#For Rex it’s his gun and Ahsoka her braid

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broke: Ahsoka and Rex swap outfits and it’s horribly obvious plus fits badly

woke: Ahsoka and Rex swap outfits and look absolutely amazing in their new fits

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Summary: Rebels would often raid ships of old for parts, med supplies, you name it. But when our favorites from Phoenix squadron find a box of old transmission files from the Clone Wars, Rex and Kanan have to deal with the memories. Not alone. Never alone.

TW: suicide mention, death.

1. Found

“We found these in an abandoned ship.” Kanan said, holding up the box of transmission files.

Ahsoka’s expression hardened, “understand that you might find things you don’t want to know in the past.”

“Oh, you’re watching them with us.” Rex said

She paused and stared at the box, almost in a trance like state before nodding. She followed them onto the Ghost and sat down, fishing out the first one. She plugged it in, ignoring the feeling of dread she had in the pit of her stomach.

Jesse appeared on the screen, sitting at a desk and painting his helmet. A woman sat on the edge of the desk next to him, looking over her shoulder. It seemed to be from old security footage.

“General Skywalker said that commander Tano will be coming back today so me and my vods are gonna surprise her with these helmets.” Jesse explained, nearly bouncing in his seat as he did so.

It made something in Ahsoka’s chest ache, clasping her hands together in front of her on the table as they watched.

“I think she will like it.”

Isla. Ashoka recognized her finally, knowing she looked familiar. Isla was a weapons specialist and would build new toys for the army as well as fix the old ones. She always had oil on her cheek when Ahsoka saw her but she seemed freshly showered here. She was very clearly wearing one of Jesse’s shirts, the regulation blacks, and a pair of leggings.

Jesse put the helmet on and she nearly grinned at him, feeling the excitement coming off of the man.

“It’s as beautiful as the man underneath it.” She said, placing a gentle kiss to a dry part of the helmet.

“Not as beautiful as the woman on my desk.” He remarked

She took one of his hands and squeezed it.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” She said.

He repeated it back to her, taking the helmet off to do so. The transmission ends, Ahsoka gripping the edge of the table now. Rex also didn’t look like he was doing too well with this, a little paler than before. He sat next to Ahsoka.

“He had somebody waiting for him.” She said.

“I told her. She has one of his older helmets and she’s okay. If that helps.”

“Who was she?” Hera asked

“Her name is Isla, she was a specialist in the war. Made weapons. She had a soft spot for our battalions…me, Skywalker, and Kenobi. She would bring blankets, food, and guns. Quite frankly, I think if the rebellion knocked on her door she wouldn’t give it a second thought.” Rex answered

Ahsoka smiled sadly, “we should call her. I will. Do you know where she’s at?”

Rex nodded and followed Ahsoka out to make a call to Isla.

2. CT-5555

Isla was older than her transmissions self. Her greying brown hair was long and braided behind her, brown eyes able to cut through steel. Her expression became very warm though, a grin breaking out on her face as she hugged Rex and Ahsoka.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see the two of you. And who is this skeleton crew of misfits?” She said, turning to the others.

Introductions under way, they head onto the ship.

“So there were others who married or had an attachment to the clones?” Sabine asked

“Well, yes and I knew the others. We had a group chat. It was more like a support group for the spouses and loved ones of the clone army, that’s how it started and we would message each other frequently.”

“Are…there more of you?” Rex asked

“Ophelia is still around but she’s very retired. Don’t even ask her, I tried and she started yelling at me in Mando’a. Clone force 99 taught her some very colorful words, it seems.”

“But it’s only you two?”

Isla stopped and took both of Rex’s hands in hers. She gave a nod to Ahsoka, silently asking her to give them a moment alone. The other went ahead and sat down for the next transmission.

A twi’lek woman, dressed in Kaminoan medic attire, appears on the screen and she looks angry. “They’re lying to us, to all of us. I believe Fives. Why can’t you?”

Eminsiba, they’d call her Siba.

“Why would the Kaminoans betray us like that?” Mace Windu asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s war, there is no playing equal or right in war.” She responded

Before he could reply, Master Windu was pulled away to counsel duty but this gave Siba time to send a call out to Kamino.

“I’m coming. Tell him I’ll be there….please, Echo. I don’t know how much time we have but I have a theory and I need to be there. For him. For all of you.”

The transmission ended, but not before Isla had returned.

“Siba was one of the more known medics. She worked under Ophelia and was like an apprentice of sorts to her. She was assigned to what was known as the Domino squad.” Isla explained

“She joined the chat not long after she joined as a medic. Unfortunately, Tup’s inhibitor chip had malfunctioned and nobody believed the science of it. He was executed for murdering a Jedi. Fives figured it out but was shot by Fox. Realizing the fate of everything….” Isla paused and looked directly at Ahsoka.

“She mixed medicines. Fox was the one that found her.”

Ahsoka frowned at this information, “because nobody listened.”

Isla sat next to her and took one of her hands, shaking her head before she spoke.

“Because she lost the love of her life and knew soon enough that there was nothing she could do to save the Jedi. It’s not your fault, don’t you dare.”

“Maybe we should take a break from these.” Hera suggested

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Is there a way to make tea on this ship?” Isla asked

Chopper showed her to the kitchen, where she made tea and returned with the tray.

“Sorry if he’s giving you trouble.” Kanan said as he noticed Chopper being incredibly obstinate to actually helping.

Isla chuckled, “he’s delightful.”

Chopper chirped in delight at this, repeating “I’m delightful” over and over again. It got a laugh from Isla, light and airy.

Her laugh was Jesse’s favorite sound.

3. Heaven Help The Fool

Tea cups drained, most of the group had decided to get some sleep as Rex, Ahsoka, Kanan, and Isla decided to keep going. Hera was flying right now, giving Kanan’s hand a squeeze before heading to the cock pit. Darkness filled the ship, silent besides the next transmission that lit up the walls.

“That’s her. Ophelia.” Rex said as the woman appeared on the screen.

She had striking blue eyes, blonde hair in a messy bun, and she radiated an unspoken warmth that shone through her eyes and smile. She was cupping the face of a clone, who was smiling back at her. Young and hopeful.

“Kix and I will be here if things go wrong. You guys will do just fine and when you come home, I’ll patch up your scrapes and we can have your favorite soup. Okay? I love you, Echo.”

“I love you too, mesh’la.”

“Get a room.” Fives remarked, Ophelia throwing a pillow at him from a nearby bunk with a laugh.

“You’re just upset Siba is away with Skywalker.”

Fives rolled his eyes as the transmission ended.

“At least this one wasn’t tragic.” Ahsoka said

“Sorry to say, it’s a two sider.” Isla said as she flipped it over and put it back in.

Ophelia was there, watching him blow himself up. She couldn’t breathe, it felt like, and was quiet the whole time. The others were worried, but she wouldn’t budge. Wouldn’t speak. She went back to the med bay to work on reports.

“Lia….” Kix said softly as she walked in.

“Don’t.” She croaked out, tears filling her eyes immediately

“Don’t….” She said again, voice barely above a whisper as Kix approached her and wrapped his arms around her

She began to thrash against him, screaming as the tears began to fall. She wiggled out of his grasp and started throwing medical supplies. Gauze, scalpels, anything. She knocked over a few trays, shattered glass as the sobs erupted from her. Kix stopped another medic from injecting her with a sedative, watching her as she trashed the med bay.

Ophelia crumbled, falling to her knees as she continued to sob loudly.

“Go get Fives.” Kix told one of the medics and before long he was there.

Ophelia has calmed enough, a shock blanket wrapped around her as she sat in Kix’s office. Her eyes were puffy, she did not blink as he stitched up the cuts on her hands from throwing sharp objects.

“I knew….”

When she spoke, both Fives and Kix stopped moving and looked at her. As if she was a frightened animal.

“You don’t get to grow old with a clone. We all know that. We love anyways…because even temporary is enough but he was young. We didn’t even have a chance….after the war we were going to get married.”

Tears came again but fell much more silently than before. The transmission ended. Silence fell between the group before Isla stood.

