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Summary: Ahsoka and Rex try and make sense of who and what they are after Order 66 occurs. Figuring out what to do with themselves, they remain together for a period of time before parting in their own directions.
Warnings: slow burn, mentions of Order 66, ptsd, injury, death, and future nsfw situations
Word Count: 6,461
A/N: Ahsoka's solo chapter! It will take place simultaneously with next week's chapter (Rex's Bad Batch episode). So you will see a few conversations repeated from from two perspectives. Also, trigger warning for Lux Bonteri and thank ya'll for waiting an extra week 💕
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It was the worst night of sleep she’d had in a long time, arguably the worst sleep she’d had in her life. Ahsoka tried telling herself that she’d done this a million times, that it was no different than before.
The glaring truth was that it was different in almost every way imaginable.
The galaxy was a different place, the dangers had heightened insurmountably, and the roles she and Rex played in each other’s lives were forever altered. He was her final constant, the most important person in the universe to her now… and he was currently traveling systems away from her. That sinking feeling was relentless, bringing to light the fact that this was the farthest they’d been apart since the crash.
Rolling away from the viewport, knowing she wouldn’t find him sleeping on the ledge, Ahsoka got out of bed. She wanted to be useful while not on the mission, an old habit she’d formed while being Anakin’s student. Staying behind had never suited her and was one of the things she’d struggled with most as a Padawan. Even Rex knew that. She could tell just by his voice as he was leaving that he hated having to be the one to make that call.
The thought of that brought her some solace at least.
Her bedroom door slid open and she entered the hallway, preparing to join the Martez sisters in the common area before stopping in her tracks. Trace had just spoken her name in hushed conversation. Ahsoka quietly pressed herself up against the wall, listening intently to what the girls had to say.
“She didn’t go?” Rafa asked. It was somewhat muffled, but Ahsoka’s montrals served her well.
“Nope,” Trace replied, making a popping sound with her mouth, “He went to Ord Mantell without her. I saw him leave alone.”
Rafa sounded intrigued, “Huh. And to think I thought they were finally banging it out in here last night.”
Her sister laughed, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. They were in the kitchen when I came in to check, but you should’ve seen it, Rafa. Those eyes he gives her? She was looking at him the exact same way last night!”
Ahsoka was fighting to continue listening to the girls over the sound of her quickened pulse and spiraling thoughts. Establishing contact with Bail the previous night and watching Rex leave in the ship, had overtaken what had happened in the kitchen. With so much going on all at once, it had been pushed back. The moment hurdled back to her at full force, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.
Rex’s eyes held emotion similarly to the way that Kamino’s clouds held rain. Even the sisters, who’d only known Rex for just a short while, had found this to be true.
Ahsoka racked her memory for the details. Getting past his intoxicating proximity, his warm breath fanning over her lekku, and what had tightened within her as his arms were placed on the counter was a task easier said than done. Drowning out the conversation on the other side of the wall, Ahsoka was enveloped completely in scrutinizing the interaction.
Had it been the low lighting conditions manipulating her vision? Could she have just read his body language wrong? Her own reaction to the situation was the only thing coming to mind and, just like it had last night, her heart began to pound furiously.
Ahsoka slipped from behind the wall, fleeing from her own mind. Trace and Rafa were lounging on the squashy armchairs when she emerged from the hallway and R7 beeped happily at the sight of her. She smiled, watching as Trace lazily patted him. Neither one of the girls were decent liars, appearing as if they’d obviously been talking about her and Rex. Now that she had joined the room, the pair seemingly had nothing to talk about.
Rafa switched on the Holonet and began listening to something at a low volume. “Sleep well?” She directed the question at Ahsoka as she took a seat beside Trace. A mischievous glint was sparkling in her eye.
“You’re still going on about this? Ahsoka returned, acting as though she were annoyed. Truthfully, it wasn’t as annoying as it had been from the start. With Rex not being present, it was tolerable.
Trace looked between them and Rafa continued, “Just wondering if he has good genes… but I’m guessing that wasn’t the case or else you’d be with him right now.”
