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A weird looking walker was making its way over a sandy plain, looking more like a walking house than a war machine. The walker stopped suddenly and three older men walked out of it followed by a young blond boy.
“Are you ready, verd’ika?” one of the men said with a smirk.
“Elek, ba’vodu Wolffe,” the little boy beamed.
“Gregor, set up the range,” The man, Wolffe, ordered.
“Right on, Commander!” the second man, Gregor, saluted with a crazy giggle like laugh.
“Now, you remember the rules?” The last man asked seriously.
“’Lek Buir,” the child nodded, equally as serious. “Listen to you, Ba’vodu Wolffe and Ba’vodu Gregor, never aim at anything that isn’t a target or someone trying to hurt me and be careful.”
“Good lad,” The last man, the child’s buir, nodded proudly. “Off you go, help Gregor set up.”
Wolffe and the last man looked after the child as they ran after Gregor. Both of them looking sad and happy at the same time.
“He looks so much like his mother,” the last man murmured with longing.
“I know you miss her, Rex, but General Skywalker is marching with our brothers far away, protecting them like she always has,” Wolffe placed a hand on Rex’s shoulder.
“I know but that doesn’t make it hurt less,” Rex sighed before chuckling slightly. “Luke keeps asking about stories off Ani and it’s really hard to make war stories child appropriate.”
“Have you run out of all the down time stories already?” Wolffe chuckled.
“No but Luke is now at that age where he wants stories about heroes and there is no greater hero than Anakin Skywalker.” Rex smiled proudly.
“Come on, you lovesick di’kut, let’s go and teach your son how to use a blaster.” Wolffe huffed in amusement and stalked off.
Luke was good with a blaster though he did prefer two DC-Blaster pistols like his buir instead of a DC-15A Blaster Rifle like ba’vodu Gregor used or the DC-15s Side Arm Blasterthat ba’vodu Wolffe preferred. Though he looked forward to when he could learn how to use a bes’kad like ba’vodu Kote, which ba’vodu Kote had promised to start teaching him when he turned ten.
He had a lot of ba'voduse, most of them with the same face, which they also shared with his ba’buir, but he had been told they were clones of ba’buir… it got confusing but one thing Luke was absolutely certain of was that he loved his aliit even if they did share the same face.
Living with his Buir and his ba’voduse was fun even if they did live on a desert planet and ba’vodu Gregor was a bit cracked in the head. He had it better than many others in the Galaxy, Luke knew, but there was one thing that made him sad and that was that his buir’ika was gone.
Luke could feel how much buir missed her and how much it hurt that she was gone, but he could also feel how much love buir held for his buir’ika every time he talked about her and showed Luke holos of her.
He was pretty sure his buir’ika was the prettiest ever! And Luke looked like her a lot and he really liked that. According to ba’vodu Wolffe Luke had buir’s hair color but the rest was all buir’ika. Though Luke did hope he took after his buir in height instead of his buir’ika becsaue according to ba’vodu Gregor buir’ika was really short, tiny really, and Luke did not want to be short forever.
“Lu’ika!” buir called for him. “Dinners ready!”
“Coming!” Luke called back and hurried to engage the safety on his blasters before running towards their home. It was time for food.
***
Tatooine was a lot warmer than Seelos but Luke didn’t mind. What he did mind was being forced, more like asked but let him be an angsty teenager for a bit, to work on vaporator on a farm in the middle of nowhere!
It was boring and tedious and boring… wait, did he say boring already?
“Luke?” Beru called out to him.
Owen and Beru Lars had been kind enough to let Luke stay with them in return for his help around the farm. His buir had dropped him off at ba’vodu Obi-Wan’s home three years ago after too much of the Imperial forces had been coming to Seelos. Ba’vodu Obi-Wan couldn’t look after him by himself since he traveled a lot, helping the rebels along with his riduur, Luke’s ba’vodu Kote who was called Cody by auretii.
Buir had told him a lot about his buir’ika growing up, how she was both a jedi and the Mand’alor, how she had always seen the vode as people and given them a home, how she was kind and gentle, loved children and would fight to protect her people even if she herself would be in danger.
Ba’vodu Obi-Wan, when he visited to train Luke and just spend time with his vod’ika’s son, would tell stories about Luke’s buir’ika from when she was a child, about when she came into his life until she left it.
