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Ahsoka disengaged the light saber and stood over the Starburn's dead body. The top of his head, resembling a perfectly sliced orange, rolled about a yard away, severed from the body just above the nose. She felt no sympathy for these murderers. Countless was the number of Jedi they had slain and continued to butcher to this very day. Deep down, she stilled believed that death was too good for them, but it was her only other alternative. Thus, Ahsoka had determined that in deliverance of death, she would know no mercy. Without a second thought or single reflection upon her actions, she turned on her heel and headed for the knoll.
She moved with haste. Though she had left no trooper alive or allowed any to escape, it was not impossible that one might have managed send out a distress signal before their death. If so, a new set of reinforcements could be here at any minute. She raced with long strides up the earthy steep side of the hill, hit the peak still running, and bounded down the grassy slope on the other side. She could hear the child stirring in the brush. It lifted its voice in short baby jibber.
Good, the child was safe. She had probably been awakened by all of the commotion. Ahsoka reached down and lifted the child from out of cove with both hands. The infants face beamed with a toothless grin; awakened, but still at peace. With the babe held tightly in both arms, Ahsoka returned to her vessel and prepared for take off. The ship was hardly bigger than a fighter, consisting of a pilot's chair and a copilot's chair right beside each other beneath the domed viewport. Ahsoka placed the child in a small cargo compartment behind the pilot's chair. She had filled the compartment with several clothes and old Jedi robes, forming a kind of bed for the infant. In a moment, it was fast asleep. Ahsoka smiled and sat down in the pilot's chair. She adjusted the controls, and the ship hummed to life. A few seconds later, the vessel roared as if lifted from the earth and zoomed upwards.
Although Ahoska's small and trivial little ship could have easily been lumped aside as second rate, it was quite the extraordinary and everything that Ahsoka could have wanted. Equipped with a complicated weapons systems consisting of three blasters and a laser cannon, the ship also had a limited cloaking device. Though capable of holding a cloak for up to nearly 3 hours, it had to be deactivated before the ship could prepare for a hyperspace jump.
The vessels ascended through the upper atmosphere entering the vacuum of space. The Jedi could sense them before she saw them. Two enormous Destroyers floated against the dark backdrop of outer space. Ahsoka engaged the cloaking device, and the ship became practically invisible. A cloud of fighters seemed to encompass the two gigantic and triangular shaped vessels. Ahsoka was unnervingly close to the fighters. So close that she caught glimpses of the white-armored troopers inside the tiny ships. But they were completely unaware of her presence…yet. As soon as she disengaged the cloaking device and prepared for the jump, she knew that the fighters would be upon her. She literally would be a sitting duck for blaster fire.
Ahsoka allowed the vessel to sail through space, pulling away from the Destroyers. It was not long before her vessel was out of range of the planet's well of gravity, but not out of Imperial detection. She would have to be quick, plotting her course and preparing the jump in a matter of minutes before turning to the weapon controls and defending the ship. Ahsoka's eyes narrowed . Her palms began to perspire, and her fingers slid carelessly over the controls and on the control stick. She froze and inhaled deeply, calming her nerves and allowing the Force to sooth her anxiety.
She acted with lightning speed, disengaging the cloaking device and plotting her destination course. Though she moved quickly, the procedure still took a couple of minutes. It was just enough time for the Imperial ships to detect her presence. In a moment, imperial fighters were zooming towards her vessel, blasters alight with green discharges of deadly energy. The ship lurched to one side, but the hull remained undamaged as the shields had absorbed a large percentage of the impact. Ahoska immediately checked the shield statues, saw that they were down by 31%, and swiveled her chair to the weapon controls. Another round of blaster bolts found their target and again the ship lurched. Ahoska automatically knew the shields were now down by at least 50%. She activated the blaster and set the laser cannon on automatic-target-and-fire. She stared into the target view port, locked aim upon a fighter, and opened fire. Red tongues of power leapt from the blaster and connected with their target, destroying the tiny ship immediately upon impact. The ship turned on its own, pointing its nose in the direction of the plotted course. Ahoska winced as the infant burst into a red-faced cry, frightened by the noise of blaster fire and the lurching of ship; but the Jedi kept her mind upon the problem at hand, ignoring the babe.
The laser cannon was a living weapon, locking target upon fighters and then blowing them to pieces. Ahoska, on the other hand, was not as accurate. Though she managed to take down three fighters, it was not enough to keep her own ship from taking its share of blows. Ahsoka glanced at the shields statues and saw that they were down to 10%. A sudden, vicious shudder of the ship assured the her that the shields were now fully depleted. The youngling's cries crescendoed to a scream. Ahsoka's heart leapt as the hyper drive engines roared. The main viewport of stars suddenly morphed into a hall of brilliant while lines. In an instant, Ahsoka's vessels blasted into hyperspace.
Ahsoka breathed heavily and with a sweaty palm wiped the moisture from her brow. For a moment, she was oblivious to all of her surroundings, her adrenaline at its peak and the beating of her pulse resonating her ears. It took her a moment before she realized that the youngling was still screaming. Coming to this realization, though still moving like a zombie, Ahsoka bent over into the compartment and attempted to calm the babe, shushing it as she ran her fingers through its curly hair. In a moment, the child placed its two fingers into its mouth and fell silent; again at peace, though still wide awake.
Ahsoka knew that the youngling would be hungry by now. It hadn't eaten since early that afternoon. She could sense the child's need; but she could also sense that the child's was temporarily fulfilling its own needs…by feeding off of the Force. Never had Ahsoka seen or known of a youngling so in touch Force. The experience was mind boggling, but at the same time quite sobering.
Ahsoka knew that in taking in this youngling, and a youngling so powerful to top it all off, she had also taken upon herself a mountain of responsibility. Was she ready for such a task? She did not know. But this she did know. Ahsoka had purposed in her heart to do everything in her power to raise, train, and protect her soon-to-be apprentice. Not only to protect her from the murderous soldiers of the empire, but also from the ever present Dark Side of the Force. She would not allow her padawan meet the fate that her own master had suffered.
The child stirred, drawing Ahsoka out of her thoughts. The babe hadn't long to wait before its hunger for the material was satisfied. Even know the vessel was approaching the abode of the Jedi; the planet Haangor-3.