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Tano and Kenobi: Boarding Party

Previously on Tano and Kenobi

After a terrorist bombing on Raxus, Ahsoka Tano and Obi-Wan Kenobi are sent on their way to Mirial to pick up a fellow Jedi before returning to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Everything seems to be returning to normal when their Republic cruiser receives a distress signal. Ordering their ship to drop out of hyperspace Ahsoka sees a familiar planet out of the cockpit window.

The planet Florrum. And a fleet of ships that may or may not be pirates.

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“Pirates?!”

Ahsoka frowned, her mouth pulled into a thin line as she stared at the small fleet of light freighters and Corona ships that floated in the void of space between her cruiser and the planet Florrum.

She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the reality in front of her. The last time Ahsoka had been in this part of the galaxy she had been captured by Hondo Ohnaka’s motley crew of pirates, nearly sold into slavery, escaped, and been captured again only to end up facing off against General Grievous before escaping in a bounty hunter’s ship. To say Ahsoka had less than pleasant memories of this place would be an understatement.

Of course that was at least twenty years into the future that she had vowed to change.

“Master? Is that…?” Obi-Wan couldn’t manage to hide the nervous tremor in his voice as he glanced from the ships to Ahsoka and back. “Are they… pirates?”

“It certainly looks that way,” Ahsoka reluctantly said before turning to Captain Avett. “Open the comms. Maybe we can reason with them.”

“With pirates, Master Jedi?” he replied as the co-pilot got to work sending out the message on all known frequencies. “You can’t be serious! The Republic doesn’t bargain with pirates.”

“I don’t know about you, Captain,” Ahsoka shot back, her brows arched, “but I didn’t plan on getting blown out of the sky today. If there’s something we can trade for our freedom, then we give it to them.”

“What if they’re slavers?” came the captain’s bitter response and Obi-Wan’s eyes grew even more round and scared.

“Then you better hope our backup gets here before they ship us off to Hutt Space,” Ahsoka shot back, moving swiftly down the hallway to the comm panel. Obi-Wan hurried after her, his fear and worry radiating outward and she had to take a moment to center herself and prevent her padawan’s understandable fear from coloring her judgement.

“Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka sat down at the comm panel and watched him as he did the same, his hands curled into fists at his side. “I know you’re scared but I need you to focus now. Just like you did on Raxus. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan swallowed a lump in his throat that was trying to cut off all the air to his lungs. He took a deep breath and nodded to his master, closing his eyes and retreating within himself to find his center.

Almost immediately the panic and fright started to clear out of the Force.

Ahsoka felt the vise on her lungs ease and she sent out a strong feeling of gratitude and pride to her padawan. Master Obi-Wan had been an expert in keeping his emotions under control during tense moments and while her Obi-Wan wasn’t quite there yet, he had already shown a natural gift for handling high-stress situations.

Still it would have been nice to have a longer break between crises. Ahsoka thought as she sent out her own coded message to any Jedi or Republic vessel in the area, asking for immediate assistance. Quite a few frequencies were being jammed by the pirates but thankfully there were still some that were known only to the Jedi and the highest levels of the Republic Security Forces and she focused her attention on those.

Hopefully, their cry for help would get back to the Temple as soon as possible and Master Plo or Master Gallia could be temporarily diverted to rescue them from whatever the pirates had planned.

Assuming they were pirates and not something worse.

“Master?” Obi-Wan spoke up next to her, his voice soft. “We’re being hailed.”

Ahsoka took a deep breath and flipped open the comm channel. “Captain? Put them through to me back here.”

“Yes, Master Jedi!”

Ahsoka sat up straighter and consciously relaxed her shoulders as she watched the blue-white hologram resolve itself into a familiar figure. Someone she hadn’t seen in years.

“Greetings, my Republican friends!” Hondo Ohnaka grinned into the holocamara, looking no older than twenty, if that.

He bowed a little, doffing his cap to his victims. “Welcome to Florrum! Home of the great pirate prince, Hondo Ohnaka! That’s me, in case the tales of my exploits have not made it to the Core yet.”

Ahsoka grit her teeth, telling herself not to roll her eyes or do anything that would imply she had knowledge of the Weequay pirate or somehow upset the delicate balance of the timeline she was on. Besides, the suspicious Captain Avett and co-pilot Lincae wouldn’t understand, to say nothing of Obi-Wan, who watched the holo with trepidation on his face.

Taking a page from Padme, Ahsoka decided to try and charm their way out of the situation they found themselves in, and plastered a cheerful smile to her face. The fastest way to Hondo’s heart is through his ego. Flattery will go a lot further than threats.

“Thank you for such a… warm reception,” Ahsoka breezed, staring down at the holographic pirate hovering over the projector in the comm panel. “Forgive us for our unexpected arrival but we’re here to answer a distress signal from a ship with a compromised hyperdrive. I don’t suppose you would know anything about that, would you, Hondo Ohnaka?”

“A distress signal, you say?” Hondo looked around, as if he were physically searching for the disabled ship itself. “I am mystified! As you can see, all of my friends’ ships are in perfect working order! In fact, we just had our one-hundred-thousand lightyear inspections done. Perhaps there is a problem with your communications array?”

“No, I’m pretty sure we received a distress signal, Hondo,” she shook her head. “But if there’s no one here in need of our help, then we’ll just be on our way.”

“Leaving so soon?” he grinned, a rather off-putting display of teeth and grey wrinkles. “But you just got here! Why don’t you come down and enjoy some of our famous Florrum hospitality?”

Ahsoka glanced off to the side, catching a glimpse of Obi-Wan’s face. His fear was the first thing she could sense in the Force but there was something else, something between confusion and awe, as he watched her converse with the pirate as if she was carrying on a conversation with Master Jinn.

“Well…” she sighed, turning her attention back to Hondo, “as much as I love exploring new worlds, we’re on a pretty tight schedule and I can’t afford to be late to our appointment on Mirial. Thank you for your offer. It was most generous.”

“Oh, no no!” Hondo persisted, leaning forward so that his face took up the whole of the holo projector. “You cannot leave so early! You only just got here! If you will not come down to Florrum then come to my ship! We will have some drinks a few light refreshments and then you can be on your way!”