One thing Luke was certain off was that his buir’ika was loved, and missed, by many and that the most important thing in her life had been Luke and his twin, Leia. And yeah, Luke knew about his twin though they had never met in real life, only able to send messenges once or twice a year but he loved her and knew she loved him, he could feel it.
“Luke?” Beru called once again.
“Yes, Aunt Beru?” Luke called back.
The cover story was that Luke was the son of Owen’s late brother and had come to live with them when Luke’s father had passed away. It saddened Luke that he could neither use his buir’s or his buir’ika’s last name as both Fett and Skywalker was to recognizable.
So to everyone he met on Tatooine he was Luke Lars, nephew of Owen and Beru Lars, seventeen years old and friendly to most.
“Tell Owen to make sure the protocol droid speaks Bocce,” Beru smiled at him.
“I’ll tell him but I don’t think we have a lot of options,” Luke shrugged slightly.
The buying of the droids, a golden protocol droid called C-3PO and a white and blue astormech named R2-D2, went by in a blur. Luke knew R2-D2, or at least he knew off the droid as his ori’vod talked about the droid with fondness and love.
He had only met his ori’vod, Ahsoka Tano, once but he liked her. They had a com that could only send text but was also completely secure because her com only connected to his and vice versa. When he had been a kid he had been very confused how a Togruta could be his older sister but buir explained the mando’ade practice of adoption.
Being told that he also had two other ori’vode was a bit annoying but at least he was still older than Leia. Cal Kestis was thirteen years older than Luke, and Luke thought he was the coolest ever!, and he had been missing for most of Luke’s childhood and the celebration when he had been found, in the company of a nightsister of all things, buir had cried in happiness.
Grogu was apparently the oldest of the Skywalker-Fett siblings but at the same time the youngest. Aging as slowly as Grogu apparently did mean that while he had lived for approximately 40-50 years he was a toddler mentally, maybe 1 or 2 years old.
When Luke had found out that Grogu was still missing he had demanded to be allowed to go out and search for him, he had passed his verd’goten after all, but buir had said no citing it was to dangerous… yeah, buir was a bit paranoid but Luke didn’t blame him, not one bit.
Cal on the other hand had just smirked at buir before getting back on the Mantis and going off to find their ori’vod’ika. From the holos Luke had seen Grogu was absolutely adorable and he wanted to cuddle him!
***
Chewbacca stared as General Kenobi walked over to his and his foundlings, not that Han knew Chewie saw him as his foundling, table followed by a small humanoid. The small humanoid looked like Mand’alor the Shining Light, the Mand’alor that Chewbacca had sworn to because she let him be both a warrior for the Wookiees and a Mando’ade at the same time.
“They're the Mand’alor’s, aren’t they?” Chewie asked softly as he looked at General Kenobi while nodding towards Luke.
“Mand’alor?” Han looked between them all in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“He is,” General Kenobi answered Chewie, then he turned to address Han. “It’s not something we should discuss here.”
Chewie turned to look and saluted the ad in the Mando’ade way, “Well met, Alor’ad.”
The ad seemed surprised before returning the salute, “Su cuy'gar, verd.”
Han seemed confused for a moment before shaking it off, “Anyway, Chewie here told me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan system.”
“Yes, indeed,” General Kenobi nodded thoughtfully. “If it’s a fast ship.”
“A fast ship?!” Han sounded insulted. His foundling was a bit to obsessed with the Falcon if Chewie said so himself. “You’ve never heard of the Millenium Falcon?”
“Should I have?” General Kenobi asked and Chewie could see the twinkle in the man’s eyes.
“It’s the ship that made the Kessel Rin in less than 12 parsecs!” Han exclaimed in a proud voice.
“Parsecs is a distance,” the alor’ad pointed out, unimpressed.
In the end Han takes the job after the promise of a lot of money. Chewie wanted to do it for free, both for General Kenobi and the alor’ad, mostly for the alor’ad, but he knew it wasn’t feasible and Han needed the money to pay back Jabba the Hutt.
Chewie has no idea what the future holds but he is certain that it will be an interesting trip.and if he can teach the alor’ad something about his buir that no one else has before than he will gladly do so.
Wonder if he is Ka’ar touched like his buir? If he is maybe Lu’ika can learn how to rip enemies arms off with the Force like a Wookie… that would be interesting to see.
***
Boba felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw Obi-Wan walking with a young man that looked so like his ori’vod except his hair color, cheek bones and lips, those were all Rex. He had only ever seen holos of Luke before since he was on Seelos with Rex, Wolffe and Gregor, but they didn’t do him justice.
