TWISTED.
❝ i'm not a jedi, but I'm not a sith. i'm me, and that's what matters.❞
Despina Anseris never asked for her mission. She never asked to see the place she called home get torn apart because of her best friend's rath. She never asked to see...
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Ahsoka stood next to the entrance of the Falcon wearing a long white robe and a long similar colored staff in her hand, smiling as I approached her until she noticed the worried expression I was failing to hide. "What is it?" the old Togruta asked me.
"The old Jedi ghosts... they kept me from connecting to Ben," I said slowly, narrowing my eyes in confusion as I shook my head. "All this time, I thought he was choosing to block me, but he's been trying to contact me this entire time." Ahsoka places her left orange hand under her chin, rubbing it as she thought to herself. "Why? Why would they keep us apart?"
"Perhaps to keep you and this place hidden?" she suggested. "He was able to find you on Carlac before. Everything happens through the Force for a reason, whether we at the time like it or not." Ahsoka gave her head a shake before smiling and placing her hands on my shoulders. "Never mind that for now. I packed you a little something... get you out of those rags you've considered clothes for so long. You stay safe, you hear me? I'll be the first one here the moment I hear the Falcon is coming back."
I wrapped my arms around my Master, placing a hand against the back of her head comfortingly. My eyes were closed as I took in the feeling of her hugging me back, the staff dropping against the ground as she embraced me fully. "I'll see you again, Ahsoka Tano," I whispered sadly. "I promise."
"You better," she chuckled with a sniffle, letting me go so I could see the proud smile she had on her face. "Go save the galaxy, Despina Anseris." The first step away from her was the hardest, but I slowly made my way up the ramp into the ship, turning over my shoulder one final time to see her wave me away. Ajan Kloss had been replaced with the white panels of the Falcon. I took two right turns that led me to the cockpit where Poe and Chewie already sat, both conversing as they prepared the engines. BD-1 stood on the command board, twirling his red and white head back and forth between the two.
"... listen, I've dealt with this chick, so I'm in charge," the commanding pilot argued with the Wookie. "Who knows if she even likes your kind?"
"Who are we talking about?" I asked as Chewbacca roared in disapproval, and Poe turned in his seat.
"Oh, you're finally on... remember Daria?"
"Dark hair, bossy, saved my life taking down an AT-AT?" I remembered, crossing my arms against my chest. "Rings a bell."
"Well," Poe pursed his lips sheepishly, "the thing is... you can blame Rey for the idea if you end up desperately not wanting to go..."
"Just cut to the chase, Dameron."
"-yeah, Rey read in her Skywalker book that the best place to start is where the old guy stopped his own search for Exegol... which happens to be Pasaana." I stared at the pilot dead-faced, not believing what he was saying.
