Chapter 13 // Who Are You?

And we're back!

It's a little short, but I wanted to go ahead and get this chapter out ASAP. I'm really, really excited for y'all's reactions to what's about to go down.


"No. No way. That's the worst idea ever," the Jedi shook his head, peering down into the circle of doom. He turned to R2-D2, but received no support from the droid. "Really? You think I'm just going to jump into that black hol- AGGHH!"

    The Skywalker mentally rattled off a list of ... colorful... words at the droid that had pushed him in. He looked up to see the robot using his thrusters to gracefully follow him, not a care in the galaxy.

    "I'll get you back for this... you little bantha," he spat, then suddenly realized that he was falling down a seemingly endless hole in the middle of an enemy base. Yeah, this was definitely going to end well.

    After about a minute of falling, he began to sense ground coming dangerously quickly. He outstretched his hands to the ground, then used the Force just in time to slow his speed and land softly. He moved out of the way just in time for R2 -D2 to touch the ground beside him.

    "Maybe I should've left you at the fighter," the Skywalker hummed quietly. Not only was he still salty about what had just happened, but it was going to be a lot harder to stay concealed if he had an entire droid with him as well. He eventually shrugged and walked forward, then studied the vent. He wasn't sure how the person from before had gotten out- the vent seemed perfectly normal and untampered with. Not a single scratch was to be found.

    "We better hurry after this," the Jedi sighed as he withdrew his lightsaber from his belt. "It's not going to take long for them to notice this."

    Using the tip of the hot blade, he cut through the metal of the vent, creating an open large enough for the both of them to crawl out of. He went first, eying the hall t make sure it was empty, then gestured for R2-D2 to follow.

    "Alright, where are you?" the Jedi hummed as the two of them quickly made their way down the hall. He paused and outstretched his hand to feel around through the Force. After a mere moment of searching, he locked onto the woman's strong presence and started running again.

    "Turn left," he quietly instructed, then hung a sharp left around a corner. So far it seemed as though he would be fine. Apparently this base wasn't too worried about patrolling the area.

    The Jedi finally came to a screeching halt at a door. He tried to open it without making a sound, but frowned when he realized it was locked. With a shrug, he drove his lightsaber into the lock until it melted away, then pushed the door open.

    "Stay here," he whispered to R2-D2. "I'll be back in a minute."

    After powering off his lightsaber, he tiptoed into the room. The Jedi couldn't help but grimace at the horrifying screaming that was coming from the other side. What in Mustafar was going on over there? After hiding behind a box of sorts, he peeked around and took in the situation. In the center of the room was a humanoid wrapped in a dark cloak and hood, suspended midair in an electrical torture contraption of sorts. To the side was an officer that was manning the control panel, seeming disinterested.

    A mean, nasty scowl broke out on the Jedi's face as he reached down for his weapon. He gripped tightly to the hilt as he stalked towards the man like a tiger ready to pounce.

    "Didn't your mother ever teach you to treat ladies with respect?" He spat with a smirk, then ignited his lightsaber and drove it up the back of the officer. Then, as quickly as he had started, he withdrew the weapon and watched in content as the body collapsed to the ground. "I'll take that as a no."

    Then the Skywalker quickly rushed over to the control panel and pulled down the lever. The machine sputtered to a stop, as did the electrical shocks and the screaming. He looked up to the person, but she didn't move a muscle.

    "I hope I'm not too late," he whispered to himself as he rushed to the hooded figure's side. Slowly and ever so gently, he removed her restraints and lowered her to the ground.

    "Anakin? A little late to the party, huh?" The woman rasped out. Even though it seemed to take her all of her energy, she looked up into the face of her rescuer. "Wait a hot second... you're not Anakin."

    "I mean, I always had people tell me I looked like Father, but dang, it's never gone this far," Luke chuckled. "Now, remind me, who exactly are you?"

    "Who are you?!"

    "I asked first."

    "Answer me."