With a quick command he snapped a couple of holos and a vid so he could send to his buir and mama. When Boba was nineteen buir had retired and given his armor to Boba, deciding he was getting old and wanted to spend more time with his riduur and help at the orphanage mama had started a few years after Ani had disappeared.
Boba knew she wasn’t dead, both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka had bonds with her and they were still there even if they were murky and muted. He hadn't given up on finding her though which was the reason he took bounties from the Empire and the Imperials even if he hated the demagolka’se with the fire of a thousand stars.
He would find his ori’vod even if he had to ‘hunt’ Luke who was traveling with his bounty to get information. The reason he had started taking bounties for the Empire was that he thought they might have some idea of where Ani could be but he wasn’t trusted enough to hear even the slightest whisper… not yet.
***
Anakin watched as Obi-Wan taught Luke how to use his lightsaber. Though Obi-Wan had promised to teach Luke how to build his own with the kyber crystal around his neck once they had reached Alderaan and Anakin was happy that Luke would use her old crystal.
When she had passed out on the Twilight, Slick crawling towards her and the Sith burning, she had thought that was it, she was going to join the Force so her surprise of ‘waking up’ was understandable. She wasn’t awake in the sense that she was up and moving, eating and drinking, no her body was in some weird cryo chamber, displayed in Sidious throne room for some reason.
Her mind on the other hand was fully awake and able to see everything. In the beginning she could only ‘move’ and ‘see’ the room her body was in but over the years she learned to move and see further away. At first it was the ‘palace’ then the streets around it followed by coruscant and then further away.
Now she could be anywhere and everywhere in the galaxy without much strain. Which is why she spent most of her times with her kids, watching Luke and Leia grow up, how Cal hid and survived as a scrapper and later joined the crew on the Mantis and befriended a night sister, how Grogu was smuggled all over the galaxy and Ahsoka as she help the Rebellion to the best of her ability, her little Knight.
Sometimes she watched over Boba, worried about her vod’ika as he infiltrated the Empire to be able to help Jedi and Padawans he was sent after and to find out where she was. She was so proud of who he had become even if most of the Galaxy thought he was a bounty hunter with whatever morals you needed him to have if you paid him enough.
Finding out her mom and buir had started an orphanage had made Anakin cry… could she cry as just a consciousness? She had been very happy in any case and wanted to hug them both.
‘Jate!’ Anakin couldn’t help but cheer as Luke defended himself form the training bolts. ‘Ori’jate!’
Luke stumbled slightly as he ripped off the helmet on his head to look around with wide eyes.
“Are you alright, Luke?” Obi-Wan stood up in concern.
“I thought I heard…” Luke looked around again.
“Heard what?” Obi-Wan coaxed.
“A female voice saying ‘Jate, ori’jate’, Luke smiled slightly. “I think it was my mom.”
“How would your mom be able to say whatever that meant if she's not even onboard?” Han, the smuggler who was the adopted ad of Chewbacca and the one to give Luke and Obi-Wan a ride to Alderaan along with C-3PO and R2-D2, scoffed as he leaned back in his chair.
“If anyone would be able to it would be Ani,” Obi-Wan chuckled and stroked his beard. “She always managed to do the impossible. So often, in fact, that my husband and the vode had a saying ‘Everything is impossible until Mand’alor the Shining Light does it’.”
Anakin smiled, happy that her son had heard her even if she didn’t understand why when no one else could, except Grogu for some reason, before deciding to leave them to it and go visit said ad’ika, as he was the one of her children who was most alone.
Before she could get there, there was a huge tremble in the force as millions of voices cried out and then went quiet. Anakin felt her consciousness get pulled back to where her body was at the shock of Alderaan being destroyed.
She wanted to scream as she felt her mom and buir join the Manda and the Force, followed by Bail and Breha and several million others. She knew that Sidious and his Apprentice were monsters but this was just so unfathomable that she couldn’t wrap her head around it even as she appeared in the throne room.
The one place in the whole galaxy she hated and spent as little time in as possible. She looked up at her own body, displayed like a piece of art right by Sidious throne for him to look at and…
In the beginning, when she had just learned how to move out of the Imperial Palace and felt phantom touches all over her body she had been confused until she returned to the throne room to see Sidious in front of her cryo chamber with the ‘door’ opened and touching her physical body she had been disgusted. Since then she refused to spend any time in the room with her physical body unless absolutely necessary.