“If you will excuse me, I think I’m going to go dust off the group chat.”

Rex smiled sadly at her about that, watching her go.

“Did you have someone, Rex?” Kanan asked

Rex nodded, “but it ends in tragedy too.”

He left it alone, not prying for further information from the clone.

“We should sleep.” Ashoka said, nobody protesting that as they all retired for the night.

Ophelia had shorter hair now, body littered in scars and a cane leaning against the table. Her and Isla were sitting there drinking caf and laughing.

“I remember, you looked Skywalker dead in the face and told him if he didn’t let you bandage up his wounds you’d take his other hand.”

Ophelia smiled, “we were all a little tired…right?”

Her smile left when she saw Rex, the demeanor of the room changing.

“Ahsoka, Rex. It’s wonderful to see you two.”

“I heard you were retired. What are you doing here?” Rex asked, sitting down by her.

“Isla called me. She made a very convincing argument about telling the empire to fuck themselves. I also had two tag alongs, they were adamant about not letting me limp alone through the galaxy.”

Echo was asleep on a makeshift bed in the corner, grey stubble on his chin and bags under his eyes enough to express how heavy everything truly had been.

Rex smiled warmly, “happy to have you all here.”

“It’s good to see you….” Omega paused when she saw Hera heading to the cockpit.

“Is that….?”

Ophelia nodded with a soft smile, “it is.”

Omega almost ran over to her, the two of them very excited to see each other after all this time.

“How can we help, Captain?” Ophelia asked.

Rex explained the transmissions before they all sat down to watch them. Ophelia made a face at them having found hers but then felt her heart drop into her stomach at the next one, staring at it before Rex took it from her to start it.

4. Good Soldiers

Echo had awoken a short while after it began and joined them. Ophelia grasped Echo’s flesh hand and gave it a squeeze when she saw what popped up on the transmission.

Ophelia stood with a group of clones in black and red. A few years had passed between these transmissions, apparent in the aging of the nat borns around the clones. Ophelia had cut her hair at this point, wearing it half up and half down. She looked exhausted and had a few new scars as well as what seemed a permanent scowl. The light had been shut off inside of her, it seemed. They were on a ship, The Marauder. Everybody seemed tense.

“There’s no way the Jedi would commit treason. Something isn’t right here.” Tech said, fiddling with his comms to see if he could find anything else out.

“Fives was right, wasn’t he?” Ophelia asked after several moments of silence

Echo looked right at her and frowned, “we can’t be sure. Why would the Kaminoans put a murder chip in our heads?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Ophelia asked back at him, lending to more silence.

Crosshair and Hunter stumbled in, both very angry at each other.

“The war is over, Crosshair. We don’t have to do this.” Ophelia remarked, frowning as she saw Hunter and him glaring at each other.

“He let the kid go.”

Kanan seemed to stop breathing for a minute.

“I did what was right. I thought you were a man of honor too.” Hunter said, still glaring daggers.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” Crosshair quipped before leaving the room.

“Hunter. You did the right thing and now that child has a chance. If we die, I’ll rest easy knowing that there may be some Jedi left in this world.” Ophelia said

Echo shook his head and glared out of the window into hyperspace.

“The war isn’t over. We have to do something.” He said

“And we will.” Hunter replied

“I’ll go talk to Cross.” Ophelia said, disappearing down the hall towards the bunks.

“What is your problem?” He asked her

“My problem!? Last time I checked I wasn’t the child slayer 3,000. You have got to pull it together, we need you. You are…you’re our brother.”

“I am no brother to you. You’re a nat born, a silly human who is beneath me.”

That stung a little and shut her up, fists clenching at her sides. She shook her head and left.

The transmission ended.

“You.” Kanan said

“It was. Me and Hunter stood there on that cliff when you jumped. I would have died there under blaster fire if it wasn’t for Hunter and I’m…so glad it’s you.” Ophelia said with a gentle smile

It fell quick though, “both sides lost so much that day. Crosshair joined the empire. Bastard shot me in the leg and arm from 10 clicks away once, gave me scars.”

“We were like a family. Closest thing you could get to it.” Echo said

Ophelia smiled slightly at him, squeezing his hand again. “There’s a new family here now. We should call Hunter and tell him.”

Echo nodded and left the room with her to do so.

5. CT-7567

Rex saw the name carved onto the disk and immediately shoved it into the transmission reader. He had to know if this would tell him what happened to her. Isla hadn’t been able to say much, unfortunately.

“Careful, you might break it.” Ezra said

The transmission came to life, Obi Wan standing there with a woman. She had green eyes, brown hair braided into a coronet on top of her head. She was wearing a military issued tunic, black leggings, and black boots. This was from the last day he heard from her. She had called him on their way to Utapau which meant this was right before she called him as they hadn’t left yet.

Something was very obviously troubling the woman.

“I can keep a secret, you know.” Kenobi said, something unreadable shining in his eyes.

“I know. It’s inappropriate, completely out of line. I would be kicked out of the order, I can’t….”

He could practically feel the distress pouring off of her and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Aurora, it’s okay. You’re safe here…both of you are.”

She placed a hand on her stomach and smiled sadly, “I’m so happy. I haven’t told him yet. But I’m also scared. 2 months along. There hasn’t been time with the war, I never see him…”

He nodded in understanding. “After Utapau, you should tell him.”

Aurora gave a nod and the physical transmission ended. There was crackling however, which prompted Rex to leave it in.

“I think that’s it, we should move onto the next one.” Kanan said but then the woman reappeared.

The image kept cutting out but she had splatters of blood on the tunic and her cheek. She had tears streaming down her face too, looking directly into the transmission. Rex paled at the sight of it.

“This is Aurora Steele, calling from Utapau. Obi Wan and I….under attack….Cody unstable….they keep repeating order 66…”

The transmission cuts out then entirely, truly over now. Rex’s jaw is clenched, arms crossed over his chest.

“We were married but it was a secret. Jedi weren’t allowed personal attachments but a few of them knew and still let her keep her title.” Rex offered, knowing they wouldn’t know this information.

“I never knew she was pregnant. She never came home. General Kenobi told me he lost her, that she took off in an escape pod to come look for me.”

Silence filled the ship, Hera and Kanan sharing a look. Rex shook his head, “Isla told me she got a weak transmission from the outer rim a few months ago but there’s no way. I….I need a minute.”

He left to his own room, door shutting behind him. Hera shot Kanan another look and he sighed.

“I think he needs space.”

“Sure, for now. But you both lost a lot because of what happened and you should go talk to him.” She said

He nodded and then grabbed the next transmission file.

“We should keep going. Give him some time.”

Hera shot him another look at that and he shot one back to her before grabbing the next tape.

6. Prodigy

Kanan wasn’t expecting his old master to appear on the next transmission and he felt like his heart was being squeezed as he watched. Aurora was with her, the two of them kneeling next to each other in a meditation of sorts. Even though both of their eyes were closed, they spoke out loud to one another.

“I heard you and Kenobi are going to Utapau to greet General Grevious.” Depa said

“Ah yes, war is the best topic to speak up while trying to connect with the force.” Aurora remarked with a tiny smile

“What are you going to do after the war is over?” Depa asked

Aurora opened her eyes now to find the other woman already looking at her.

“Honestly? Take some time away. Find somewhere quiet and lay low for about a year. Maybe longer. You?”

“Hopefully continue Caleb’s training and train others. He has much promise, I know he will become a very talented and strong Jedi knight.” Depa said

Kenobi had entered the room then, “I apologize for the interruption but I need to borrow Aurora to prepare.”

Aurora stood, “you’re right. Caleb will be quite the successor for you.”

The transmission ended then. Kanan was trying to swallow the lump in his throat, immediately leaving the room after it ended. Hera went after him, the door shutting leaving silence behind.

7. CC-2224

Kyra. She appeared on the transmission. Her skin was darker in the sun, brown eyes full of hope and dark hair blowing in the wind. She was an aviation technician and she loved every minute of it.

