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Two Juggernaut Army

Damian deflected a sword to the side, using it to block another before slashing the droid up the middle. The moment he did, he spun, ducking under another blade before standing and slashing that droid, a blast of the Force shooting out and scattering the droids around it. He turned, sweeping three blades aside and slashed all three droids, just in time for two to crash into the back of his armor. He spun, kicking the droids sideways into a third before Force Pushing them, sending them crashing into another ground, most of them breaking apart. The moment his blast went off, he stepped backward, and his back met Ahsoka's. They both spun, around each other, slashing the droid that had attacked the other before both took off, shredding their way through the droids.

Their lightsabers flashed around and around, tearing the droids apart rapidly, almost too fast to keep track of. However, their armor was taking a beating. Damian had no realistic expectation of the armor being usable after this battle, assuming they survived. Even beskar could only handle so much before it was no longer usable. He knocked a sword aside with his left blade, then another with his right, then he spun, both forearms deflecting two more before he spun in a complete circle, splitting all four droids with his blades before flipping backward over a stab, slashing that droid and several more on the way down. As he landed, he spun, stabbing under Ahsoka's right arm as she stabbed past his head, both killing a droid that had been about to attack the other. They both stood and spun, sending out a Force Push to clear themselves some room before looking to the AT-ATs. There were two, and neither was damaged yet. They needed to be dealt with immediately, or else the others wouldn't be able to leave.

"I'll go left, you go right!" Ahsoka said, slashing a pair of droids.

"Meet you in the middle!" Damian said.

Ahsoka nodded and they took off again, slaughtering their way through the droids again. However, just as Damian broke free of the droids, one of the Grievous Battle Droid's clawed feet grabbed him by the back of his cuirass, spinning him and hurling him at the droids. He slashed their blades aside before slashing the other blade and splitting them, then flipped, landing on his feet in time for both blades to block a sword, then three to drill into his chest plate at once, hurling him backward. He crashed to the ground, groaning, then pushed himself up, sighing and reconnecting his lightsabers, deactivating one blade before drawing Satele's lightsaber and extending both blades. He took a long, slow breath, and then he was off. The droids stepped forward to meet him and he spun, sweeping their blades aside with Satele's lightsaber before slashing with his own and splitting a semicircle of droids across the chest. Two stepped forward and slashed at him, only for him to block the blades with one of Satele's and his own, then turned, the other blade of Satele's lightsaber splitting both droids. The rest all backed off suddenly as Damian turned, watching the Grievous Battle Droid draw two of its lightsabers, its head following him to keep its glowing red eyes fixed on him.

"Really now," Damian sighed. "I know I said I wanted to see what the Clone War was like, but this is pushing it. I don't really feel like roleplaying the whole thing. Can you just fuck off so I can go home and fuck my wife, and possible one of the other four girls that my wife, for some reason, lets join us?"

"The Master has ordered me to attempt to eliminate you," the Grievous droid said, its voice deep and monotonous. "Courtesy dictates you allow me to do so without a struggle."

"No, courtesy dictates you fuck off before I turn you into scrap metal," Damian countered.

Just then, Ahsoka split two of the legs of one AT-AT, then Force Pushed the lower halves out from under the rest, tipping the walker into the other. Damian grinned as both crashed to the ground and three shuttles took off from the hangar. That was it, then. They'd gotten away. So, it would be about a week before the Wraith could get there to pick them up.

"You are abandoned," the droid said.

"And you are a sacrificial pawn meant to strengthen me," Damian said.

"I am the most advanced assassin-class battle droid ever created," the droid said.

"We'll see," Damian said.

