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Tano and Kenobi

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“Stupid! Stupid! I am so stupid! I should known better than that!”

Ahsoka Tano, former Padawan learner of Anakin Skywalker and rebel alliance operative known as Fulcrum, found herself waking up face down on the floor of some room that looked absolutely nothing like the dark and decaying ancient temple sanctuary she had been exploring not five minutes ago.

Had it been five minutes ago?

Where was she? How long had she been unconscious?

What in the Force had compelled her to pick up that strangely carved loop of jointed metal that twisted and turned in on itself, over and over, like some kind of infinity symbol? She had felt possessed as if some unseen presence had taken command of her limbs. Ahsoka remembered stumbling forward as if she were struggling through a surging wave made out of the Force. She struggled to stay upright as it kept threatening to knock her over.

Maybe one of those waves had done just that. Ahsoka really couldn’t remember.

She remembered reaching for the silvery band, picking it up and turning it over and over in her hand. She ran her fingertips along the carved glyphs, not recognizing the language but understanding the feeling behind them.

This item was important.

It was dangerous.


I should put it back. Ahsoka thought, shaking her head. I don’t know what this is or what it could do.

Almost regretfully, she lowered her hand to return the sinuous band of metal and ominous energy to the cracked and crumbling stand she found it on.

Apparently it didn’t like that.

Fierfek!” Ahsoka cursed as the band seemed to leap to life, coiling and wrapping around left her hand, a writhing, twisting, and living thing. She tried to fling it off her hand and when that didn’t work she tried to dig her fingers under the cuff and peel it off.

That didn’t work either.

Ahsoka frowned at the undulating object, horrified at the way it seemed content to spiral endlessly around her wrist as if were living jewelry. She gave her hand another hard shake and when that didn’t work, she plucked the shoto saber from her belt. She carefully changed the length and intensity before laying her left hand down on a nearby flat surface. With the short saber in her right she slowly lowered the blade towards sliding infinite loop of metal and carvings.

“AAAH!” Ahsoka let out a trail of curses in every language she knew as the item constructed around her wrist. The pain was so sudden and intense she almost feared it had cut off her hand and she dropped her saber.

The minute the white blade went out the blistering pain stopped and the cuff went back to what it considered normal, lazily spiraling around her wrist like a silver serpent.

Ahsoka bent down to pick up her saber, returning it to her belt and collapsing into a pile against the far wall. She hung her head, gazing at the floor and wishing that she had someone to help her, someone who knew more about the Force and its mysteries than her half trained experience.

She supposed she could try to meditate and contact Master Yoda through the Force but she doubted he would be of much help. He was difficult enough to understand when you were asking him simple questions. She would spend more time trying to untangle his distinctive grammar than pondering the mystery of the object.

And Anakin, her master, would have been no good. He didn’t have time for the great mysteries of the Force and after that strange episode of lost time and the vague memories of pain and death, he had been even less inclined to ponder the metaphysical.

Not that it mattered.

Anakin Skywalker was gone, beyond her reach and if she thought about it too much she was afraid it might break her. Again.

So many Jedi were lost, destroyed during Order 66 or the nightmare of the purges that came afterward. Master Plo. Master Shaak Ti.

Master Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka felt tears burn in the corner of her eyes at the memory of her master’s master, of his kind smile and his patient way with her and Anakin. If she were being completely honest she had been impossibly lucky to be assigned to Anakin Skywalker and by extension Obi-Wan Kenobi. She had learned so much from them both, how to lead, how to listen and when to not to listen. She learned when sweet words were more effective than a saber and when it was easier to apologize than ask for permission.

For a few brief years she had a family.

Obi-Wan would have known what to do. He would have remembered some story he had heard from a charming, disreputable friend or recited some old poem Master Jinn had taught him and it would have sparked a germ of an idea. They might have needed a side trip to the Archives but his hunch would have been borne out and between the three of them, they would have found some way to get this confounded piece of chagas off of her wrist.

But Obi-Wan was gone too.

Ahsoka bowed her head, resting it on her arm braced across her knees. Sorrow washed through her, threatening to drown her. Hot tears slipped past her control and it all seemed so horribly unfair, so terribly, nightmarishly wrong.

