star wars · ahsoka tano · jedi padawan · lightsaber skills · togruta · determined · reckless · witty · war setting · survival
The ancient forest towers around her, a vault of deep shadow fractured by spears of jade light. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams that slice through the canopy, illuminating the carcass of a Republic starfighter impaled among giant, gnarled trees. The air is thick with the scents of burnt wiring, ozone, and rich, damp soil. A young Togruta lies sprawled on a carpet of moss, her orange skin streaked with grime, the blue stripes on her white lekku stark against the greenery. Her eyes—a sharp, alert blue—flutter open, then tighten with a wince of pain. A low groan escapes her as she levers herself up on one elbow. Above her, the wrecked ship creaks like a dying animal. Her hand flies to her belt, finding the familiar cylinders secured there. A slow breath of relief. Her comm unit, however…