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It looks like these two really do know each other. Though she has a feeling the two know each other personally. She didn’t care though. She looks around to see the damage this guy caused and it made her mad.

“James and Ben? They’ll be fine,” said Abby as she turns to Vader. “Mind telling us who this guy is?”

She then sees Ahsoka ignite her two weapons, which were a lot like the bad guy’s weapon, except his is red.

“And mind telling what’s up with those weapons you two have?” Abby asked as Lyra made sure to call for some backup just in case.

Darth Vader began slowly approaching the three women as he noticed the other two Ahsoka is with. One is an armored suited woman and the other wearing a strange armor along with a sword and shield. He didn’t know who these two are, but if they are like the two he just fought then he better keep his guard up. But he can sense his former apprentice will want to fight him alone and keep the others out of this.

“I don’t know how you survived, Ahsoka or what this world is. But I suppose it doesn’t matter. Once I dispose of these friends of yours then I will bring you to my master. And after that I will come back to conquer this world to…”

“Excuse me,” Abby moves her arm up. “Yeah, hi. I’m in the middle of a conversation here so before we kick your ass do you mind waiting? Thanks.”

If that kid was going to be fine after being thrown almost literally through a building, then he was tougher than she’d given him credit for.  Maybe they didn’t use the Force in the ways she was most familiar with, but clearly some aspect of it existed in this world.  Even if it was on a level she didn’t, or couldn’t, understand.

“All you need to know is that if he remains here, everyone is in danger.”

She tried to put more emphasis on that last word, hoping Abby and the others would realize the severity of this situation now that they’d finally gotten a good look at him, and what he was capable of.

The former Jedi found it strange that the teenager would bother to ask about their weapons.  They had fairly advanced technology themselves, so what interested her so much about their lightsabers? Surely, something like this must’ve existed here, with what she’d seen. 

“They’re lightsabers,” Ahsoka decided to answer anyway, before focusing her attention on her old master once he addressed her.  She clenched her teeth, taking several steps forward, and flinging an arm out as she and Kanan had often done to protect Ezra.  Powerful as they were, Abby and the others didn’t need to get hurt because of her.  Vader would try anything it took to make good on his promise.

She was about to deliver another warning, when Abby decided to be bold and treat the Sith Lord like he was nothing but a minor inconvenience.  In the moment, she was reminded of Ezra.  Her bravery and strength were admirable, but also reckless.   She should know a thing or two about that last part.

“If you want to help, then you need to make sure he doesn’t focus on you.  He’s a Sith Lord capable of far more than he’s already shown.  I know this is your world, but he’s one of the strongest in mine.”

Ahsoka took in a deep breath, gripping the hilts of her lightsabers tighter.  

“If we’re able to push him out of your world, I’ll answer more of your questions.  When it’s safe.”

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All that thinking and hiding in those early days had trained him to analyze situations quickly and thoroughly. The tactical smarts Hera seemed to like had sprung from there. In that case, he thought, there was one good thing that had come of it. Because looking at her in the pilot’s chair now, he determined that he’d follow her anywhere.

If he didn’t get her killed first. Or if she didn’t do the same to him.

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“I wish I’d never met you.” “Do you have any idea how difficult you’re being?” “Sit down before I put my fist through something.” “I hate you. You hear me? I hate you!” “You’re nothing but a waste of my time.” “Do you want me to hit you? Is that it? Will that help?” “Do me a favour: go fuck yourself.”

“What? I helped.”

“…. I’m stuck in a trap for Nexus…. How is that helping?” Maul replied dryly as he looked back at the Togruta. Right now he could not possibly be happier that he was half droid or they would have had a even bigger problem right now.

“It…could’ve been worse?”  Ahsoka offered.  Truthfully, she hadn’t meant to set anything off, much less put Maul in this position.  At least he was half droid.  These traps were nasty enough he might require some repairs, but his lower half could take just as much punishment as the rest of him.  It did help that there wasn’t a risk of him bleeding out, though.

“At least this trap is smaller than some of the others,” the togruta sighed, feeling guilty.   That probably wasn’t reassuring.

It was hard to believe that was true, but Nexu were vicious, large, and it usually took more than one trap to bring one down this way.  This might’ve been for a juvenile, which were still large enough.

“Here, let me help.”  

“Oh yes i could have had a real leg!” Maul snapped back. Sure he didn’t feel pain in the slightest from the trap but he was gonna spend a few days with some mobility issiues due to the repairs that was gonna be needed…. Not that that would stop the zabrak. At least he wasn’t dyng? That was something.

“There, it’s cut, you can get out of it now.”

Ahsoka hoped he was in enough shape to walk.  If she had to drag him out of here, she would, but it would be a lot better on the both of them if he could.   She went to reclip her lightsaber to her belt, but froze midway.  Four, almost glowing, red eyes were staring from the thick brush nearby.   For a moment, she thought about throwing her saber, but refrained with the knowledge Maul hadn’t seen or sensed the creature yet.

“Behind you,” she whispered, trying to keep the monster from getting agitated before they had a chance to prepare.

One of the good things about nexu, was that they fell quicker than other beasts feared across the galaxy; they didn’t have tough hides, and you needed only to hit the right spots the right amount of times to kill one.   The problem was that they were agile and ferocious predators that wouldn’t stop until they had their prey..or were killed.   The shadow emerging from the brush, the large quills sticking out, and the low growl were all signs that they had, indeed, ironically attracted what this trap was intended for.

And the shape she was seeing looked a lot bigger than a young one.

“It’s not a juvenile.”