Ahsoka
Ahsoka sat down against the the wall of the small shuttlebay panting heavily and drenched in sweat despite the cool climate. Her light saber was lying loosely in her hand.
She should have known that it would come down to his. It was the second day into their jury and they had had nothing to do so Ahsoka and Max had decided to do some light sparing to pass the time and also just for old times sake.
That had been until Max had realized how unbalanced her style had become. How much she depended on her shoto and how much her abilities as a duelist had suffered under fighting droids. From that moment on it had turned into a real sparing match.
At first Max had ordered her to put aside her shoto and then he had told her to stop holding the light saber reverse grip, insisting that they got back to basics. It had taken a while but she had slowly gotten the hang out of the new more conventional style though she preferred the one that Max and she had worked out together all those years ago. Of course she knew he was right. Her own experience had become her greatest enemy.
"Come on Ahsoka! I've seen Yela fight better!" Shenna mocked from the other side of the room. Ahsoka made a rude hand gesture back at the younger girl while Max slowly strolled towards her. He didn't even have the decency to pretend as if he was out of breath but he was at least sweating. Max was wearing his black, short sleeved combat suite while Ahsoka was wearing her only outfit which luckily was a combat outfit.
Now that she thought about it she didn't have any spare cloths. The only possessions that she still had where her light sabers and the cloths she wearing which weren't in the best condition. Her cloths were were definitely smelly before fencing, now the would be toxic. Yes, getting tortured is a sweaty business.
Apart from the sweat her body suite was covered in grime and scorch marks. "What are you thinking about?" Max asked.
"That I really need to go to the laundry machines on deck one and hit the showers because I haven't seen the inside of a shower since I arrived on Alderaan. My cloths are filthy and so am I."
A tiny smile appeared on Max's face. "Yes, you are. Get yourself cleaned up." Ahsoka got to her feet. "Ohh and Max. Don't you dare set a foot on deck one until I give the all clear unless my life is in danger or something. I don't have any spare cloths so you know what that means."
"Don't worry. I have no intentions of violating your privacy. Take all the time you need. The state room on the up on the top floor behind the upper Turbo blaster batteries is unclaimed. You can have that room for yourself. Shenna, I suggest you take the first mates quarters. I'll take the captains quarters." For some reason Ahsoka blushed as she retrieved her Shoto and left her room in a hurry.
Ahsoka climbed up a few flights of stainless steel stairs until she reached the highest deck and a minute later she was standing in the entrance of the state room. It was quite luxuries and big with a small living room and a bedroom with an attached bathroom that included a small vending machine and a shower.
Ahsoka locked the bedroom door behind her. Of course she knew that Max would never take advantage of her but she still felt more secure behind locked doors,... Over the last few days to many had touched her in ways no one had ever dared to before and if something was so important that Max would break down the door, her not wearing cloths would be the least of her worries.
Ahsoka stepped into the bathroom and stripped. After quickly tossing her cloths into the laundry machine she stepped into the shower and turned on the water.
The Padawan sighed in relief as hot water washed over her, slowly washing away all the grime from the last few days. It felt good to turn the water so hot that it nearly hurt. Ahsoka rested her forehead against the stainless steal wall and closed the eyes, letting the steaming water loosen her sore muscles.
Finally Ahsoka remembered that showering to hot for to long wasn't exactly good for her health so she turned off the water.
When she finally finished drying herself off she saw her reflection in the mirror. Ahsoka took note of the fact how tired she looked. She slowly started examining her body. Her body was covered in fading bruises, her lower arms however were covered in fresher bruises from combat.
Her torso was also covered in small burns from were the kings men had introduced her to electro staffs or high voltage cattle prods when ever the stasis field had felt to impersonal.
Ahsoka cursed silently, those burns would take weeks to go away. She hoped that they wouldn't fester.
Ahsoka checked the laundry machine and was annoyed when she saw that the cleaning cycle would take another half hour.
