Star Wars Rebels fic: On the Edge of the Devil's Backbone (Chapter 4: Loose Cannons)
Ten years after she vanished during an Imperial raid on a Twi'lek colony, Cham Syndulla sees his daughter Hera for the first time in a hologram – now wearing the uniform of an Imperial agent and apparently working closely with a human Inquisitor. All Cham wants to do is to bring his long-missing child home to what remains of her family, but he soon finds that Hera Syndulla is only interested in two things: her duty to the Empire and her loyalty to her crew, a mismatched collection of outcasts brought together by Hera and her pet Inquisitor.
With Cham and the Rebel agent known as Fulcrum in pursuit, a new mission takes Hera and the crew of the Ghost to the planet Lothal, where a chance meeting with a Force-sensitive teenager awakens something long buried in the Inquisitor once known as Kanan Jarrus…and has dire consequences for Hera, their crew, the Empire, and the fledgling Rebel Alliance.
Chapter 4: Loose Cannons
41K, AU, WIP
The next alley she ducked into was twisting, following the curvature of the buildings on either side, and Ahsoka found herself briefly cut off from the streets on either side of it. Frowning to herself, she quickened her pace.
The Force whispered a warning an instant before she heard a lightsaber ignite.
Ahsoka whirled, her own lightsabers already flying into her hands, the blades hissing into existence in time to catch the scarlet blade a bare few inches from her face as its bearer leapt down from an overhanging roof. Her opponent whirled away, black overskirt flaring out around equally black-clad legs, and ignited the second blade on her saberstaff.
“Really?” Ahsoka said. “Every time?”
There was no response, but then again, Ahsoka hadn’t expected one. Her opponent darted forward, blue eyes bright against green skin over a black half-veil; Ahsoka parried the blow and ducked under one long blade, but even in the narrow space of the alley her opponent managed to keep her lightsaber between them. She was considerably more skilled than the Pau’an Inquisitor on Stygeon Prime had been, without his habit of relying overly on the second blade.
“You know,” Ahsoka said, knocking a blow into the wall beside her and ducking beneath the blade as her opponent pulled it out, close enough that she felt it singe the hem of her hood, “there’s no reason we actually have to do this every time.”