ahsoka fight while he gasped and wheezed air into his aching lungs. She didn’t need him. He was useless.
A hollow pang of inadequacy passed through his sore midsection. He found himself wishing yet again that he was old so he could use the Force to overpower these men, as well as impress Ahsoka. Boy, he’d even take ageing up into his twenty-two year old self! At least he’d started to figure out some things about the Force by then!
Ahsoka orchestrated it so that two of the big men knocked themselves out with a thick crunching of skulls, which had Luke wincing inwardly. It failed to dissuade the other men, though, who lashed out at her harder and harder, their faces twisted up in stubborn determination.
Luke glimpsed the pale, tattooed man trying to sneak up behind Ahsoka, his yellowed teeth gritted in frustration. He pulled out a primitive stone sword, certainly not of the laser variety, and looked keen to drive it through her back.
“No!” Luke cried, his eyes wide. This was getting too hostile. Too dangerous!
He launched himself into a stumbling run, then crashed into the tattooed man and seized hold of his blade wielding arm. Both of his hands together could barely fit around the man's biceps, which felt as cold and hard as durasteel. He was pretty sure See-Threepio would’ve told him the chances of him stopping the man were low, but he still had to try.
They were coming and they didn't let up. That was entirely fine by Ahsoka. She could handle them and she was handling them. One had already been taken out and two others went down after they ran into each other. At this rate the fight would be over just as quick as it had gotten started. She had been doing as well as expected in this fight.
But there was still one person standing. A final person and when she turned her attention to him she immediately also spotted Luke who was hanging around the burly man´s sword arm. She hadn't seen a sword of that type. Luke had it in hand though right? She was fairly sure that he could handle things and if not she could step in regardless.
The pale, tattooed man was too strong to hold back! Luke couldn’t rely on physical strength, or put another way, “crude matter”. He needed to draw on the Force.
Luke darted a couple wild glances at his surroundings, spotted a ferrocrete flower pot and reached out with both his hand and fledgling abilities. The flower pot shot up from its place in the corner and slammed into the tattooed man’s skull with enough force to shatter the ferrocrete. Bright red petals and clumps of soil pattered to the ground.
The man’s descent was nowhere near as gentle, and he crashed over on his slack face as tumultuously as a felled rancor. Luke felt the ground quiver beneath his feet.
He would like to drop down in relief and exhaustion among the piles of comatose men, but that would’ve made him look lame in front of Ahsoka. Guh, he probably already did after getting swatted aside repeatedly like a sand fly.
So Luke remained on his feet, trying not to pant too heavily or wince from the hot, deep aches in his body. Boy, he was sure gonna have a load of bruises! Had Ahsoka escaped without any? It’d sure looked that way!
He rolled his sore shoulders and turned to peer at her with wide, awe stricken eyes. “That was amazing, Ahsoka!”
Luke did take out the last person. The clang of the pot was very clear, but Ahsoka hadn't seen it coming due to the man's stature and frame. Still down he went and that was the last of them. The people that had stopped to watch from the sidelines recognized the fight was over just as well and started to leave too. Good. She really had not intended to step in and make thing such as spectacle.
¨It was the least I could do¨ they had numbers but they were clearly used to intimidating more than they were fighting a capable opponent. But Ahsoka was glad she had stopped, she wasn't sure if Luke would have done as well on his own. The effort was something, but it did make things very clear on how different their levels of training were. A strong connection to the force alone wasn't enough.
¨are you alright though, i saw that they hit you a few times¨ and injuries like that tended to get worse if you didn't pay attention to them. Did Valhalla even have an infirmary of some sort. After their texting on the road she understood that Luke didn't have a lot of training, she had noticed it in the fights against the womp rats. But maybe it was even less then she imagined.