“I’ve almost got this ship back up and running. Did you need anything else, Commander?” She asked, looking up at Cody now.

She had an oil smudge on her cheek and her hair was in a messy bun, secured by a spanner wrench.

“No, that should do it.”

“Hey, I’m….I have a question.” She said

“You know you can ask me anything.” Cody replied, indicating this isn’t the first or first few times they’ve spoken.

“Are you really going to Utapau?”

Cody looked at her, really looked at her with a softened gaze.

“You know it’s my duty. It’s what I was made for.” He said

“I hate it. I hate not knowing if you’re coming home or not.” She said, tone more hushed.

“I know, ca’tra.” He said, frowning a bit now. “When this is over, we can go wherever you want.”

She smiled at that, it lighting up her whole face.

“Somewhere only we know.” She said

The transmission ended.

“That was the reality for all of us.” Isla said, smiling sadly.

“Isla, I’m so sorry.” Ahsoka said.

She could tell it was weighting heavy on the woman and shook her head.

“I know what happened to Jesse, I don’t blame you or them. I blame The Empire. I blame Palpatine. I blame the Kaminoans. I could never blame you. Or Rex.” Isla said, hand resting on top of Ahsoka’s now.

“He was the love of my life and I’m better for knowing him. I used to be such a bitter and grumpy weapons technician. I was angry at the world until he showed me joy, laughter, love. I would do it all over again.” She said, a tear getting away from her.

“You’re not going to believe who I’ve gotten into contact with!” Ophelia exclaims as she enters the room, a holo device in her hands.

Isla perked up at that, “there’s more?”

More tears started to fall between the both of them, “there’s more. Kyra, Fiona, and Chandra are on their way. Chandra already has a rebel cell and would be bringing reinforcements. I’ve even convinced Emilie.”

At this point, Ahsoka has taken Isla’s hand and given it a gentle squeeze. She smiled, squeezing her hand back. This was the best news.

8. CT-6116

When they said Chandra already had a cell, they weren’t expecting it to be at least 20,000 people. She had a helmet tucked under her arm as she approached them.

“I heard someone likes to collect helmets around here. You can’t have this one but I have several others if you wanna take a look.” She said

Ezra’s face lit up at that for a minute before he cleared his throat, “yes ma’am. Thank you.”

Chandra nearly grinned at that, “I see the Jedi training is still going strong in the younger generations.”

He was eyeing the one under her arm, “why is that one painted green?”

“It belonged to my husband, he was a Captain who worked with….” She stopped when she saw Kanan.

“Caleb.”

He froze at the name and looked at her, “Chandra.”

“I’m so thrilled to see you. When I heard of Depa…I’m so sorry.” She said

“It’s uh…it’s Kanan now. Kanan Jarus.”

She nodded, “I understand.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked her.

“What’s wrong?”

He pulled Chandra off to the side and explained that Grey sacrificed himself to let Kanan get away. She nodded and clenched the helmet a little tighter. She then dropped it and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

“Thank you….”

“You were going to have all the fun without us, Lia.” Fiona said as she approached

“I was getting around to it.” Ophelia said, smiling sheepishly.

Emilie had a cybernetic arm and was a Togruta. She seemed a bit withdrawn from the situation and was looking around cautiously. Ahsoka went to greet her, which made her seem to relax a bit. They all had to disperse to other areas due to the amount of people as well as getting everybody settled into Phoenix Squadron.

Ahsoka and Emilie went off to talk to each other, leaving Rex, Kanan, Ezra, and Isla. The next transmission had Emilie in it, with Kix in what appeared to be somebody’s private quarters.

“You need to be more careful with this information.” She said

“I have to save my brothers.” Kix replied, unable to look at her.

“I understand it, I’m not saying you shouldn’t help them. I’m only asking you to be more careful.” Emilie said, looking at him.

The side of his head, his tattoo.

“I’m asking, as your wife, to be safe.”

“Imireh-“ “don’t use my real name.”

He sighed and finally looked at her before going to sit next to her on the bed now. Their bed.

“I will try my best to keep my research as quiet as possible but I have to know. This virus? I don’t believe in it. Something happened to Tup that could affect all of us and I can’t let it happen.” He said

She nodded and smiled slightly, “I understand. I will be with you.”

Kix rested his forehead against hers and they both closed their eyes. He was about to kiss her when someone burst into the room, coming to kidnap Kix. They knocked Emilie out and the transmission ended.

“Imireh was the name I was born with. I prefer Emilie because I don’t remember too much of my life. I had amnesia.” She said, “long story. Anyhow…they got to Kix before he could tell the Jedi about the inhibitor chips. When I came to, I was locked in a cell. I haven’t found him yet but a part of me thinks he’s still out there….”

“You’ve had a very busy life, then.” Kanan said

This made her laugh, “yes. Quite.” She sat down then.

“Next transmission?” She asked, reaching into the box.

“I put these in a box somewhere. I can’t remember. I stored them on an abandoned clone ship. I’m surprised anybody found them but equally delighted. My plan is working.” She said

“What plan is that?” Rex asked

“I have given the gift of several angry war torn widows, a bigger battalion of rebels, and the best damn medic in the galaxy. We’re here to take down the fuckers who stole the future, unrightfully robbed us all of what should have been. What almost was. Anger does not need to be negative, a means of suffering. Good people are angry…and they’re here now to help.”

“Is…she with you?” Rex asked

Emilie looked at Rex and stopped rummaging in the box.

“No. Nobody’s heard from her for many rotations. She comes and goes so she’s either dead or slashing her way through some very unlucky bucket heads.”

That was somewhat comforting, but not enough. She put the next tape in without letting anybody else get a word in.

9. CT-1010

A Togruta woman appeared on the next transmission. She had a more orange tint to her skin, white lines thin but striping down her body, like a tiger. Her facial markings were white dots, one above and below each eye to make 4.

Kavra walked in to find Fox passed out on his desk. She sighed and set the fresh cup of caf down, shaking him gently. He startled awake before looking around. He sighed and rubbed his head where it was on the desk.

“You should get more sleep.” She said

“There’s so much to do…” he sighed

“If you don’t march your ass home for sleep, I’ll drag you myself.” She said

“I’d like to see you try.”

Kavra sat on the edge of his desk then.

“You’ve actually been sleeping less and less. You keep waking up in the middle of the night. What’s going on?” She asked

Fox shook his head, “if I talk about it, I relive it.”

She knew this was about Fives immediately and frowned.

“I know it’s not easy and I’m sorry.”

“I had to shoot him, Kavra. I had…he…I killed my brother.”

She truly saw it then, the exhaustion deeper around his eyes, the guilt within them.

“Let’s go home, please. You need rest, even if you don’t sleep.”

Fox didn’t protest at all, standing up as the transmission ended.

“I guess I never thought to check if it bothered him. He always made it seem like he had it together.” Rex said, sighing.

“What happened to him?”

“Absorbed by the empire, like the rest of them.”

Kavra was here in person already, having come with Chandra.

“I was a spy. I worked briefly for the empire and I would send everything, anything, to Chandra but we didn’t stay together. He was different after the order. They all were.”

She sat down, smiling a bit at Rex.

“It’s very good to see you, regardless of the circumstances, and I’m so glad you’re not…that you’re with us. Rory will be thrilled. She’s coming, I talked to her yesterday. Her and Kyra are together, like you and Cody would be, leaving a trail of dead troopers behind them. She’s not how she used to be, however. Keep that in mind.”

Rex looked surprised, this being the only time anybody was able to give him an update on his wife.

“She’s alive?”

“She’s alive.”

10. Active

There was a flicker across the transmission.

“Did somebody put another one in?” Ezra asked

A young woman with short brown hair popped up, one eye green and the other brown. She had a scar running down her cheek from under her eye and looked hopeful.

“Hello?” The female asked

“Hi?” Ezra responded

“You can hear me!”

“This is active, this isn’t an archive. Get me coordinates.” Hera said, looking at Chopper.

He beeped excitedly, waving his hands around as he went to do so.

“My name is Elora and I can sense a very strong force presence on your ship. Don’t be afraid, I’m one of you. I need your help. Permission to board?”

