When they were younger, Anakin once challenged her to duel him without doing any acrobatic tricks.
At the time, Ahsoka had disliked the challenge. Being shorter and having less upper body strength meant that she usually had to compensate by flipping backwards or running and jumping onto her opponent. Now that she was forced to stay on the ground, she found herself almost getting cut every time that he pushed his lightsaber against hers.
"You can't always flip backwards every time that you think someone is going to hit you," Anakin chided her. "What if you run out of stamina? What if they're only feinting and trying to get you to expose your back to them?"
Ahsoka had groaned. "But this is my preferred fighting style," she had complained. "You just wanted to win a duel against me, didn't you?" she accused.
Anakin just smirked. "I don't have to make you fight differently to win a duel against you," he grinned. To prove it, he switched his lightsaber to his left hand.
Eventually, she learned to avoid getting hit by turning to the side or quickly spinning her blade around (although this proved a slightly more dangerous maneuver, given that she had less control over her opponent's saber).
Now that she was surrounded by two highly-trained Inquisitors and restricted by her ankle injury, she was significantly more thankful for this advice.
"She's wearing a multispectrum holomask," the Brother remarked. "What are you trying to hide from us, huh? Scared to show us your true face?"
"Give up now, little Jedi," the Sister snarled evilly as she swung her double blades in one clean swipe, narrowly missing Ahsoka's throat as she ducked. "You wouldn't want to die a long and painful death, would you?"
"Interesting. Your mother said something similar to me last night," Ahsoka replied cheekily, using one of Anakin's favorite lines to rile up an opponent. The Inquisitor roared with fury and attempted to slice off her legs. Ahsoka simply jumped out of the way and landed a few paces back, wincing slightly at the strain on her ankles.
The Brother was less interested in taunting her. Instead, he snuck up behind her and attempted to stab his blade through her. Clearly, his strategy was to force her forwards until she was stuck right between the two, after which it would be much easier to hit her. Keeping an eye on each of them, Ahsoka waited until the last second and jumped aside, letting the Brother's lightsaber nearly hit his Sister in the face. The female Inquisitor shrieked loudly, aggravated.
"Watch where you're swinging that!" she growled angrily, switching methods and starting to hack earnestly at Ahsoka. Ahsoka continued to dodge and parry each blow. When both Inquisitors swung their blades at her, she countered each one of their blades with one of hers, panting as she held each lightsaber in place. Then, she performed a backflip, breaking the standstill and getting safely out of the way.
Ouch, she winced, once again feeling a faint pain in her ankles as she landed on her feet.
"She's weak in the knees," the Brother observed. "Go for her legs."
"With pleasure," the Sister snarled.
Now both of them were aiming swings towards her ankles. Panting, Ahsoka used both sabers to knock their blades away, but both switched their sabers to spinning mode. Ahsoka groaned quietly, knowing that she did not have enough upper body strength to parry a spinning blade.
Master Anakin, please, tell me what you would do to get out of this, she pleaded quietly.
Just then, as she stared into the mechanical ring at the center of the spinning double-blade, she realized something. It reminded her of a certain type of droid that she found during the Clone Wars. Although intimidating at first, once you knocked out the spinning weapon from the center, they were quite harmless.
Going off of her instincts, she immediately swung her sabers at each of the rings' centers. The red sabers instantly became detached and spun out of control, almost hitting their owners in the face.
"You little shit!" The Sister screamed, dodging the flying red saber that flew towards her head.
Ahsoka smirked.
"You can't beat me with cheap gimmick," she replied smugly. "Even General Grievous gave up on those a long time ago."
The Sister's eyes widened, then narrowed with hatred.
"She is a Jedi!" she snarled. "You were in the Clone Wars, weren't you!"
"So what if I was?" Ahsoka asked casually, using the Force to snatch the ruined remains of her saber and crush it to pieces. Before the Sister could react, she ran towards her and jumped into the air, making contact with her chest and landing so the Sister was now pinned to the ground beneath her. "I thought you had a Jedi Master to worry about already?"
"Lord Vader will not stand for this!" the Sister howled angrily, "When he finds out, you will be executed!"
The Brother attempted to sneak up behind her and cut her head off with his now single-bladed saber. Ahsoka simply jumped up, used the Force to propel herself upwards, and landed on the back of his neck. Startled, the Brother began to fall forwards and the Sister was forced to scramble out of the way, screeching fearfully. Ahsoka hopped off of his back right before his face made contact with the ground. As the two Inquisitors tried to get up, both of them realized that their arms were now tied with monofilament cable.
