Ahsoka One Shots

Victory

"Come on Commander! You've got this!" Anakin heard shouts from behind the door to the barracks. A few seconds later came loud cheers and whooping, followed by laughter and the oh so familiar banter that always seemed to ensue with the 501st.

"Looks like I missed all the fun." He said, hands by his sides as he walked in.

"General, she's beaten all of us, even Rex!" Echo said as he ran up to the General.

"She?" Anakin was confused, the only "she" he could assume would be here was Ahsoka, and she wasn't even supposed to be awake yet, let alone beating an entire legion of troopers at something. "Who is she and what is she kicking your butts at?" He saw the familiar blue points of Ahsoka's montrals as she stood to greet her master.

"Guess who just beat the entire 501st in arm wrestling? This gal!" She said, still hopping a little from the excitement.

"Congratulations, my very humble Padawan, but I'm fairly certain I told you to go to sleep about four hours ago." He patted her on the back, but quickly changed from proud-older-brother to responsible-mother-hen mode.

"Ya, but you didn't tell me when to wake up." She tried to defend herself, still basking in her victory as various clones came up to pat her on the back and congratulate her.

"Well now it's time to go get real sleep, so go." He tried to push her out the door, but before he could do so she moved away from his grip.

"How about you and me, let's arm wrestle," She said playfully. "You know you'd beat me." She crossed her arms in front of her.

"You're not going to back down are you?" He glared at her with the familiar glare he had gotten from Obi-Wan so much when he was a Padawan, when he was being told to go to bed, or follow some other order given to him.

"Nope."

"Fine, but if I beat you you're coming with me."

"And if I win?"

"You're still coming with me."

"Fair enough," She said, leading him over to the table where she had been wrestling the rest of the legion. "Lose-lose situation, but I'm still gonna kick your butt."

The entire legion had gathered around them as they grasped hands. "That's your robot hand, give me your other one." Ahsoka told him as he held his arm up on the table.

"I'm going to win anyway, might as well make it quick."

"Other hand." He smirked and dutifully followed orders, putting his left elbow up on the table, with Ahsoka doing the same.

"Count us down, Rex." She told him, glaring at Anakin.

"Okay, 3...2...1... Go!"

It was mere seconds before Ahsoka had Anakin's hand inches away from the table. She had taken her eyes off of him to concentrate on his hand, but just as Anakin started muttering, she slammed his hand down on the table. Probably some swear Ahsoka didn't care to repeat.

"Guess you should have gone with the robot hand, ey General?" A nearby clone said, but he quickly backed down when Anakin shot him an annoyed glare.

"Oh now we have to try the metal hand," Ahsoka said, massaging her wrist.

"I let you win."

"Sure you did." He most certainly didn't let her win, and was honestly just amazed at how much strength was packed into such a small body. Anakin could bench 160 pounds, and this kid, had just obliterated him in arm wrestling. Unbeknownst to him, that kid, had just gotten to benching 170. He hadn't seemed to notice the muscle she had been hiding behind her cloak, but now he knew it would be blatantly obvious to him from here on out.

With his metal arm up on the table, and Ahsoka's muscles becoming more and more obvious to him, Rex counted them down again.

It wasn't a few seconds this time, they hit ten, fifteen, twenty seconds, being even in the middle, sometimes swaying to one side or the other. Finally, Ahsoka slowly had his metal arm getting pushed to the table. The cheers of the clones all around them were starting to get deafening, and Ahsoka knew her montrals would be ringing after this. Finally, a metal clunk could be heard against the table.

Ahsoka just stared smugly at her master, who was looking like he had just taken a little ego beating. She crossed her arms and waited for him to say something.

"Not bad, Snips, not bad." His ego melted away and all he could feel now was the pride he felt for his sister. His absolute kick butt sister. Finally, she couldn't hold it in.

"Kriff ya!! I just beat your metal hand."

"Yes, yes you did. Now come on, we need to get back."

"Yes sir," She said, following him out the door. The clones were still buzzing, but let them go after patting her on the back and yelling a few words of excitement.

"Now go to out quarters and I'll meet you there, I have to go talk to Obi-Wan."

"Got it," She said, running off down the hall.

"You let her win, didn't you." Obi-Wan could be heard from behind him.

"Believe it or not, I didn't. I had no idea that girl packed that hard a punch..." He said, still shocked from the incident. "I don't even want to know what kind of damage she could do."

"I don't want to think about it." He told Anakin, leading him off to the council room where they would be briefing on their latest mission.

I didn't really know how to end this, but ya I tried. Anyway, I thought it would be really funny to see Anakin's face after being demolished by a sixteen year old in arm wrestling, so here it is, enjoy.

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