Imagining him in that way was something she’d never done on her own volition. Rafa’s suggestive comments caused her already traitorous imagination to run wild. It was imperative she keep it at bay. “No, it just wasn’t safe for us both to go. We don’t know if the clones you met still have their chips or not,” she explained, directing the topic away from Rex’s genes.
A smirk broke out on the eldest Martez’s face, “You know, Trace, I don’t think messing with her will ever get old.” The darkening of Ahsoka’s lekku hadn’t gone unnoticed to either of them.
“Don’t listen to her, Ahsoka. She hasn’t stopped talking about the one with the long hair since we woke up this morning,” Trace teased, a huge smile plastered from ear to ear. The way Rafa paled was enough to incite laughter between the younger girls. Rafa could’ve broken a record with how quickly her smirk dropped.
The sisters began to casually bicker, prompting Ahsoka and R7 to leave the scene. Snagging breakfast from the bar, while a mindless action, brought back the image of Rex standing between her legs as she sat on that very counter the night before. Heat swarmed into her cheeks and she made a beeline for the garage, notifying the sisters she’d be taking a look at the Angel.
Her astromech sped up to match her pace and chirped contentedly. The ramp emerged and her old friend continued to follow her inside. Confiding in the droid wouldn’t actually be the worst idea she’d ever had. R7 did have more emotion than the average astromech, and might be able to provide some insight on her inner turmoil. If he were here, R2 would’ve been highly opinionated, and probably less helpful. Ahsoka sighed, wishing she knew what became of her other favorite droid.
“Run a diagnostic will you, buddy?” she asked, planting herself in the pilot’s seat and propping her legs up on the console.
R7 extended his scomp link and began doing as she asked. She was ready to allow her thoughts to whisk her away once more when her droid piped up again. Ahsoka scrunched her nose in thought and the droid turned its head to look at her, awaiting a response.
“I think I could’ve handled it, too. But Rex was right to go alone. Just because I could handle it, doesn’t necessarily mean that I needed to try. It’ll be easier for him to lay low without me,” she replied. That response earned her a satisfied beep. When the diagnostic report was finished, Ahsoka crossed her ankles and reviewed it. By some miracle, the girls had managed to get away with zero damage. Trace’s piloting skills were improving.
Another beep resounded through the cockpit and Ahsoka lifted a brow marking at the astromech’s sudden sass, “Well I was the only one who had faith in them apparently.” She laughed, but her mood shifted drastically at R7’s next inquiry. Oh. He’d heard the rest of the Martez’s conversation that she hadn’t.
“I forget that you’ve known Rex and I both for quite a while… But, no. I’ve told the sisters the same thing countless times. Nothing is going on between us. And nothing ever will.”
R7 was unconvinced, however, offering her a short chirp and asking her to fill him in on the gaps.
Sighing, she continued, “I don’t know. Something… changed when I came back, even before all of this.” Ahsoka gestured around her, referencing the aftermath of the war. “He was a good friend before, one of my closest actually. Returning to all of it — seeing him again — there was this inexplicable shift. The friendship I expected to return to felt different… a good different. And then there was the helmets…”
Ahsoka drifted, and for good reason, but R7 urged her to push through the tainted memory. He’d not been online to see the helmets that now served as grave markers. Before tears could prick her eyes, she pressed forward. “You weren’t there, but even throughout the Siege, the energy between us had changed. It was him and I… without Anakin. And when we were on the bridge heading back to Coruscant, before the order was given, there was this moment…”
Again, Ahsoka drifted mid-sentence, but her droid’s beeps were no longer heard. She remembered that day so vividly still, every moment etched into the backs of her eyelids. The details of it all had been pushed back in the wake of so much loss, only now being pulled down from the high shelves she’d hidden them on. Back on the bridge with Rex, that interaction stood out even while it was happening. It wasn’t just because it was now the final normal moment of her previous life, or because they’d successfully captured Maul and helped Bo reclaim Mandalore.