Ahsoka reminded herself to smile as she politely but firmly refused his offer. “Thank you but I must decline. Republic business waits for no one.”

“Nonsense! There is no Republic business out here! Come, come! Join me on my ship,” Hondo smirked, his beady black eyes shining as his voice lost some of its warm charm. “I insist.”

And with a sharp gesture from Hondo, the signal was cut off and an alarm sounded from the cockpit. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan hurried back to the front of the ship.

“Master Jedi!” Lincae cried. “They’ve locked on to our ship with their targeting array! And they’ve launched tow cables!”

“It’s a boarding party,” Ahsoka spat as a warning siren went out through the ship as the cables and harpoons found their targets along the ship’s hull. “Send out an SOS on all frequencies! Keep broadcasting!”

“Shouldn’t we fire on them?” Captain Avett asked, disbelief clear in his voice. “We’re right on top of them! Surely one of them would be a direct hit!”

“There’s too many of them and we can’t risk making them angry,” Ahsoka shook her head. “I’m not needlessly throwing our lives away if I can help it. Obi-Wan? Follow me.”

Obi-Wan nodded, hot on Ahsoka’s tail as she ran toward the stern of the ship, where the airlock was located. There were yellow alarm lights flashing as they hurried through the hallways and a high-pitched klaxon sound that wasn’t helping Obi-Wan’s nerves.

“Master? What are we going to do?” Obi-Wan asked, his hands drifting to his belt to pull his lightsabers free. “Are we going to try to fight them off?”

Ahsoka took up a defensive position behind a bulkhead, listening to the buzzing sounds of the pirate ship trying to override the controls of the cruiser’s airlock. “Not if we don’t have to.”

Puzzled, Obi-Wan glanced up at her. “Then what is our plan?”

“We’re going to negotiate,” Ahsoka smirked and waited for the boarding party to break through, gesturing for him to take a position behind her.

Obi-Wan’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull in surprise as he did as she commanded. “Negotiate? With pirates? Master, how are we going to do that?”

“Watch and learn, little one,” Ahsoka explained as the airlock started to groan and the control panel flickered from red to green. “Here they come. And put those sabers away. You’ll know when we need them.”

Obi-Wan grumbled to himself but he returned his saber hilts to his belt, telling himself that Ahsoka was his master and she knew what was best. Surely she and Master Skywalker had encountered pirates before and survived.

It wasn’t his place to disagree with her even as a small part of him doubted the pirates would be receptive to any offer Ahsoka would make.

There was a loud grinding shriek of metal on metal and the sudden gasping pop of the seal on the air lock breaking, immediately followed by the sigh of air from the other ship flooding into the hallway. Ahsoka took a deep breath and closed her eyes, reaching out to touch the Force, to feel its choppy waves buffeting against the ship, against her senses.

If she wasn’t careful, things could change and turn from difficult to life-threatening in the blink of an eye. She hadn’t traveled through time and spent two years training Obi-Wan in the ways of the Force to lose him to Hondo Ohnaka, of all people.

They needed to find a way out of this mess with their skins intact.

What would Master Obi-Wan do? What would Padme do?

“Master Tano?” Lincae’s nervous voice crackled over the ship’s speakers. “They’re breaking through the airlock! What do we do?”

“Keep broadcasting!” Ahsoka answered, flicking off the comm as the airlock door finally slid free and the pirates, all Weequay and just as dishevelled as she remembered them, tumbled through the opening. Obi-Wan stepped closer to her, just barely peeking around her before darting back against the wall behind her. “Weequay! There must be a dozen or more!”

Ahsoka doubted that and she canted her head around the corner just enough to make out five, possibly six henchmen. Looking down at Obi-Wan, she raised her finger to her lips, telling him to be silent as she unsheathed her sabers. He went to pull his out but a quick shake of her head stopped him. Not yet, Obi-Wan.

Yes, Master.

I promise. You’ll get your chance to fight pirates if that’s what you really want. Ahsoka winked at him and then stepped out and through the bulkhead with a cheerful greeting. “Hello there!”

The pirates responded as she expected they would by immediately opening fire, sending Obi-Wan into a protective crouch behind the bulkhead, his hands covering his face as Ahsoka made short work of their shots, deflecting most of them but directing a few back at the pirates who either collapsed in an unconscious heap or let out a yelp and shouted for backup.

There wasn’t much to them, their defenses even more pathetic than Ahsoka remembered from the last time she had to deal with Hondo and his ilk.

Of course she had been no more than seventeen at the time and she had been trying to defend a much larger cruiser with six younglings and an ancient droid. Considering her handicaps at the time, Ahsoka had to admit to herself that she did a good job of protecting the younglings.

Master Obi-Wan had said as much once they were safe back in Republic Space.

“Master?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke through Ahsoka’s musing as she stood in the middle of the hallway, staring down at the groaning pirates in front of her. “Are you alright? Did you kill them?”

Ahsoka gave Obi-Wan a half-smile. “I’m fine. And they’ll be fine too. As soon as they send over Hondo Ohnaka so that we can start the negotiations.”

Obi-Wan slipped out from around the bulkhead, his eyes wide as he took in the damage at his master’s feet. Not a single man was left standing and not a one was dead, not even with a particularly serious injury. One of the pirates was slumped against the wall, gasping into a comm. “Boss! It’s a Jedi cruiser! The Jedi wants to talk to you. Says she wants to negotiate!”

Ahsoka waited, her arms folded over her chest. She glanced down at Obi-Wan, who met her gaze with an adoring nod.

His master did indeed have the situation well under control.

“Well, what does she want?” Hondo bellowed from the other end of the comm and Obi-Wan Ahsoka shared a look as they waited. “If it’s just one Jedi, what is taking you so long? Do not think that I will be kinder to you than my dear sainted mother! Excuses will not be tolerated!”

“May I?” Ahsoka sighed, shaking her head and plucking the comm from the pirate’s hand and pulling it to her with the Force. “Trying to board my ship isn’t exactly my idea of good hospitality, Hondo. Now how about we sit down and talk some business?”

