Star Wars One Shots

You're Safe With Me

Ahsoka Tano was so, so tired. She was hurrying through the streets Ord Mantell City, head bowed and swaggering like a low life drunk. It was all an act, to make sure none of the bounty hunters in the garbage city recognized her. 

She was finally, finally meeting up with her Captain again, and she couldn't be happier, but she had just come back from a relief mission gone wrong for the rebellion, and she still had some burns from an explosion. Ahsoka had left before anybody could attend to her, as she didn't want to worry Rex further if she was late or didn't show up at all. 

Rex had insisted to meet at Cid's parlor, an old informant of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi's, and that was all she knew about the place, other than the fact that Cid could quite possibly turn her into the Empire. The only reason she had actually agreed was that Rex had let Ahsoka bring her lightsabers. 

Dragging her feet down the dirty stairs, she entered the parlor, immediately taking note of who were inside. There was a Weequay playing Sabaak with an Ithorian, both of them seemingly drunk. There was a female Trandoshian at the counter, who Ahsoka noted as Cid. Then, as she turned to the dark corners of the dingy place, she finally spotted her old friend. Smiling slightly, she ignored Cid in favor of joining Rex in the corner. He was still wearing parts of his old clone armor, and a cloak to hide most of it. As if sensing her arrival, he looked up from the mug in his hands and smiled at Ahsoka, warming her heart. Instead of sitting next to him like he would have thought, she plucked down onto his lap. 

"You seem tired, cyar'ika." Rex murmured by her montral as he wrapped an arm around her waist tiredly. Ahsoka placed one hand on his arm wrapped around her and the other disappeared under his cloak to grasp at his other hand.

"Just got back from a mission." She mumbled into his neck. Her hood had fallen off of her montrals, as she hadn't made holes to accommodate them. She didn't mind as she just hid her face in his neck. 

"Are you hurt?" Rex whispered, his hand moving to trace patterns at her waist. The fabric of her cloak was scratchy and very uncomfortable as it moved, so Ahsoka moved his arm under her cloak, wrapping it again around her waist. She hadn't seen her cyare in so long, and she deserved to have a safe place to rest for once. She was still only 20, but her body ached from bone-deep exhaustion, her eyelids heavy.

"Only minor burns and scratches. I'm fine." Ahsoka stifled a yawn, wanting to be conscious for whatever reason Rex insisted they meet up. "Why are we here?"

"I'm meeting some old friends to ask for help," Rex said, "and help that shouldn't involve the rebellion or a rogue Jedi." He added as Ahsoka began to protest. "But they're not going to be here for at least another hour. You can sleep, cyar'ika." He didn't mention waking her up, and Ahsoka doubted that he would unless he got into trouble.

"Thank you, Rex."

"You're safe with me, cyar'ika."

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When Omega rushed down the stairs before them and took a peak inside, Echo didn't expect for her to immediately jump back and close the door quickly. Panicked, she bounded up to where the rest of the Bad Batch were, halfway down the steps with their weapons already drawn.

"There's someone there with Rex." Omega stated. Echo narrowed his eyes behind his helmet. He knew his brother wouldn't turn them into the Empire, but why had he not told them that there was going to be another person there? "Does Rex have a sweetheart?"

Echo blinked. What?

"What?" Hunter hissed, turning to Echo. Echo shrugged his shoulders, even if a certain Togruta came to mind. Hunter turned back to Omega, who continued.