The Tiny Commander

Rex and Kix's Shopping Adventure

As Anakin strolled away, he couldn't help but smile at the situation. Despite the bizarre turn of events, the sight of Ahsoka covered in paint and giggling brought a lightness to his heart that had been missing for a long time.

The hangar bay loomed ahead, a hive of activity as clones prepared the ship for departure. Anakin knew he had to focus on the mission at hand, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Ahsoka. She had always been his responsibility, his Padawan, and seeing her now in such a vulnerable state reignited his protective instincts.

The ship's engines roared to life, and Anakin made his way to the bridge. He needed to review the latest intelligence reports on the device that had caused Ahsoka's regression. As he entered, he was greeted by Captain Rex, who handed him a datapad.

"General, we've compiled the latest findings from our scouts," Rex reported, his tone all business now.

"Thanks, Rex," Anakin replied, skimming through the data. "Any leads on who could've planted the device?"

"None so far, sir. But our intel suggests it might be a prototype weapon the Separatists are testing. We're still trying to determine its origin."

Anakin frowned, the gravity of the situation pressing on him. "We need to find out more, and fast. Ahsoka's safety—and the safety of others—depends on it."

"Understood, sir," Rex nodded. "We'll keep digging."

Anakin's mind raced. He had to balance the immediate need to care for Ahsoka with the long-term goal of neutralizing the threat. As the ship lifted off, he made a decision. "Rex, when we land for refueling, make sure Kix and Fives have everything they need for Ahsoka. And see if you can get in touch with Master Plo Koon. He might have some insights on handling this situation."

Rex saluted, already making a mental note of the orders. "Yes, General."

As the ship soared through hyperspace, Anakin took a moment to close his eyes and reach out through the Force, seeking calm and clarity. He could sense Ahsoka's presence, a bright and youthful energy that stood out amidst the chaos. It was a reminder of what they were fighting for—not just victory in the war, but the safety and future of those they cared about.

The journey to the refueling station was brief, and as they landed, Anakin prepared to disembark. Rex, Fives, and Kix were already waiting with Ahsoka, who was now clean and clad in a makeshift outfit. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked around the bustling hangar.

"Alright, men," Anakin said, stepping down the ramp. "You know your assignments. Fives, get that activity chart ready. Rex, Kix, take Ahsoka shopping and make sure she has everything she needs."

"Yes, sir," they chorused, their earlier reluctance now overshadowed by determination.

Anakin watched as they led Ahsoka towards the marketplace. He couldn't help but feel a pang of longing—Padmé's words echoed in his mind, reminding him of their conversation. She had faith in him, and he had to live up to that faith.

Turning back to the ship, Anakin prepared for his meeting with Obi-Wan. There was much to discuss and even more to plan. But for now, knowing that Ahsoka was in good hands, he could focus on the task at hand.

As he boarded the ship again, his comm beeped. It was Obi-Wan. "Anakin, I hope you're ready. We have much to discuss."

"Always, Master," Anakin replied, a hint of a smile in his voice. "Let's get to work."

The ship's door closed behind him, sealing the world outside. For now, they were safe. And that was enough to keep him going.

Rex and Kix exchanged uneasy glances as they led Ahsoka through the bustling marketplace. The vibrant array of stalls, each overflowing with clothes and accessories, felt overwhelming. Ahsoka, her childlike curiosity piqued, darted from one display to another, her eyes wide with wonder.