“Business, you say?” Hondo’s voice was low, a sign that he was mulling over her offer. “I don’t usually do business with Jedi. Mama says you are all untrustworthy.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and Ahsoka shook her head in amusement at his clear disgust. “Are you going to let a little thing like a few Jedi keep you from a tidy profit?”

“Profit you say?” Hondo’s voice perked up at the mention of credits. “What kind of profit did you have in mind? I have heard those kyber crystals in your lightsabers are quite valuable.”

Again with the lightsabers! Ahsoka grumbled to herself as she took firm hold of her annoyance and flung it into the Force. “So I’ve heard. So why don’t you come over to my ship and we’ll see if we can make a deal.”

There was a long moment of silence as Ahsoka and Obi-Wan waited for a reply. And waited.

And waited.

“Hondo?” Ahsoka spoke into the comm, a chill running down her spine. She glanced down the hall that lead to the airlock and then up the central aisle way of the cruiser, trying to pin down what it was the Force was trying to tell her. Obi-Wan peered up at Ahsoka, his brow furrowed.

“Master? Something doesn’t feel right.”

“I know,” Ahsoka stepped in front of her padawan and with a long exhale she ignited one saber. “Stay behind me, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, Master,” he nodded, trying hard to keep the fear and anxiety behind his shields as they waited for whatever it was that was coming for them. He felt the Force, tight and tense around them and something else. Like a faint shifting as if they were in a boat on water. There was a groan and they both realized at the same time.

“Master! I think there’s more--!”

“They’re coming through, Obi-Wan!” Ahsoka shouted as the hallway suddenly filled with blaster fire, too much for them to handle on their own. “Fall back to the hold!”

Obi-Wan did as he was told, both sabers out and ignited, as Ahsoka followed, the two ready to make a stand in the back hold of the ship as the pirates charged in with a raucous roar. With more room in the hold to maneuver, Ahsoka took the lead in deflecting the attack as Obi-Wan slipped around the side of the room to disarm those pirates who weren’t paying attention to his smaller form.

“Master!” Obi-Wan shouted as he ducked another wild swing and brought his elbow up into a pirate’s jaw. “What do we do?”

“Stay close to me!” Ahsoka fired back as she spun past one attacker and jumped over another blast, lashing out with a foot to take down another pirate who crashed backwards into his fellows.

Obi-Wan darted through the crowd, slicing through blaster barrels as he ran, trying not kill anyone as he hurried back to his master’s side. Once he was there, he took up a position at her back, protecting her as best he could, but more and more pirates kept coming through the hold doors.

“Whatever happens, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka panted as the odds started to turn against them, “stay close to me.”

‘Yes, Master,” he answered with a grunt as another deflected blast rattled his arms and pushed him ever closer to exhaustion. “I don’t think the Force got our message, Master Ahsoka.”

“What message was that?” Ahsoka took another step backwards and found herself literally back to back with Obi-Wan, her eyes darting from pirate to pirate as they came to a stop, having fully encircled the Jedi.

Obi-Wan looked back over his shoulder at his master, too tired to be frightened. “That we didn’t want it to be pirates the first time out.”

Ahsoka shook her head, just as weary. “No. I don’t think it did.”

And then there was the faint whistling cry of a stun blast and Ahsoka and Obi-Wan knew no more after that.

“Ahsoka?”

“Snips, wake up!”

“Master!” Ahsoka cried out as she woke up in a sudden frantic rush, her eyes darting around the room, trying to place where and when she was. She couldn’t recognize the grey ceiling or the durasteel walls and there was the faint smell of stale ozone that was nothing like the air on the Resolute or the Ghost.

Where was she? Had she gone back to the future? Was everything just a dream?

“Master?”

Obi-Wan.

Focusing on her breathing, Ahsoka waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim overhead light and found Obi-Wan sitting cross-legged next to her. His hands were bound in front of him, loosely clasped, as he watched her wake up. “It’s all right, Master. Everyone is accounted for and uninjured.”

Ahsoka let out a sigh before rolling onto her side and discovering that her hands were bound as well. Pushing herself upright, she reached over to put a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “You’re okay? They didn’t hurt you?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. I woke up a little bit before you. Captain Avett and Pilot Lincae are here as well.”

Peering over her padawan’s shoulder, Ahsoka could see the captain and the co-pilot slumped together against the far wall and across the hall was another occupied cell opposite theirs. “Who are they?”

“The source of the distress signal, as it turns out,” Obi-Wan explained, standing up and walking up to the cell bars that hummed dangerously.

Ahsoka realized they were in some kind of cell or holding unit, no doubt designed for live cargo.

Pointing with both hands, Obi-Wan introduced the crew of the ship that had sent out the call for help. “This is the crew of the Happy Gundark, Master, and her name is Captain Penyo.”

Ahsoka gave the other captain a weak smile. “Hello. I take it your were ambushed by Hondo Ohnaka too?”

“Yes, we thought we hit an asteroid or some planetary debris,” the captain sighed, shaking her head, the dark braids of her hair sliding over her shoulder as she frowned at the floor. “We are a survey ship, sent out by the Republic to conduct a census of the Sertar system. We had no idea there were pirates on Florrum.”

“Which is just the way they like it,” Ahsoka muttered as she stood up and examined their cell, which was no more than three meters square. It didn’t have ray shields, which would make their escape easier, and the restraints wouldn’t be difficult for her to break out of. Obi-Wan might have some trouble but that wasn’t what concerned her.

How was she going to get the civilians and her own captain and pilot to safety?

“Your padawan told us it was our distress signal that brought you here,” Captain Penyo said, looking up at Ahsoka, her lips quirked in apology. “I’m sorry we took you from your mission, Master Jedi, but I can’t say I’m not glad to see you.”

“It’s Ahsoka,” she explained, bowing her head to the crew of the destroyed ship. “Is this your entire crew over there?”

“Minus several hundred thousand credits worth of droids,” a Twi’Lek crewmember named Joti groused. “Those idiots could have sold those for millions on the black market! But instead they blew them sky-high when they fired on our ship.”