It was something else.
Rex’s eyes had been different there, as well. They weren’t different now because of what Order 66 had done. They weren’t different because of the time and levels of vicinity they’d grown accustomed to. Just like her, Rex had felt the shift in their dynamic. His fondness of her had expanded even before they started down this unmarked path together, navigating their way completely in the dark.
Every second spent with him had started to flow back to her. Working chronologically, they all began to make the others make sense. That look had been there when the blast doors opened and she saw him for the first time again. It had been there while they were catching up en route to Mandalore. It had been there in the gunship, in the meetings, during the transfer of Maul onto the Tribunal. It was unmistakably there on the bridge and then again in the control room when she’d removed his helmet.
It had been there from the second she returned, and it had yet to disappear. It was there on Jabiim, Naboo, and on Saleucami. And just last night, it made an appearance in the kitchen as he stood impossibly close to her. Finally, she saw Rex’s eyes as plain as day, not just the color but the emotions storming behind them. The image was so vivid that he could’ve been standing right in front of her at that very minute.
The Martez sisters hadn’t been exaggerating.
Ahsoka placed a hand to the base of one montral and found that she was out of breath. At last, she could hear the beeps from her very concerned astromech. R7 trilled and shook from side to side in a small panic until she hushed him.
“Sorry, buddy,” she apologized, “I’m fine. I should be thanking you, actually.” If he wasn’t already confused enough, the little guy definitely was now. Ahsoka laughed at herself and provided him with clarity, “I think… Rex might feel the same way.”
R7 wheeled closer to her and did the equivalent of a hushed squeal. He was overjoyed with her admission of affection and the possibility it might be requited. Ahsoka had to quiet him yet again, “Not a peep out of you, you hear? I don’t fully understand it myself yet. Things haven’t stopped changing since I’ve been back. I expected to find some sort of comfort in the existing relationship that Rex and I had, but the only thing I’ve been comfortable with so far is how he and I haven’t fallen back into our old rapport. It’s deeper than it used to be.”
It was then that Trace appeared in the doorway, holding Ahsoka’s holoprojector. She was out of breath as she reached the cockpit, “He’s calling. Rex is calling you. I got this out of your room.” The small device was handed to Ahsoka and Trace left the ship, walking at a much slower pace back inside the apartment.
Ahsoka pressed the button to answer and placed it on the console, watching Rex’s figure materialize. He, too, sounded breathless, “Ahsoka. It was them. It was Echo.” She didn’t know what to be overjoyed about first, that he’d survived or that Echo truly was alive. Was Rex alright? Her head was still spinning from what she’d just uncovered. He continued, “They’re alright. They… need their chips removed, but I’m on my way to Senator Organa as we speak.”
His news came as a huge relief. She closed her eyes and allowed her worry to diminish. The tricky part had gone off without a hitch. “That’s good to hear, Rex. You have no idea how good that is to hear,” she said finally. It was all good news, yes, but nothing was more cathartic than knowing he was still with her. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t tag along on this one after all.”
Rex’s smile faded and she wished she hadn’t said the words, not wanting to add any more insult to injury. “My thoughts exactly,” he agreed. There was a beat before he spoke again, a moment she took to scan him for any sign of wounds or abrasions in his armor. “Ahsoka, I apologize. Bringing you around Cut was too great a risk and I shouldn’t have taken it.”
What? She’d not thought about it like that at all. It had never once even been a consideration. Effective chip or not, she wouldn’t have opted to leave his side. She wouldn’t let him face that potential pain alone. “Rex, it’s alright,” Ahsoka said, nearing the edge of her seat before redirecting him. “I take it everything went smoothly, then.”
He laughed at her obvious attempt to save his feelings. “Yeah, well, you’re not gonna believe who the girl was,” Rex went on. Her eyes widened. Could it have been a Padawan? A youngling that managed to escape the Temple? Her muscles stiffened and he opened his mouth to speak again. “The kid they’re traveling with is a clone,” he revealed finally. Something dwindled inside of her, but her interest was piqued nonetheless. “Don’t know why or even how, but she’s like the Fett kid. Unaltered aging.”
