This is a Star Wars fan fiction with both erotica and non erotic elements. I'm mainly making it as an expression of my thoughts on this universe and the relationships between characters. Please enjoy and tell me your thoughts.
Luke Skywalker had been waiting in the hanger of the Home One capital ship for hours now as he had been instructed by his superiors. The last few days had been a complete cluster fuck for him. After being isolated in a swamp receiving Jedi training from a tiny hermit he was struck with a vision of doom through the force. One where his dear friends were captured and killed by Darth Vader and the Empire. His mentors warned him not to go, saying it was a trap and that he wasn't ready to face Vader, but he didn't listen. The result was a duel that he barely survived, an amputated hand, and the horrifying revelation that the father he always looked up to and wanted to be like was the villainous Sith Lord who he'd just lost to. In the end, it was him that needed to be rescued by the very people he was trying to protect. It had become clear to him that he needed a change, a new perspective, and some help. Rebel high command had left him some instructions for what to do next.
Cut off contact with Leia, Lando, Chewbacca, and anyone else he'd grown close to. His presence at the moment put them at risk
Ditch the name Skywalker in favor of an alias. If Vader's spies hear even a whisper of that name, an entire fleet of star destroyers will come and wreak havoc on whatever planet or system it came from. Just like they did to Bespin.
Wait in the hangar for the arrival of your new master.
That last one intrigued him the most. Luke didn't know how many Jedi were still around. Only that the Empire was hunting them to extinction. If the rebels had contact with a Jedi, then he must be a closely guarded secret. Someone he'd never heard about because it's on a need to know basis. He wondered who it would be, he also wondered if they knew anything about his father. It was at that moment when one of the pilots, one he didn't recognize, approached him and sat next to him.
"Hey kid." He said with a smirk. "Never seen you around before, what's your name?"
"Kyle." Luke replied. "Kyle Kataran. I'm from the cell that was on Hoth."
"No kidding? You're lucky to be alive. Where are you headed?"
"I have no idea."
"Those are the best journeys." The stranger said laughing slightly "I've been fighting the Empire for about 6 years now. There's a new adventure every day in this galaxy. And every adventure has its own series of twists and turns. You can lose yourself out there. I'll give one piece of advice. Whatever path you decide to go down, just make sure it's your path.
"I think I can do at least that much."
"Well good. You've got a lot to look forward to Luke. Just keep your head up."
"I will-" He began before realizing the stranger just said his real name. He turned to face the stranger only to find no one there. "I guess that's some kind of weird force thing." He said to himself.
Ahsoka Tano landed her Y-Wing in the hangar of Home One. She'd hardly believed that Rex had kept it after all these years. He even changed the color scheme to match the other fighters. She had other ships she could use of course, but this fighter was subtle and discreet. Perfect for the delicate operation she'd been tasked with.
After landing she swiftly exited and examined herself in a piece of reflective glass nearby. The years had been very kind to her. She obviously wasn't the teenage girl she'd been in the Clone Wars, but for a woman nearing her forties, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were large and firm, her body had a sexy hourglass shape. She slapped her rear end and heard a large audible smack signifying the toned muscle she had built up. Her face had a few wrinkles but nothing major. Her eyes were beautiful and her lips were full. This is exactly how she wanted the young Skywalker to meet her for the first time.
"rrrang bur church ot." Chopper screamed out from the Droid socket.
"I am not being vain!" Ahsoka replied, grabbing a jacket from the cockpit. "First impressions matter a lot. This is a big deal for me."
"Buurt church clok dunq"
"You know, if I didn't need a droid for hyperspace coordinates I would have left you with Hera. Behave yourself for once in your life."
"Urrrrrgh."
"Yeah I'll be sure to tell her you said that. Just watch the damn ship and stay out of trouble."
Ahsoka was right, first impressions did indeed matter. And there wasn't a first impression more important to her than this. The Clone Wars were without a doubt the best years of her life. Looking back she didn't even care that she was a child soldier involved in an alarming amount of war crimes surrounded by death and destruction. She went to many new places, had many new experiences, and made a lot of new friends. Not the least of which was her general and master Anakin Skywalker. She missed him dearly. After Order 66 and the rise of the Empire, she had assumed he was killed. It wasn't until years later she faced the Sith Lord on Malachor and learned the truth, that Anakin was now serving the Empire as Vader. She was determined to turn him back to the light or die trying. A part of her was angry and filled with guilt at the fact she was inexplicably pulled out and saved by an unknown force. When she learned that her old master had a son, and that this son had already been working with the rebellion, it felt like the force had given her a second chance. She couldn't help Anakin anymore. But maybe she could help this boy with his inner demons. It seemed irresponsible to not at least give it a try.
She hadn't been given a name, or a description. High command didn't want to take that kind of risk with such a delicate operation. It didn't matter though, Anakin was known for being incredibly strong with the force. His mere presence overwhelmed some people. If this child had that kind of force potential she'd be able to recognize it pretty easily. Sure enough, she felt intense energy radiating from a young man sitting alone muttering to himself. She approached him slowly and began to introduce herself.
"Hello there." she started "I think you've been expecting me." she discreetly opened her jacket and revealed a pair of lightsabers in one of the inner pockets. Luke was pleasantly surprised. His previous two mentors had been old men but this was a relatively young woman. And she was a Togruta, a species he had only read about. But he knew that his eyes could deceive him and that he should expect the unexpected. He got up and began to walk with her.
"I guess you're the new master I was told about." Luke replied "So what kind of training are we going to be doing."
"It's a variety, just stick with me and you'll be fine. If you're anything like your father you'll do great."
"You knew my father?"
"He trained me. We fought during the Clone Wars together."
"Why didn't Obi Wan tell me about you?"
"Obi Wan and Yoda are part of the old guard. They're purists, intent on preserving the Jedi as they were. That's not going to work. Not in the Empire's galaxy. You need a more non traditional approach. They've never been keen on that, but they weren't keen on you rescuing your friends either, look how that turned out for them." A nearby pallet full of shipping containers was being loaded into one of the freighters when suddenly one of the straps broke and a box began to fall on a worker below. Luke reached out with the force and pushed the box so that it would miss. Leaving the worker unharmed. Ahsoka pulled him away.
"What are you thinking?" She exclaimed. "You can't be seen doing stuff like that."
"He was going to get crushed by that box." Luke replied.
"That's his responsibility, yours is to keep yourself in hiding. The emperor's spies could be anywhere."
"So I'm supposed to just let people get hurt?"
"You're supposed to avoid attention. That is your number one priority. Whatever else you do has to align with that. You need to protect yourself first."