    Luke looked at her oddly. Why would she call someone to come help her, even though she didn't even know the person? He shrugged and casually answered, "I'm Luke Skywalker, son of Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One. Now will you tell me who you are?"

    "That's not possible," the woman hoarsely replied. "Anakin doesn't have a son. Especially not your age. He's literally only in his twenties."

    "No... he's in his forties? Wait a minute... don't tell me..."

    "One of us time traveled," the woman sighed. "Great, this is exactly what I need. Now, time to figure out which one of us."

    "I think I know," Luke mumbled under his breath, recalling the dizzy spell he had when he stepped foot onto Endor. "Either way, it doesn't matter. If you know Father, then that means he'd probably want me to help you out."

    "Thanks, uh... Luke."

    The Jedi wrapped one of his arms around her waist and carefully picked her up. Her condition was so bad that she couldn't even put weight on her legs. It would truly be a miracle if they made it out alive. Now, with her laying bride-style across his arms, he started walking out.

    "R2?" The woman coughed, partly from her dry throat and partly from her shock. "It's me, Snips."

    The droid looked up from his previous sentinel position, freezing as his sight came across Ahsoka. Even though he couldn't see her face, he still recognized her immediately and started chirping excitedly.

    "You know him?" Luke asked in amazement.

    "'Course I do. Me and him have been on lots of missions together," the woman fondly recalled.

    "So you're still not going to tell me who you are?"

    "I can't," she sighed. "Nobody can know that I'm alive. Not only does it put me in danger, but the whole Jedi order as well. This... mercenary-like force can't know that I survived. Otherwise, I lose all the element of surprise."

    A silence fell between them as they hobbled back to the vent, mostly due to the fact that it hurt the woman too much to speak. Luke took the time to sit back and contemplate everything that was going on right now. Seriously, of all things, how in the galaxy did he manage to get sucked back in time to rescue someone who thought he was his father? He had to admit, of all the crazy things that have happened in his life, this had to be the most messed up.

    "Look! There they are!"

Luke swiveled his head and groaned at the sight of the oncoming enemies. He tried picking up the pace, but he could only go so fast carrying a woman slightly taller than him.

    "Any ideas 'Mystery Person'?"

    "Put me down."

    "Uh... no-can-do. If you haven't noticed, you've kinda been electrocuted to death and back."

    "I'm weak, not incompetent. Now put me down, or I'll get down myself."

    "Alright, alright, geez," Luke mumbled, then put Ahsoka on her own two feet. He still kept  one arm around her waist, but she quickly shook out of it. Then, before he could blink, she had whipped out her dual lightsabers from her cloak and powered them on. They were pure, clean white.

    "It can't be," the Jedi whispered in awe, then quickly snapped out of it. The pair already had blasters being fired at them. He withdrew his own weapon from his belt and turned it on, then joined alongside the woman.

    Her fighting technique was like different than anything he had ever seen before. It was incredibly refined, yet bold and aggressive. Every motion evolved so fluidly and efficiently to the next that it seemed like a dance.

    "For a dead person, you don't fight half-bad," Luke laughed, turning back to the oncoming fire and working hard to deflect it. The on pour had originally been incredibly heavy, but it appeared that the woman beside him had already thinned out the enemies substantially.

    "Thanks. You're pretty good yourself," she commented, then suddenly spun on her heel. "Cover me."

    Luke nodded and worked on preventing any bullets from flying past him. When he finally deflected a bullet into the body of the last opponent, he turned around and was shocked. Somehow, without him even realizing it, the woman had taken out nearly 100 enemies that had attempted to attack them from behind.

    "Do I even want to know how...?" He slowly asked, his eyes blinking in shock.

    "Not important," she shrugged, flicking off her lightsabers and returning them to her cloak. "The only thing we need to worry about is getting out of here. The next wave will be coming soon."

    The woman seemed to have regained a tenet amount of strength, but she still moved extremely gingerly as to not aggravate her body too much. He sighed, knowing that she was probably going to balk at his help, but he walked over to her and slung her arm around his shoulder.

