It's Commander Tano, Not Padawan

Chapter 10

After scrapping the eggs and pheasant onto a plate, Rex headed out to the living area, ready to present Ahsoka with the breakfast he had made.

Well, yes, the Senator helped, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

However, as soon as the door slide open, it took every ounce of his battle hardened instincts to not drop the meal he had worked for.

From where he was standing, the Captain could see a green and two blue sabers fluidly moving in flawlessly impossible timing.

It was... beautiful to watch. All three Force wielders' faces were entirely relaxed and at peace.

The woman sitting on the couch turned to him when she heard him enter and quietly motioned for him to come sit next to her.

Walking over, Rex stiffly deposited the plate on the caff table before him as she spoke. "A little after I sat down, Anakin and Ahsoka began this. Whatever it is. Master Kenobi came out a bit later and joined them. I've never seen anything like it."

Neither had he.

But he was pretty sure he had heard Ahsoka mention it. "I think Ahsoka called it moving meditation. She said the General does it like this because he apparently can't focus the normal way. Or he tinkers. Which, I guess, the Jedi still consider a form of meditation too?"

Padmé whispered back with a conspiratorial smirk. "I bet Anakin tells her it's meditation so she doesn't know he just can't sit still."

Rex bit back a chuckle. "You're probably right, Senator."

A bit sad – or a lot, but whatever, it didn't matter – he glanced at the plate in front of him. It was going to get cold.

"I can't imagine they'll be much longer, but if you sit the food on the black plate and set the knob to warm, it'll taste fresh for her."

He didn't understand how she did that, but he wasn't going to complain. Inclining his head, Rex went back to the kitchen with her plate, doing just that.

Coming back, the clone sat down, eyes glued to his Commander, who resided between the two men. She was only using one of her sabers, her shoto still on her hip.

He wished he could etch her serenity into his mind. The morning sun glided over them and Rex was wholly satisfied to sit there for as long as they meditated, observing.

The clone almost wished Ahsoka would teach him how to do that, but immediately dismissed the idea. He was a clone.

Instead, he faintly smiled, waiting for her to come back to the physical realm.

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Padmé decided one would have to have blinders the size of a Hutt to not notice how Anakin's Captain was staring at Ahsoka.

It went way beyond loyalty or even simple camaraderie. The man looked at her like she had hung the sun in the sky and the stars that streaked past them in hyperspace.

It was similar to how Anakin looked at her.

Their age gap was a bit odd, but Padmé understood better than most just how complex the situation was. Physically, the clones were pretty much double their age, but technically, Captain Rex was likely only 10 years old. Max.

So there really wasn't much to say about that.

Plus, Ahsoka deserved someone like Rex, who she had heard enough about to know he was a good man.

Adorable, she thought, grinning to herself.

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