How could there be a galaxy without her masters? They were always supposed to be there. Even if she wasn’t a Jedi, even if she would never be a Jedi again, Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi were supposed to be out there, side by side, saving the galaxy one witty quip and affectionate squabble at a time.

She missed them so much.

I miss you. I miss you both so much. I’m so tired and so alone and I just… I just want to give up. I know I can’t. I know you would tell me to keep going but… with Master Obi-Wan dead and Anakin…

No. Ahsoka wouldn’t think about Anakin.

If only Master Obi-Wan was alive, somewhere. If only he was still out there, with a warm cup of tea and smile.

I just wish I could see you again.

And that’s when the pain hit her and she passed out in an overwhelming wave of agony and blinding light.


Ahsoka pushed herself upright and looked around, her hands hovering over her sabers as she tried to figure out just where she was. The floor was smooth and paved, made of a pale granite or perhaps marble. The walls looked to be carved stone, also smooth but with egg shaped sconces set about four meters apart. There was a window at the far end of the room and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Ahsoka discovered that the room was full of storage crates, some covered with blankets and some left bare. She was in a large central area, the ground where she had been lying was clean, no evidence of any blast or attack.

It looked like an ordinary storage room from a typical old building in Coruscant.

Actually it reminded her of the countless storage rooms that had made up the warren of the lower floors in the Jedi Temple. And now that her confusion was clearing up she could feel a strange lightness to her step that hadn’t been present in that old crumbling temple.

Where am I? What happened? Why does the Force feel so different? It’s almost like it’s lighter here.

Wherever here is.

Ahsoka looked around for a door panel, spying one over to her right. She walked to the door, careful to move gingerly just in case there were sensors or some kind of alarm system. She was going to have a devil of a time explaining how she had ended up in someone’s storage room.

I don’t even know how I got here. All I remember is pain and that light. I don’t even know what triggered this… event? Blast? Trap?

Ahsoka pulled her saber from her belt and reached out for the door panel with her left when she remembered the mysterious, undulating ring of jointed metal. It had been wrapped tightly around her wrist, sliding soundlessly around and around before the explosion.

And now it was gone, her wrist bare.

“Oh kriff me,” Ahsoka murmured as she pushed the button and stepped out into the unknown.

The unknown appeared to be a hallway, well lit and clean. It echoed with the soft whisper of a ventilation system. The same oval sconces from the storage room lit up the towering passageway, a neat match to the large circular overhead lights that ran down the middle of the ceiling over four meters overhead. Ahsoka could hear the distant echo of people talking and heels clicking across a hard floor.

“There’s something familiar about this place,” Ahsoka murmured as she looked back and forth down the hallway, trying to deduce where exactly she had ended up. Returning her saber to her belt, Ahsoka turned towards the far right hand exit that led towards the sounds of a crowd.

Something felt familiar, like something that had been lost for a long time was finally returned to her.

And then that something familiar barrelled right into her, in the shape of a small being, sending them both crashing to the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, Master! I wasn’t looking where I was going! I’m terribly sorry!”

A torrent of apologies filled the air, crisp, youthful, and frantic.There was more than mere sorrow behind those words, there was almost a blind panic, as if the person who had crashed into Ahsoka feared that she was going to strike out at them.

She waited for her tackler to remove themselves from their combined jumble of arms and legs before she sat up and turned around. “It’s all right. It was an accident. There’s no need to get so upset.”

True to her senses, the young human male in front of her looked absolutely horrified, his blue eyes downcast and his wheat colored hair cropped close to his head. His hands were folded over his stomach as he bowed profusely to Ahsoka. “I’m so sorry, Master. I didn’t see you there. Master Yoda is always reprimanding me for not keeping my focus on where I am going.”

Did he just say… Master Yoda? Is he wearing Jedi robes?

And why did this boy seem so familiar? She almost wanted to reach out and pull him into a hug, he looked that distraught. The Force hummed around him like an old friend and it took every ounce of her willpower to keep her hands to herself.

“It’s alright, young one,” Ahsoka smiled, standing up and brushing herself off. “I wasn’t paying attention either. And I’m not a master.”

He frowned, confused. “Oh. My apologies Knight…?”

“It's Ahsoka Tano. But you can just call me Ahsoka,” she smiled, resting a hand on her hip. “What’s your name?”

The young boy looked up at Ahsoka, a weak attempt at a smile on his face. “Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi.”