    "I can walk on my..."

    "I know," Luke grunted. "But we might need your energy for later. Just save it, okay?"

    If there was such thing as an 'eye-rolling aura', the Jedi definitely felt it emitting from the woman. A small smile spread across his lips in amusement. "I'm not sure how we're going to get out of here. I got in through the vents, like I'm assuming you did, but there's no way to get back up."

    "Sure there is," she argued. "R2 will fly you up."

    "Then what about you? I literally just rescued you, I'm not about to leave you beh..."

    "Don't worry about me," she interjected. "I've got it covered."

    Luke rolled his eyes. If there was any woman in the world that deserved the title 'Miss Independent', it was definitely her.

    "Here we are," Luke mumbled, pulling off the vent that he had haphazardly replaced.

    "I had been so careful to not mess it up," she sighed in defeat. "Like seriously, could you have destroyed it anymore?"

    "I was in a bit of a rush if you couldn't tell," the Jedi argued back. "I was trying, okay? Leave me alone."

    The woman snickered to herself, then turned back to Luke. "Gentlemen first."

    "No... if I recall, it's definitely ladies first."

    "Well if you care so much about being polite, listen to what I'm kriffing saying and go first."

    "Easy there, tiger," he laughed. "I know this week hasn't been the best..."

    "Believe me, I'm used to it. I've had about five consecutive bad years, it's nothing new."

    Luke climbed up into the vents, then turned around and reached out a hand. The woman gladly took it and pulled herself up. R2-D2 flew in behind her.

    "Alright Artooie, you take him up. I think you remember what I can do."

    The droid chirped his agreement, then awaited Luke to grab a hold to him. While still reluctant to leave the woman on her own, he eventually latched on to R2-D2 and started getting pulled up. The ride was long and slow, but they eventually managed to make it to the surface. The bright shine of daylight washed over Luke's face, causing him to use his free hand to shield his eyes.

    "Alright, what do we do about her now?" Luke asked R2-D2 once they landed on the ground.

    "Nothing," a voice from behind them spoke. The Jedi jumped and spun around, hand on the hilt of his lightsaber just in case, but it was simply the woman from before. "I told you I could handle myself."

    "Let me guess, you can fly or something," Luke guessed sarcastically.

    "Sorta," she shrugged, causing his mouth to drop slightly.

    "And you needed my help why?"

    "Got in a tight spot, kinda lost my cool... and you saw that machine. There's no way I was going to be able to get out of there on my own."

    Luke nodded, then looked up at the horizon. "My fighter is over there," he began, gesturing to their left. "What about you? Do you have a transport?"

    "Yeah. My ship's over there," she replied, pointing to their right. There was a moment of solemn silence as the two of them realized this was probably farewell.

    "I'm assuming you'll somehow go back in time after you leave Endor," she sighed. "You've done your job with rescuing me. Thank you, Luke. It was truly nice meeting you."

    "Pleasure was all mine," he replied with a smirk. Then, without any further words, she turned and started her journey back.

    Luke quietly watched her walk off, contemplating whether he should do something or not. Then, after biting his lip, he called out, "Ahsoka?"

    The figure paused mid-stride, visibly tense. She turned slightly, mostly craning her neck around. "Who's Ahsoka?"

    "Come on, I'd know those lightsabers from anywhere."

    The woman stayed frozen. Then, with a deep sigh, she pivoted the rest of her body to face him and reached up. In one fluid motion, she flicked her hood off.

    A beam broke across the Jedi's face as he took in her tanned and defined features. He paused as he locked eye-contact with her electric blue eyes. Oh, how he remembered those eyes. One minute they could be warm enough to melt your heart, then the next they could turn you to ice.

    "Farewell, Ahsoka. Stay safe... the future needs you."


HOW MANY Y'ALL SAW THAT COMING?

honestly, I'm kinda sad to see Luke go so soon 😔

anyways, in the meantime, go hype up the new chapter on Ahsoka Tano: The Chosen one ✨♥️

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