Ahsoka Tano

L O A D I N G : // …  8ABY : MONTH TWO … //

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meetra leaned up & kissed ahsoka lightly on the cheek, giving her a flicker of a small smile. “hello, love. you look tired.” to be fair, she knew that she did, too. they were all under a lot of pressure, with everything that was going on — but ahsoka was the councilmember with the order on her shoulders. meetra was proud of her.

“Yeah. …Yeah,”  Zeb repeats. He respects the hell out of Ahsoka—rebel, Jedi, Fulcrum. She’s one of the few people who have jumped forward like Zeb has. They’ve both missed years of their lives that they don’t remember living.  “Weird, though. Right? Seeing the change without actually doing anything. Hell of a shortcut. Heh.”  Their shoulders sink even as they shrug it off with a subdued chuckle.  “Karabast, must be something to see the Jedi back after… everything.”

lips pursed together for a brief moment, inhaling deeply through her nose. there was something unsettling about being invested in the well-being of so many others again. it felt much easier to excuse with the younglings than it did with ahsoka. “it wasn’t a big deal.” that was a lie and they both knew it. what had happened there was unlike anything that they had ever been through and she would have been happy to never deal with anything like that again. she never wanted to feel as blinded as she had in that moment. “you don’t need to worry about planning a visit. we’re perfectly fine out here, and i’m sure you have more pressing concerns in that part of the galaxy,” they responded. “i assume the council is investigating what happened.”

   Jocasta wanted to get an understanding of where her fellow Council members stood on everything going on, if their own research had been anymore fruitful then her own, and now with this most recent attack, if they knew anything at all about these…..Yuuzhan Vong. Approaching Ahsoka, Jocasta smiled, she still remembered when the other was a young padawan, helping her in the archives, or when she introduced her to Master Sinube after she had lost her lightsaber. 

“Master Tano, so good to see you. I have no doubt you have heard about comms going down across the galaxy. Now that we know what these…..beings are called, perhaps our research into them can become more fruitful. How have you been over all of this, though? I know it can be easy to get lost in work, and to stop checking in on oneself.” 

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ahsoka’s still not used to being called that. master. it still doesn’t quite feel like she’s earned the title, after so many years of distance from even being a jedi. but as time goes on, ahsoka finds herself adjusting, bit by bit. and fortunately the other masters have been an incredible support. though she can’t deny, watching jocasta of all people approach, ahsoka feels very much like the young, fresh padawan who had been sent to help guard the jedi archives.

an easy chuckle escaped at her words, offering a shrug of his shoulder. he wasn’t quite the same as the last time that he had seen ahsoka –– losing his vision had changed him in many ways, but in retrospect, it had been for the better. it had deepened his connection with the force, pushed him into having a greater insight of both himself and everything around him at stake. it had matured him, made him a better master to ezra.

“so you’re doing the work of one without… being one.” it was clear in his tone that it didn’t exactly make sense to him. “it was a different galaxy, a different order back then. there aren’t many people like us in it.” there simply had been exceptionally few who survived the destruction of the order, an even smaller number that had done so without succumbing to the dark side. he knew that ahsoka wasn’t much older than he was, but he had still viewed her as wiser. given their different demeanors at the time, it made sense. “if you don’t want to, then that’s your choice. but i think you’re wrong to say that you can’t.”

she knows where kanan is going with this. the same way obi-wan constantly goes, the same way meetra hints from time to time, the same way cal says without reservation. but it’s not as simple as everyone believes - though, she knows meetra understands. ahsoka.. needs to be sure. not only for herself, but for the order. that she would even be able to help them become what they need to be in this version of the galaxy.

@inspiringgreatness​   //   ahsoka tano.

trilla sat in the cockpit of their ship, several kilometers away from where the younglings were being kept. whatever had happened at the hapes consortium… a part of her wanted nothing to do with it, to stay away with cal and the younglings without any involvement. but staying away from the knowledge of what was going on would help no one. they were relieved when ahsoka appeared on the holo in front of her, leaning back in her seat. “i’m glad to see you’re alive. i know the death toll was high.” there’s no time to think about eighth, despite the temptation.

over two decades later, asajj ventress could still recognize ahsoka tano on sight. she’d practically watched the togruta grow up during the clone wars ( having frequently attacked their master & grandmaster ), and although the other had certainly aged, they would still know that face anywhere, just as she had memorized the other faces of the jedi she’d faced, & those who had wronged her ( which numbered many ). 