Ahsoka folded her arms over her chest as she paced from one end of their cell to the other. It took her no more than a handful of steps to make it to Obi-Wan’s side but the movement helped burn off a sense of agitation that was tickling the back of her mind.

“Did you check on Captain Avett and the pilot?” Ahsoka asked Obi-Wan as he watched her quietly.

Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, Master. They’re fine. Just unconscious and Pilot Lincae might have a bruise come tomorrow morning but nothing serious.”

“So what’s the plan?” Captain Penyo asked, leaning forward so she could get a better look at Ahsoka in the dim light of their cells. “How are we getting out of here?”

Obi-Wan’s gaze shifted from the captain back to Ahsoka and she felt a sudden heavy weight of responsibility settle on her shoulders. It was up to her and her alone to get them out of this situation and while she had attempted to contact the Republic and the Jedi Order, there was no guarantee that the message had gone through. They had no weapons to speak of and she had no idea what ship they were on. If Hondo was still on the ship, Ahsoka was convinced she would be able to reason with him and they would be able to get out of this mess without any bloodshed but if Hondo had returned to the surface of Florrum and left an underling to dispose of them then things were going to get a bit more dangerous.

“Did they say what they were going to do with you when they captured you?” Ahsoka asked as she walked back to the corner she had woken up in, sinking down into a meditative pose with her legs crossed and hands resting in her lap. “Anything at all?”

“Yeah,” came a disgusted snort from the angry Twi’Lek. “They’re going to send us to Klatooine and sell us.”

Ahsoka was unable to control her eye roll of disgust. “Why am I not surprised? Obi-Wan? I want you to watch the door. Let me know as soon as you sense anyone approaching.”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan bowed to her as he slid down against the wall and watched the far doorway. “Is that all?”

“And work on unlocking your cuffs,” Ahsoka raised her brows as she inclined her head towards his hands. “I know you’ve practiced that in class before. Now it’s time to put it into action.”

Obi-Wan nodded, pulling his knees up and flooding the Force around him with the bright, sharp light of his focus.

“And for those of us who aren’t Jedi?” came a dry request from Captain Penyo. “What should we do?”

“Rest,” Ahsoka replied with a calm expression, her eyes closed. “When we do make our play for freedom, it’s going to take all of our strength.”

There came a disbelieving grumble from the crew of the Happy Gundark but Ahsoka could sense no darker emotions coming from them, only fear, anxiety and exhaustion. She didn’t know how long the survey crew had been locked up in the hold but she could understand their simmering anger. While meditating and searching for a solution in the Force would be invaluable to their escape, it still looked to them like Ahsoka was flopping down for a little nap in the middle of the worst thing that had ever happened to Captain Penyo and her crew.

While she meditated, Obi-Wan continued to work on the lock that held his binders in place, not strong enough yet to simply pull them apart with the Force. He would take a moment every now and then to glance up at the door and make sure no one was coming before he would try to separate the two halves that made up his restraints. After the first few tries, the friction was starting to rub the skin on his wrists raw and he pulled the sleeves of his inner tunic down with his teeth so that they covered his hands up to his knuckles.

“Does that even work, kid?” the sullen russet Twi’Lek muttered as he took up guard duty for his crew. “I’ve seen it in holovids but never in real life.”

Shrugging, Obi-Wan tried again, letting out a heavy sigh when he failed. “Knights and masters are capable of simply opening them through sheer force of will. Padawans… we have to pick the lock.”

“That’s rough,” Joti replied, watching Obi-Wan work. “How does it work?”

“Locks, like doors, have two natural states,” Obi-Wan explained closing his eye and chewing on his lower lip as he concentrated. “Open and closed. A well-trained knight can easily identify what needs to change within the locking mechanism to switch from closed to… stang.”

Joti shook his head as Obi-Wan’s latest attempt failed. “Why don’t they just teach you how to use a lock pick?”

Obi-Wan blinked, surprised by the suggestion. “Why would I need a lockpick if I have the Force?”

“Cause it doesn’t look like the Force is really working for you at the moment,” Joti observed before he carefully reached through the bars and held out two lock picks. “Do you know how to use these?”

“I have a working understanding of them, yes,” Obi-Wan sniffed, sitting up a little more. “But I’ve never used them before.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Feeling a wave of defeat wash over him, Obi-Wan reached out with the Force to take the lock picks from Joti’s hand when he felt it all slip away, as if the Force itself were being dragged out to sea by a powerful riptide.

He gasped for air, sitting up straight and telling himself to breathe, to focus on a steady rhythm as his heart started pounding wildly in his chest.

What… what’s happening? Obi-Wan stared around his cell, seeing only the unconscious faces of Captin Avett and Pilot Lincae before he looked over to Ahsoka, whose brows were furrowed but she didn’t seem to have noticed anything amiss in her meditation. He was half tempted to chalk it up to his fear and anxiety when the Force came rushing back, a sudden tidal wave of energy, power and sensations washing over his mind, swamping his shielding and swallowing him whole.

For a moment, Obi-Wan thought he was drowning and he kicked and clawed frantically, trying to swim upwards against the overwhelming waves of the Force. They tossed him back and forth in a way he had never experienced before.

With a gasp, he broke the surface and felt air return to his lungs or remembered to breathe: Obi-Wan couldn’t be sure which, but he knew that he was caught in the ripples of something impossibly powerful in the Force.

He took another breath and another, focusing only on the inhale and exhale of his lungs before his awareness returned to the cell and Joti calling for his attention.

“Kid? Hey! Kid! You okay over there?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, trying to recall the details of what had just happened.

There was something warm and light in his chest, filling up an aching void he hadn’t even known was there. It was as if someone had taken a small star and placed it within his rib cage, a small flickering ball of light that radiated warmth and happiness.

It felt alive, whatever it was.

Wonderfully, amazingly, joyously alive.

“What’s wrong?” Joti asked. “Where did you go?”

“I don’t…” Obi-Wan looked up, confused. “I don’t know.”