Ahsoka had occasionally wondered what a female version of Jango Fett would look like. In fact, all the clones were known to make jokes about it from time to time. But she actually existed. It had to be for a purpose. The Kaminoans didn’t have the humor just to make a female clone because they, too, were curious what she’d look like. “You’re sure?” Ahsoka asked, trying to work out how this all made sense.
“Positive. It’s why I can’t let them keep their chips. She’s young and it’s not like she’s got a pair of lightsabers to protect herself if things go sideways. I don’t doubt that they’d protect her, but if it’s them she has to fear, well…” Rex trailed, “You were already deadly at her age and you’d had the practice against a squad of my best men. She wouldn’t stand a chance against them.”
His concern for the girl was admirable. It was yet another reason she cared so deeply for him. Rex had already decided that this kid’s safety was his responsibility. He wouldn’t let her spend another second with troopers who still had chips in their heads. Ahsoka was actually surprised that the girl wasn’t currently occupying the seat behind him. She sat up a little straighter, “So how exactly are you going to extract their chips?”
“Hunter asked the same thing. When I deliver the Separatist intel over to Bail, I’ll see if he has any suggestions.”
She almost didn’t ask her next question, but chose to for her own sanity. “When will you be back?”
“I’ll keep you posted, shouldn’t be too long. Once I’ve removed their chips, I’ll contact you with an estimated rendezvous time. Any news on your end?”
“Nothing yet. Rafa’s been listening to the Holonet in your absence. I was about to do the same when you called — trying to figure out our next steps,” she replied. A pause slid between them, a kind of weighted tension that they’d grown accustomed to. Everything she’d just spoken about with R7 was still fresh on her mind, mingled with the emotions Rex had displayed about the girl clone. Convincing herself he still saw her as a kid, Ahsoka was unsure all over again.
Rex seemed to be feeling the same tenseness that she was. “Ahsoka…” he spoke her name for the third time. Each one made her chest tighten that much more. She leaned forward again, lekku brushing her thighs as she waited for the rest of his thoughts to tumble free. “I’ll contact you again shortly. I’m almost to Bail’s coordinates,” he closed.
It wasn’t what she’d wanted him to say. “Good luck, Rex. Hurry back,” she responded. They weren’t the words she wanted to say either. Rex gave her a nod and the connection ended.
R7 gave a soft chirp.
“I don’t think I’m ready to unpack all of that just yet, little guy,” she sighed.
~~~
She spent the majority of the day inside the ship, lost in a deep dive of channels both public and private. R7 assisted her in decrypting the more difficult ones and accessing their contents. They’d not found much else besides what they already knew. There was, however, more information available on chain codes and which planets had a strong Imperial occupation already.
Rex had contacted her only once more with the update that he’d be going to Bracca to carry out the chip removals, so she and R7 worked quickly to get him as much information on the planet as they could. All they could offer of any real importance was that the planet was controlled by the Scrapper’s Guild and that they were one of the first to wave the Empire’s flag.
R7 began to work at a slower pace as the hours went by and let her know that he’d be powering down soon. Ahsoka patted him gently, told him to go ahead, and that she’d be fine in her own company. As he powered down, she took that as her cue to take a break and stretch her legs.
On her way out of the Silver Angel, Ahsoka stopped by the ramp. There was a sleeper to her right that had been used recently, and the girls hadn’t been gone long enough to warrant any shut eye. She did suppose that Rafa could’ve slept there on the return trip from Corellia, but something told her otherwise.
After the two short nights that Rex had shared her bed, Ahsoka would know his scent anywhere. It was Rex that lingered on the threads of the sheets, not Rafa’s obnoxious perfume, solving the mystery as to where he’d been crashing when she woke up alone in the guest room.
She continued walking past and began cleaning up her mess of tools from the past few days, seeing as the ship hadn’t needed any new repairs.
