Ahsoka Tano One-Shots

Even Stone Chips

Heyo human beings from outer space!

Guess who?

Me! Alive and somewhat well! you know how crazy insane trandotions can be when they kidnap you (hehe...) In all seriousness I'm sorry for dropping off the edge of the Wattpad for so long, that was not in my plans. But I did slowly construct this fic for all of you and lemme just say... the prose do be pretty. I've been reading insanely pretty prose recently and I'm addicted. 

anyway! this is a request from ao3, (I promise I haven't forgotten about you little munchkins and your requests over here, I'll get there eventually!) 

Read on if you dare. 

"Execute Order 66."

All around the galaxy, blaster shots rang out by the hands of clones, as they had before. But this time the clones weren't eliminating the inorganic clanker armies, no. This time they were shooting down the Jedi, the ones they had followed with full loyalty before.

And the padawans cowered because they were young, and they were not slaughtered alongside their masters. Their minds were not grown. They would be easy to influence, easy to convert into assets for the empire— so long as they were young enough: only children, the older padawans were disposed of.

Except for one.

Ahsoka Tano was strong-minded, too sure to be converted, but Captain Rex didn't see her that way. In his eyes, Ahsoka Tano was hardly more than an infant, so when he received the order, he turned to her and promptly ordered her to the hanger to board a shuttle.

"What?" Ahsoka squinted at Rex as if trying to detect humor buried beneath his stoic tone. "That's not part of the plan."

"Ahsoka Tano, report to the hanger immediately."

She reached for her lightsaber but didn't yet secure it in her palm. Something was very wrong, and the first clue was how Rex had just addressed her. He would never call her by both her names. He always used titles.

The second clue was the cold rush of the Force that stole her breath from her lungs, tearing a hole through the very fabric of her heart which gaped up at her like an unsealed airlock. The unmistakable chill of death ampered to the greatest degree. So much death. She clutched her heart, ordered her lungs to draw in air, and staggered back. The muddled sound of Rex ordering her to the hangar for the final time barely registered. And she fixed her eyes on him.

"Rex, what's going on?"

"If you do not report willingly, I'll have to take you by force."

"Answer my question."

Instead, he raised his blaster.

Ahsoka jerked aside, narrowly dodging a stun bolt, and snatched her saber from her belt, but thought better of igniting it. The Force, though screaming in pain, gave her the inkling that she should go to the hanger.

"Alright, I'll go! Stop shooting at me," Ahsoka barked, handing over her sabers at Rex's request. "Seriously, what's gotten into you?"

Rex said nothing, instead falling into perfect formation with a number of other soldiers that flanked Ahsoka on every side. Ahsoka's hands itched for her sabers but she kept them at her side. Her mind kept screaming that something was wrong, and she prodded again for answers, but they didn't so much as regard that they heard her.

Ahsoka had learned to trust in the Force, even if it seemed ridiculous or terrifying, and she truly was trying to trust it now but the doubts were creeping in. She despised not knowing, and if she'd ever known nothing, it was now.