Luxsoka One-Shots

skinny dipping in the dark

The ringing of her comm woke Ahsoka up. Groaning, she turned on her left side to check the time on the chrono. It was already 0900 hours, and her comm had over thirty-four messages from Anakin, Obi-Wan, and even Captain Rex.

She hastily slipped on her maroon tunic and clasped the back, making sure it wouldn't slip in battle. Having her tunic come undone was such a tragedy and she didn't want to experience it again after what happened last time. After making sure everything was in place, she clipped her lightsabers to her belt and left the room that sported more of Anakin's shirts than hers, and breathed in the scent of their shared quarters and sighed. Anakin was quite obsessed with the smell of cinnamon, (which "coincidentally" is the same scent of Senator Amidala's perfume,) and had to have it all around the living room.

Chuckling at her master's silliness, she locked the door of their quarters and sprinted down to the conference room. Just because she was Anakin Skywalker reincarnated doesn't mean she had to be late all the time. "Wassup, Masters," she said with a bow. "Sorry I'm late, what'd I miss?"

"Do you train her to be like you, Skywalker?" Master Windu muttered spitefully. "Anyway, now that you're here, we can fully discuss you and your master's new mission. You two will go back to the planet Onderon; King Dendup requests your presence, for some reason. You will go and see what he needs, as he will only talk to you two."

"Critical, it is, that we see what Onderon needs. Newly part of the Republic, they are. Lose this alliance, we cannot."

The ride through hyperspace wasn't anything out of the ordinary: Anakin cracking a joke about a High Council member and Ahsoka going along with it. "You know, we always see Master Windu as a crotchety ol' man, but what if that's a mask? What if he's the king at one-night stands!"

This thought was completely ludicrous. "Master, have you been taking death sticks again? Mace Windu? A king of hit it and quit its? No. That's not possible."

"You're just jealous, Ahsoka. That's my theory and nobody can change my mind." Ahsoka just rolled her eyes and continued to assist with piloting the ship. "You know, I think you're too much of a goody-goody. Like I never see you break the Code. It's funny because I see the Code as a suggestion rather than an actual rule. You know what, go out and get hammered; get pounded. I don't care."

Ahsoka turned her head and flushed a dark color of orange. Why was he talking about this stuff? This was embarrassing having her older brother tell her to break the Code in a very crude way. This was not the way she wanted this conversation to go. "Am I embarrassing you, Snips? Well, I guess if this is making you uncomfortable, then I might as well be asking about your period. Like is it being regular like it's supposed to? How is the—"

"Master STOP!" Ahsoka yelled, covering the part her montrals where the cochlea worked. I do not want to be talking about this. We can stop now.

Anakin started to laugh at his Padawan, which did not make Ahsoka feel any better about the situation. "Sorry, Snips," he said through a flurry of youngling-like sniggers. "But it is my job as your older brother to make fun of you and embarrass you. Sorry. It's just how older brothers work." Giving a wink, he abruptly jerked the Twilight into a stop. "We're here!"

"You're impossible," she muttered while following her master down the ramp. They were greeted by a woman Ahsoka vaguely remembered as Jupa—the King's assistant of some sort.

"This way," she replied with a monotone, gesturing for them to follow her. "King Ramsus Dendup has been waiting patiently for your arrival. Something is wrong, but he won't tell me." Her tone was more clipped than Ahsoka remembered, but she figured it just must've been a stressful situation.