“This could be a trap.” Kanan said

“We don’t turn people away.” Hera said before adding, “permission granted.”

Elora attached her ship to theirs and entered. Zeb stood there, ready to escort or detain her depending on her intentions. She understood and followed him. She stopped when they walked into the room, practically staring at Rex. She felt her heart leap into her throat at the sight of him before looking at the others.

“My mother and aunt Kyra are in danger. We were trying to infiltrate a star destroyer and they discovered my mom was a Jedi. They’re imprisoned and I don’t know where, I got away.”

“Wait a minute. You said Kyra is your aunt and your mom is a Jedi.” Ezra said

“Yes. My mother’s name is Aurora Steele. She told me to go find my father and it has taken longer than I’ve wanted it to. I was starting to doubt any clones are still alive.”

Rex was speechless. She looked like her mom, although she had one brown eye that was like his and he saw her hair was very dark and curly. Like a clones but longer, down to her chin. He stood then and she looked over at him.

“Is it true then? She’s alive and you’re here.” Rex said, still having a hard time grasping the reality of this.

He thought he lost Aurora to order 66, his unborn child with her but he was wrong to doubt her strength. Her resilience.

“Are you Rex?” She asked

“Yes.”

“Yeah, it’s true. She’s alive and here I am, but we can’t waste too much time. I don’t want them selling mom off to the highest bidder.” She sighed

“They would do that?” Kanan asked

“Or kill her, yes.”

They began to move then, ready to help her. Rex stood next to her in the cock pit as they took off into hyperspace, really looking at her now.

“You’re not quite what I imagined either.” She offered with a slight smile.

“If I had known, I would have come to find you both.” He said

“She knows that, which is why she didn’t. She felt it, she knew it, that you hadn’t turned. That you didn’t have your inhibitor chip. Her intuition is so strong and she believes in you so much, she knows.”

Rex had to look away at that, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“She tells me all the time how my father is a good man. If it’s weird for you, I can call you Rex. I can’t imagine throwing all of this at you is easy.” Elora said

Rex reached out and took her hand, “I would love to be your dad.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand, “good. I’m going to need my dad to help me find my mom and aunt…”

They jumped into hyperspace, beginning the next adventure.

[kenobi-gen-exchange]

OBI-WAN KENOBI GENFIC EXCHANGE 2020 MASTERPOST

Hello there!

Thank you to everyone who participated last year in 2020! As we begin our newest year, we'd like to showcase all the wonderful works made in 2020 for our exchange!

They're ordered alphabetically below the cut, and you can view our 2019 masterlist as well here.

Acts of Service by Shadaras

Summary: Obi-Wan answers the encoded comm he'd given to the Organas years ago. Leia's on the other end, and she has a request.

All we are, and all we have... by TexasDreamer01

Summary: Maul inhaled.

This was unusual, given his certainty that this time he had died.

And If You Close Your Eyes by Be_Right_Back

Summary: Does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all?

Rex finds out from Ezra that Obi-Wan is on Tatooine. He has go to see for himself.

a worthwhile endeavour by wrennette

Summary: They were currently at nearly 36 hours since Obi-Wan last slept, which meant that tonight, they'd be breaking out the big guns. Ahsoka knew the routine by now, the major points practiced enough that she could improvise a little to keep her Master from catching on.

Co-Commanders Tano and Cody have a plan.

Ben the Spy by AsadHermitStory

Summary: “Are you a spy?” FN-2187 asked without preamble. FN-2187 definitely wasn’t a spy, for he was not capable of disguising his eagerness.

“Hmm. Yes, perhaps I am.” The man stroked his bearded chin thoughtfully. “From a certain point of view. You can call me ‘Ben,’ by the way.”

braids by shanlyrical

Obi-Wan took another deep breath, opened his eyes, and met his own steady gaze in the mirror. Then, with a single, swift cut, he severed his own Padawan braid.

“Master Obi-Wan, what are you doing?”

It was Anakin. Obi-Wan had been so focused on his task that he’d failed to hear to the boy slip through the door behind him.

Cracks in the Mortar by sigye

Summary: He knows Kenobi well enough now; asking something like that would normally get him a dry, amused reply. Fox can even admit that he’s one of the most pleasant natborns he sees on a regular basis, though that’s not saying much considering the Coruscant Guard works out of the Senate building.

(Prompt: Obi-Wan and Fox complaining about Senators together and supporting each other in their 'serious' selves.)

Familes Found by fyrefly

Summary: Written as part of the 2020 Obi-Wan Kenobi Gen Exchange. In a universe where "The Wrong Jedi" never happened, the war ends under different circumstances and perhaps everyone will get a chance at a happy ending after all.

Prompt: "Ahsoka and Obi-Wan being a happy Jedi family post-war. Other canon Jedi and clone characters are welcome. Basically just some wholesome Jedi culture fluff while Anakin is happily married and no longer a Knight."

Flipped by KCKenobi

Summary: The second-worst day of Anakin Skywalker’s life is about to get infinitely worse.

Palpatine’s a Sith Lord. Master Windu is off to destroy him. And Padmé, Padmé —

But then Cody arrives with a de-aged Obi-Wan—a terrified 12-year-old whose last memory is being sent to the AgriCorps. Anakin doesn’t know what to make of this little kid who claims to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, who steals speeders for joyrides and isn’t being trained by Qui-Gon Jinn. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to make of this strange Master Skywalker, who swears and gushes about starships and can’t seem to sit still.

Anakin knows a lot can happen in 24 hours—but this is just a new level of ridiculous.

i guess this could be worse by apricae

Summary: It wasn't the rescue Obi-Wan had expected when he was caught by some pretty mean-spirited pirates - at all. But perhaps it's not so bad after all.

In Disguise of a Sport by TexasDreamer01

Summary: Fox wasn’t sure whether to stare or to sigh.

Just a twist in your destiny by lunaemoth

Summary: When Obi-Wan is sent to the Agricorps as a teenager, it feels like the end, but it's a just a different path, a little twist of destiny. Ultimately, he still ends up on Tatooine when he's needed, as the Force wishes it.

Mission One by LazarusII

Summary: “No, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, voice slightly hoarse. “You are most certainly not expendable—none of you are. Not to me.”

Old Wounds by KCKenobi

Summary: Mace Windu always agreed that Obi-Wan Kenobi was meant to be a Jedi Knight. However, he didn't share Yoda's certainty that the boy was meant to be Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan. When Qui-Gon returns from Melida/Daan without Obi-Wan, Mace takes matters into his own hands and sets off for Melida/Daan himself.

Petrichor by ginnywrites

Summary: The first thing Obi-Wan does with Anakin, once all of the required things are out of the way, is to take him to the meditation gardens.

Pictures in the Sand by MaiKusakabe

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi could never be too grateful for his too stubborn Padawan and her insistence to be part of his life.

Recovery by Pandora151

Summary: All that mattered was this—Obi-Wan was home. It would take him time to find himself again, to recover completely, but his family was by his side, and that was all that mattered.

return home (to me) by skatzaa

Summary: He feels alone and exposed without someone to watch his back as he and his eopie amble across the sands. The swaying gait is not enough to lull him, but as the domed homestead draws closer, he allows himself to relax slightly.

They slow as they enter the open yard, and then a shout nearby nearly startles him out of the saddle.

“Uncle Ben! You’re back!”

Safety is Our Priority by coruscantguard (nadiavandyne)

Summary: As irritating and infuriating as it is, Kenobi is her best chance at getting off this hellhole without calling her Master’s attention to her… delay.

It’s not a failure, it’s a delay. Maybe if she says that to herself enough, it will become true.

(Or, 3k words of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress going through space TSA.)

Seventy-two varieties of root vegetable and other tasty things to discover (now that the Sith are dead) by Gabriel4Sam

Summary: After the war, Obi-Wan finds joy in family, friends and food.

That Business on Cato Neimoidia by kj_feybarn

Summary: “All right. But you owe me… and not for saving your skin for the tenth time.”