The relief Anakin had felt when Quia promised that no one could get her physical body pregnant no matter what they tired had made the flowers in what used to be the Room of a Thousand Fountains bloom much to the shock of anyone close enough to see it. And yes, Sidious did try to impregnate Anakin’s physical body several times but after the first time Anakin stayed away even as she felt the phantom touches.
Luckily no one was in the room with her physical body when she arrived, and so she took the time to just look at herself. She didn’t look a day older than the last time she had looked in the mirror, not that she expected to look older as Quia had told her she wasn’t mortal and thus didn’t age.
Her hair was out, falling down to her hips in soft waves, still the color of freshly fallen snow, but instead of wearing her armor, which she knew she had been wearing when she fought Darth Icras, she was in a skimpy black and red outfit.
A leather top that showed off her stomach, pushed her breasts up before wrapping around her neck like a color, a skirt that was more like two pieces of cloth hanging in the front and back to ‘protect’ her modesty and finally a pair of thigh high leather boots… the only thing missing was a chain and she would look like a slave girl owned by someone with a fetish.
Anakin’s outfit:
If she ever woke up in her physical body again she was going to refuse to wear black leather for a long while, that she promised herself.
***
“What's going on?” Luke stumbled his way into the bouncing cockpit of the Falcon.
“Our position is correct, except…” Han gestured out the window. “No Alderaan!”
“What do you mean?” Luke exclaimed in shock. “Where is it?”
“That’s what I'm trying to figure out,” Han said as he flipped some switches.
“It’s been destroyed,” Obi-Wan walked into the cockpit behind Luke. “By the Empire.”
Luke didn’t really hear Han’s denial about them not being able to destroy a whole planet, he was too preoccupied with trying to stop the tears in his eyes from falling.
“What about,” Luke choked on the lump in his throat. “What about ba’buir and nana?”
Obi-Wan pulled Luke close, blanketing him in his force presence, “Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la.”
Luke sobbed as it sank in that he would never be able to meet the people that were his grandparents and that he loved so dearly in person. buir had told him about them, about how his nana always treated the vode like her own, about how ba’buir would help them learn mando’a in secret from the long necks even when the Sith had tempered with his mind. About nana’s infinite kindness and ba’buir’s support…
“Leia,” Luke pulled back and dried his tears. “Leia is still alive, I can feel her, but she's in pain and not just emotional.”
Two hours later Luke grabbed a pair of cuffs and turned to Chewie, “Can I put these on you so we can help my sister?”
“Your sister?” Chewie asked even as he held out his hands.
“Leia Organa is my twin sister,” Luke explained while putting the cuffs on chewie. “Mom asked buir to separate us to keep us both safe.”
“Okay, can someone please tell me what's going on?!” Han exclaimed, having been a bit stuck on the though of the money Luke had promised him if he helped save the Princess. “Who is your mom, kid? I didn’t ask when the old man talked about her doing the impossible quite often but now I'm really curious.”
“My mom is Anakin Skywalker,” Luke shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.
Han spluttered, “Your mom was Anakin Skywalker?!”
“Yeah,” Luke looked at Chewie for an explanation.
“Don’t mind him, alor’ad, he's just embarrassed because he used to have posters if her on his bedroom wall.” Chewie chuckled softly.
“Isn't she a bit before your time?” Luke raised an eyebrow at the smuggler.
“He found old holos when he was a teenager,” Chewie teased his adopted ad.
“…” Han spluttered before huffing and putting on the stormtrooper helmet. “Let’s just go save the Princess.”
When Luke finally opened the door to his sister’s cell forty minutes later he had a feeling that things were going to go from bad to worse within in next few minutes… which Han proved right when he called out that there were reinforcements on the way.
“Aren't you a little short to be a stormtrooper?” Leia asked as she leaned on her arm with a smirk.
“I'm not that short!” Luke protested as he pulled off his helmet, he refused to call the abomination a buy’ce, and glared at his little sister. “Respect your elders, vod’ika.”
“We’re twins you numpty!” Leia hit him over the head as she passed him.
“I'm twelve minutes older than you,” Luke huffed as he rubbed the back of his head.
“But I'm taler,” Leia smirked at him again.
“You're a pain, you know that?” Luke smiled at her.
“Love you too, dear brother,” Leia smiled back.
