The Unchronicled Adventures of Ahsoka Tano, Book Seven

Chapter Nine: Return Of The Socks/ Going, Going...

AHSOKA TANO

Ahsoka lay propped up on her bed, watching as Lux dug through her closet. She was wearing a loose maroon sweater and a pair of brown leggings. They both still fit her, which led her to assume that she had reached the point where she stopped growing naturally sometime during the coma.

She sighed. She had always hoped that her hips would grow a little wider and her chest a little bigger. But she was still tiny, as she had always been.

“It must be in here somewhere…” he would mutter every few minutes. Just when she was beginning to consider breaking something to get his attention, he turned around. He was triumphantly waving her famous socks that went up to her mid-thigh in the air.

“I found them!” he cried, and brought them over to the bed. Crashing down next to her, and nearly causing the bedsprings to launch her six inches into the air, he smirked.

“And why is this a cause for celebration, exactly?”

He kissed her on the forehead. “Because they’re your namesake… Socks.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but then sighed again. “My socks make me think about walking. And that’s something that I’m still not able to do for some reason!” she huffed.

“Ahsoka, relax. You’ve only been awake for six hours.”

“Yeah,” she replied, “six hours that I could have been using to–”

Lux cut her off with a kiss. She responded by kissing him back, as she always did, leaning into it. Whenever she had tried to say something about not being able to walk, or having missed time with him, he would shut her up by kissing her.

“I love you,” he said, “but please stop complaining about that. Please.”

“I can’t help it! And what also doesn’t add up is that it feels like… like some of my memories are missing.”

CHRISTOPHERUS KRUGER

Christopherus Kruger watched from the Temple’s hangar, where he was fixing one of the power converters on his favorite sticker-clad Jedi fighter, as Anakin swept past him. He was clearly on a mission.

Anakin walked over to his own fighter – as there were about twenty of them at the Temple, purchased off of the black market – and hopped in. Although few had the courage to stop him for a conversation when he was in a mood like this, Christo was an exception. He put down his tools and ran over to him.

“Hey! Anakin!” he yelled. He was also one of the few who could get away with calling him by his first name. “Wait!”

“Christopherus, what’s going on?” Anakin asked.

“Where are you going?”

His face remained impassive. “That’s none of your concern.”

“Yes it is. When you’re in a mood like this, I’ve noticed that you have a larger chance of crashing, or miscalculating a hyperspace jump. I even did the math.” He smirked, because he was the one for crazy calculations at best.

“Tatooine. There’s something I have to know.” He stared out at the horizon. “There’s someone I have to talk to.”

“Anakin, it’s been over five years since Order 66. I think it might be too late to try to smooth old rifts over.”

When he looked back at Christo, there were tears in his eyes. “Well, I can try! I have to try! And I need… I need to see my son. I have to know that he’s all right.”

“Then I’m coming with you,” he said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“What…?” Anakin said, clearly surprised by the offer. “Thank you. But I already have Rex coming with me. I talked to him earlier.”

“You’ll need me there. Trust me. I know what it’s like to lose your parents, your friends, your mentor… I get it. Rex is a good man, and he can watch your back, but I think that you’ll need another Jedi with you.”

“Thank you, Christo.” Anakin managed a small smile as he got into his ship, and Christo got into his. A few minutes later, Rex had arrived, and once Anakin had written a quick note to Ahsoka, they left.