Ahsoka Tano One-Shots

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Heyo, human beings from outer space!

This one is a doozy (I wrote it instead of doing important things oops) so enjoy. It's also not a request, just a brain child of mine, but I promise I AM working on requests. I'm trying to squeeze out the second part to "I'm so Sorry..." (it's been a long time coming) so hopefully that will be next

Read on if you dare. 

It was the first time Ahsoka was staying with the Ghost Crew for more than a few hours. She'd been on a mission that went awry, her ship was blown to smithereens, and the Ghost had been the swiftest rescue. The Ghost Crew wasn't due back from their own adventures for over a week and Ahsoka had agreed to hang out with them until they were scheduled to return.

Day One

"Seriously?" Sabine groaned for the umpteenth time, watching Hera dig through the supply closet for an extra set of sheets. "We have to do this?"

"Sabine Wren, if I hear you complain one more time—"

"How do you know she's not an imposter?!"

Hera sighed and dragged her hand down her face. She did not have time for this. "Sabine—"

"She could be, you never know. She could be a very dedicated imposter determined to take us down from the inside. She could've had that goal from the very beginning, when she first joined the Rebellion, and could slowly be corrupting us from the inside out."

"I swear to— what?" Hera blinked at the girl. "You're kidding, right? That's ridiculous, even for you."

"What do you mean, even for me?!" Sabine snapped. "I am not—"

"Not continuing this conversation. Admit it, it's far-fetched— impossible even. And don't you dare suggest we leave Ahsoka to be on that planet with no rations or escape. That's low, and I know you don't mean it. No life is worth this stubbornness."

Sabine opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again. "She's not sharing a room with me."

Hera rolled her eyes. "Of course not. Do you think Kanan and I are moving his things into my room for kicks and giggles."

"Um... yeah?"

At least this earned Sabine a sharp (but unserious) elbow in the ribs. Hera turned back to the supply closet and spotted the sheets she'd been digging for, dragging them out in a wad. "Ah! Finally! Now, Sabine, you can either check the med-bay to make sure it's ready in case Ahsoka needs it, clean up the mess you left in the galley kitchen, or help me with prepping Kanan's cabin. Which do you—"

There was no need for Sabine to reply, apparently, because she was already up and away, down the hall to the med-bay. Hera sighed and shook her head. She bundled up the wad of sheets and made for Kanan's quarters.

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"Get ready, everyone, thirty seconds!" Hera shouted, the Ghost diving under her fingertips just as she commanded it to. Boots clanked the metal floor, Kanan shouted orders to the kids, and Hera pulled up. She spotted Ahsoka, emerging from the brush of the forested planet floor and whipped the Ghost around to get the ramp as close as possible. Ahsoka, at least, seemed to be moving okay.

Hera swooped the Ghost low, the ramp lowered, voices shouted and boots stomped, and then Kanan was yelling that they were clear, and Hera pelted upwards. She evaded the few weak attacks thrown at her and launched into hyperspace.

As soon as the galaxy smeared outside the windows, Hera was on her feet and into the cargo hold, where Ahsoka was standing surrounded by the others. Hera breathed in silent relief.