I remembered I have an in-progress Star Wars fanfiction for the first time, and I can't not update on Star Wars Day. It'd be an insult.
May the Fourth be with you!
"You think they caught on?"
Remy made no effort to answer. Everyone knew.
"Ahsoka, give Rogue your second lightsaber."
He heard Ahsoka reach for the lightsaber before stopping. "Can you use a lightsaber?"
When Rogue did not answer immediately, Remy internally cursed. She needed a weapon. Her powers were frankly useless. Her hand to hand was nothing to laugh about, but she was limping. And no way in hell was he giving his staff to her, he needed it now.
"Logan never teach you?"
"Why would he?"
"He is a samurai." He extended his staff, letting it remain in its normal form. No attachments or gadgets necessary.
Without seeing her, he could tell she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and Magneto's Jewish."
"He… is." Did Rogue not know? How much had Xavier hid from his students anyway? "Next thing, you'll be asking if Pryo's crazy."
She did not respond.
A blaster almost hit her in the face.
A full blaster.
Not the knock-off bullet laser things.
Remy's head turned to the Yuki pirate Ahsoka had dealt with while his attention lapsed. Alive unconscious and unarmed, not bad.
"You're welcome. Hurry up."
That was… in hindsight, he should have thought of it first. He might thank the little one later.
"Thanks, Ahsoka," Rogue muttered, running to the front with the blaster in her hand. She looked stylish.
This was sure to be interesting.
A few moments later, he regretted that thought.
"That's a bit big for you."
About a hundred and ten yards to the hanger. Entirely vertical.
They failed, they died. They succeeded too slowly, they died.
This was a challenge.
As the three trained warriors silently brainstormed ideas, Rogue riffled through the unconscious pirate's suit for more weapons. It looked like she found absolutely none except a baton, which she threw at a few approaching pirates. She was a very lucky woman, Anakin decided after it actually made contact and knocked them out.
"Can you two jump that?" Gambit asked.
Anakin nodded, having already scanned a few ledges. "We can handle it. What about you?"
Rogue walked over to them with more confidence than before, making eye contact with her buddy the bounty hunter "How high can you get me?" she asked.
"Not all the way. Maybe half."
Half… yeah. He could. "I can handle that," Anakin declared. Holding her seemed easier than some of the boys; he could manage.
Rogue cracked her neck. "This is going to be hell." She shot a pirate with that blaster. A pirate that was out of Ahsoka's freakishly good sensing and Anakin's Jedi Knight sensing. In the chest.
So… good aim.
"You sure I can't just borrow your thing? Just for a moment?"
"Positive. I will watch you back."
Anakin blocked a few blaster bolts. "Want to hurry up?"
"You go first. Gambit can boost me, Ahsoka can follow us."
"Alright." He did have a better chance of surviving the pirates already up there than Ahsoka. "Wait for my signal to come up."
"Sure thing."
He boosted himself to his maximum height towards a ledge of the wall, catching himself by his fingertips. Obi-Wan's voice nagged him even now. Deep breaths, Anakin, it said.
He swung up, repeating the scenario a few times.
His lightsaber stabbed into the platform, letting him flip up with it as leverage..
There were only five pirates.
One Force-push later, there were none.
Anakin walked over to the edge, giving Ahsoka the signal.
When Anakin gave their elaborate signal (read: waved his arms wildly), Ahsoka looked at Gambit. She absolutely despised trusting him to not kill Rogue, but he was not going to kill Rogue. She could tell that much. They were… positive acquaintances, at least.
"He's ready."
"How could you tell?" Rogue muttered, stretching her legs while Gambit knelt down, one knee on the ground. "Ready, asshole?"
He rolled his demon-like eyes, putting his hands in a boosting position. His nod said it all.
She took a few steps back. Ahsoka kept her eyes trained on them, her ears trained on her surroundings, and her mind immersed in the Force. It was harder than her teachers at the Temple made it sound.
Rogue sprinted forward, landing with the ball of her right foot on Gambit's hands, and launched fifty meters in the air.
Uh… she knew they said they could… but even Master Windu might have some trouble jumping that high. Ahsoka could never dream of it.
Was it Gambit or Rogue who did that? Maybe a combination… just wow.
As they planned, Anakin caught her. To the girl's credit, she stayed surprisingly calm. Even Ahsoka usually freaked out a little in the beginning. Anakin floated her up carefully, setting her down on the hanger platform gently.
Gambit was panting slightly as he took out his staff again.
"She's not just a civilian," Ahsoka proclaimed.
"She not 'just' anything."
"She just jumped fifty meters."
"No. You think I become a master thief without a few tricks? I pushed her forty-nine meters and she jumped one. She just very good at being calm."
"You have a weird accent."
"To me, you do." Fair point.
He pointed his staff at one of the ledges, measuring it out or trying to look dramatic. Having Anakin for a master certainly made her give up on trying to discover the difference.
"How do you plan on getting to that?"
He made no response, a sly smile crossing his face.
He ran forward, using his staff like a javelin to get way higher than should be humanly possible. He dashed up the wall, going at a speed worthy of a Jedi Master. A few more javelin-like pushes, running completely perpendicular to the wall, a crazy set of tricks up his sleeve involving a grappling hook inside his staff, and a breaking the laws of physics a few more times was all it took for Gambit to finally pull himself onto the platform of the hanger.
He was good.
No wonder no one caught him.
And no wonder he was such a good thief.
His ungloved fingers never even touched anything other than what was completely necessary, specifically his staff. Sensors were a joke compared to someone who made Ahsoka look unagile, and she was a Togruta Jedi. Agility was her greatest strength.
She shook her head in disbelief, springing up herself.