Ahsoka was working through their escape plan when her inner world exploded with starlight. The black void of her meditation lit up with a galaxy of burning points of light as the Force sang with such joy that it nearly made her weep in empathy. She felt the buffeting sensation of the Force against her spirit, delight and love and something so pure and vital she didn’t have the words to describe it.

What happened? What was that? Ahsoka wondered as she quickly surfaced from her meditation. She opened her eyes with an inhale and gazed over at Obi-Wan who was marveling at his binders, opening and closing them with a simple wave of two fingers. There was a dazed smile on his lips as he worked and there was something different about his face, something she couldn’t quite place in the low light.

“Obi-Wan? Are you alright?” Ahsoka got up from her spot in the corner and crept over to sit next to her Padawan, stunned to find tears on his cheeks. “Obi-Wan! What happened? Why are you crying?”

Obi-Wan looked up at Ahsoka, his eyes round and his expression confused. “I don’t really know why, Master. I was going to use the Force when something… something happened! Something wonderful, I think. I don’t know. I’m having trouble remembering.”

Ahsoka broke the locks on her binders and put an arm around Obi-Wan, touching two fingers to his forehead.

A simple scan of Obi-Wan told Ahsoka that nothing was physically wrong with her padawan but he was right.

Something had changed.

There was a new brightness to his spirit, a faint but steady flicker of something glowing within. Ahsoka reached out to it, gentle and kind, and felt the spark grow brighter, felt it dance and weave in an invisible wind thrown up by the Force and leap from Obi-Wan to Ahsoka, returning to where it belonged.

Completing the circle.

“Master…” Obi-Wan spoke up, drawing Ahsoka’s attention back into the physical world. “I don’t feel injured. If anything I feel… happy. Like when I found out you chose me to be your Padawan. It feels like… joy. Does that… does that make any sense?”

Ahsoka looked within her own spirit and found that she agreed with Obi-Wan. “It does. You’re right. I don’t sense any pain or anger only… happiness. It feels like…”

It felt like when Anakin accepted her as his padawan.

When they were reunited after that nightmare on the moon of Trandosha.

When he told her how proud he was of her on Mandalore.

Ahsoka turned to her padawan, suddenly struggling with crude, abstract concepts like time and numbers. “Obi-Wan? How old are you?”

“Fifteen standard years, Master,” he answered, confused. “I’ll be sixteen in a few months.”

Everything snapped into place, like the most perfect Telladorian mosaic.

Anakin.

It felt like Anakin.

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TMNT Leonardo: A Hidden Romance chapter 1

Years have passed at the turtles were teenagers as now were full grown adults as Leo and Raph were thirty as Donnie and Mickey were 29. Shredder was gone but still the foot clan was still around with Karai now being the new Shredder; even with the Purple Dragons the turtles were still protecting their great city of New York that they love. Still living in the Sewers but in their own rooms to keep away from their own brothers to keep their own secrets in their rooms. The brothers still bickered but all still love each other. Right now Mickey and Raph were jamming in the band room they made making very loud music as Donnie was on his computer and Leo meditating but was failing.

Leo’s left closed eye twitch in annoyance as he opened his eyes as he glared at his brothers as he sighed angrily as he got up and stormed over and grabbed the drumsticks.

“Hey!” Mickey exclaimed!

“Yo what are ya doing?” Raph asked as he stopped playing his guitar.

“You’ve been playing for hours and it’s giving me a headache,” Leo sneered as he dropped the drumsticks.

“Oh back off Leo we’re only trying to kill time shit,” Raph cursed as Leo walked away then got in his brothers face.

“For over four hours!” Leo shouted then Mickey got up and to push the two apart.

“Hey hey hey! Calm down!” Mickey tried to make peace.

“Enough!” Splinter shouted as the two split apart as they faced their father. “Raphael, Michelangelo it is time for you to take a rest. We all live here my sons and I know it is hard but try to compromise.”

“They can play I’m going out for some air to clear my head,” Leo spoke as he grabbed his swords and headed for the cool night air of the city to meditate on a lonely building.

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Leo was enjoying the air of his beloved city as he meditated until he heard a scream which his senses immediately opened his eyes and ran to where he heard the scream. Jumping over a few buildings he stopped at the edge to see several Purple Dragons roughing up a woman who was trying to fight back but one large man bear hug her from behind before lifting her up and dropping her hard on the ground super hard. One creep grabbed her purse as he went through it and another bent down to pull something from her neck which she tried to grab back.

“Lookie here, a pretty necklace,” the guy spoke as the girl grabbed his ankle.

“Give that back,” she groaned as the male kicked her away.

“Showtime,” Leo thought as he pulled out a shuriken as he took out the lamp out making the group whom started to freak out.

Jumping down Leo kicked the tall fat man that threw the woman on the ground which sent him into the wall as he used his blades to cut two of the other thug’s guns in half before punching them in the face. Leo them kicked another into their motorcycles as several of them began to run away screaming, “It’s the turtles!”

Leo smirked until he heard a thunk to turn around to see the woman drop a metal pipe as she knocked out the guy who threw her on the ground. She swayed as she picked up a silver chain that had a heart shape locket on it. Leo watched as she came into the small light that was coming from the road as his breath caught in his throat. The girl she was about in her twenties as she had curly wavy dark color brown hair that almost look black to him that fell down to her waist. Her eyes were soft shade of brown with mascara and eyeliner with dark lipstick that made her angelic pale face seem to glow. Hiding in the shadows as Leo looked over her slender pale frame with medium size breast dressed in a blue Navy sheer sleeveless chiffon dress with contrast lace paneling through the lace fabric. Black jeans with a pair of studded black heel boots. What else that made the breath in Leo’s throat not move was the tattoo’s he could see.

On her left under forearm was a beautiful blue humming bird with long peacock feathers with teal, purple, and pink in the feathers with pink sakura blossoms in the background. Even in the shadows he can black, grey, and blue of a daisy, sunflower, peacock feathers, and a rose as she bent down to collect her things. Overall, Leo was entranced by her.

“Come out,” Leo heard her raspy voice as she groaned standing up straight looking around. “I know you are still here.”

