#saberbled

@saberbled

Noah had decided they needed to stay on board-- get some information on the First Order’s plans. Where they were going, what they were going to do. Noah was no spy-- they weren’t even in a Trooper uniform yet (they didn’t know where the uniforms were kept). Noah let out a strangled yelp when they were suddenly shoved into a supply closet, face to face with a masked person. Noah looked at the other with a panicked expression, holding their breath to wait to see what the other would say. @saberbled

there were too many answers iris could have said. maybe it began when she was an infant, and her parents decided to abandon her for the first (and not the last) time. maybe it began when she was a stupid teenager, joining the order. maybe it began when she made the conscious choice to stay with the order to save her own skin, even when she saw the atrocities they committed. “not sure,” she said. “maybe it’s always been this way.”

“I don’t,” Ahsoka admitted. Too much has happened to let herself trust him. It was too much to process. It was one thing when Anakin was a force ghost-- it was another when they were in the flesh. “But I still love you.” And that was the hardest part, that she still loved him-- Anakin-- after everything. If he was here as Vader, she would not. But Anakin was here and she missed times gone by too much. She had mourned the loss of Anakin when the Sith Lord took his place, despite knowing they were the same person.

That was the difficult part. Rose knew of Anakin’s Vader’s legacy. But she also knew that Luke trusted him to have changed. And Luke was probably one of the most light filled beings she had ever met. And she had witnessed Anakin being kind to her-- when Phasma had harassed her, when they were searching for a cure, and when the virus took hold of her. “I think you’ve changed,” Rose said. And he would always be changing-- hopefully for the better. 

Anakin. The last time Ahsoka had come face to face with the man, he had adorned a mask and sentenced her to death. ( of course, it did not happen that way. ) Realistically, Ahsoka knew that this could not be avoided. That she would see him again. The Torgruta had seen him, and Obi-Wan, as force ghosts throughout the remainder of her life. But this was different. This was more real. She could touch him, feel him. Those many years of seeing his ghost had lessened her anger towards him. Would she ever forgive him for what he did? No. Would she ever hold that same trust she had in him as a child? Likely never. Ahsoka lingered near the wall, taking in his form. Stars, it was like no time had passed. Anakin looked just as she remembered-- before he fell. That tugged at her heart, longing for that reunion. But she had to be cautious. Ahsoka did not know how he identified now that he lived-- Anakin or Vader? Ahsoka felt at her side, reassuring herself that her lightsaber was within reach should he attack. “Anakin...” @saberbled

While Rose was well again, she was still a bit tired. During the quarantine, her body had given out on her. She had been transported onto a Resistance ship while she was out. Rose had already awoken with Iris next to her, but now she had to find the rest of her friends. One of them was a new friend-- someone who she spent a lot of time with during the virus (while she wasn’t infected). “Anakin,” she said, leaning up against a wall for support. It was easy to get winded after being sick for awhile. @saberbled

A BIG MOOD.