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#TAHNOS.  independent  &  super  selective  ahsoka  tano  from  the  star  wars  franchise.  mutuals  only.  mostly  canon  complacent,  however  i  am  still  working  my  way  through  both  clone  wars  ( though  i’ve  watched  ahsoka’s  major  arcs  already )  and  rebels.  i  am  the  mandalorian  friendly  and  will  write  within  that  timeline,  however  i  will  NOT  be  using  r*sario  d*wson.  i  heavily  prefer  using  animated  icons  and  will  be  using  those  most  of  the  time,  even  against  live  action  fcs.  following  on  from  that  i  will  not  follow  or  interact  with  anyone  who  uses  g*na  c*rano.

established  december  2020.  by  alice,  25,  she/her.

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❝ GRAND  ADMIRAL  THRAWN … ❞  she  repeated  the  name  &  she  could  not  recall  ever  hearing  it  before .  It  was  not  a  name  that  rung  a  bell …  her  arms  crossed  over  her  chest ,  head  tilted  to  the  side  ever  so  slightly .  ❝ information  about  WHAT ? ❞

SHE  WAS  CURIOUS ,  SHE  REALLY  WAS .  She  heard  about  her  by  now ,  Din  told  her  about  the  JEDI  they  encountered ,  but  in  all  honesty ,  Cara  never  thought  that  SHE  would  meet  said  Jedi  too .  ❝ and  you’re  looking  for  WHO  again ? ❞

*:･ﾟ✧  @tahnos​​  liked .

        𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐈𝐓, a glimmer of a grin briefly flashing over her at the promise offered. satine makes a mental note to speak to obi-wan about ahsoka, to voice the recognition that even amongst the most talented padawans she’s met, ahsoka is special, wise beyond her years in a way rarely seen. (he should proud of anakin and ahsoka, satine thinks, and briefly she finds herself wishing for the same, for someone to tutor, someone to mentor.) 

       satine blinks in surprise and the smile that settles on her lips is very nearly shy. “you’re very kind to say so, ahsoka,” she replies softly in response, “i’ll admit, i’m not used to hearing such even from amongst my own people, much less the jedi. i…,” she exhales, brow furrowing as she struggles to choose the right words, “change frightens people, makes them cling to whatever is familiar, whatever makes them feel secure, even if it comes at great cost to others or themselves.” 

       gaze lifts to the city once more, teeming with life, and she finds herself reminded how fragile this peace is, that its cost was so great as to make her heart ache all these years later. “war is a terrible thing, ahsoka,” gaze drifts back to the padawan once more, eyes soft, “i am sorry that and your peers should have to come of age in it.” something in her expression shifts then, a sudden realization, and she gives a quick shake of her head, “but i apologize, this wasn’t meant to be such a somber evening, was it? i suspect you get enough lessons on morality back at the temple.” observation is punctuated by a quick week, smile turning easy once more. “even the jedi deserve a night off, now and then.” 

ahsoka  finds  her  own  laugh  mixing  with  satine’s,  her  mirth  almost  contagious.  though  the  laugh  soon  dies,  her  smile  remains.  somewhat  bashful,  a  feeling  not  common  for  the  young  padawan.  she  won’t  pretend  to  be  overly  versed  in  the  history  of  mandalore,  but  she  knows  enough.  both  learned  during  her  lessons  at  the  temple  and  taught  by  masters  skywalker  and  kenobi.  the  latter  of  whose  invested  interest  suddenly  makes  a  lot  more  sense.  

