I Am No Jedi: Ahsoka x Reader

Before-7

edit: simplified stuff and got rid of vos being stupid again...what was i thinking when i wrote this lmao

Ilum's round, grey-blue surface loomed at the ship.

"Alrighty, kids! We've jumped out of hyperspace. Time for some Ilum!" Master Vos declared.

"Ilum is harsh. It's windy, icy and stormy. Worst of all, it's as cold as a cooling unit," he shouted so that he could be heard through the thick walls of the ship. "So, you kids probably should put on your coats or you'll be frozen to death the minute we step outside."

As the great ship descended into the planet's surface, nothing was visible to the younglings from the windows except for the whipping snow and ice.

The ship pulled into a relaxed slope of descent, and the Crucible landed with a soft thud on the icy terrain of Ilum.

Master Vos appeared from one of the hallways, donning a thick parka with a fur lined hood.

"Get ready! It's going to be cold." Without another word, he marched briskly to the nearest hatch. The double doors of the entrance opened with a click.

Thick billowing winds immediately fought their way into the ship, bringing sharp flecks of ice and tumbling clouds of snow. The Jedi felt a draught pass through and shivered in the cold despite their thick clothing.

Crisp air greeted them. The view was undistinguishable and featureless; the environment was bleak and the blue-white snowstorm was so intense that visibility was limited.

After what seemed like a lifetime trudging through the snow, feeling the frigid, wintry slush seeping into their boots, the younglings finally made it to the face of a mighty, gargantuan cliff, its face eroded smooth by the unforgiving and weather. Hard pieces of ice, blown across the barren landscape by the howling, unforgivable winds, battered their clothes and faces like shrapnel.

Beneath their feet was a large circle etched into the ice, roughly ten metres across. Intricate designs filled the centre of the circle.

"What now?" a young Human girl yelled, struggling to be heard over the thunderous storm without simultaneously ingesting a mouthful of snow.

"We use the Force. Follow me. Use each other's strength; your efforts combined will make it easier. We will shift this cliff face!" Master Vos responded grandly in a booming voice.

The younglings glanced at each other uneasily. The cliff was imposing, towering a beyond a hundred metres and seemingly stretching to the left and right for eternity. Its grey gaze stared down at them expectantly.

At their head, Master Vos already had commenced.

The younglings uncertainly extended a hand in front of them and reached into the Force. Their eyes screwed shut in concentration.

They drew the Force towards themselves, feeling the connection between themselves and their companions around them.

With a deep, grinding, rumbling sound, the huge cliff face began to shift. The rocks slowly contracted back into the ground. The younglings concentrated harder. A small avalanche of ice, snow and pebbles tumbled down from the falling rocks, triggered by their movement.

At last, the area of the mountain in front of them had been pushed into the ground, revealing an ancient entrance into a gaping cave. The ice and snow fragments from the avalanche cleared.

Master Vos turned and grinned at the younglings.

"Haha! See? That wasn't so hard after all, was it?" He said. "Now, we must get going. The task must be completed within one rotation, and the sun is already beginning to rise!"

The group rushed in after him, already worried that they would not be able to find their crystal in time.