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[lightasthesun]

One day, Bail Organa receives an ominous message on a communicator that had been agreed upon never to be used for anything other than emergencies.

Urgent: Shadows converge on our binary suns. Eclipse imminent for one. Halt essential. Aid required swiftly.

For seven years doom had crept around the corners of Bail's conscious awarenes; always whispering, always taunting, always fearing. Somehow he is still illprepared for it to suddenly coil around his throat.

His shirt collar feels infinitesimally tighter. Bail takes a breath, he holds it, he releases it.

"Bail? Is something wrong?"

Time to lay all his cards on the table. He nods, shakes his head, then pauses. Yes something is indeed wrong, but it's nothing he can divulge any details on, despite being on his own fleet.

"Take your ship to these coordinates and do everything you can to retrieve and protect what will be placed in your care. It's of utmost importance. Do you understand?" he says, placing the communicator with its entered coordinates into Ahsoka Tanos' outstretched hand.

Fulcrum doesn't even hesitate. She nods. This is a mission like any other as far as she is aware. Nothing she's learned indicates any connection to Ahsoka Tano.

Yet.