In gathering up the smaller items, Ahsoka found some unusual parts. A favorite pastime of hers as a Padawan was guessing what those small parts might make up. They were tiny but mighty — something Master Yoda said often about her when she was still a youngling. Each small part had a big role to play within something else.
Two white pieces of durasteel caught her eye and she held onto them, wanting to see if the sisters were alright in parting with them. Standing, Ahsoka wiped her hands on the knees of her jumpsuit and returned inside the apartment. Trace was listening to the Holonet in place of Rafa.
“Where’s Rafa?” she asked.
The younger girl turned around, “Oh. She went up to the middle ring after you left. Something for R7. Said she probably wouldn’t be back until later. What did Rex say?”
Ahsoka sat beside her favorite Martez and pulled a leg under herself, “He was able to pass along the intel you guys got over to our contact. And the clones you met on Corellia are meeting him to get their chips removed.”
“That’s good! I hope it goes well. If not for the sake of the kid, then for me.” She laughed, “That one clone’s hair being in danger of getting chopped off is all I’ve been hearing about since you told us Rex was getting them taken out.”
They laughed together, but something about not knowing someone that Rex and the Martez sisters knew bothered her slightly. She changed the topic and dug the parts out of her pocket. “Hey Trace, I found these while I was cleaning up in the garage. Do you mind if I keep them?”
Trace inspected the small pieces in Ahsoka’s palm. “Honestly, I have no idea where these even came from. Knock yourself out.”
She thanked her and pocketed the parts once more, listening in silence to a transmission. It was difficult to concentrate though, as her friend was having a hard time maintaining any interest. She huffed and shifted endlessly on the sofa. It would’ve been amusing to watch if Ahsoka hadn’t been avidly trying to pay attention. “Trace?”
With half-closed eyes the girl hummed in response. “Yeah?”
“I got it from here. It’s getting late anyway. Let’s make a deal. I’ll finish listening to this one if you make us dinner. Sound good?”
The girl perked up at that, ready to seize any opportunity not to sit and endure the words of the speaker. She jumped up from her spot with new energy and was excited to make better use of her time in preparing a meal. Rafa would probably have something to say about her sister’s cooking, but Ahsoka didn’t mind it.
Anyway, she was more keen on focusing on something that could help Rex rather than having a spectacular meal. And she couldn’t blame Trace for her impatience with the speaker. The broadcaster was very monotone and droned on, feigning loyalty to the Empire. Rafa put up with it because of the valuable and reliable information that was dropped from time to time, slipping past unnoticed to casual listeners.
This channel was how they’d figured out about both Daro and the decommissioning factories. Advertising Imperial propaganda was the perfect cover.
Devoid of any new intel, the broadcast ended and the girls ate their dinner. It was fairly decent, but Ahsoka could already hear Rafa’s complaints upon her return. After their dishes were rinsed, Trace turned in early for the night and so Ahsoka retired as well.
It wasn’t until she was alone again that her worry returned. Trace had evidently been trying and succeeding at getting her mind off of the unknown status of Rex’s well-being.
She took one glance at the unmade bed and opted to sit on the ledge of the viewport. With Rafa being out, the ring’s activity became that much more fascinating. It would also serve well as a distraction from wondering about the safety of a certain clone Captain.
A single blind was pulled down with the weight of her finger and she watched people carry on about their lives. Something she found so captivating was the varying sleep cycles on The Wheel. It was just a rotating space station, not a planet. And while there was a nearby sun, the residents still elected to ignore it. Everyone was stuck in the rotation cycle of whichever planet they’d last visited, therefore, the rings always had people awake and busy at all hours.
Ahsoka drew her knees under her chin as she watched residents walk down the large, curved hallway. Among those awake with her were the usual families, business owners, high-spirited children, and a variety of others.
Her gaze settled on a young couple. They were smiling as they stopped by a stall selling Jogan fruits. Ahsoka looked on as the human woman nuzzled into the lekku of her Twi’lek partner. The green Twi chuckled and pulled her closer. As a private onlooker, Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile along with them. Lifting her head, the woman kept her attention on her male companion’s lekku. With a nimble finger, she began tracing circles into the lek closest to her, causing the man to shiver and laugh.
