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(open log)
CHARACTERS: Ahsoka Tano and YOU
WHERE: Avera 9
WHEN: Days 161-163
SUMMARY: Several fun filled prompts inside.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
(Day 161) First Rule about Fight Club
[Unsurprisingly, where there is trouble brewing, there is Ahsoka lurking nearby. Like others, she too had been given the invitation to find locals to beat up, but that isn't why she's there. In fact, she is there for exactly the opposite. Regardless of the mandates given by the rest of the planet, Ahsoka isn't about to stand idly by when she knows there are people who are potentially walking into an unfair fight.
For a good hour, she's managed to dodge nudging to get into the ring, whether it be by dodging for people who are clearly searching the crowd for her or be it through the suggestion of a mind trick.
She is trying not to rely on that last one. Reaching out to the Force to gather enough strength to get someone to turn away from her makes her head swim, and she's already done it twice. She can't imagine the third will be successful in any way, shape, or form. Unfortunately, even with her hood up, her silhouette stands out -- as do her other alien features whenever they happen to poke outward.
Once she finds a quiet place, she reaches out and relaxes her breathing in order to reach out to see if any other hosts had funny ideas about starting fights.]
(Day 161 - 162) Minte Mixer
[Spending time in Minte is almost nostalgic, in that invokes many memories of every stealth mission she's ever run -- and a few that were less stealth. Being treated like a dangerous animal rather than a friend is hardly a comfortable sentiment and certainly not a welcome one, but it was one she had grown more familiar with over time. Aside from the fact that she was a jedi, she was also an alien -- a carnivorous alien, at that. People giving togruta a wide berth wasn't exactly a new concept.
The presence of slavers and the plentiful amount of shady business going on around her reminds her of many of the Outer Rim ports, and there are a few occasions where she expects to round a corner and bump into a Hutt. More importantly, she is hunting for more supplies from the few people who will still speak to her. The number is not high, and her turn out is low. She has enough to feed herself (or someone else) for the night, so she takes a break from the exhausting (and highly irritating) haggling system to dip into the nearest alleyway in hopes of finding her way back out to somewhere less hostile.
Her connection to the Force is weak, but it'd be impossible not to notice she's being followed by a few of the locals. Avoiding confrontation has been her chief goal, on top of finding something to feed herself with, and she feels them getting closer to her with each passing second. Instinctively, she tries to clumsily reach out to any other hosts in the area.]
( If there's anyone still hanging around here, you might want to reconsider. )
(Day 163) Homeward
[Days have passed for what feels like months to Ahsoka. Exploration and seeing new things were two of the greatest rewards of being a jedi, next to helping the weak stand up on their own two feet -- but such rewards hadn't done anything to put the ramping anxiety out of her mind. Anakin was still, to her knowledge, unconscious. There had hardly been time to see him before they had exited to Avera 9, and the distance had begun to make her itch and squirm. She just needed to see him -- make sure he was still there and alive, even if she could still feel his unresponsive presence on the far reaches of their strange link.
The anxiety only increased upon landing on the Station. She feels something she can't describe that takes the wind from her lungs out of surprise, like someone had snatched something out of her hand -- but the sensation that accompanies it is much more distressing. Something is wrong, something is missing that should be there, something isn't right.
To that end, she breaks into a sprint for the nesting deck, completely heedless of anyone who might block her way. Her acrobatics come in handy for taking tight turns and dodging people who don't see her before she sees them.
Please. Please let me be wrong.]
(Late Day 163) Bedside manner
[The chamber that felt forcibly warm could not soothe the ache in her chest. By now, Ahsoka has discovered that Anakin is still present and alive among them, and while its a definite comfort point for most of her anxiety, it doesn't lift the weight of knowledge off her shoulders. She has also identified that she is unable to reach Anduin, and though she had not known him for long, the absence in addition to Anakin's lack of true presence among them just adds to the heavy cloak of loneliness she feels.
Most of the evening is spent pacing. Idle activities include sitting, standing, stretching, and leaning against Anakin's nesting pod. So many questions she can't ask, so much confusion and uncertainty about what has transpired, all wrapped up neatly with a small dose of frustration and betrayal. Anakin has a grandson -- more importantly, he has children. Children that must have a mother that she knows. Children he hasn't told her about, for reasons she can't fathom. She had thought they had moved far beyond not trusting one another, and--there were so many reasons that he should have trusted her with this information specifically.
But her frustration can't eclipse the fact that Anakin is in a coma, the fact that Anduin appears to have entered a similar state only to suddenly become unreachable, the idea that the same could happen to her former master.
She had only just gotten him back, she had only just gotten used to the idea that she could keep going without the rest of the Jedi Order as long as Anakin was still in her life. She can't let that go yet.
