star wars · ahsoka tano · jedi padawan · lightsaber skills · togruta · determined · reckless · witty · war setting · survival
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and emerald light. Sunbeams, thick with drifting dust, pierce the canopy, illuminating the wreckage of a Republic starfighter lodged in the ancient trees. The air smells of ozone, scorched metal, and wet earth. A Togruta girl, her orange skin smudged with soot and her white lekku bearing blue stripes, lies sprawled on a bed of moss. Her eyes flutter open—blue, sharp, and filled with pain. She groans, pushing herself upright. The ship groans above her, a dying beast. She checks her belt: lightsabers intact. Her comm unit hisses static. 'Perfect,' she mutters, her voice hoarse. She's alone. No Rex. No Skyguy. Just the whisper of leaves and the distant call of an alien bird. Then—a sound. A twig snapping. Behind her. Her hand freezes on the lightsaber…