#padawan leia

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A thought: Ahsoka has seen enough shit at the time Luke and Leia are like small teens. So when she and her brothers get a holo call at 3 am it kinda goes like this?

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Leia, distressed and wide awake: ‘Soka? I had a bad vision!

Ahsoka, still half asleep: Was it a vision, or did you ate Obi Wans cookies again behind his back?

[inamindfarfaraway]

Star Wars AU Part 3/?

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All things considered, Leia has fared fairly well in captivity. She’s definitely done the best she could. She knows that, she always takes full credit for her successes, you don’t get far in the Rebellion by underselling your capability except to your enemies.

Then why does she feel so useless? And so guilty?

Ahsoka had always stressed with an urgency borne of personal experience that her connection to the Force is alternately a great threat or exploitable commodity to the Empire. They would relentlessly pursue her if they learned of it. Especially Darth Vader. So despite probably having the upper hand over the droids and stormtroopers and craven, vile, entitled scum who haven’t actually fought a day in their worthless lives - cough, Tarkin, cough - she’s had to pretend removing her blaster and cuffing her wrists was enough to render her helpless. R2 was entrusted with her lightsaber alongside the plans, though her master’s oft-repeated words that the weapon is her life planted a seed of doubt about decision. She’s showing the officers what they want to see. Vader is harder to trick. Fortunately Leia excels at masking and shielding, in the Force or otherwise. Layers of her strongest, most complex mental shields surround her Force signature.

Her mask has only slipped once. A second after the Death Star fired on... on Alderaan. Nothing could contain that much raw grief, rage, agony and anguish as it crashed down on her and rose up from within her at the same time.

(She could hear them. It took her by surprise, the sheer multitude of voices. The shrieks and cries all but deafened her and the all-encompassing silence was even worse. Suddenly her home, its rich history, diverse cultures, breathtaking landscapes, population of billions, was reduced to a scattered diaspora and their forever incomplete memories. It was incomprehensible. It still is. Leia wept and trembled all the way back to her cell. And Leia rarely did either.)

So yes, on a detached, clinical level she knows her performance is admirable. But she can’t muster a shred of pride. The wound in her soul won’t stop bleeding, it’s bottomless. Keeping the shields up is draining and the torture has her mind tense and rattled. Her eyes sting, out of tears. She exhales deeply and tries to meditate.

There is passion, yet peace.

(Her father, Bail. His jovial voice, firm touch. The way he listened to whatever she had to say, effortfully but not making her words seem a burden. His duty and responsibility toward his people. The closest thing to an ideal leader.)

There is serenity, yet emotion.

(Her mother, Breha. Her laugh. The soft, comforting whirr and glow of the cybernetics in her chest. Her hands dancing tenderly across Leia’s scalp to style her hair when she was little and Leia memorizing the steps in the mirror. Her banter with Bail at the dinner table.)

There is chaos, yet order.

(Just the idea that she can’t ever return home. Alderaan was the one fixed point in her life, the solid ballast in her heart, her foremost responsibility that she’s now failed. She orbited it.)

True to her nature, she loses focus quickly. Meditation has never been her strong point. The bubbling blend of emotions is distracting enough, without.... warmth tingles down her training bond. The sensation slowly grows, increasing in heat and intensity, hope and anticipation. Ahsoka? You’re on the Death Star? Leia almost slips off the hard metal bench when her query is answered and the togruta’s presence blooms to luminous visibility in her extended Force senses.

Before she can ask her master exactly where she is, the door slides open. The stormtrooper who enters is the least muscular and intimidating she’s ever seen. He moves awkwardly as if he put on the armour minutes ago. She stares at him, fear for the first time today being secondary to another emotion: confusion.

She opens her mouth to ask what he wants, to torture her further, and the words that come out instead are, “Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?”

Where did that come from?

“What? Oh, the uniform.” He removes his helmet to reveal striking blue eyes and sun-bleached blonde hair. His features are young. He might be her age. “I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you.”

“You’re who?” she asks, sitting up straighter. Recognition ripples through her mind. Luke Skywalker, as in Anakin Skywalker. It could be a common name, it could be a coincidence, but perhaps it’s not. Ahsoka did always say the Force had a way of bringing people together... but she’d never said anything about any other living relatives, let alone - she can’t begin to imagine what this boy might be to her.

“I’m here to rescue you. I’ve got your R2 unit. I’m here with Ben Kenobi.” R2 came through! She loves that droid. She draws energy from the Force and jumps to her feet, the name issue temporarily put aside.

“Ben Kenobi is here? Where is he?”

“Come on!” Luke says, and the two familiar strangers leave the holding cell.

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[inamindfarfaraway]

Star Wars AU Part 2/?

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Obi-Wan Kenobi. She hasn’t seen that face in a long time. Her blood catches in her veins seeing it again.

He looks like he’s aged closer to thirty years than of nineteen, but just meeting her misty eyes lifts a mountain from his shoulders. Love pulses along their reawakened bond.

When Leia excitedly told her of the rumours that a “Ben Kenobi” was alive in hiding, Ahsoka was hesitant to believe them. It seemed too good to be true. Certainly too good for Leia to address her recorded plea for help, possibly the last message she’d ever get to send, to. But now they drink every drop of the other in, allowing themselves rare relief from guilt and despair in the unexpected reunion. They both survived against all odds. And here they are together again. It feels so right, to finally talk to someone who knew, who understood all that had happened. Crazy. Implausible, improbable. Perfect. Just like the good old days.

As Obi-Wan hands Luke Anakin’s lightsaber, he and Ahsoka silently converse. She has a lot of questions. Where did he get it? His eyes darken with a bad memory and a sense of violence, loss and ending shudders along their Force bond. The end of Order 66. He fought Anakin, must’ve pried the hilt out of a defeated Darth Vader’s hand.

Shing. Luke’s face lights up in awe at the vibrant blade. It hums steadily like a contented tooka. They aren’t gonna tell him it massacred dozens of Jedi, are they?

Obi-Wan omits the truth of Vader’s identity from Luke. Ahsoka can hardly blame her for that, and likewise they neglect to tell him the holographic princess he’s fascinated with is his sister. They’ll explain the latter when the twins are together, for convenience. Neither old friend decides when they will clarify the former.

Luke’s heart gets its first crack when he loses his family, and hers aches to think that mere moments ago she was ecstatic to discover the last remnant of her family. The joy hardens and turns bitter in her chest staring at the charred corpses of Owen and Beru Lars. Obi-Wan’s Force presence emits tendrils of sympathy that gently envelop Luke’s. She copies him.

Sharp pain lances through her and Leia’s training bond. Screams echo in her skull. Ahsoka flinches involuntarily and wishes she were on the Death Star, to make the Empire rue the day they hurt her niece. And her nephew, she realizes, snapping back to Tatooine. She makes a silent promise that instant: she will never, ever willingly walk away from Luke and Leia like she did their father given any other option. Or passively watch them walk away from her. Never again. And maybe, just maybe, the pieces of their families that are left will be stitched together into a new one by the time the war is over.

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I made some sort of continuation of my old padawanLeia-AU. Hope you guys remember it :D

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