A/N: Well people certainly SEEMED to enjoy this. So I'll continue it.

"...Alright, I admit...I deserved that one." I murmured, bent double, on my knees.

"Yeah, just a bit." Ashoka hissed, glaring down at me, having recovered remarkably from the sudden, disorienting blur that catapulted across both our visions from the sudden and rather jarring impact of her boot to my crotch.

"In my defense...Yoda."

"In my offense, Yoda!"

"Again, fair." I drawled, groaning a final time before pushing my way back to being upright. "But this time, at least, I contacted you a little after sunset." I tried, rubbing my neck sheepishly.

She slapped me upside the head, unflinching at the rush of trading scenery brought about by the smack.

"Yeah, thanks, now I gotta keep quiet lest a droid or one of the masters slips in to check on me!" She whispered, climbing onto the open air that was doubtlessly her bed. I slid up and fell into my own with another whimper.

"Next time I'm mad, I'll kick you there, see how ya like it…" I grumbled, rolling onto my back on the smallish bed.

"Yeah, I'm sure." The aggravated Jedi drawled under her breath.

"I mean it!"

"Sure you do."

"God, you are snippy today." I sighed, flipping onto my side, facing Ashoka. "So anyway, how did it go with the resident super-toad?"

Silence.

"...With Yoda."

"What? But he's no-HEY!"

"Good lord I really must get your wit into shape." That one earned another boot, this time to the head.

"And I need to teach you manners!"

"My manners are fine, thank you. I just choose not to use them around you because you've always seen me without them." Which was partially true. It was mostly because manners are a pain and I knew Ashoka-young or not-would enjoy my candor.

"I'll see it when I believe it."

"I think you'll be surprised."

"Maybe…" She drawled, flopping backwards. "So, how was your day?"

"Oh, you know…"

Lightning crackling across my skin for another failure

The hiss of my training saber clashing with the brainwashed clone's

My throat-rending from agonized screams as I force-lift a gunship

"Usual training stuff."

"Like meditating with your master?"

"That's...one word for it." I drawled, yellowish-brown eyes flickering to the side. "You?"

"Mostly the same. Meditation, followed by talks on peace and diplomacy, then some saber practice. Mostly stances."

"Sounds...riveting."

"Oh, hush. It's not that bad." She defended. My response was a single arched brow. "I said not that bad." She hissed.

"Yeahuh, I'm sure." And boot number three! This time to the elbow. Wow, it actually really hurt quite a-

THWACK!

I woke with a gunt, my cheek stinging almost as much as my left elbow. Where was-?

"So, he wakes." A droid? "Get that thing off of him."

Vision returned with the force of a jackhammer, and I was met with a hologram.

"Hello, brat." the Trandosion on the other end hissed.

"Greetings, ugly." I returned without a second thought. That earned another smack. The brief flicker of anger I felt returned my grasp on the force, and suddenly everything came into a clearer focus.

Ten hostiles, five outside the cell, and another cluster of lifeforms...somewhere above us.

"It took my men so very long to find you...but it was worth every credit. Now I get to watch you die." He snarl-chuckled.

"Perhaps your men are quite incompetent, taking so long." I snarked. Another hit, which drew me further from whatever drug they'd hit me with and deeper into the force.

"I might agree." the lizard-like being chuckled, "If not for this Jedi who was trying to catch you." He drawled, gesturing behind me.

Well, that explained why I was thinking about Ashoka.

Correction, nine guards, one still frustrated Ashoka being held in force-blockers.

Wait, why wasn't I…?

OH!

I laughed, long and hard. "Your men really are incompetent." A rifle butt slammed into my stomach, and I had all the focus I needed.

"…Whys that?" The now wary slaver asked. I really couldn't help the smirk.

"They assumed she was the only one with a lightsaber." In a heartbeat my own Durasteel hilt was flying from my robes, activating midair and shearing my cuffs in two. I caught the glinting cylinder and spun in place, making short work of the two closest guards.

"He's a Sith!" the Trandosian squealed in horror. A twitch of my wrist sent the holo-projector flying into a guard by the door.