And for that reason, too ill to consider slowly watching the last of her support network crumble, she doesn't sleep that night. The sound of someone else entering the nesting chamber doesn't encourage her to stand from her chosen perch beside the occupied nesting pod, nor does she bother to look up from the spot she's chosen to stare vacantly at.
Her concern can no doubt be felt for miles, no matter how hard she tries to focus it inward. She's certain it has been too long -- what if he never woke up?]
(WILDCARD)
[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING. Shuttle shenanigans on Day 163 are also totally acceptable.]
[ooc: For the first two prompts, its totally ok to get scrappy! Ahsoka will refuse to bodily injure any civilians, but she's not above defending herself.]
WHERE: Avera 9
WHEN: Days 161-163
SUMMARY: Several fun filled prompts inside.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
(Day 161) First Rule about Fight Club
[Unsurprisingly, where there is trouble brewing, there is Ahsoka lurking nearby. Like others, she too had been given the invitation to find locals to beat up, but that isn't why she's there. In fact, she is there for exactly the opposite. Regardless of the mandates given by the rest of the planet, Ahsoka isn't about to stand idly by when she knows there are people who are potentially walking into an unfair fight.
For a good hour, she's managed to dodge nudging to get into the ring, whether it be by dodging for people who are clearly searching the crowd for her or be it through the suggestion of a mind trick.
She is trying not to rely on that last one. Reaching out to the Force to gather enough strength to get someone to turn away from her makes her head swim, and she's already done it twice. She can't imagine the third will be successful in any way, shape, or form. Unfortunately, even with her hood up, her silhouette stands out -- as do her other alien features whenever they happen to poke outward.
Once she finds a quiet place, she reaches out and relaxes her breathing in order to reach out to see if any other hosts had funny ideas about starting fights.]
(Day 161 - 162) Minte Mixer
[Spending time in Minte is almost nostalgic, in that invokes many memories of every stealth mission she's ever run -- and a few that were less stealth. Being treated like a dangerous animal rather than a friend is hardly a comfortable sentiment and certainly not a welcome one, but it was one she had grown more familiar with over time. Aside from the fact that she was a jedi, she was also an alien -- a carnivorous alien, at that. People giving togruta a wide berth wasn't exactly a new concept.
The presence of slavers and the plentiful amount of shady business going on around her reminds her of many of the Outer Rim ports, and there are a few occasions where she expects to round a corner and bump into a Hutt. More importantly, she is hunting for more supplies from the few people who will still speak to her. The number is not high, and her turn out is low. She has enough to feed herself (or someone else) for the night, so she takes a break from the exhausting (and highly irritating) haggling system to dip into the nearest alleyway in hopes of finding her way back out to somewhere less hostile.
Her connection to the Force is weak, but it'd be impossible not to notice she's being followed by a few of the locals. Avoiding confrontation has been her chief goal, on top of finding something to feed herself with, and she feels them getting closer to her with each passing second. Instinctively, she tries to clumsily reach out to any other hosts in the area.]
( If there's anyone still hanging around here, you might want to reconsider. )
(Day 163) Homeward
[Days have passed for what feels like months to Ahsoka. Exploration and seeing new things were two of the greatest rewards of being a jedi, next to helping the weak stand up on their own two feet -- but such rewards hadn't done anything to put the ramping anxiety out of her mind. Anakin was still, to her knowledge, unconscious. There had hardly been time to see him before they had exited to Avera 9, and the distance had begun to make her itch and squirm. She just needed to see him -- make sure he was still there and alive, even if she could still feel his unresponsive presence on the far reaches of their strange link.
The anxiety only increased upon landing on the Station. She feels something she can't describe that takes the wind from her lungs out of surprise, like someone had snatched something out of her hand -- but the sensation that accompanies it is much more distressing. Something is wrong, something is missing that should be there, something isn't right.
To that end, she breaks into a sprint for the nesting deck, completely heedless of anyone who might block her way. Her acrobatics come in handy for taking tight turns and dodging people who don't see her before she sees them.
Please. Please let me be wrong.]
(Late Day 163) Bedside manner
[The chamber that felt forcibly warm could not soothe the ache in her chest. By now, Ahsoka has discovered that Anakin is still present and alive among them, and while its a definite comfort point for most of her anxiety, it doesn't lift the weight of knowledge off her shoulders. She has also identified that she is unable to reach Anduin, and though she had not known him for long, the absence in addition to Anakin's lack of true presence among them just adds to the heavy cloak of loneliness she feels.
Most of the evening is spent pacing. Idle activities include sitting, standing, stretching, and leaning against Anakin's nesting pod. So many questions she can't ask, so much confusion and uncertainty about what has transpired, all wrapped up neatly with a small dose of frustration and betrayal. Anakin has a grandson -- more importantly, he has children. Children that must have a mother that she knows. Children he hasn't told her about, for reasons she can't fathom. She had thought they had moved far beyond not trusting one another, and--there were so many reasons that he should have trusted her with this information specifically.