“Ninth time… that business on Cato Neimoidia doesn’t... doesn't count.”

- Revenge of the Sith

—

Year 2 of the Clone Wars on Cato Neimoidia:

“Skyguy! Master Obi-Wan has been captured!”

Anakin found himself freezing, for just a moment, as Ahsoka skidded to a stop beside him, his heart racing as his mind immediately came up with a dozen different ways Obi-Wan might be getting hurt or killed at that very moment.

He pushed the fear down. It would not help him right now, and it certainly wouldn’t help Obi-Wan. He had to save his Master.

.

.

.

Year 2 of the Clone Wars ALSO on Cato Neimoidia:

“Well, this is slightly problematic,” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but note.

Beside him, his Commander let out an exasperated sigh. “I suppose problematic is one word for it. Not the one I would have chosen.”

Obi-Wan sent Cody what he hoped was a cheeky grin—though the bloody nose and black eye probably ruined it. “Oh, and what word would you have chosen, Cody?”

“I think this is somewhat closer to downright disastrous, General.”

Turn Left by MaiKusakabe

Summary: In which Obi-Wan can't have a simple mission, and the Force circumvents the Sith's clouding.

Again, thank you to everyone who participated, and we look forward to 2021!

[jate-kara]

Hi jate, From the prompt list- “ please stay” with Rex and ahsoka, the best sibling duo of Star Wars 🥺

suum ca'nara | on AO3

from this prompt list

suum ca'nara: the state of blissful rest and peace

In the wake of the war's end, Rex and Ahsoka find refuge on Mandalore.

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“Hey, this is a pretty nice shop you’ve got, kid.”

He can’t hear the sigh, but he knows she gives one. Ahsoka’s underneath a speeder. Just the tips of her montrals are visible. “Do you have to say that every day?” she asks, muffled. There’s a loud thud. She swears viciously. “Just a second!”

Rex props his hip against the closest workbench, then folds his arms across his chest. Ahsoka struggles, inch by scrabbling inch, out from beneath her latest project.

“Why?” she asks, once she’s free. Her coveralls are coated in grease. She swipes her hands across them anyway. “Why do you say that every day?”

“Why don’t you get a rolling cart?” Rex asks. “It’d make getting under the speeder a lot easier.”

“I’ll get a cart when you get a girlfriend,” she grumbles, and rubs at her temple. It must be where she hit her head. Instinctively, Rex reaches out. She swats his hand away.

“It’s just a bruise,” she grouses, but there’s a teasing softness to it. Rex passes her a rag from the workbench to clean her hands. She takes it and scrubs absently at the grease spot on her arm.

“Speaking of girlfriends,” Rex says. “Where’s yours?”

“Kaeden isn’t my girlfriend,” she says, and slings the rag back at him. Rex ducks. Ahsoka scowls. He chuckles.

“Sure,” he says. “That’s why she’s in here every day, sometimes twice.”

“That’s not because of me,” Ahsoka says. “It’s because Miara likes to go through my scraps. She uses them for her…projects.”

“Call them what they are,” Rex says dryly. “Bombs.”

“They’re locks,” she corrects, but she doesn’t sound completely convinced. “The…explosive device…she puts on the lock is just a deterrent. For if anyone tries to break in, that is.”

Rex shakes his head. The refugees from the late-war Separatist attack on Raada have settled in just fine on Mandalore. Most of them have taken up residence on the outskirts, closer to the fields they till and sow. Satine has established a system to incorporate them into Mandalore’s agricultural community. The plot of land she gave to Rex and his brothers, and by extension Ahsoka, sits a few miles from the farmers’ homesteads. More often than not, these days, their sunset strolls take them closer and closer to the fields’ soft waves. Ahsoka claims it’s because she finds nature’s motion soothing. Rex knows better.

“What did you do at the Academy today?” Ahsoka asks, already moving around her shop: replacing tools, sealing windows, checking doors. Rex shrugs.

“Trained some kids,” he says, like he does every day. This is their routine. “Korkie’s got a lot of potential. He might be the best in the group if he’d shut up long enough to finish a sparring match.”

Ahsoka’s laugh is like sunlight. “He is, in every way, Master Obi-Wan’s son,” she says.

Interesting that she still calls Kenobi that, given that he’s been expelled from the Order. Rex doesn’t raise it. Skywalker keeps insisting Rex call him ‘Anakin’ and not ‘Skywalker’ or ‘General,’ and every time they talk he has to bite back the formal address. Old habits die hard.

“The kid needs to learn to shut up,” Rex repeats. “He almost lost a tooth today because he wanted to taunt more than he wanted to fight.”

“Maybe he was negotiating.”

“He’s going to negotiate himself into an early grave.”

“We’re not at war, Rex.”

“I’m going to put him there myself,” Rex says. Not for the first time, he’s glad Cody and the 212th were assigned Obi-Wan Kenobi, and that the 501st got Skywalker instead. “He’s a good kid, but he can be completely insufferable.”

Ahsoka’s eyes twinkle. She latches the final window. Rex follows her outside and stands, shifting from foot to foot, while she locks the door. The street behind him is quiet except for the pedestrian traffic. At this hour and in this sector, it’s sparse, but he still finds himself scanning. Watching. Waiting. Clearing zones.

A hand lands on his shoulder. He jumps. “Relax,” Ahsoka says, and flashes a smile at him. “It’s just me.”

“I know,” Rex says, and clears his throat. He jerks his head toward the street. “You ready to go?”

The speeder is a short walk from Ahsoka’s shop. Rex climbs into the pilot’s seat. Once they’re outside the central city limits, he guns it. Ahsoka gives a cry of delight and stands to lift her face to the wind. He’d tell her to sit back, to stay down, but he’s seen her launch herself out of gunships in the upper atmosphere, darting from one to the other as if she was dancing a song into the sky.

It’s good to see her safe and so alive.

Rex doesn’t slow down until they reach their home. It’s so small against the sunset burning on the horizon. Rex climbs across the speeder and lands on Ahsoka’s side. Before she can protest, he wraps his arms around her and swings her up and out, twirling her about until they’re both unsteady on their feet and he has to stop.

“Thanks,” she says, through a wide grin. “Now I’m dizzy.”

Rex presses an obnoxious kiss to her forehead. “Sorry, vod’ika,” he says, and doesn’t mean it.

“Hey, Rex!” Fives yells from the doorway. “Are you gonna torture Ahsoka for another hour, or are you gonna come inside and eat?”

Rex snorts and crosses the space between them. “An hour,” he says, and locks his arm across Fives’ chest to drag him into a playful headlock. Fives squawks. Rex ruffles his hair. “Really, Fi’ika.”

“One day,” Echo says from the kitchen down the hall, “you’re gonna have to stop calling him that.”

“Why?” Rex asks.

“Because I’m not a kid,” Fives grumbles. There’s no vitriol to it, just begrudging affection. Rex lets go and follows him to the kitchen. “Fi’ika’s what you started calling me after Rishi.”

“Exactly,” Rex says. “I can’t just let it go now.”

“But he was a shiny then. He’s kind of outgrown the name,” Hardcase says. He’s perched on a stool at the counter. Dogma’s beside him, intensely focused on weaving Tup’s curly hair into a braid. Fives taps Tup’s shoulder on his way by, then elbows Dogma.

“Hey,” Dogma hisses. “I had it that time.”

“The thing was falling apart,” Jesse refutes, unconcerned. “You definitely didn’t have it.”

“I was closer, though!”

Tup holds up a datapad and uses the dark screen like a mirror. “Better,” he agrees, and Dogma shakes his head and moves back in to try again.

“Not letting it go,” Rex repeats, after they’ve settled. Fives groans.

“It’s not the worst thing he could call you,” Ahsoka says. “He used to call me ‘littl‘un’.”

“You were really tiny when we first met you, to be fair,” Kix says.

Ahsoka rolls her eyes. “No,” she says, as if by denying the truth she can somehow dissuade them. “What’s for dinner, Fives?”

