the ninjago academy of jedi | star wars/ninjago au

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 | attack

ASTRA'S BODY SEEMED to freeze in place as the Library shook again. Not happening, her brain insisted. Safe, it said desperately. Ninjago was safe. That was what her parents had said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Lloyd reshelve all the books quickly, his green eyes flashing in fear and adrenaline.

"Astra, we have to go!" Lloyd yelled, and then he was tugging her out of the library when the protective doors shut on all of the precious information, and she sprinted up the stairs with him numbly.

Safe. Safe. Safe. Safe—someone screamed loudly from above them and Astra's brain finally registered that it was not safe, it was very much dangerous, and when the twins burst out of the spiralling staircase and onto the ground floor, Astra saw the first real lightsabers of her life in action.

Her father's blade was blue; the first thing she realised. Zaven's was blue as well, darker than Pa's, but different to Uncle Wu's green. Adeinne had an azure blue lightsaber in her hands as she moved fluidly through the battlefield. What the school grounds had become. Astra bit down on a shriek as a blaster shot ricocheted over her head, folding to the ground on instinct. Nothing from Zaven's class would help her here, why couldn't I get the Armed Combat professor, THREE ISKAVAS.

"Astra!" Lloyd had squished himself behind a large potted planet like she had, clutching his satchel to his chest in short breaths.

"We need to warn the students in the lower floors," Astra realised in horror. "They don't know what's happening, their teachers are up here—"

"We need to organise all the students. Get the firsts on the upper floors to come down to the lecture halls and I'll get everyone on the underground ones." Lloyd gave Astra a short nod, touching his right hand, which was in a two fingered salute to his chest. Astra did the same, and the twins split off in different directions with separate missions.

Astra's head was clear now that she had a goal, a plan already forming in her head. The youngest first. Get the most experienced surrounding them, should we send out scouts, oh why didn't I listen to Pa's lecture on battle strategy closer? She decided to start at the top and work her way doing, her suspicions confirmed that all the teachers had left their students loose in their classrooms.

On the top floor, in one of the Science classes, Astra corralled a small group of kids her age around the level to grab the rest of the kids, working their way down to the sixth, to the fifth, fourth, third, second, first and finally ground in her plan. The only ones who squabbled with her plans were the ones her age, squawking about;

"Why should the assistant tell us what to do?"

"Do you have a better plan, Chad? Shut the hell up and scout out passages, carefully, with Andrea." Astra had instructed. Now the large group of five hundred were attempting stealth sneaking down the stairs. She pushed everyone into groups of fifteen, with two older students amongst the youngest armed with stun blasters they'd raided from a locked classroom (the Internet, thank you for lock picking classes).

When the last group had disappeared down the stairs, Astra debated trying to help out the adults on the ground floor - blaster bolts and lightsaber battles were still raging across the courtyards and open grounds. She saw her mother let off two confident shots that stunned grey and black cloaked people, and decided the adults would have to cope until the students were calm and collected.

Descending into the biggest lecture hall (the seven to eight hundred odd kids were stuffed to the absolute brim in here, honestly, how had Wu and Morro scouted this many out?), Astra began helping Lloyd section everyone into age groups and catalogue inventory of weapons. A team of the oldest students a couple years older than Astra and Lloyd had shaken out of their shock and were building barricades on the doors.