Solo thought of the *Dingyuan*, one of the Beiyang Fleet's main battleships in history. Even after losing power, it continued firing its guns. The name carried both commemorative significance and the auspicious meaning of "resistant to damage."
"The *Dingyuan*?" Lagnos asked, surprised. "Does that name have any special meaning?"
"It was a heroic warship from ancient times," Solo explained briefly. "Though crippled while defending its homeland, it stubbornly held out until victory, repelling the enemy's landing forces."
"Sounds like a brave vessel," Lagnos said, shrugging slightly, his tone now tinged with respect. "I'll update the ship's designation immediately."
"Many heroic tales fade into oblivion over time," Solo remarked wistfully, then steered the conversation back to the mission. "Alright, let's continue discussing the resupply plan."
Two hours later, the *Dingyuan* completed loading and slowly departed Coruscant's orbit, joining two *Consular-class* cruisers waiting there. Together, they jumped into hyperspace.
Captain Lagnos had said the journey to Donovia would take nearly a standard day. Solo decided to use this time for two tasks.
First, he needed to organize the battle plans. Second, he had to figure out Ahsoka's capabilities.
When Solo found Ahsoka on the bridge, the Little Togruta was staring blankly at the holographic sandtable, her face etched with confusion.
"What's wrong? Brain overloaded?" Solo chuckled, patting her shoulder.
"How can they remember so much data?" Ahsoka asked, looking up with a pout. "The ships' firing ranges, the tanks' speeds, the fighters' fuel consumption... It's terrifying!"
"That's normal. You're just getting started," Solo reassured her. "Once you become an officer, all this will be ingrained in your mind. Come with me to my quarters. I need to know what you're capable of... not just combat skills."
Half an hour later, they found the quarters assigned by the Captain. The cabin wasn't large, but it had separate sleeping and training areas.
Ahsoka's quarters were next door, decorated more warmly.
Solo had Ahsoka sit down in his cabin, crossed his arms, and adopted a "mentor" pose.
"Tell me about yourself, Padawan."
"Tell... tell you what?" Ahsoka asked nervously, her small hands clutching the hem of her tunic.
"First, your lightsaber form, the Force techniques you know, and... what kind of sweets you like."
"Sweets?" Ahsoka blinked, narrowing one eye. "Master, why are you asking about that?"
"I'm your Master, of course I need to know your preferences," Solo chuckled. "But sweets are secondary. Let's focus on your techniques first."
Ahsoka finally relaxed. "I've been studying Ataru," she said softly. "Master Yoda even praised me! As for Force techniques, I know Force Push. I think... I'm pretty good?"
She finished speaking, tilted her head, and looked at Solo with wide, blinking eyes, as if to say, "I'm done now."
Solo understood perfectly.
Ataru, the fourth lightsaber form, emphasized agility and speed, making it ideal for one-on-one duels. However, its defensive capabilities were weak, particularly against blaster fire, perfectly complementing Ahsoka's impulsive nature.
"I don't know much," Solo admitted truthfully. "Meditation is about the only thing I'm proficient in." Before his transmigration, he had been an ordinary person. Mastering the Force at all was already impressive; he had no advanced techniques to speak of.
He retrieved two training lightsabers from a storage crate and tossed one to Ahsoka. "This space is small, so no need to break anything. Just show me the basic Ataru movements."
"Alright!" Ahsoka's eyes lit up as she immediately activated her lightsaber, the orange blade humming to life.
She crouched slightly, leaning forward into Ataru's classic starting stance.
Her movements were precise and explosive.
Solo, however, didn't activate his lightsaber. Instead, he closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and immersed himself in the flow of the Force.
He knew that using his half-baked Shi-Cho against Ataru would be a losing battle. His only hope was to rely on the Balance Order's precognitive abilities to anticipate her moves.
"Master? You're not ready yet!" Ahsoka said, puzzled by his stillness.
"Attack me," Solo said calmly, opening his eyes.
"But..."
"No hesitation. Attack."
Before the words had fully left his lips, Ahsoka moved with lightning speed, her lightsaber whistling through the air as she slashed from the side.
Solo instantly activated his lightsaber, the blue blade precisely intercepting the orange one. The force of the impact made his arm tingle slightly.
Instead of resisting, he stepped forward, shifting his weight onto his lightsaber and skillfully deflecting the strike.
