𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | Snips & Skyguy Oneshots

Smile Through It All

A/N: hey guys, apologies! I haven't updated this in nearly a week, so sorry about that! I have to do so much work in such little time. A quiz or two per week and a unit test every week-and-a-half to two weeks. Dear math, I hope you get sucked into a black hole because you sure won't be missed <3. Anyways, here's a small update for you :D

TW: This chapter involves violence, harsh language and one swear word. Please read at your own discretion, do not continue if any of this bothers you.

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What class do I have next? She wondered, numbly grabbing her timetable and glancing at it forlornly, utter misery radiating from her Force-signature. Great, pre-calculus taught by my favourite teacher Master Windu. Just perfect.

Securing her chocolate brown Jedi robes around her petite and fragile frame, Ahsoka Tano slipped her hood on, unwilling to show any weakness. As she dragged her feet down to the math wing, she could felt multiple ominous presences approach from behind, sadistic glee evident in their darker Signatures.

Math wing... I still need to go this way- oh, kriff. The Force just loves to torment me, doesn't it? Why do I have to through the longest, darkest, and eeriest hallway in the entire Temple? The young girl sighed in defeat. Windu was most definitely going to embarrass her some way or another upon seeing her arrive to class late, tattered and broken.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, scar-head?" A cold voice jeered from behind. "We haven't given you a proper greeting yet."

"What an unwelcome surprise, Kyrena, (Kai-Reh-Na)" Ahsoka retorted snarkily, quickening her pace.

"How dare you disrespect me, Tano?" snarled Kyrena Bardot (Bar-dotte), rage mounting by the second as her hand itched to move forward, already curled into fists trembling in fury. Oh, how she longed to feel Ahsoka's windpipe being destroyed, crippled from the inside as her puny orange hands clawed desperately at her throat, begging for mercy. What a sight to see that would be, the foolish teacher's pet seconds away from death.

"You have no right to threaten me like that, Bardot," Ahsoka snapped. "You won't be- ahck!"

It was too late; the damage had been done. Kyrena lost her self-control as her hand thrusts forward, fingers slowly curling inward maliciously.

Though still a youngling, the Corellian female was very strong with the Force, very in-tune. As Ahsoka's feet began to lift slowly off the ground, she felt her airway began to close, forcefully as she was choked by way of the Force. Her hands flew to her throat, desperately trying to remove the invisible threat trying to kill her. Yet, the more she panicked, the more the snake winded around her airway, ready to go in for the kill-

But no. Ahsoka was dropped harshly on the ground, left wheezing for air, desperate for the intake of oxygen into her lungs. It's over now... finally. How wrong she was.

"Did you enjoy that, darling?" Kyrena sneered, her goons snickering darkly behind their leader. One of them, known as "Pyke Mini" within the younglings, finally spoke up. "You're a waste of space, darling. You have no friends. You have no future. You're a mistake. You shouldn't be here at the Jedi Temple. It's no place for weaklings like you."

"You're like a vampire, Ahsoka," a Nautolian female jeered. "A vampire who continues to consume the opportunities, resources, and money for yourself when there are much more deserving people out there. Like us."

"Exactly," a male Twi'Lek continued, baring his teeth at the young Togruta. "You have no future, Tano. No Master will want a stupid, foundationless bastard like you."