***
Obi-Wan looked around him and couldn’t help but smile when he saw his old master Qui-Gon Jinn smiling at him from the other side of whatever room they were in. Then he saw Qui-Gon frown before a slap over the back of his head made him stumble forward.
He turned around to ask what the kark that was for but froze when he saw who had hit him, “Ani?”
“You're one third short of a whole di’kut,” Anakin huffed as she looked at him with her arms crossed.
While Qui-Gon was a blue, almost solid, shape that looked close to corporal, Anakin was glowing white, with fluctuating visibility and looked more like smoke on the wind than a solid shape.
“Ani,” Obi-Wan tried to swallow back the urge to cry.
Anakin softened and smiled kindly, “Su’cuy, ori’vod.”
That did it, the tears ran down Obi-Wan’s face without him able to stop them, “I've missed you so much, vod’ika.”
“I know,” Anakin walked over and placed a wispy hand against his cheek. “I've been watching over you and the others as often as I've been able too.”
“So I was right,” Obi-Wan gave a wet laugh. “You were watching Luke on the Falcon.”
“I was,” Anakin smile turned sad. “I am so proud of him, and Leia, I just wish I could hug them and tell them I love them.”
“They know,” Obi-Wan assured. “We all made sure they knew you loved them.”
“Thank you,” Anakin whispered quietly.
“But wait,” Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “How are you here? I know you're not dead, everyone’s bonds with you are still there even if they are muffled.”
“Darth Hideous is keeping me in some sort of cryo chamber,” Anakin shrugged. “It’s hanging his throne room like some creepy piece of art or something.”
“We should have let Jango kill him the first time he got handsy,” Obi-Wan growled darkly.
“Murder is not the answer, padawan,” Qui-Gon, who had been quiet until now, spoke calmly.
“You're right, murder is not the answer,” Obi-Wan nodded wisely before looking at Anakin.
“Murder is the question,” Anakin shared a smirk with Obi-Wan. “And the answer is yes!”
“Murder and violence is not the jedi way,” Qui-Gon sounded disappointed in them.
“But it is the Mando’ade way,” Anakin pointed out. “And we are both jedi and mando’ade.”
“Oya!” Obi-Wan cheered softly.
Qui-Gon just shook his head and walked away… somewhere, Obi-Wan didn’t really care at the moment.
“Mom and Buir wanted me to tell you that you’ve done a good job in training Luke with the short time you had,” Anakin smile was only a slight pull at the corner of her mouth. “Though mom is a bit annoyed at you and Kote for never adopting so she could have more grandchildren and buir is, as always, on her side in that.”
“You’ve talked to them?” Obi-Wan asked gently.
Anakin nodded slightly, “Yeah, as I'm still Mand’alor I could bully my way into escorting them to the Halls of the Manda. Just as I've done with all the vode who has marched on since I've been able to leave the room where my physical body is.”
Obi-Wan and Anakin spent a few more hours? Days? Minutes?, just talking and catching up before Obi-Wan needed to go and help Luke as best he could. And as Obi-Wan helped Luke let the force in and hit the small target to blow up the Death Star he couldn’t help but think that Luke was so much like his mother while Leia was a bit more like Rex.
***
Luke felt sad and disgusted with himself but he put up a front of happiness in front of Leia, Han, Chewie and the other Rebels as they celebrated. He could understand why they were so happy, he had just blown up the Death Star, a planet destroyer like no other, and they were all still alive, which was good, he didn’t deny that.
What most seemed to forget was that Luke had just killed several thousand people with one shot. And a high percentage of those people were just working on the Death Star with no other choice. Hell, some might even have had families onboard and/or he had made sure someones son, daughter, brother, sister, mother or father wasn’t coming home ever again and he couldn’t be happy about that.
As his friends and the other Rebels celebrated Luke snuck away, needing to be away from all the happy people for a few moments. He sent a silent prayer to the force to be kind to those who died, though not to people like Tarkin who took pleasure from hurting others, and to guide their souls to the next journey.
“Luke.”
Luke looked up and couldn’t stop a sob from falling from his lips as he collapsed into his buir’s arms, “Buir.”
“I've got you, ad’ika, I've got you,” Rex whispered as he held Luke in his arms. “Just breathe and let it out.”
“I killed so many people,” Luke sobbed, clinging to Rex like a lifeline. “Many of them were innocent.”
“Yes, but if you hadn't everybody in that room celebrating would be dead,” Rex rubbed Luke’s back. “I know that doesn’t make the pain any better but it might help you deal with it better.”