Fives launches into an unnecessarily long explanation of an otherwise easily describable meal. Ahsoka looks transfixed. Rex rolls his eyes and takes a seat at the counter beside her. Once he’s sure she’s well and truly distracted by Fives’ tirade, he wraps his arms around her and drags her into a crushing hug.

“I’ll let go when he finally shuts up,” Rex says. “Could be a while.”

Ahsoka laughs quietly. She does that so much more, lately. “By all means,” she says, “please stay.”

And he does.

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[ghostwriterofthemachine]

Purest Expression of Grief {haj dai}

Order 66 happens.

Cal goes quiet, Kanan thinks too much, and Ahsoka can never go back.

(Or; three children and a dying language, after they've seen their people die.) (AO3 link!)

Cal knows the Empire can track people when they use the Force. He hears it whispered about on street corners, broadcasted over the holoscreens in bars.

He doesn’t know how they do it, though. And, more terrifyingly, doesn’t know what else they can track.

There is a screaming, hysterical place inside him, irrational but un-ignorable, which is convinced that the Empire can reach into people’s minds and tear thoughts right out of them. That, if he thinks the wrong thing too loud or too often, he will bring the Empire down onto him.

This is impossible, he tells himself. But then again, he also thought it was impossible to see his friends gun down his Master.

So Cal forces himself to only think in Basic.

It isn’t hard to talk only in Basic, though he misses the curl of his lips over his other tongue more than he thought possible. But to think only in Basic is a constant, conscious choice.

Sometimes he slips up, and he clamps down on his shields and moves away from where he was standing. His heart races in his chest.

The last words his Master said to him echo in his dreams and they are not in Basic. He doesn’t want to think about those words, either. He has other things he needs to worry about.

There are very few kind people, here. And Cal is small and alone.

(He wonders if his Master would have done the same thing he did, had he known there was no one left to rescue Cal. The last thought in his Master’s mind had been of the council sending someone to scoop Cal up, safe and sound, bundle him away someplace warm — Cal can feel that from his lightsaber. But there is no one left to rescue him, and Cal’s Master had thrown him someplace cold and rainy and unsafe. There’s no one left to take care of him, not that Cal needs much taking care of, anymore.)

(Would he have made the same decision, if he knew Cal would be alone?)

His Master’s last words haunt him, in that language-which-is-not-Basic. He doesn’t think about those, either. Doesn’t think about at all.

The alone part makes him vulnerable on this planet, but the small part makes him useful. He’s not old enough to be a full member of any guild, but there’s always plenty of pickup work for the mice, as they’re called, in a scrapyard. Narrow heads and shoulders to fit up into places no one else could fit.

It keeps him fed, and Cal keeps his head down. Days start to creep by.

Today, there's a new worker on their rotation, and his Basic is thickly accented.

And he says Cal’s name differently, rounds out the vowel — “Khal,” he calls, “Little mouse, you are small, come here, get up into tiny spaces, come on, up-up—”

And it freezes Cal where he stands because— that’s almost right. That’s almost how you’d say his name in not-Basic, in that other thing he refuses to think about.

He hears those last words from Master Tepal’s mouth — “ Padawan kat fehl, netana, paikawaji uu dai” —  and for a sudden, dizzying moment, that is all he can hear.

He must freeze in place for a second too long, because someone calls to him again.

“Hey, Cal, buddy,” and Cal hates how he jumps. It’s Prauf, with the kind eyes, who seems to have decided that Cal needs looking after. “Cal, you okay there?”

Cal shakes his head to clear it. He can still hear the words whispering, but ignores them.

“Haj dai, Jaieh,” he says, going for reassuring, already moving towards where the new worker pointed him.

Prauf says, “What?” and he sounds so baffled that Cal turns back to him.

“What do you mean, what?”

“What did you just say to me?”

“I said ‘Yes, Prauf.’”

“No you didn’t. You said haz —” Prauf twists his mouth around the words, and then gives up on saying the rest. “And, yeah, you called me something, what’s Jai—”

“I didn’t say anything like that,” Cal bites. He sounds strangled, even to his own ears. “I said ‘Yes, Prauf,’ that’s what I said.”

Prauf, to his credit, raises his hands in acquiescence. “Okay, okay kid, that’s what you said.”

The new worker, who Cal doubts understood much of the conversation, chimes in with a high voice and a wave of his arms. “Yes, yes, very good, we all talk Khal out, all friends now, so if little mouse pleases, could he climb up into tiny space?”

Cal turns away from Prauf and pretends his heart isn’t trying to escape his chest as he pulls himself up into the gap between a ship’s wall and what used to be part of the thrusters. He’s got pliers clutched in between his teeth, and is biting a little more than necessary.

He’s expecting troopers to grab his legs, yank him out, put a blaster to his head. He’s imagining the words floating up and dissolving into the Force, of his Jaieh tilting a disappointed eyebrow at him.

He bites down on his language, and schools his thoughts into Basic.

.

Kanan is working with a decent crew, right now. He signed on for a few milk run missions as general muscle and a gun, which should give him enough credits for basics and some wiggle room. They seem like a decent lot, and Kanan doesn’t mind working with them

Except.

Well, except the Pilot’s name is Caleb . And it is messing with Kanan’s head .

“Hey, pass this to Caleb up on the bridge?” says Maleek, their mechanic and general tech guy. They’re holding a holo chip of something, probably maps.

Kanan hates how much he falters, how his first instinct is to laugh and say, “I’m right here.”

“Sure thing.” He smiles and takes the chip, then starts making his way towards the front of the ship.

Honestly, he’s got no idea how this hasn’t happened sooner. “Caleb” isn’t an uncommon name. It’s one that’s used on so many planets that it doesn’t really have a planet of origin.

But it makes his body feel as if it’s peeling in two, future and past, twisting like soft dough, to hear it spoken in his presence like that.

“Agisti, ” says the laughing Padawan he has buried deep within him, “tumi mikah Caleb!”

“Kanan!” Pilot Caleb says, grinning as he spins around in his seat. “What can I do for you, buddy?”

“Take this off my hands.” He slumps himself into Kanan, gunslinger, wanderer, shit-talker. He flips the chip to the pilot whose name he didn’t want to think of, and ducks out of the cockpit as fast as possible.

The community on this ship is incredible. Or, maybe, it is average, and Kanan has been alone for long enough that it seems incredible.

And, even more surprising, they all seem to actually like him. Maleek fixes his blaster without being asked and Pilot Caleb keeps trying to get him into games of cards, the other guns and muscle jostle him in a friendly way when they pass him in the halls, and the captain says things about needing to help Kanan upgrade his armor, as if he’s going to stick around.

Kanan bites his tongue and pretends he doesn’t want to stick around. He can’t.

He can’t trust anyone. He can’t rely on anyone, can’t get comfortable anywhere. He needs to keep moving.

Trust is easily shattered. Nothing is certain.

He remembers his Master telling him about how important that was, how important it was to remember that nothing was certain, except the Force. That even their word for ‘yes,’ so concrete and decisive in Basic, gave room for ambiguity— “Force Wills,” the Jedi said.

He can hear the giggling of younglings in the creche  — “Will you clean up the paint, little one?”

“Haj dai!” Force wills.

“So why aren’t you doing that now?” “Force says no!”

Then squealing laughter, as the child is picked up and hugged and tickled. For being clever enough to make that connection, but silly enough to not help.

Nothing is concrete, nothing is certain, except the Force. And now Kanan doesn’t even have that to believe in.

“Will I ever see you again?” he shouts to the woman in her dreams, who commands him to run, who saves him and condemns him and gives him his new name.

“Force wills,” she says, and it’s a lie and isn’t. Because she doesn’t say yes.

So Kanan cut his own braid and renamed himself and soldered ( ha ) on.  

He needs to walk away from these people, he realizes. He can’t stay, no matter how much he wants to. He can’t bring danger on them. He can’t let them be killed because he is found.

In a ten-days time, the Pilot Caleb and Maleek and their caption will say, “Stay, Kanan.”

And he will want to say “ Yes .” Haj dai.  

Force wills.

He will run away again.