But her frustration can't eclipse the fact that Anakin is in a coma, the fact that Anduin appears to have entered a similar state only to suddenly become unreachable, the idea that the same could happen to her former master.
She had only just gotten him back, she had only just gotten used to the idea that she could keep going without the rest of the Jedi Order as long as Anakin was still in her life. She can't let that go yet.
And for that reason, too ill to consider slowly watching the last of her support network crumble, she doesn't sleep that night. The sound of someone else entering the nesting chamber doesn't encourage her to stand from her chosen perch beside the occupied nesting pod, nor does she bother to look up from the spot she's chosen to stare vacantly at.
Her concern can no doubt be felt for miles, no matter how hard she tries to focus it inward. She's certain it has been too long -- what if he never woke up?]
(WILDCARD)
[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING. Shuttle shenanigans on Day 163 are also totally acceptable.]
[ooc: For the first two prompts, its totally ok to get scrappy! Ahsoka will refuse to bodily injure any civilians, but she's not above defending herself.]
no subject
[There's a certain level of chastising in her voice. Lexa is no Jedi, but she still denies her anxieties and emotions with the best of them. She continues her movement toward Ahsoka, until she comes up behind her.
When she does, she speaks out loud:]
What is it that you fear? Are you so connected to our brood already that you're afraid one of us may be lost? [Lexa can feel that loss as much as Ahsoka can, both in their brood and apart from them, but she isn't bonded to any of their broodmates yet. Not in the way that might be required of that sentiment.
It's an odd feeling, one that she hasn't made up her mind about just yet.]
no subject
[She rounds on the other woman, and only just manages to catch herself in her anger and frustration. It had been getting worse as the days went on, but she dares not acknowledge it other than to calmly breathe beyond it. Its harder to do when she is already so anxious.]
I am not going to stand here and be patronized for empathy.
[She was done with that life. The Council had spent years grilling it into her, that emotion was the enemy, that calmer minds always prevailed. But she is done with that life -- they've made certain to divorce her from it.
And without their leash, their teachings have no place in present context. Her heart doesn't stop pounding.]
So go ahead and give me whatever wisdom you want to give me, so I can be on my way. Please.
[If there is still something she can do, there won't be much time to do it. And even if there's nothing to be done, she has to know.]
no subject
Lexa looks at Ahsoka but does her best not to match her emotions. Given that they're broodmates, it's difficult. She feels the agitation almost immediately. The feedback is agitating, and it emphasizes it—briefly.
She swallows after a moment.]
I wasn't asking to patronize you. I wanted to know what you feared. You must know something that I don't. [There's a beat, where she motions ahead.] We can move while you explain.
no subject
I don't know anything--that's what worries me.
[She nods to Lexa in silent permission before turning to head toward the nesting decks, slower so she can keep up.]
Anakin--he's been missing since we landed.
no subject
Your master. [That's recognition and understanding, even if the word "master" is strange on her tongue. She would have never called Anya that.]
So, it's not someone in our brood you fear for. Have you asked after him in his own?
no subject
[Which was really a nice way of saying that she didn't trust anyone else to comment on his state properly. And Lexa's summation wasn't entirely correct. There was still that...hole that she couldn't describe or pinpoint. It was just there, like a piece of skin had suddenly been carved from her and made some piece of her feel numb.
But without knowing its origin, she can't draw the line to someone in her brood. Or anyone else for that matter.]
no subject
[Their movement hasn't stopped, but she does slow a little bit to be certain that Ahsoka will allow this. It's apparent to her now that their ability to communicate is almost nonfunctional, and Lexa has already decided to at least ... care that members of her brood exist, even if she is hesitant to grow fond of them. Losing one of them will likely lead to pain and weakness, for she already feels that hole in existence.
She'd rather not be distracted by such a thing.]
no subject
It made sense. That was where they had all woken up after all.]
Just a hunch.
[She nods a silent 'thank you' to Lexa before turning and continuing toward the Deck.]
no subject
Still, she grasps that there's something to what Ahsoka is saying that she doesn't grasp. Like before, she takes it upon herself to pry.]
My people don't tend to act on hunches. There's very little certainty involved.
no subject
[Always trust your gut. Anakin had not been the only one to impart such wisdom to her. Her gut wasn't always right, but she rarely ever had regrets for trusting it. It offers full responsibility, and less room for error. Maybe it was overly cautious but--
Its too soon to tell.]
Call it half a hunch, and half--something else.
[She hadn't quite figured out how to explain the Force (or one's trust in it) to someone who hadn't experienced it first hand.]
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The something else is what I was hoping you'd explain, [she says.] My people send scouts to seek out information. That's what we value more than hunches, but it seemed as if you were speaking of something else. [Lexa's tone is a little pointed.
Of course, there's also the sense that when she says "my people," she means "I do it." Because she's the one in charge of such things.]