“I think, no I know, that if any of our vode were on that Death Star they would be happy to sacrifice their lives so that the rebels can live,” Wolffe gruffed in his no-nonsense way. “And I think the rest would forgive you seeing as you were protecting those you cared about just as they probably were.”
“Ba’vodu,” Luke pulled back from Rex’s chest.
“Eh, come here squirt,” Wolffe held out his arms and Luke moved away from his buir’s arms to his ba’vodu.
“Wanna hunt some joopas?” Gregor cackled as he popped up to look at Luke over Wolffe’s shoulder. “It’ll make you feel better!”
Luke chuckled wetly as he pulled away form Wolffe and dried his cheeks, “You mean it will make you feel better?”
“Food makes everything better!” Gregor laughed madly for a moment before turning serious. “But seriously, Lu’ika, getting your mind on something else might help… or you can go the way your gorgeous buir’ika used to.”
“That’s ner riduur your lusting after,” Rex sighed but he was smiling.
Luke couldn’t help but feel better by just being in the presence of his buir and his ba’vodue. They were familiar and made Luke feel safe even after all these years. And the argument happening between his buir and ba’vodu Gregor was something that happened at least once a week for as long as Luke could remember.
At this point he was pretty certain that Gregor was just lusting after Luke’s mom to get a rise out of his buir… but he could be wrong.
“What did buir’ika use to do?” Luke decided to ask before ba’vodu Gregor could start praising one Anakin Skywalker.
“She used to spar until she was tired enough that her mind was quiet,” Rex smiled with a distant smile. “The vode were more than happy to help her with that.”
“General Kenobi on the other hand used to meditate for hours when he had the time,” Gregor informed him. “How he could sit still in the same position for so long I’ll ever understand.”
“Ani usually got bored, not of the meditating but of not talking to her ori’vod, so she'd usually start throwing things at General Kenobi,” Rex chuckled at the memory. “And then another prank war would take off.”
Luke smiled, he loved hearing stories about his mom no matter how many times they had been told. His favorite was the story of how she had colored Quinlan Vos’s, who was apparently like an uncle to her, hair in revenge for something neither his buir or his ba’vodue would tell him.
The chase had gone through most levels on Coruscant before his mom had snuck into the Guard Barracks and hidden in Ba’vodu Fox’s office for several hours until Quinlan had given up.
From all he had learned Luke had figured out that his mom had been a bright light for many during the war and not just because she was shining in the force or something. More along the lines of her always trying to make people smile even in the darkest of moments so they wouldn’t get lost in all the pain and sadness.
Which is one of the reasons Luke always tried to do the same. He had always wanted to be like his mom… though he would have been happy if he got his buir’s height instead of his mom’s.
***
Fox looked over to were High General Mace Windu, it’s just Mace now, or Master Windu if you need to be formal, was meditating. Cody had found him passed out and hand-less in the lower levels of Coruscant almost a few days after Order 66 had been called and brought him to Bail Organa and a medic.
Fox had brought back Ahsoka, Jesse, Kix, Fives, Echo and a few others from the 501st and they had decided to meet up with Cody, Ponds, a few of Fox’s boys and a few of Windu’s men before going to the Twilight to join back up with General Skywalker.
To get to the last known location to find the Twilight nothing more than a floating pile of scrap had made Ahsoka sink to her knees in despair as Windu cursed quite colorfully. Though some light in the dark was that they had found Slick floating through space and unconscious but alive and Ahsoka could still feel her Master through their bond even if it was murky and cloudy.
Now, almost twenty years later, they had saved as many jedi and vode as they could, though not as many as they had hoped, and they were on their way to meet up with Rex and the Rebles, and Fox was finally going to meet Ani’s children in person, which he looked forward to.
With a sigh he walked out of the room and found a quiet corner where he could sit down. It was time for the remembrance and there were a few more names to add to it since Alderaan and then the Death Star was blown up.
Fox didn’t blame the rebels for destroying the Death Star, it was an abomination that should never have been created in the first place, but he did have vode on it when it blew and that hurt.
Times like these he missed Ani and her ability to make him smile and laugh especially much. He could really use her light right now because he felt like he was losing himself slowly but surely.
With a deep breath he got comfortable and started speaking in a low voice, “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum Nexu, Alpha 17, Wire, Kindness, Blaze, Dingo, Ratchet…”