(ibli kanan )

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Ahsoka has gotten here too late.

There aren’t that many Jedi left to rescue, though that’s something Ahsoka tries not to think about too much. Most of the ones who escaped the initial purge were hunted down in the very, very early days of the Empire, before there was enough structure in the Rebellion to even think about helping them. Ahsoka survived it by not being a Jedi. Well. That and Rex.

They’re always too late, with Jedi, if they even know at all. The Empire and the Inquisitors, always a step ahead. Always.

As Fulcrum, Ahsoka’s jobs keep her away from the front lines. She works in intel. She works in running messages. She works with refugees.

She’d been closest, when they heard the distress call. And, though Ahsoka would never admit it, part of her jumped and stood upright at the idea of saving a Jedi. Seeing another Jedi. Speaking to them.

But she’s gotten here too late.

The crumpled form of a Duros is all that is left of the Inquisitors. A Duros with a hole through his chest, bleeding sluggishly, twitching the last bits of life out of himself.

The Force wraps around him and weeps. Ahsoka knows that feeling. That’s what the Force always does, when a Jedi dies.

Ahsoka falls to her knees next to the form. She cannot judge the age of this being, she thinks in a panic — she’s always been awful at judging age in Duros, Barriss used to tease her about it —  but she’d guess a few years older or younger than herself. Ahsoka’s hands hover uselessly. There’s no healing this wound. She knows it.

Had she ever met him? In the Temple, all those years ago? Had they passed in the halls, handed each other food, shared friends?

Helpless to do anything else, Ahsoka gets the Doros’s head onto her lap. Off the ground. Some measure of comfort.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when his eyes slit themselves open. When he stares up at her, eyes hazy, barely coherent.

She nearly passes out when a rush of warmth and relief swells through the Force between them, and the Doros smiles at her.

“Jaieh Tabris ,” he breaths out. The name is spoken as if it is comfort given form. His voice is achingly soft. “Jesara, Jaiah. Henelru...foh keelak.”

Ahsoka goes cold, because she recognizes the name. It conjures an image so old she thought she’d forgotten it. A Togrutan Master, maybe 10 years older than Obi-Wan. A soft-spoken and gentle woman, who liked to help teach children how to read. A woman who now shared Ahsoka’s coloring and build almost exactly, from montreals to face markings.

She knows the tone of voice the Doros just spoke to her in. She used to use it every day. (Wishes, often, that she still could.)

She’s holding Master Tabris’s Padawan. He’s dying in her arms.

The relief in the Force twists a bit, and he repeats, “Jaieh?” with a little more uncertainty. The fear creeping back in. Of letting down your Master, letting down your people. Of dying alone.

What else is Ahsoka supposed to do?

(Because if it were her— if it were her and Anakin, she’d want— even if it were pretend, she’d want—)

“Haj dai, Padawan ,” she says. She keeps her voice soft and even. “ Tamah foh bika. ” The words fall off her tongue as if she never stopped speaking this.

His eyes focus a bit more on her face. He tries to smile. “Jaieh,” he says, actually to her this time. And Ahsoka—

Ahsoka—

Ahsoka remembers a time in her life when all she wanted was to hear someone call her that. Being 15 and imagining a future where she was doing the training, instead of being trained. Her head on Anakin’s knee and a campfire warm on her face, imagining a future in peacetime, Anakin cutting her silka beads off and her rising to her feet a Knight, embracing him while Obi-Wan embraced them both. She remembers the future she used to imagine for herself; solo missions, growing and improving, always returning home. Finally being taller than Anakin. Obi-Wan going easily, gracefully gray.

She remembers imagining bringing her own Padawan to their lineage dinners, Anakin teasing them both, Obi-Wan resting and smiling. Imagining being in a position, one day, when a little Light would be hers to teach, and look up at her and call her “Jaieh.”

But Ahsoka never got to grow into that title. She never even got to be a Knight. She left her home a Padawan, and never got to return enough to become anything more.

And now she never would.

But Ahsoka cups the face of the person on her lap, whose name she would never know, and lets them both pretend.

“ Rakaah foh wungak,” chokes the man on her lap. “Jaieh, sooah foh enoctak.”

“Leoah foh, Padawan. Leoah foh. Tamah foh bika, tamah foh bika.”

His hand, nearly vibrating in effort, moves up to grasp hers. Ahsoka covers it with her other hand. She can feel the pain coming off him in waves, but she can also feel the peace. The knowledge that he is safe, now.

And in some ways, Ahsoka thinks bitterly, she supposes he is. Even if he isn’t in the arms of his Jaieh . Perhaps he soon will be.

The fingers in hers tighten. The Padawan’s eyes close.

“Komlah foh keelak, Jaieh. Komlah foh…”

And he stops moving.

And Ahsoka doesn’t move for a long time.

TRANSLATION NOTES:

Padawan kat fehl, netana, paikawaji uu dai: My Padawan, remember, trust only in the Force. -"Kawaji" is "trust," in the future tense, and "pai" is our consequential prefix, which means that the action will have lasting consequences. This takes the place of the "only" for denouncing how important this piece of information is. -"Dai," the word for the Force, never has an article before it.

Haj dai, Jaieh: Yes, Master. -Haj dai literally translates to "Force Wills"

Agisti, tumi mikah Caleb!: Hello, I am called Caleb! -"Agisti" is a greeting you would give someone who has the same rank in the Order as you, who you are equals with-- Padawan to Padawan, for instance.

ibli kanan: Little runner

Jesara, Jaiah. Henelru...foh keelak: Hello, Master. I...missed you. -"Jersara" is a respectful greeting; Padawan to Master, Master to Council member, ect.

Tamah foh bika: I am here

Rakaah foh wungak. Jaieh, sooah foh enoctak: I feel pain. Master, I feel pain. -There are different words for feeling physically and feeling mentally, as well as different words for mental and physical pain. The first sentence is declaring he is physically feeling (raka, here in present tense) physical pain (wung, here in accusative case), and the second that he is mentally feeling (soo, here in present tense) mental pain (enoct, here in accusative case).

Leoah foh, Padawan. Leoah foh. Tamah foh bika, tamah foh bika: I know. I know, Padawan. I am here, I am here.

Komlah foh keelak, Jaieh. Komlah foh...: I love you, Master. I love... -"Koml" (komlah here, in present tense) refers specifically to familial/platonic love

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"let's get you back to bed;" ahsoka and rex, sibling relationship??

Rex keptwatching over his men’s camp site. You could never be too careful, especially out on amission that felt oddly easy as this one. Simple clankers, defense lines that were almostbegging to be penetrated and destabilized from the inside… Yeah, right. He wasexpecting General Grievous to come at them like a kriffing blaster shot,slashing at them with his laser swords or something terrible like that. Thenthings would feel normal for once. All this calm was… unsettling for thecaptain. He could barely remain still in the woods where he had been watchinghis men’s camp from. Actually, he kinda wanted to punch the large tree close tohim just to let out some of his tension.

He heard asmall noise behind him, something a normal man probably wouldn’t have pickedup, but her wasn’t a normal man. Not only he was engineered to be a perfectsoldier, Rex took his training very seriously, and he spun around quickly,pulling his blasters out of his holsters and pointing them towards the sound.

“Showyourself.” he demanded, and that was when he saw the small figure withhorn-like shapes in her head

“Easy,soldier.” Ahsoka smiled, walking up to him with a canteen in her hands “It’sjust good ol’ Snips.”

Rex loweredhis guns with a sigh, placing them back in his holster. Ahsoka raised aneyebrow at him.

“Is it meor are you a little too tense, Rex?”

Rexscratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes.

“Well,commander, all this cricket noise and calm is getting me anxious.” He leanedback against the large tree behind him, and Ahsoka smiled knowingly as sheplopped down to the leaf-covered ground.

“Aren’tthose supposed to have the opposite effect?”

Rex satdown beside her, the two of them supporting their backs against the tree’s largetrunk.

“Tell thatto Dogma. Madman loves the peace and quiet of these rural places in the end ofthe universe,” he shakes his head “but what are you doing up this late? Ithought you and the general would be fast asleep.”