“padawan,” the nightsister calls, drawling in her direction. slender, worn fingers draw back their hood, a far too familiar interested - not dangerously so, just curious ( for now ) - smirk poised upon her lips. “look at you now. hardly a trace of the wronged little jedi i left you as.”

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as much as ahsoka wants to be annoyed at the other’s comment, they’re not wrong. the years have changed her. and so much has changed, not just ashoka - it’s much bigger than that, bigger than her. though.. she wonders, curiously, what that means for ventress. the once-enemy-turned-ally.. where will she land now?

        a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when she says she doesn’t need to go. ever since he woke up on geonosis in this new time, obi-wan has never expected a conversation to be easy. specially since there’s so much he has yet to learn about, but every time it just seems like all there is is heartbreak, infinite sadness. and he just hopes this conversation would have a glimmer of hope at the end of the pain he is sure will cause both of them. it is not easy to talk about the actions of the person they both loved, a person obi-wan is certain both feel like they could not help. in different ways they both feel like they failed anakin, and it is in those grounds that he hopes ahsoka would see them as equals. she is after all older than him now, and has lived through things that obi-wan is sure would break him. and yet he knows the part of her that gave him that answer.

        ❝but it is that simple ahsoka❞ obi-wan says in a calm voice, a stillness he had not felt in this new terrifying reality, but this is ahsoka, the best and brightest of her generation, ❝tell me, what is a jedi?❞ he asks rising an eyebrow, ❝a protector❞ he says with as much confidence as someone who lost a padawan to the dark side could muster, ❝at the end of the day, take the politics away, we are not soldiers… that’s not what we were meant to do❞ a part of him wishes he could have done more than just be a memory in a holocron for those in the run, ❝guardians of peace and justice, strip away the fancy titles, and a jedi is someone who protects those who cannot protect themselves❞ he finished matter of factly, ❝is that not what you did? so it is that simple, and every force sensitive out there who wishes to join us should be able to, they earned their place far better than many who came before them❞ he said pointing towards him, ❝i just learned that i hid in a cave for two decades while the empire slaughtered the surviving jedi, hunted any force sensitive out there, how could i call myself a jedi after that?❞ 

for someone who was a padawan through the clone wars, who was a padawan to one of the greatest jedi general the clone wars had seen, to.. someone who had, really, been forged in war, the shift to a different kind of life hadn’t been an easy one for ahsoka. hiding, running, constantly knowing too much attention would get her trapped and killed - or worse, given what had happened to others, tortured into inquisitors, forced to work for the empire. ahsoka had needed time and.. opportunity to help people, to really help and protect people to understand what her life was supposed to be. what it might have been able to be before, had the clone wars never happened. it had taken her even more time to get used to that, to combine that with her choice to work with bail and the resistance. but it all seemed.. normal, it all made sense. she never really thought about it, never had to - not until now.

a weak smile twitched in the corners of her mouth for a moment. padmé knew that in a sense, that was true –– the jedi were not the type to blame for such a thing, not someone outside of the order, at least. sometimes she’d thought their treatment of those outside of the order was more compassionate than its members. but still, a sense of guilt lingered. some kind of blame. maybe she shouldn’t have known in the first place. it seemed like it would have been better for them had she not.