The Jogan fruit vendor counted credits and packaged their purchase, but Ahsoka’s eyes remained on the couple. His bottom lip was tucked under his teeth and he whispered something into the ear of the woman, causing her to blush crimson.
The blinds were abandoned as Ahsoka felt she’d seen something she shouldn’t have. That display had clearly been an intimate moment between two lovers. She swallowed and blinked a few times to center herself. However, the curiosity had already taken root.
Lekku sensitivity was something she’d always known about, but had never given much thought to. She indulged in her wandering mind, imagining what Rex’s buzzed hairs would feel like against the skin. He sported a close shave with a bit of stubble, but not nearly as much as he used to keep, and she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel at its different stages. Ahsoka could practically feel the coarse hairs mingled with the hot breath she’d already felt on the responsive skin.
Mindlessly, she moved a hand to her own lek, lightly brushing the skin down from the middle. She reached the end and the sensation sparked throughout her body, the effects present in some very specific nerve endings. Ahsoka gasped and quickly returned her hand to wrap around her legs.
She felt ridiculous, embarrassed by her own actions. Something coiled behind her stomach again and she rolled her eyes. Her attraction to Rex was more than just the harmless crush that it used to be. At some point within the last few weeks, it had become a… physical desire.
Scoffing at herself, Ahsoka gave in to temptation and peeked between the blinds again, searching for the couple. But they had already made their way out of view. Ahsoka’s eyes landed once more on the neighboring unit and its dusty entrance. It was easy to picture living there, being neighbors with the sisters, her and Rex laying low to evade the Empire for as long as time would allow.
With her slicing skills, entry would come easily. If there were any alarms, she was equipped to disarm those as well. Although it was just a dream, the idea was appealing.
A group of children ran past and her attention moved towards them. They were taking turns kicking a purple ball, giggling as they engaged in some sort of game. It reminded her of life at the Temple. These children were no different. They played just the same as she had with the other younglings.
It took a great deal of strength not to think of what had happened to the younglings that were inside the Temple during the fall.
She returned to reality when she heard a sudden, shrill yelp. The kids were now gathered around a gash in the floor that had been closed off, watching as one of their own bent over the railing. Immediately, Ahsoka noticed that their ball had fallen and that they were attempting to retrieve it from the area in need of maintenance. There were a few spots on the lower ring like that, as it was the oldest and most adorable level on the space station.
Her first instinct was to use the Force to lift the ball, but knew that was the last possible option. Her eyes darted around the ring. No one was paying attention to them! Not a single adult was concerned about the shrieking that had just occurred, as they were all making conversation or partaking in transactions.
Ahsoka’s adrenaline began to rise. She had to do something. The kid slipped further, leaning dangerously over the rail, fingers still wiggling trying to reach the ball. His two friends weren’t strong enough to pull him back up. He was going to fall.
In an instant, Ahsoka yanked the blinds up and lifted the glass pane, slipping out from the bedroom and into the lower ring. Her eyes took a second to adjust to the bright environment and she darted towards the children. In and out. Get the ball, get the kid, and get back inside the apartment.
“Let me help,” she said hurriedly as she approached the three children. The two with their feet still on the ground saw her and graciously made room. She grabbed the ankles of the third child and effortlessly pulled him to safety. There was a mix of confusion and relief plastered across his face. He’d clearly had no idea until then that he was in any danger. Once his feet were back on the ground, she leaned over the railing herself and snagged the ball, her lekku nearly grazing sharp, broken pipes in the process.
Ahsoka pulled herself away and remained on her knees, presenting the purple ball to the kids. Each one of them looked as though they’d been scolded, unwilling to reach for their toy.
“Hey now,” she said, smiling, “What’s with all the long faces?” She quirked a brow marking, causing the young girl in the group to smile shyly.