The force screamed a warning, and I spun around, lightsaber flashing up to deflect the blaster bolt gunning for my head. It bounced back and nailed the Mandalorian who fired it in the stomach. He was only halfway to the floor when I lept for the final guard in the room, lightsaber freeing the world of his ugly mug in a controlled swipe.

Poor guy hadn't even unholstered his pistol.

I took a moment to sweep the room, thanking the soundproofed door stopping the other guards from storming us.

The captain would probably fix that in a few seconds. I walked to the unconscious guard and dragged him up by his shirt, lifting him between me, Ashoka, and the door. Not a moment too soon.

The door flew open, and a hail of blaster fire came with it. Turns out, Trandosians are very good at being meatshields, because I barely felt the heat.

"Hold fire!" One of them finally shouted, noticing the body's uniform.

"Thanks!" I shouted in the sudden silence, force-pushing the guard's corpse into his former allies with the force of a speeding jet-bike. "Stiiiiiiirike!" I joked under my breath, strolling out the door to make sure they were down.

None dead, probably, but they were all out cold. I turned on a heel and meandered towards the still-a-youngling, who was staring at me in a cross between relief and indignation.

"What?" I asked, oddly defensive under her emerald gaze. She stared a little harder. "Hey, they were gonna kill us! Don't lie to me and say you've never sliced someone in self-defense!"

Annnnd there was the righteous anger. Good, back to normal. "Here." I huffed, slicing her thick hand-clamps, catching her as the field shut down automatically. "Easy, hot-head," I grunted, helping her steady until balance returned. "One more." With a careful draw across her face, the muzzle keeping her silent fell away.

"Thank you, jerk." She said, rubbing her jaw testingly.

"Grab a blaster," I said in response, turning and marching towards the rest of the ship. "You'll need it." I drawled, my lightsaber snapping off with a hiss.

"I don't know how to use one!" She shouted, hurrying after me, skirting the bodies.

"Eh, you're a fast learner." I joked, forcing open a lift and stepping inside. She followed, frowning cautiously.

"You...Uhm..." She suddenly interjected after a few seconds.

"Why were you here?" I cut her off, glancing at her from the corner of my eye.

"I, um, I recognized the view when we hugged. Master Zun'hii brought a big group of younglings here for some specialized training in Force control." She explained, shifting her weight. "I slipped off from the group."

"Barely started hugging and stuff not three months ago and it already screws me." I chuckled, shaking my head softly. "Also. My, oh, my. Becoming a little rebel already?" She glared and opened her mouth to respond.

The force practically took over with how fast I drew my saber, igniting it and sliding in front of Ashoka, deflecting the four blaster bolts that arced through the air towards us.

"Gaccck!"

"Aouughhgg!"

"Zajt Putra!"

Came three agonized voices from three of the shooters. The fourth had been nailed in the head and fallen without noise.

"W-Wait! Wait!" Came the captain, the only Slaver to have survived the shots reflection.

"You kidnap me." I hissed, stalking forward. "Kidnap my friend." My hand snapped forward to rip his blaster away with the force, "And kidnap god knows how many people to sell off." I was stood right over him, Lightsaber held high, ready to plunge into his chest. "You've got three chances to convince me."

"Y-You can't head back to the planet without me!"

"I can fly a ship, try again."

"I-I-I-I-I'm, um, I'm influential!"

"Too influential, why do you think I was dismantling your operation?"

"I'll give you anything! Money, ships, weapons! I-I'll give you a portion of my haul for free."

"I don't negotiate with assholes, slavers, or terrorists. You meet two of those three criteria. Goodbye."

"Noo-AAAAAAA!"

-About twenty minutes later-

"Really?"

"You were gonna execute him!"

"Yeah, cause he deserves it!"

"I know that but it's not right to just murder him!"

"It's not murder, its rightful execution."

"There's no such thing as rightful execution!"

"Tell that to your Republic."

"You know what, focus on landing!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

A/N: For those curious, Wise God comes next in my update list. Hope you enjoyed