❝    the  jedi  aren’t  an  army    --     well,  they’re  not  supposed  to  be.    ❞    the  war  has  changed  so  much.  she  was  always  taught  that  the  jedi  were  people  of  peace.  yes,  they  had  weapons,  but  they  weren’t  soldiers.  they  were  only  to  fight  when  the  balance  of  the  universe  was  in  danger.  which  it  is,  she  supposes.  truly,  she  doesn’t  know  much  about  the  war.  still  a  youngling  when  it  broke  out,  and  sent  straight  into  battle.  she  never  questioned  her  orders,  only  tried  to  prove  she  was  capable  of  them.  lips  part  to  speak,  but  for  once  she  finds  she  doesn’t  really  know  what  to  say.

if anakin was unsure of the nature of the force here before, his padawan’s words confirm that it isn’t friendly. ❛ i’m not sure, ahsoka, but i promise you it’s not real. ❜ ahsoka is strong ; stronger that most people anakin has met. for the presence here to work against her so quickly, twist so deeply…it must be something old. very old. 

ahsoka is smart, as well. anakin can tell that closing her eyes lends her something close to control ; it’s good. ❛ stay there, ahsoka. breathe. i’m going to see if i can find a way out. ❜

he moves to the right, towards the wall. he reaches out to feel along it, but stops with his hand a few centimetres away, hovering. it feels cooler, here, which seems impossible. they’re underground now, sure, but it shouldn’t be cold. and yet it is, unnervingly so. enough that anakin hisses, pulls his hand away again after only a few seconds. but if the manipulation is strong enough here…

anakin reaches out again, and doesn’t hesitate this time. instead. he pushes his hand forwards fast, closed into a fist. he doesn’t hit the wall. instead, his hand passes through. it’s freezing. he cries out, caught off-guard, and falls back, staring. ❛ ahsoka, keep your guard up. this place is wrong. ❜

it’s  not  real.  she  focuses  on  his  words.  anakin’s  voice  echoing  over  and  over  in  her  mind  as  eyes  close.  ahsoka’s  essence  reaching  out  for  the  force.  she  pictures  anakin  how  he  actually  is.  smooth  skin  marred  by  a  scar  across  his  eye,  brown  hair,  and  blue  eyes.  it  helps  to  banish  the  nightmare  from  her  eyes.  though,  she’s  not  sure  she’ll  ever  really  forget  it.  the  sight  of  her  master  burned  almost  beyond  recognition. 

the  force  relinquishes  it’s  grip  on  ahsoka,  and  she’s  pulled  back  to  her  present.  when  she  opens  her  eyes  again  her  master  looks  like  himself  again  and  a  sigh  of  relief  passes  her  lips.  she  watches  from  a  distance  as  he  investigates  the  cave,  gaze  watching  him  carefully.  reflexes  on  edge,  waiting  for  any  sign  of  trouble. 

HE  MAKES  NO  ATTEMPTS  TO  HIDE  how  he  found  out  the  coveted  information.  little  did  he  know  that  disclosing  the  fact  he  was  a  jedi  to  his  carer  would  unlock  a  chatty  medic.  and  someone  who  seemed  very  willing  to  share  stories  about  his  favorite  ‘ex’-jedi.  though  the  smugness  quickly  drains  from  the  younger  man  and  softness  takes  over.  she  doesn’t  need  to  finish  her  sentence.  while  alone  in  every  sense  of  the  word,  it  seemed  they  all  lived  the  same  lives  while  on  the  run.  it  would  be  hard  enough  to  form  bonds  after  being  raised  to  do  the  opposite,  but  after  knowing  their  people  were  dead?  it  took  a  long  time  for  them  to  get  passed  that  hurdle.  maybe  they  never  fully  will  ❝  if  it  makes  you  feel  any  better  the  first  time  I  met  hera  I  didn’t  even  see  her  and  all  I  could  manage  was  a  ‘huh’  and  then  the  second  time  I  was  still  completely  speechless.  so  I  think  you’ve  one  up  me  there  ❞

         𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒, gaze lowering to her hands as a torrent of memories floods through her mind. it’d been so difficult those first few years, perhaps even more so than now, and the loss of qui-gon had shattered her. mourning, however, had been forced to be private, kept away from distrustful eyes and rumors. it would not do, after all, even for a new mandalorian at so precarious time, when so much hung in the balance, to be seen mourning a jedi. “i suspect it was not easy for master kenobi,” she finally states softly, “to lose his master so suddenly and to find himself mentoring a padawan all but immediately? a padawan he’d not chosen, no less?” gentle gaze slides to ahsoka. “he is a good man, master kenobi, even if perhaps he and i don’t always see eye to eye.” 

         a contented, almost dreamy hum escapes her lips at mention of peace. “yes, peace. it’s a shame, i think, that those of us that so desire it often find ourselves accused of naivete, but with time that will change.” she has to believe that, satine reminds herself, that all this chaos must eventually end. “yes, i would not be here were it not for the jedi’s commitment to peace, just as i’m sure there are many who live still thanks to your actions, ahsoka.” 

     satine pauses for a moment, turns and allows herself the brief thrill of tilting her hood back, even if only a few inches to see the city unobstructed. “you’re right, you know,” she inhale slowly, thoughtfully, “thank you, ahsoka, for reminding me of that. i needed to hear it. i fear i veer towards pessimism far too often lately.” 

❝    i  know  he  is.    ❞    her  voice  is  soft,  thoughtful.  maybe  she  sometimes  takes  master  kenobi  for  granted.  after  all,  she  isn’t  his  padawan  and  yet  he  treats  her  almost  as  such.  gladly  letting  her  tag  along  with  him  and  anakin,  imparting  his  own  knowledge  when  the  situation  arises.  as  much  as  she  has  learnt  from  anakin,  and  perhaps  picked  up  on  bad  habits,  she’s  learnt  almost  as  much  from  obi-wan  too.  views  him  not  only  as  a  friend,  but  a  member  of  her  family.  and  what  a  strange  little  family  it  is,  too.  two  jedi,  a  clone  trooper,  and  a  padawan.  yet,  she  wouldn’t  have  it  any  other  way.    ❝    don’t  worry,  i  won’t  tell  him  you  said  that.    ❞

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎  𝐎𝐅  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄  ,  but  no  words  follow  her  question  ,  he  merely  digs  his  fingers  into  the  ridge  of  his  chest  plate  ,  a  wheeze  of  pain  following  .  body  feels  hot  and  cold  ,  sweat  clinging  to  every  ridge  ,  flight  suit  sticking  to  his  body  where  pools  of  blood  now  begin  to  seep  through  the  fabric  .  

❝  need  to  .  .  .  ❞  a  garbled  series  of  words  ,  barely  coherent  .  ❝  get  off  world  .  ❞  din  huffs  agony  verging  on  blinding  ,  leaving  colorful  spots  dancing  behind  his  eyelids  .  ❝  hurt  -  everywhere  .  ❞  again  ,  helmet  falls  against  the  floor  ,  growing  still  ,  though  his  breathing  remains  ,  shallow  and  uninterrupted  .  alive  .  

don’t  panic!  she’s  screaming  to  herself.  ahsoka  needs  to  keep  level  head,  like  she  was  always  taught.  but  it’s  hard.  hearing  the  pain  in  his  voice  without  knowing  what’s  wrong    --    it’s  unlike  anything  she’s  ever  felt.  and  she  needs  to  do  something,  fast,  before  he  slips  into  a  state  that  she  can’t  pull  him  back  from.  but  she  can’t  do  anything  here.  they’re  too  vulnerable  to  attack.  gaze  darts  to  the  open  mouth  of  the  ship,  trying  to  calculate  how  the  hell  to  get  him  inside.  there’s  no  stretcher,  and  dragging  him  up  the  ramp  might  worsen  any  injuries.  ahsoka  takes  a  deep  breath,  pulling  away  to  stand  by  his  side.  i  can  do  this.  hands  stretch  out,  feeling  the  force  flowing  through  her.  her  body  becoming  a  vessel.  his  body  lifts,  only  inches,  off  the  ground.  it  should  be  enough  to  get  him  to  the  ship  safely.