Leo thought about it long and hard but sighed as he stepped out to where she could see him in the little light that there was. The older brother was nervous as he stared at her as she stared back at him holding her sore side. Watching her eyes as they moved over his frame until they met his blue eyes.

Leo cleared his throat as he pointed at her side before dropping his hand, “Are you hurt seriously?”

Leo watch from as she seemed startled slightly from his deep voice was looked calm as she shook her head, “No just sore from when he dropped me. I’ve had worse than what they caused me.”

She looked at the guy she knocked out with disgust then tired at Leo, “Thanks, um.”

“Leo,” Leo cleared his throat again. “Names Leonardo.”

A soft smile appeared as she lightly laughed, “Like Di Vinci.”

Leo returned the smile as he nodded as his nervousness faded away until she stopped laughing as she started to fall but Leo acted fast as he caught her.

“Ow,” she groaned.

“That guy body slammed you to the ground pretty good,” Leo mentioned as she leaned against him.

“No shit and names Mia,” Mia spoke.

“Where do you live?” Leo asked as she looked down at her as her brown eyes looked up at him that really made his heart beat faster.

“What?” Mia looked confused.

Leo picked her up bridal style, “Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

“Um in the Upper West Side,” Mia replied.

“Okay, hold on,” Leo said as held her close to him as her arms moved around his neck as he jumped up back onto the roof as he started to run really fast towards the West Side. As he run he glanced down every now often as her eyes were closed due to the wind but she still looked beautiful. After reaching the West Side, Mia had told him which building she was in and luckily lived in a loft with a balcony which he jumped down on the balcony as he gently placed her on her feet but still swayed as she steadied herself by holding onto his arms.

“Mia?” a voice called out from inside the apartment as Mia looked behind her as she heard her roommate.

“Shit,” she muttered as she looked at Leo. “We got to hide, I thought she had left for her date.”

Leo nodded as he picked her up and climbed up the escape the fire escape to the roof of the loft as the two looked over the end as a woman opened the two stain glass doors. A beautiful woman with blonde hair with ombre red tips in beach waves falling to her shoulders with slight tan skin on her athletic frame, hazel green eyes with multiple red/black sexy tattoos on her shoulders down to her arms of roses, thorns, pin up women and sugar skull women with roses. Dressed in a tight black club dress in red popping pumps with red lip stick that matched her shoes looked around. Seeing no one she walked back inside closing the doors behind her as Mia and Leo sighed relieved.

“Sorry about Cherry, I thought she had left an hour ago,” Mia spoke as Leo jumped down on the ground quietly with Mia in his arms as her arms were still around his neck.

“Don’t worry about,” Leo replied as the two watched the woman named Cherry soon leave after three minutes as Leo placed Mia back on the ground.

He helped her inside as he helped her sit on the black leather couch while Leo looked around until he saw the kitchen as he walked over looking for a rag as he got some ice from the freezer, making his way back over to Mia as he placed the ice on where her hand was.

“Let me see,” Leo asked politely as Mia nodded. She lifted up her shirt as Leo saw an already forming bruise appearing on her left rib cage as his eyes also fell on the beautiful blue scales that were under her bra. Swallowing his salvia that was building in his mouth, he placed the ice gently to her skin as she hissed. “Sorry.”

“Its fine just really sore,” Mia whimpered.

“I’m more surprised you aren’t afraid of me, usually when people see me they cower in fear,” Leo spoke as Mia could tell that it sadden him as his face looked hurt.

“I’ve seen real monsters in my time growing up, you aren’t a monster,” Mia spoke truthfully as Leo looked up at him shocked.

Leo felt a wave of such relief and joy he didn’t know what to do, he smiled at Mia as what she said had touched him deeply. After so many years of hearing this from people him and his brothers it hurt each time they heard it even if April and Casey didn’t think so. Many others still didn’t think like their friends even if the turtles explained they weren’t monsters. Looking back at the bruise as Mia leaned her head back then looked at her purse. Leo pulled his hand back as he let her through her purse.

“Did they take anything?” Leo asked as he stood up and looked around the loft which had many different paintings on the walls along a few girly items laying around which the fearless leader blushed at.

“No which is good, I never usually keep much on me besides my locket which my mother gave. It’s all I have left of her,” Mia stood up as she groaned until she touched her locket which Leo noticed.

Leo felt the same, he wouldn’t know what to do if he lost his father. Hell, he was even more afraid of what his brothers would do if Splinter died even though it would happen in the future. Turning he saw Mia walk towards the fridge as she pulled out two Coronas.

“Here,” She handed on to Leo whom took it as he looked at it. Mia opened hers as she saw Leo place it down, “You never had one before?”

“I prefer sake on occasion but thanks Mia,” Leo replied as Mia shrugged her shoulders. “I should be off as I have to get back to my home as it was nice meeting you.”

Mia walked with him to the balcony as Leo jumped up on the ledge as he turned to her, “Thank you for rescuing me Leonardo, I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t shown up.”

Leo smiled, “Don’t worry about, it’s what I do to protect the city I love.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here,” Mia walked up to Leo as she placed a hand on his shoulder as she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thanks again Leo.”

Mia walked away as she smiled at him as she walked back inside. Leo touched his cheek as his heart was pounding against his chest. Grinning he jumped off the ledge as he ran home grinning from ear to ear. Just before he entered his home he paced as he calmed down to get that grin off his face as he continued to think of me which made him stop.

Mia. His face flushed as he thought of her kissing his cheek. He thought of his brothers and he thought of not telling. The fearless leader knew it wasn’t right but he wanted this memory to himself. Keep how sweet and beautiful Mia was and didn’t want Mickey hitting on her like when he used to do to April when they were younger. Taking a deep breath as he kept his face calm he walked back into the lair was he saw Mickey and Donnie playing some video game while Raph was in his gym from the equipment that could be heard.

“Ah my son,” Leo turned to see his father walk up to him from his Bonsai room. “How was your meditation?”

Leo gulped as he kept calm as he shrugged his shoulders, “It was peaceful, and I feel better. Thanks sensei.”