Ahsokahanded the canteen over to Rex.

“I couldn’tsleep. Here, I was on my way out and Kix asked me to “please remind our captainthat he’s a kriffing human being who, oddly enough, needs to drink water occasionally.”

Rex grabbedthe canteen, the shadow of a smile playing in his lips.

“Ah, I loveit when he gets all cranky and sarcastic. I swear, he saw Hardcase eating fourenergy bars in a row once and we thought his heart would implode. Kix, that is.”He shrugged “Hardcase was just fine, he looked like he could break a wall withhis head out of excitement, and I’m pretty sure that if he had tried, he would’vesucceeded. Kix didn’t shut up about it for days.”

Ahsokalaughed, shaking her head.

“SometimesKix reminds me of Threepio.”

“Don’t lethim hear you say that.” Warned Rex before he hid his smile on the canteen’s rim,drinking the water up; he had really been thirsty. Damn if Kix would hear aboutit.

A shootingstar cut across the night sky and Ahsoka smiled.

“SometimesI wonder how it must feel like to look up to the sky and just look at the starsinstead of being constantly worried looking for Separatist fleets.”

Rex drankanother sip, closing the canteen’s lid with his thumb.

“Must beweird.” he said frankly “Sometimes I feel like I’m wired to always be ready for battle.”

Ahsokarubbed her neck and groaned.

“Yeah, all this tension is getting me a stiff neck if you wanna know.” she kept her eyes up to thesky “can I ask you a question?”

Rex lookedat Ahsoka and nodded.

“If I maybe able to answer it, sure, ask anything, commander.”

Ahsoka toyedwith her silka braid to then look pensively to Rex.

“Do youthink we’ll survive this war? Like… See it over? Defeat the separatists and theSiths and finally be done?”

Rex knittedhis brows. It was a pertinent question, one with no right answer.

“I do”

It was alie. Something told Rex he won’t see the end of it, none of them will. For somereason, he felt like he was part of a long-forgotten tale buried under the manyyears after which his existence and his actions were irrelevant and not even entertainingenough to be recollected. It was as if he could see the future ahead and simultaneouslyknow that its past – his present – carries little to no importance to whatevermay come next. He grimaces, shaking his head. Leave the future visions to theJedi and their powers.

“Nothing canstop us, commander.” He adds pointedly “We can’t lose, we have the Jedi at ourside.”

Ahsokanodded, sounding more at ease.

“Yeah, Ifeel the same way. Nothing can get in the way of master Yoda, master Kenobi andmaster skywalker.”

“…andyourself.” Rex adds, and Ahsoka looks up at him with wide eyes, letting out alaugh.

“Me? I’mjust a padawan.”

Rex clickedhis tongue.

“Yes, well,I don’t give a blast about your classifications; you are a commander for areason, commander Tano. You get rid of those droids twice more efficiently thanany of my men.”

Ahsokaleaned her head on Rex’s shoulder and yawned.

“Hm. I likethat, Captain. Talk more about how amazing I am.”

Rex laughedthrough his nose.

“I thoughtJedi were supposed to be humble.”

“I’m stilllearning.”

Ahsoka didn’tsay anything else after that, and it didn’t take Rex much long to notice shehad fallen asleep. He smiled to himself, carefully lifting Ahsoka in his arms with ease, his voice dropping to a kind whisper.

“Alright,let’s get you back to bed.”

[laserswordtraining]

Lol I can’t believe I thought I was done

A few years later, Anakin and Padme find their children to be a blessing. Padme gets to experience the Force going through her during her pregnancy. And while she swears she just wants to learn how to control it, Anakin sees how wonderfully she looks embracing it; A pillow floats fast to smack him in the head when he yells he’s home while she’s taking a midmorning nap. She has visions of her children, that’s how they find out it’ll be twins.

Luke and Leia have Ahsoka as their Aunt, and about 300 uncles, part of the Fetts that grew close with Anakin. Luke and Leia communicate through their Force Bond whenever they can and Padme’s mostly fine with it because it gets them to sleep faster, but it was a little concerning when their speech was delayed because of it. Soon the kids had lots to say, and every story and nonsense word made their parents proud.

Anakin tries to be intentional about showing his calming methods and apologizing to/and in front of the kids so they learn manners and how to keep a cool head. Padme often clues him with a “now Ani,” when his stress is showing, and he’ll kiss her forehead and thank her for keeping him grounded.

C3P0 does storytelling for the town’s younglings, but says “I’m hardly qualified” R2 does sound effects for them, and 3P0 just asks them to stop interrupting every time.

Qi’ra (From Solo) in her early twenties has gotten involved in Maul’s gambling scheme and helps track the bets on the underground fights. Running the sabaac table though is none other than Lando Calrissian. Who else could come along but Han Solo when Lando passes along she’d arrived.

Boba Fett and his brothers are in their early twenties and the houses lawns are decked out to rep each group of brothers. They tp each other’s houses and have paintball gun fights. They “gnome” each other’s porches and it gets passed around in more frequently and in more annoying spots until a fight breaks out over it.

Rex teaches the younglings accuracy with bow&arrows. Cody works with younglings on cooperation skills through group projects and field trips into the forest.

The forest has a perfect obstacle course for groups to explore and practice different challenges. Luke and Leia spend most of their time trying to get through some of them blindfolded. Anakin has helped Luke learn every speeder bike inside and out.

They’re in many classes with Jyn Erso, whose family joined the village when she was 10. She likes her strategy class best. Leia learns to braid from her mother and Luke asks for her to give him a padawan braid.

Luke and Leia begin their padawanship with daily spars and meditations with Ahsoka near a waterfall.

Oh, and Chancellor Palpatine? He looked down on the Jedi Order allowing just anyone, so he tried training himself in the force on Coruscant and died under a pile of boulders :)

star no war au

classifications: fix-it au, fix everything au, everyone lives nobody dies, comedy, lowkey crack treated seriously. I don't know everything about canon (who does?), I'm just vibing

basically jedi-ing is a fun sport and not a serious occupation with status or anything. think the olympics, or a black belt in karate. you say "I'm a Jedi" and people go "oh cool" instead of "thank goodness you're here, now please help me solve this dire problem, esteemed master" or smth

sith-ing is treated similarly, like an emo cousin of the Fun Jedi Sport. extreme sports maybe.

anyways nobody dies because it's all fun and games. extreme sports at the most. nobody makes the Jedi fight wars for them, and ol' palpy is over there near combusting with rage because nobody's acting according to his plans. they're all like "ok enough jedi-ing time to go home byeee" instead of having hours-long council meetings about the latest prophecies or wars because that's literally none of their business and he can't make it so. it's driving him up the wall.

because it's a fun sport™ people can like quit / not attend class for awhile w no repercussions and there's no strict rules on how you live your life. bye bye "no attachments" / "you can never be controlled by your emotions" rules, the most is just "don't throw a fit when you lose ok" and thus no anakin turning dark. also he can leave whenever since they're not like fighting a war and go visit his mom and stuff. she's safe and she lives, don't worry.

also since it's just a fun sport, anyone can try their hand at it. so not just young kids, but also teens and adults and old people. it's probably better if you start younger but who cares? this is just for fun. not force sensitive? it's chill, we're just vibing. come learn some self defense tips anyway, everyone could use some. one day the headlines read: Slaves All Over The Galaxy Rise Up Against Slavers Along With Mysterious Masked Heroes Fighting In The Jedi Style. good for them ✨

qui-gon doesn't die obviously. the most is maul challenges him to a duel and he loses graciously. it's a chiller world. he's fine.

the clones are still there because i love them. jango was like "I wanna clone a son" and one of the scientists accidentally pressed 100000000000000 instead of 1. they're all proper citizens with rights and everything. they're fine.

yeah everyone is better adjusted with happier lives. that's what no war does to people I guess. feel free to drop some anti-war links in the comments or smth lol. as usual, this au is pretty much public domain, just please tag / credit me so I can appreciate your work thanks byeee ✨