I Am No Jedi: Ahsoka x Reader

Chapter 29

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The Oba Diah black market had been shut down by Aayla and the 327th, at least the East portion of it. A few squadrons of her troops had been issued long term to finish the job, much to y/n and Ahsoka's approval.

He had recovered well from the injuries and virus, and the Jedi had arrived in Coruscant with no further incidents. Immediately the Council was informed about the hacked 2-1B medical droid, and investigations were undertaken for each issued machine.

Only fifteen tampered droids had been released by the Separatists, but one clone had been killed. The knowledge that the enemy was manufacturing such weapons now helped immensely with the prevention of more hacked droids, as the undamaged central processing unit allowed the Jedi to infiltrate the Separatists' manifest list and completely shut down the program.

"What in the Force is the Republic Executive Directive 9302-84121?" y/n groaned, putting his face in his hands as he glared at the computer.

"Basically, the chancellor has rights to order the seizing of the Holonet channels for Republic usage in an emergency," Ahsoka said, not looking up from her position slumped down on the table. Her face was pressed down into her arms, muffling her voice.

"Honestly," he scoffed, scowling, "I don't see why it's important for us to learn and memorise every single Republic law and regulation. That's a bit superfluous."

Groaning again, he slumped back in his seat and yawned. Wondering what his Master was doing at that moment, he spun around in the chair to face Ahsoka.

"This is boring."

"I know," she replied, lifting her head to stare at the computer. "But it's essential to our studies and blah blah blah."

"Explains how you're so good at it," y/n grumbled. "Anything study related is your strong suit. I just do combat and stuff." He looked down at the datapad, thrown carelessly in the clutter of papers and objects on the library desk. For a few seconds there was some silence.

"Help me Stripey..." he said, holding the 'e' sound for more seconds than necessary.

With an exasperated exhale through her nose, she didn't turn away from her computer and said, "What?"

"Do you remember the name of the dude who created the Galactic Constitution?" he asked the Togruta meekly. Not liking to be the lesser intelligent one or seen seeking help, he was a little irritated to ask Ahsoka.

"It wasn't created by one person, but was formed with the contribution of many people, especially politicians, obviously. However we will be focusing on Sistros Nevet this unit, so that guy," she answered, not looking away from her screen.

He wrinkled his nose, then fumbled for a piece of paper amid the mess on his side of the table. "Here I wrote down that it's Kadar Orwag...wait what?" Blinking, he looked up again, his face a mixture of frustration and fatigue.

Rolling her eyes, Ahsoka leant over to look at his notes, and scrunched up her nose in distaste. Pretty much everything he had written was incorrect.

"Um, n/n. It's all wrong," she sighed with a little smirk.

"What?!" he jolted up in his seat and spun his head to stare at her. "But the essay's due tomorrow!" Glancing at the time counter, he flopped down on the table, narrowly missing crushing Ahsoka's hand under his head.

Sighing, she shook her head and turned back to her datapad, where she entered more written characters into the computer. "I can't believe I'm offering to do this, but I'm almost done with mine and I can help you with yours after."