The boy who she’d rescued rubbed his arm, “Sorry, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am for getting our ball back.” A mixed mumble of ‘thank yous’ and ‘sorrys’ came from the other two children.
She was just thankful they’d learned their lesson and that they could resume play. “Of course, I just saw how much fun you were having and wanted to help. Go on, now. Stay out of trouble and away from areas needing repair.”
Bigger grins had donned their faces as their shyness faded away. The girl took the ball from Ahsoka and led the group away, kicking the ball once more. Ahsoka crossed her arms and laughed as they rounded the ring and she could no longer see them. Although, their giggles could still be heard from around the corner. She then remembered herself and glanced towards the door of the empty unit. Still, no one was paying her any mind, instead consumed with their own lives. If she wanted to, she could get inside. The effort would be child’s play. She laughed at the irony.
Taking one final look at the door, Ahsoka made her decision. That wasn’t the path she’d be taking. It was a comforting concept, but if her own actions had just told her anything, it’s that she couldn’t refuse help to those in need. She couldn’t sit by when she knew that Rex needed her.
Helping the kids was something so small, but something that reminded her of who she was at the core. In the aftermath of so much devastation, she’d lost herself. It was this, paired with repair work and assisting Rex, that Ahsoka was regaining a sense of who she was without the Jedi. Turning her back on the door, Ahsoka strode with new confidence back towards the viewport she’d left ajar.
Before she could slip back inside, however, she saw Rafa standing outside the front door. The girl crossed her arms, “I was wondering how long it would take you.”
Ahsoka almost froze but stood up and held her ground, not sure how this was about to pan out. Rafa flipped her hair and gestured for Ahsoka to follow, “Come on. In through the door. If you were going to leave the apartment, you couldn’t just done it like a normal person.”
Once inside, Ahsoka went to the bedroom to shut the glass and lower the blinds. She returned to the dark living room to apologize. “Rafa…”
The girl held a hand up, “Save it. I saw what you did to help those kids. You don’t have to explain. But, you’re not supposed to leave the unit. That was the deal.”
“I know. It won’t happen again,” she promised, feeling guilty. Still, if given the chance to do it over again, she’d make the same decision.
Rafa shot her a knowing look, “Right. Like I believe that for a second.” Ahsoka was ready to retaliate when a genuine smile replaced the scowl on Rafa’s face. “You know, Trace and I actually had a bet going.” Ahsoka raised a brow marking. “She said it would take you two weeks to leave the apartment,” the girl laughed, then smugly added, “I said it would only take a few days.”
Ahsoka was not amused, but thankful that her host wasn’t upset with her and asking her to leave.
“You may not be a Jedi, but I stand by what I said before. You still act like one,” she commented, placing a small bag on the bar. “Just promise me if you leave again, you’ll wear a cowl or cloak or something.”
She approached the girl and agreed, “Of course. So what have you got in the bag?”
Rafa appeared proud of the answer, whatever it was. “R7 asked for a part this morning. Trace was going to get it, but things of that sort are only available on the other rings, so I went instead.” She opened the bag and showed off a device Ahsoka had no trouble recognizing. With the way Rafa had worded it, she assumed R7 had asked for a part for himself, but rather it was a part for their Holonet transceiver.
“Rafa these are hard to come by,” Ahsoka said breathlessly, her eyes widening, “Not to mention illegal.”
“Yeah. Tell me about it. Took me all day and I now owe a few favors, but this will help us tremendously. Being able to track the locations of these broadcasters will show us where our allies are. And this one has allegedly been modified to unscramble voice modulations back to the originals. We could find out exactly who all is helping leak intel the Empire’s trying to keep under wraps.”
Ahsoka took the device from Rafa's open palm. “Well, what are we waiting for?”
The older girl smirked, “I always knew I’d warm up to you.” With a roll of her eyes, Ahsoka padded over to the transceiver and attached the device, powering it up and waiting for the working indicators to turn green.