For the next few minutes, Ahsoka launched a relentless series of attacks, each strike swift and ferocious. Yet Solo anticipated every move, effortlessly parrying each blow.
Solo had seen enough. Ahsoka's technique was flawless, but she was too easily swayed by her emotions. When attacking, she prioritized speed over defense, and panicked the moment her strikes were blocked.
"Enough," Solo said, retracting his lightsaber and signaling Ahsoka to stop.
Ahsoka deactivated her lightsaber with a hint of frustration and walked over to sit beside Solo, her head bowed.
"Your swordsmanship is excellent, but there's a major flaw... you're too easily controlled by your emotions," Solo said, his tone serious. "Remember, you're not just a Jedi Padawan. You'll also be my second-in-command, responsible for commanding troops. If you charge into battle recklessly, your soldiers will have to abandon their defensive positions to rescue you, and then it won't just be your life at risk."
He paused, then emphasized his point: "The obstacles you can easily leap over with the Force, ordinary Clone Troopers can't. The blaster bolts you can deflect, they can't withstand. As a commander, your life isn't just your own—it belongs to your soldiers too. Don't gamble their lives on your impulsiveness."
Ahsoka looked up, her eyes wide with shock. It was clear she had never heard such words before.
Solo knew that changing Ahsoka's personality wouldn't happen overnight, but he needed to make her understand the weight of the title "Commander."
"But... if we don't charge in with our lightsabers, how are we supposed to fight?" Ahsoka blinked her wide eyes, her face a mask of confusion. In her mind, Jedi combat meant lightsabers drawn, the Force as her ally.
Solo sighed and flicked her forehead gently, watching her face scrunch up in comical annoyance. "Use your brain, Ahsoka! Jedi aren't just combat robots chained to their lightsabers. You have precognitive abilities, telekinesis, danger sense, and tactical awareness. Using all those skills is what makes you a Jedi. Otherwise, you're no different from a brute who just swings a blade."
He paused, then offered a more concrete example: "Imagine you're operating a rapid-fire blaster. An average soldier might hit ten out of a hundred shots, and those would be spread across multiple enemies. But you can use the Force to predict enemy positions. With a hundred shots, you could hit every vital point, leaving no enemy alive. Understand?"
Solo tried to imitate Jack Sparrow's exaggerated gestures, even raising his eyebrows deliberately. Unfortunately, he lacked Sparrow's expressive eyebrows and natural flair for performance, making him look rather clumsy instead.
Ahsoka froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders continued to shake, suppressed giggles escaping through her fingers.
"I-I'm sorry, Master," Ahsoka stammered, her face flushed. "I didn't mean to..."
Solo waved it off, not taking offense. Getting the young girl to relax was an unexpected bonus.
Still, he wasn't entirely confident. His explanation had been purely theoretical; he'd never tried it himself, and there were no similar experiences in the original owner's memories.
Logically, though, if a Jedi Master could deflect over a dozen blaster bolts per second, using the Force to guide a blaster's aim shouldn't be too difficult.
*I need to find a chance to test this later,* he mentally noted.
"There's one more thing to remember," Solo said, his tone shifting from playful to serious. "Never underestimate the Clone Troopers. They're trained by the galaxy's top experts, especially the Special Forces. Their tactics and combat experience far surpass those of us 'armchair general' Jedi. We need to learn from them."
He sized Ahsoka up and down, then added, "The Temple didn't have time to prepare armor for you, and we probably won't find anything that fits on the ship. But at least get a blaster from the quartermaster."
"Is that so I can shoot robots with perfect accuracy, like you said?" Ahsoka immediately understood.
"That's part of it," Solo explained. "More importantly, it's for dealing with fighters. The Separatist Alliance's Lucrehulk-class warships are massive, three-kilometer-long donuts that can carry fifteen hundred Vulture Droids. If those things swarm us, a lightsaber alone won't cut it. Shooting down a few with a blaster is better than just waving your lightsaber around and cursing."
Ahsoka nodded thoughtfully, this time offering no rebuttal.
Solo pulled a multi-pocketed utility belt from his backpack and handed it to her. "It's got compressed rations, a water canteen, and a communicator that can directly contact me. Don't lose it. Now come with me to the bridge. We only have one standard day left to formulate a battle plan and get some rest... We've got a busy time ahead."
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