“well, we’ve always been the type to keep busy,” she remarked with a soft smile, not quite realizing the seriousness of what precisely was on ahsoka’s mind. she might’ve been able to pick up on it, under normal circumstances, but much of her use empathetic energy was drained. she wanted to still maintain it, even now, but it was easier said than done.

but her heart threatened to stop at ahsoka’s next words. i found anakin. throat all but closed, a weight on her chest spurring a new wave of physical pain. lips parted to try and say something, yet no sound escaped at first. a few long moments of painful silence pass before padmé could will something to emerge, “where did you find him?” she asked, barely able to keep her voice from cracking. “was he… himself, or vader?”

she knew it wouldn’t be easy news to hear. not in padmé’s current state, and not with how things have been lately. but she needs to hear it, she needs to know what’s going on. with anakin having resurfaced, with him... back, here, able to be found and - padmé needs to be ready for what that could mean. for what she could be forced to face, soon enough.

although it was perhaps naive, padmé hoped that she would be able to see more of ahsoka like this. happy. opportunities like this were few and far between. bringing the hapes consortium was still a somewhat precarious balance, but the queen mother had agreed and allowed them all here, even those who historically had a poor relationship with them. hopefully having members of the council like ahsoka here would be a strong sign of good faith. “oh, sure. it’s nearly the same as any other event like this, albeit on a more exciting night of the year.” a slight non-answer, but she doesn’t linger on it. “i have to admit, i’m a bit appalled by some of the items they’ve put on display. it’s thousands of years old, but one of the headdresses is nabooian. a mourning one. the lightsabers are…” her head shook in disapproval, looking to ahsoka.

@inspiringgreatness​   //   ahsoka tano.

“i hear that congratulations are in order, master tano.” padmé couldn’t hide the beaming smile that warmly curled onto her lips. she’d been very pleased to hear the news –– not just because of the recognition that ahsoka must have been getting from others, but the fact that she was finally giving it to herself, too. that was something that had always concerned her much more. “you look beautiful, by the way.”

there had been so much to catch up on, after coming back –– not only in the seven years that had passed since his own death, the way that the war had progressed and eventually ended, but with those that he cared about. ahsoka may not have been a permanent fixture of ghost crew, but she was someone that he respected and cared about immensely. yet he didn’t know what exactly had happened to her, after. he assumed that she died on malachor.

corner of his mouth just lifted when he felt her hand against his shoulder, offering a nod of his head. “it’s been… easier than expected,” kanan answered honestly. “i never thought i’d see the order begin to recover, not in the way that it has.” in small ways, like his training ezra, but never something formal and organized like what was occurring on yavin 4. “though i’ve heard you aren’t exactly a part of it?”

the result of the emperor’s rift hasn’t been easy for some people to adjust to. for ahsoka, uncertainty and sudden changes weren’t all that foreign for her so it wasn’t too difficult to adjust - but she hadn’t had such a big displacement, and for kanan... well, she can’t imagine it’s been easy, to face all those he loves after they’d watched him die. she’s just glad he seems to be handling things well.

anakin withheld a wince before shouldering his way through the crowd and descending some stairs into the local dive. the smell of death sticks, hookah, and stale alcohol filled the air. some type of heavy bass filled rodian song. he might not speak the the language himself but he could recognize enough of it to know it was dirty and made to get beings p and moving. 

nodding at a server he summoned a set of local brew. “not the best location to talk I know. however, we won’t be questioned, few are in places such as this.” swallowing down the chilled liquid before putting the bottle down with a thud lost in the music. his eyes met hers and anakin knew the storm laying within was complicated and layered as if it was the surface of kamino. finally prying his eyes away from hers when the stare became too painful he locked eyes on his hand. his other one stayed under the table flexing and relaxing in his anxiety over this. “starting where?” anakin would use this as practice for when he talked to padme because he would talk to her. eventually. 

as her former, fallen master moves through the crowd ahsoka follows closely, not wanting to lose track of him. she watches closely, senses sharp as they make their way into some dive, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose at the smell of all the things she would prefer to avoid. it’s not the first time they’ve found themselves in a place like this. back when ahsoka was a padawan, when anakin was a famed jedi general leading the war efforts on all fronts - how many places like this had they investigated together? ahsoka still remembers so vividly coming into a place like this with anakin after.. after they believed obi-wan had been killed. anakin filled with rage and sorrow, determined to avenge his master - and ahsoka by his side, as always. where she needed to be. where she’d belonged, for a long time.

the question that has haunted her since sensing vader’s true presence floats to the surface of her mind, but she quells it just as quickly. now isn’t the time for her regret. there are more important things to focus on, right now, than ahsoka’s conflict.

there always are.