Ahsoka Tano One-Shots

Datapad

Heyo, human beings from outer space!

I come bearing Ahsoka and the Ghost crew because we need more of that. 

Ooh, and I'm not hurting Ahsoka in this one!

Read on if you dare.

Once upon a time, Anakin made a – maybe — mistake by giving his extremely energetic padawan a datapad. It didn't flip on to be just any old datapad, however. It contained the ability to capture photographs and videos.

He lived in constant fear after that. He didn't know when a togruta child would next jump out of nowhere to snap a picture.

It got worse when she lent it to Fives for a few minutes. Everyone trembled with terror during that dreadful time.

But then there were the not-so-fearful times. The times in which everyone would willingly gather up for a group photo, sporting their largest, most genuine grins.

After nearly three years of unending photos, Anakin was surprised the datapad hadn't run out of space. She must've taken a hundred pictures of everyone, plus five hundred group photos.

And he couldn't bring himself to regret any of them. Not the one she took when he was shaving in the 'fresher. Not the one she took when he fell asleep watching a holo film. Not the ones in the training room.

Not even one.

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"Ezra, this is a really bad idea," Sabine sang from behind Ezra.

"No, it's not," Ezra replied. "I just want to see what's inside."

"We'll get in trouble," Sabine warned.

"We're only in trouble if we're caught," Ezra protested. "Come on, Sabine. We're here alone for another hour."

"I wouldn't like it if you came into my cabin without asking," Sabine reasoned.

"Well, I'm not," Ezra put on his cocky grin. "I'm going into Ahsoka's cabin, and I'm taking you with me."

Sabine rolled her eyes. Ezra palmed the door open using the keypad. If it had been locked, Ezra certainly didn't have any trouble with it.

Ezra walked cautiously through the door. Sabine followed, her curiosity pricking.

The dim lights in Ahsoka's temporary cabin brightened a little when Ezra and Sabine stepped inside. There were no real belongings. Some files, a Holocron, and two datapads sat in anonymous places around the room and proved to be the only things other than the bunk and a stand.

Ezra walked over to fiddle with the Holocron, deciding if he should go so far as to open it. Sabine cautiously made her way over to the datapad. It did not look like a normal electronic.

Sabine hesitated a moment, then lifted it off the battered datapad off the stand. On holding it, she quickly realized that it was an old model. A very old model.

Turning it over in her hands, her finger accidentally hit the power button. The screen lit up and projected its contents in holo-form. Sabine gasped and dropped the datapad on the stand.

Ezra whirled around. "What did you do?"

Sabine didn't reply. Ezra gaped at the holos projecting around them and filling the room.

Photos. Thousands and thousands of photos. Sabine scrolled through them slowly.

Captions were written on a few of the photos. One of the captions read, "Anakin sleeps like a dead bantha". Another one read "Anakin is the best big brother!" Both of those pictures contained a picture of a young man with dirty blonde hair.