“That’s good,” Splinter replied as he went to his room.

Leo hated lying to his father but he wanted to protect Mia and keep her to himself. Going to his room he decided to write down what happened in his journal he kept secret from his brothers.

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FINAL SCRIPT

(signs to direct him to the room)

Sign on the door (studio sign?)

Name plackets on the table for each “expert”

Cheesy music playing

2. Roll intro to our “show”

Rebeccas’s welcome

“Hi, hello and welcome back to your annual transmission of Good Morning, AMFI. My name is Rebecca and I'll get this show on the road! I am very happy to welcome all of you and very excited to announce that today‘s talk is about ... Fabulous Fashion Mags!

Aren’t you sick and tired of buying the same old glossy magazines? Of seeing the same covers, photoshoots, brands and even models all the damn time?

Well, we are! Today in the house, live, on screen and in color: representatives of this year’s issue of GARMENT! If you don't know Garment Magazine, it’s time to get an editorial update! The magazine is annually relaunched, honoring a single garment at a time. This issue treats SCARVES as royalty from the cover 'til the very end. Next to the representatives of Garment, we have a special guest over today.

“My sources tell me, that this year's issue is, next to the scarf, all about wittiness and having fun! The status quo is questioned, humor is used as coping mechanism, and the content is putting boring stereotypes into a new spotlight.. Sounds fun, right?

But before we dive into details, I’d like to welcome our panel of Garmenteers!

Please put your hands together for Xenia, the Editor in Chief, Milembe, who makes sure the magazine is printed to perfection! And Caeleigh, curator of all the knee-slapping content found on Garment’s Social Media!”

PAUZE & APPLAUSE

***Xenia, Milembe, Caeleigh enter***

So Xenia, welcome, you are joining us on screen because you are managing the entire magazine from another part of the globe! ** XENIAS SAYS HELLO** As I mentioned every generation of the magazine revolves around one garment. This year you chose the scarf, an interesting choice if you ask me...what made the scarf the perfect garment for the 2020 issue??”

Xenia: “Even though you might think the scarf is one of the simplest garments that exists, it is actually incredibly versatile. Tell me, do you know of any other garment that you can wear around your neck, on your head, around your waist… literally anywhere. Next to its versatility, the scarf is also a great carrier of meaning. It is basically a fashionable, wearable banner. A scarf communicates, whether this is cultural, religious or empowering matters. A scarf can literally say it all! Besides that, the scarf has been the hottest topic on the catwalks this season, haven”t you seen?”

Rebecca: “I see. So, the scarf can actually send out powerful messages. I understand that your message to the readers is to question the status quo, while having fun. How did you find this approach, and how did you translate the ‘having fun’ part of the brand?”

Xenia: Aren’t we all tired of the humdrum and monotony we are fed by typical glossy magazines? We wanted a fresh take and make it entertaining! By doing this we want to challenge the reader and create awareness among them so they can recognize the stereotypes themselves, and think about how we can do it differently. How are we making sure there’s fun involved? I’ve got one magic word…PARODY. We are playing with the exaggeration of stereotypes, we make them absurd and hilarious. So while having a laugh, we make you wonder: Why are all these ridiculous clichés the norm for magazines at the moment? And why don’t we play around with it more often instead of staying stuck on the same content all the time?”

Rebecca: “I like that! But why do you think we need this now? What makes it so…2020?”

Xenia: “Have you been on social media at all? Hahahaha. When COVID-19 broke out the only thing I saw on there were all these memes about our ridiculous behavior. Even though you might think it’s risky to make fun of a situation like that, I am sure we all secretly laughed. And it actually made me reconsider our behavior. I realized that I don’t actually need to stack up on toilet paper, it’s just straight up absurd! I think that especially now, in times of meme-culture, our target group needs a dose of humor in order to cope with and challenge the crazy, stereotypical ideas that are out there. So yes, I think our magazine concept is very 2020!”

Rebecca: “An interesting outlook, very in line with the Zeitgeist. You made a comment about COVID-19. You’re creating and printing a magazine in times of isolation and social distancing, while the whole team is sprinkled all over the globe! How has this affected your way of working?”

Xenia: “Obviously it was a little, WELL, no, actually very, different from what we expected, but we made the best out of it!! I see the whole team on the screen and communicate via digital platforms, although quite unfamiliar at the beginning, worked out well for us. I would like to give out a special thanks to the team for adapting that fast, since it can be hard communicating when we don’t get to see each other physically. Next to communication, of course, there were some difficulties with getting productions done, such as photoshoots and interviews. But we managed to create all content within the safety measurements made by the Dutch Government.”

Rebecca: “That is great to hear! I can imagine it was a struggle delivering a magazine with all its expected photoshoots, interviews, and content which needs field research in general.

Speaking of photoshoots: As we know, the major names in the magazine world, such as Vogue, Elle and Harper’s have their editorials filled with well-known brands, which - spoiler alert - are also their biggest sponsors. I assume that you guys did this differently and that you carefully chose which brands to include in the magazine, am I right?”

Xenia: “Yes, definitely. The fashion in the magazine obviously mostly features AMFI Designers. Besides that, we decided to support young and conscious designers, brands that are commonly seen as ‘unconventional’, vintage clothing and of course some digital fashion! “

Rebecca: “I’m excited to see all the brands and designs in the magazine! One thing makes me curious, how was the process of finding AMFI designers for collaborations?”

Xenia: “It was a struggle sometimes, as we wanted to include current designs and many of the designers weren’t in Amsterdam for us to borrow their creations. On top of that, most of them were pre-occupied with their own Corona worries. However, with helping hands from all departments we were able to reach a good number of designers and used their designs for our shoots and cover.”

Rebecca: “I think it is truly amazing what you guys have managed to create in such wild times. Now, I have been asking myself, Milembe: how on earth do you get a magazine printed during quarantine?”

Milembe: “It sure has been a lot of phone calls and discussions with different print shops. But all is looking good, and our pre-sales are rising daily!”

Rebecca: “Where can I buy mine? It truly sounds like a worthwhile investment, which is important because we are killing trees for it after all. Sustainability is an ever-present topic, and you guys have been taking this very seriously, am I right?

