Star Wars Imagines

Changed - Ahsoka Tano X Reader

Jedi. Two Jedi approach you, along with a Twi'lek, a Mandalorian, and a Lasat. You find your breathing hitch. You don’t want to get dragged into another war. Guilt fills you at your cowardice, your unwillingness to fulfill your duty as a Jedi.

 Padawan, you think bitterly. You aren’t even a real Jedi.

 Something else is there, too. A sliver of hope breaks the waves of crushing emotions, at the realization that two Jedi survived.

 The older Jedi, a man with brown hair tied up at the back of his head, teal eyes, and tan skin. He gives you a look of recognition, but thankfully it seems as if he can’t place you. The Twi'lek woman seems to do the same, but dismisses it.

 “C-can- Can I help you?” You ask.

 They seem to take no notice to your stuttering. The younger of the Jedi duo, a boy with black hair explains. “We - uh - need a place to fix our ship for awhile….and,” the older Jedi nods. “A place to hide from the Empire for about…a rotation.”

 Your about to shake your head, but your instincts are telling you to help them. After a moment, you nod. “I can arrange that.”

 The Lasat scoffs. “How many credits?”

 You sigh, waving your robotic hand at them. “Free of charge.”

 “What?” The Mando blurts.

 “Sabine,” the Twi'lek warns. Then she turns to you. “Thank you…”

 You take a deep breath. Your mind is screaming at you to not do it, they will figure it out, (Y/N)-

  “(Y/N).“

  She nods. "I’m Hera.” She points to each member of the crew, naming them. Zeb is the Lasat, Sabine is the Mando, Kanan is the older Jedi, Ezra the younger.

 You can only hope you hadn’t been too
much of a show off in the Clone Wars.

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 “Is it rude to ask how you lost that hand?” Ezra asks.

 You sigh, turning away from the piece of tech you were working on.

 “The Clone Wars. I, uh, jumped in the way of a….blaster bolt…for a friend- and well.”

 A half lie. You jumped in the way of a lightsaber for someone you loved, who you couldn’t live with out.

But she is dead now. Gone. Ripped from your life and you were on the other side of the fucking galaxy and couldn’t stop it. Every time you reach out in the Force for her, it’s empty.

 "Ezra, go help Hera.” Kanan says.

 Ezra nods, running from the room. Kanan sits on a crate.

 “I know you from somewhere.” He says.

 “Oh?“

 "I…can’t place it.”

 “Lets just say…if the times were different, we would’ve met under more peaceful circumstances.” You say. Then you change subject. “You’re the boy’s master?”

 “I try.” He chuckles. “I…I’m only a padawan myself.”

 Me too, you want to say. Instead: “You seem to be doing a good job. I’ve seen, during the Clone Wars, padawans who didn’t seem to listen at all. The most reckless I’ve ever seen.”

 The mention makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time. You smile at the memory of Anakin not listening to his former master and your current one (at the time), Obi-Wan, Ahsoka ignoring Anakin, and an exasperated Obi-Wan following you as you drop into reckless abandon to go save Ahsoka-