Ahsoka stood up and placed her foot against the Sister's back. "Go tell your friend to come get me," she whispered into her ear. "The one with a thing for Jedi Masters."
The Sister snarled back at her, trying to turn around and kick her, but Ahsoka simply moved out of the way. The Inquisitors thrashed around, trying to sit up, but by the time they had managed to do so, their target was gone. They immediately started to shout and run in circles, looking for her on the ground, but were unsuccessful.
Several feet away, hanging in the air, Ahsoka paused and sat comfortably on the drone which she had Force-jumped onto as it flew about. Watching the two Inquisitors try and fail to find her was amusing, although it did mean that they were taking time away instead of furthering her agenda. Sighing, she rubbed her aching ankles and waited patiently for them to run out of stamina and call for help.
"The trap has been set, Master," she mumbled quietly. "Now to see if they will fall for the bait..."
The two Inquisitors eventually gave up on searching on her and inevitably decided to tattle. Pulling his commlink out of his pocket, the Brother started punching at it sourly and paging someone.
"Reva!" he yelled. "Get your ass over here!"
A few seconds passed before someone responded. "Hello, Fifth Brother," the person on the other end responded. Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, surprised by how smooth and calm the voice was, even when filtered through the static distortion of the commlink speaker. "I'm sorry, but I am quite busy right now. You'll have to wait until I am finished-"
"I don't care what you are doing! Report here immediately!" Fifth Brother screamed furiously. "We just ran into a pest of the highest order, a Jedi Master-"
"There is only one Jedi Master, and he is currently within my possession," the voice replied in a somewhat mocking tone.
"No, no, no!" Fifth Brother yelled. "A different Jedi Master, a female one this time! We ran into her right here, at the main exit!"
Another pause. Finally, the person on the other end decided to respond. This time, their tone betrayed an underlying greedy excitement.
"A female one, you say?" the voice asked. "Hm. Well, that is something I just have to see for myself. Although, I must warn you, Brother...if this is an attempt to distract me from my duties, I will not be wasting any more time upon you."
"It's true! I saw it myself!" the Sister shouted, grabbing Fifth Brother's wrist so she could yell directly into the commlink. "Now get over here! Whoever it is, they are armed and dangerous!"
The voice laughed. "Well, I believe you now. I can't imagine anyone else leaving the both of you so flustered," she added snarkily, making both Inquisitors grit their teeth with irritation.
"Are you coming or not?" The Sister demanded, annoyed.
"Oh, of course," the voice replied. "I'll be right by your side."
Ahsoka let out a sigh of relief and shut off her connection with the Force, not wanting to be traced.
When Reva finally arrived, she was quite amused by what she saw. Fifth Brother and Seventh Sister, both flailing helplessly while their wrists were tied together using monofilament cable. "Interesting," she remarked, watching them as they ran towards her. "It seems like whoever you messed with knew what they were doing."
"It was a Jedi Master!" Seventh Sister cried out angrily. "She tricked us! She looked like a purple Twilek, but she was wearing a holographic disguise."
"Oh?" Reva asked, watching her intently. Fifth Brother eyed her saber, obviously waiting for her to cut the wires loose and free them, but she pretended not to notice. "And where do you think she went?"
"We don't know! We tried chasing after her, but she disappeared," Fifth Brother grunted. "Now untie us!"
Reva laughed, grabbing her lightsaber and switching it off. "I think not," she replied.
Seventh Sister's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you don't think so?" she demanded.
Reva smiled innocently. "How do I know you're my real Brother and Sister? The elite Inquisitors that I know would never let themselves be humiliated by a mere Jedi," she smirked, watching their reactions.
"Oh, you cur!" Seventh Sister hissed furiously.
Reva laughed loudly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a real Jedi Master to check back on. But let's definitely catch up later," she smiled sweetly. With that, she turned her heels and began to walk away. Seventh Sister and Fifth Brother cursed angrily, deciding to threaten a droid into untying them instead.
As she walked back to the spice lab where Obi-Wan Kenobi was imprisoned, Reva could not help but smile.
Two Jedi Masters? What are the odds of that happening?
Her fingers itched with excitement.
She already knew that Lord Vader had been wanting to see his old mentor figure behind bars for a long time.
I wonder what his reaction would be if I managed to bring not one, but two back home to him...