Milembe: “You can buy the magazine with one of our students or at Athenaeum Boekhandel. We also have a distributor who makes sure the magazine is sold in stores all over Europe.

Sustainability is very important to us indeed. That's why we chose a sustainable printer. They print with sustainable ink, we chose recycled paper and the printer is CO2 neutral. They invest in planting new forests as well. So yeah, I think it’s fair to say that we are trying to take eco-friendly to the next level!”

Rebecca: “Now I don’t know about you, but these experts got me really excited to see this magazine! I think it’s time to stop the talking and start seeing what it looks like! Xenia, I’ll pass the mic onto you, and let’s have a look into this mag!”

6. Xenia walks through the plank

PLEASE FILL IN

8. Explanation of social (ask questions to Caeleigh)

Rebecca: “Well that was very exciting, I can’t wait to get mine delivered! But before it comes to that, I can enjoy all the content you are showing on your social channels! Because yes, Garment has been very active on social media, and dear viewers if u are not following them I strongly advise you do so.

This morning before coming here, I actually did some serious stalking online. When I took a look at the Instagram account of Garment magazine I found all the wit, the fun and the parody representing your magazine. You really got me with the memes, the ironically long list of hashtags and your interactive and surprising stories. I was laughing out loud and tagged all my friends instantly!

So Caeleigh, as the mastermind behind all these productions, can you start with telling me something about all the different social platforms you’re using?

Caeleigh: “As of now we have mainly been active on Instagram. And by posting daily, uploading frequent stories, using hashtags, and creating content that that encourages interaction and reposting, we have managed to steadily grow our following. Other than that, we will soon be making use of IGTV, and posting more frequently on Facebook once we start uploading articles and content onto our website… which just went live today!

Rebecca: “I can imagine it takes a lot of creativity to make all posts for these platforms. How do you come up with the designs for social, the images, the captions, the memes, the gifs and all? In other words, how are you translating the magazine to online?”

Caeleigh: “I think the most important thing for us has been to pay very close attention to the magazine development in the workshops. And we also have people from image, design and text on the Social team that provide great insight into each department. We always use the same colours, fonts, graphic elements and tone of voice to keep it all within the brand. And the magazine has even taken on a couple of ideas of ours as well. Like a horoscopes spread, for example. And finally, every post we upload is either discussed in the workshops, or sent to Xenia and the other leads for approval before going live.”

Rebecca: “It is really great to see how everything comes together like that, giving us a holistic idea of your brand identity. Now I don’t want to spoil things, but I heard some rumors about a Garment reality show… That would definitely be something I have never seen with Garment before!”

Caeleigh: “Yes! definitely something new for us... which is really exciting. We were brainstorming ideas on how we could make our viewers more invested in the process that goes on behind the scenes of Garment Magazine. And instead of just showing snippets of content here and there, we came up with the idea to create a whole storyline for people to follow along, where we introduce them to all the jobs on an editorial team and their role within the company. We decided to embrace the idea of parodying reality television, playing into the tropes of what people consider "fashion people" to be like. Again, inviting our viewers to laugh at the exaggeration of these stereotypes and question how or why they exist.”

Rebecca: “I can’t wait for this!!! How often will it be produced and where can I check it out?”

Caeleigh: “So, we will be filming on June 8, with a crew of 6 actors, a director and a cameraman. We're also getting help from an editor in Toronto. But the bottom line is, you should all expect to see 5 episodes posted bi-weekly, with the last one airing at our launch!”

Rebecca: “A launch event? During quarantine? What can I expect this to look like?!”

Caeleigh: “It's definitely going to be unlike the launches from past years. At first, we bounced back and forth between a couple of online ideas, but since this quarantine has dragged on for so long we've noticed that people are getting really tired of just staring at their screens all day. Now that the laws regarding social distancing have become more lenient, we're planning to use this to our advantage and plan a very small pop-up event. The idea is for it is to be a maze-like event, almost like an art installation, where each section or room is a different theme, in line with the magazine. Expect to see parodies of cliches found at award shows, articles in the magazine brought to life, and an over-the-top Tell-Sell booth at the end where you can purchase your own copy of Garment. Obviously, we'll stay in contact with the RIVM to make sure the protocol is followed properly at all times and people are safe.

Rebecca: “This all sounds very promising, but quite difficult to handle all by yourself. Will you make use of any sponsors or partners?”

Caeleigh: “Yes, of course. We already have our location sponsored, as they are willing to offer a very significant discount on the space. Next to that we've been reaching out to Dutch beverage companies to see if they would be willing to sponsor our event as well. We only just changed the whole launch plan last week, but there's been an impressive amount of progress made already.”

Rebecca: “Thank you Caeleigh, looks like you’ve got it all figured out. Please keep posting and please make sure to send me an invite for the event!”

9. Go over to Milembe

Rebecca: “So, I would like to move over to this lovely lady, the queen of print, Milembe! I understand Garment is quite a big production. Can you tell me precisely how many magazines will be printed?”

Milembe: “We'll print 1250 magazines to be precise. Last year a number of 1500 were printed but quite a lot were left over. Selling this year will be a lot more difficult than last year because of these weird times. This is why we decided that it would be good to slightly reduce the copy count, also keeping sustainability and less waste in mind.”

Rebecca: “Good number! I would definitely be able to get my hands on one of these gems. Right?”

Milembe: “Pre-sales continue to rise despite the extenuating circumstances”

Rebecca: “Wow, that’s great!!! Must help in financing the print, but how else are you handling the finances for the production? Maybe you can give our special guest Dirk a closer look into this?”

*** Milembe hands over the financial overview and shortly explains to Dirk what he can find inside this document ***

10. Sign off “thanks for tuning in / Questions

Rebecca: “Now that we’ve seen every inch of Garment’s scarf issue. From concept, to social media, to finances, I would like to thank you all for joining in. Especially our team of experts and our VIP Dirk! I can’t wait to see the end-product and I hope we got you excited as well! In case our special guest or the audience have any questions, now is the time to ask!”

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