When they finally did, the girls held their breath as they turned on the same broadcaster from earlier. The familiar droning of the disguised voice filled the room once more, the noise prompting Trace to emerge from her room. “Guys, can you keep it down? I’m—”
Rafa aggressively shushed her sister, beckoning her to come sit with them on the couches. Trace sat down beside Ahsoka as the voice began to warble and shift. Each of the girls sat with bated breath, suddenly very absorbed with the normally monotonous voice.
Static overlapped the speaker before it cut out completely, leaving the room in silence. Three sets of shoulders dropped in defeat, the hope of something so promising now lost. Rafa ground her teeth and made a move to stand up before the transmission resumed.
“… promoted along with Governor Wilhuff Tarkin who were each awarded at the ceremony on Coruscant this past Centaxday.”
The Martez sisters squealed with joy, listening to the clear voice of the male speaker and copying down the coordinates that had appeared in small red numbers on the device. Rafa looked over at Ahsoka, who, even in the dark, had paled in color. “Ahsoka? What’s wrong?”
She swallowed, a mixture of shock, confusion, and disgust running through her system all at once. How? It didn’t make sense. Ahsoka wasn’t able to properly gag at Tarkin’s promotions due to the voice that had announced it. “I know that voice,” she revealed at last. The sisters shared a look, not knowing if Ahsoka’s recognition of the man was good news or bad. Trace opened her mouth to speak before Ahsoka cut her off, “I have to contact Rex.”
Back in the privacy of her room, Ahsoka reached for her comm, finding that it was already flashing. Rex was calling her. Ahsoka pressed the button to answer and the light stilled, her comm crackling along with it. The static reminded her to scramble her own voice.
“Rex?” she asked, waiting impatiently for his distinct voice to come through.
“It’s me,” Rex answered back. “Are you alright? Tell me how you’re doing.”
There was so much to tell him, but she knew the call had to be kept short. “Everything’s fine over here, Rex. What about you? Were you able to remove their chips?”
“I’m fine. And yes. Their chips have all been removed. Ran into a few complications, but nothing we couldn’t handle. I’ll fill you in on the rest when I get back. Anything new?” he asked, repeating the question from earlier.
“We found something,” she said, “It's a bit of a long story, but I think you’ll want to get back here. I’ve got our next mission.”
“Copy that,” he said, sounding more like a soldier. She supposed the sudden change in tone meant that one of the troopers had joined him. “I’ll meet you at the rendezvous by the next rotation.”
She could still hear him breathing on the other end, as if he might say something else, but then she heard a second voice begin to speak. Ahsoka immediately severed the connection. The other voice definitely belonged to a clone, but sounded different than the ones she was used to. Still, it was chilling to hear it after not knowing if she’d hear another one besides Rex’s ever again.
Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka returned to the common area to update the girls on Rex’s success and that she was turning in for the night. Trace elbowed Rafa at the news and they, too, headed to bed.
Try as she might, Ahsoka still couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t expected much to happen in Rex’s absence. He’d be back at The Wheel at some point tomorrow and she didn’t know how she was going to last much longer with all this new information swirling in her head. The only things she knew for sure was that she could no longer easily define her feelings for him, that the prospect of returning to the fight wasn’t as nauseating as it had once been, and that Lux Bonteri was acting against the Empire.
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I'm having Rexsoka feels and the sky is blue! Just thinking about these two over the years, and how beautiful and tragic their relationship is. 🥺 And I swear to gosh and jeepers, if we never get confirmation that Rex knows Ahsoka is still alive, I'm going to jump into a paper shredder.
For Rexsoka Monthly's April prompt, It's You Or It's No One. There's an accompanying drabble on my AO3.
As Rex and the Bad Batch prepare to infiltrate General Rampart's old Venator, he accidentally shows them something on his datapad that was meant for his eyes only.
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No underage Rexsoka, unless it’s platonic. This means no content where Rex is an adult and he is sexually attracted to Ahsoka when she is a minor. Unless their ages are adjusted, no explicit romantic content before season 7. Pre-relationship fluff and Ahsoka having a baby crush are acceptable.
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