That won't happen to you

Chapter 5

After a while, Ahsoka gave a small shout of joy.

"I got it," she said.

"You got what?"

"I hacked into the droid's database and found out where my chip is. And yours. And Mila's."

The Togruta looked around until she found the object she was looking for and by telekinesis brought the small knife to her.

"Sit down, I'll get it out for you," she explained to the absolutely shocked Twi'lek.

This was just going a bit fast.

A bit too fast.

Ahsoka sighed as she sensed the woman's emotions.

"No I'm not lying. And no it won't hurt much. I can't sedate you it that makes you feel better. But if you want to stay here..."

She couldn't even finish, the Twi'lek had already sat down on the medical bed so quickly.

Stay here? That was probably out of the question for her.

Ahsoka put a hand on their foreheads.

"Sleep well," she muttered before she sedated the woman with the force and began to cut out her chip."

Her own was in her stomach. No way to get it out without dying...

After a few minutes, Ahsoka knew how to handle knives, the Twi'lek's chip was out, and the resulting wound was wrapped in a white bandage.

Carefully, Ahsoka woke her 'patient' and showed her the metal chip.

"Can you do the same for Mila?" she asked carefully.

Ahsoka nodded.

Immediately, the young mother was on her feet and ran to get her child.

Ahsoka repeated the procedure.

Sarah watched nervously.

"There. Finished," Ahsoka said with a smile.

And her smile froze.

"Finished with what?" Granré's voice echoed behind the three.

"Run," Ahsoka hissed at Sarah.

She looked at her.

Ahsoka pushed Granré against the wall.

"Run," she yelled.

Sarah grabbed her child and ran.
Ahsoka raised her hands and stopped Granré's movements.

Time. Time was the important thing now.

She had to buy them both time.

Forever, the Padawan would not be able to stop the man from moving. She did not have the strength. Not the focus.

Maybe an hour would do it.

But even she couldn't do anything else. Not take a step. Not make a plan.

Just wait.

An hour became an hour and a half.

Ahsoka hoped it would be enough because her power was at a limit here.

Her vision was blurry.

And by her next memory, she was already on the ground.

One moment, she could see a heavy blow from Granré hitting her in the lekkku, then she was unconscious.

Granré was raving. He had lost two slaves.

That Jedi was so...

He could not put his rage into words when he let a rain of blows fall on the unconscious body of the young Togruta.

He hated to lose.

He hated it.

He should have thrown the Jedi away as soon as he found her.

Sell her to someone else.

That would have been the best thing.

But no, he was too stupid.

He wanted to keep her to badly.

And now he had this dilemma.

Great.