That was unacceptable in her opinion. She was in a starship that could travel across the galaxy but the laundry machines still took ages. At least the cloths would be dry when the cycle was complete.
Ahsoka wrapped a towel around her self, grabbed her light-sabers from the counter and returned into the bedroom.
Ahsoka sat down on the round carpet in the middle of the room and let her light-saber hover in front of her. She concentrated for a moment and the light-saber disassembled itself in front of her eyes until the single components of the weapon orbited around its heart, the tiny glowing green crystal.
The young Togruta took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the her heartbeat and on the cool air as it followed through her nostrils every time she inhaled. She took note that her heartbeat slowed down but didn't spare it much attention. Slowly Ahsoka sank into a deep calm, her other senses taking over her normal ones.
Ahsoka tentatively tried to let her consciousness melt with the vast presence of the force instead of only observing it and for the first time she actually succeeded.
Suddenly she was standing on the boarding ramp of a larger ship staring down at the promenade that led to the Senate building. It was night but as usual the streets were packed. However for once the crowds weren't bustling around, minding their business. They had formed a wide circle, held back by clone troopers around two duelist that locked in a deadly dance.
One was garbed an in a Jedi battle armor and a cloak, wielding a light-saber with a glowing blue blade. The other was dressed in black robes, wielding a light-saber with a glowing red blade.
Ahsoka realized with a jolt that the Jedi was her master, Max. His opponent was a terribly scared old man that still looked strangely familiar.
She quickly realized that for once Max seemed to be on par with his enemy. Both fights were locked in combat, neither giving even a single inch of ground. They exchanged blows with nearly impossible speed, so fast that it was hard to follow their single blows.
This was a duel Max wasn't holding back in. He was unleashing every bit of his deadly skills on his enemy. However he was unable to gain an advantage over his enemy. Ahsoka wanted to jump to her masters aid, a strange sense of panic flooding through her.
When she started to move someone caught her arm. It was Master Aayla Secura. "You can't help him, we need to leave! " Just than her eyes widened.
Ahsoka looked back down at the two fighters just as the Sith stabbed his light-saber at Max who seemed to have lost his weapon. A silent scream already on her lips Ahsoka waited for the deadly blow. However it never came. Max seemed to have somehow caught the glowing red blade in his palms and was pushing back.
How he was doing it Ahsoka didn't know but it was working. Just then a blue blaster bolt struck her mentor in the back, fired by one of the clones and the Jedi collapsed to his knees.
Just as the Sith buried his light-saber blade in her mentors chest Ahsoka woke up with a scream. Ahsoka instinctively snatched her light-saber out of the air and the next thing she knew she was in a hunting crouch, the glowing green blade of her light-saber humming.
Ahsoka gathered her bearings and turned off her light-saber and straightened up drawing a shaking breath. She realize with a jolt that tears were running down her cheeks. She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and returned her light-saber to her belt and retrieved her other weapon.
A single question tortured her. Had she just predicted her masters death? Fear settled in the bottom of her chest. For one she didn't like the idea of a Sith lord that could hold his own against Max running around. That and she was afraid of loosing her friend.
Max would scold her for it but she didn't think she could bear to loose him too.
Yela
Yela had somehow managed to pull herself together now that Max and his impossible patience were gone and she couldn't let all her emotions out on him. That meant having to deal with her hormones herself. Of course she could let Alex do the suffering but she didn't want to drive him to commit suicide just yet.
Here they were, in the palaces medical wing. Alex sat down on the bed next to her and laid an arm around her just as the doctor turned on a holographic projector.
A transparent, see through image of her torso appeared in which you could see her ribs, organs, and also the Fetus deep inside her. She couldn't see any colors but the tiny thing inside her was clearly visible. "Piliminary scans suggest that the girl is healthy. She might look like a Togruta but according to her DNA she is a hybrid child. I don't know what the other race is but it isn't humane." The doctor looked at Alexander nervously.
The king only smiled. "Good thing I'm not human."
Lengendary & WinterWolf over and out.