The Grievous droid crouched, arms pulling back, then shot forward in a near-blur. Damian shouted in surprise, backpedaling as he deflected the lightsabers rapidly, until a pair of sword crashing into his back, hurling him to the side. Instantly, the Grievous droid's lightsabers began to slam into his armor over and over. Head, chest, arm, face, shoulder, thigh, arm, side, face, shoulder. Damian finally leapt away, landing on his feet and pulled his lightsabers back to himself, extending one of his and putting Satele's away. Then, he shot forward, ducking aside of the Grievous droid's first slash and slashed back at him. The droid blocked it with his other and threw a punch at Damian, only for him to duck under it, then spin around the foot as it flashed back downward at him. His lightsaber flashed back upward, blocking both of the droid's before he ducked, Ahsoka flipping over him and slashing at the droid, who blocked both blades, its leg snapping up and catching her by the chest plate. However, before he could do anything to her, he released her and shot backward as Damian slashed at his support leg, managing to scratch it but not remove it. Ahsoka stood beside him as he stood, readying himself.

The Grievous droid raised a hand and the other droids charged again. Damian and Ahsoka both sighed, readying themselves. However, before the droids could reach them, a ship descended out of the clouds, its main guns opening fire, the blasts beginning to explode among the droids, quickly slaughtering them. The Grievous droid charged and leapt over an explosion, landing with one foot on the handle of a sword, plasma once again streaming along the edge as the Grievous droid raised the sword in its foot. Then, it leapt forward, spinning and flipping and slashing, its two lightsabers and its sword flashing around and around through the air, the droid making use of all four limbs as both standing supports and attacking appendages, allowing its three weapons to feel like many, many more as it struck at the pair of them in a constant flurry of slashes and stabs. Finally, it slammed a kick into Ahsoka, throwing her away before turning and focusing on Damian. He grit his teeth, focusing all of his senses on the fight, deflecting blade after speeding blade. The droid hadn't been kidding when it warned him it was dangerous. It had no openings. It was too fast for him to keep up with alone. However, even when Ahsoka began to help, it was still too much. At least, at first.

Finally, Damian saw an opening. He lunged and the droid spun, all three blades crashing into his chest, hurling him backward. However, as he flew, one of the droid's hands and its leg from the knee down both spun into the air. The droid stared at its severed limbs, then looked up as Damian stood, glancing down at his scorched, dented, and partially melted armor. He sighed. He had been right. It was ruined.

"Let's finish this," Damian said.

Ahsoka nodded and the droid began to turn, only for Ahsoka to Force shove it, sending it flying at Damian. Damian shot forward, slashing at it and it flipped, its blade crashing into his before it flipped, landing on its remaining foot before beginning to fight him one-handed, doing well at it. It slashed again and again, Damian backpedaling as he deflected the blade again and again, the droid leaping and flipping after him, making all the harder for him to keep up. Then, finally, as the droid leapt forward, Damian smirked, suddenly stepping forward and spinning around the droid before his lightsaber flashed across its back, the droid crashing to the ground, the lights in its eyes slowly fading as the droid died. Damian sighed, turning to Ahsoka who was watching the ship that had helped them. They both turned to it just as it landed, the ramp opening and Hondo walking out of it, bowing with a flourish of his hat.

"A fine battle my friend!" Hondo smiled. "But perhaps we should get out of here before our friends from the Empire arrive."

Damian and Ahsoka both jogged onto the ship and Hondo lifted off, flying away from the planet quickly before Damian told Hondo where to go to meet up with the Wraith, sending a message to the Wraith to meet them there.

"Thank you for the save, Hondo," Damian said. "Your debt is officially squared."

"You are too generous, my friend!" Hondo smiled. "But I accept your offer."

Damian smirked, sighing and carefully removing his Juggernaut armor with the Force, storing it in his pack, along with his mask, and Ahsoka likewise stored her armor in her own pack. "I'm so done with the Clone War. And where the hell did those droids come from?"

"I don't know," Ahsoka said. "You said you recognized that symbol?"

"I think so," Damian said. "But I can't place it."

Ahsoka nodded. "Well, I'm sure it'll come to you. Either way, we'll need to warn Rebel Command once we get back."

Damian nodded and held his arms out, Ahsoka smiling and sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him for a few seconds before laying her head on his shoulder. A couple hours later, they were back on the Wraith heading back to their base with the rest of their family.

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