Star Wars Time Travel Fix-It
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senmutSending Family Back (5975 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, Bultar Swan [Star Wars Prequel Trilogy], Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Force Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Kriffing Sith Pans, Background Character Death
Summary:
When Ahsoka Tano was subdued, Rex worried. He wanted to just enjoy the fact he was with her and their child, away from all of the other demands on their time, but something was wrong. It wasn't even in how firmly she dominated their loving, when Little Bit was asleep. It wasn't in the fact Rex kept catching her studying something on her data pad, or the sad looks at Little Bit and Rex when she thought Rex wasn't paying attention.
Something had happened, something had changed for her, and he had a bad feeling about how this family time would end.
His first indication that he'd been correct to worry was Little Bit whimpering as the ship was starting its landing approach. Ahsoka was flying solely by sensor, or maybe Arseven was handling more of that since his wife seemed to be not quite there. Rex put a hand on Little Bit's small montrals, reassuring her by touch, but he wasn't unharnessing her until they were firmly settled on the ground.
Ahsoka wasn't as out of it as he thought, because once they were down, she was the one to release their daughter's harness and scoop the girl up, tucking the child to her chest.
"Shh, only here a bit, Little Bit," Ahsoka reassured. "Rex, grab that pack please?" she asked, indicating the rather larger than usual one to her. That she asked him to, that she wasn't just lifting it in the Force, and instead carrying their daughter toward the hatch had all of his warning beacons on high alert in his tactical mind.
"Tell me what's going on, 'Soka," he said, gruffly. It was not his first appeal for information, but this time he was going to stand firm on getting answers.
She paused, turning so she looked him dead in the eyes.
"I'm going to make everything right. Or, rather, I am going to make it possible for you to fix it all. All of my notes on who enabled, who profited, who tried to help, are in that pack," she said with deadly seriousness.
"And we're on … this world, that makes our daughter forget how fearless she is, to do this? Unless you have some way of changing the past, there is no making it all right again, only undoing what we can!" The way her markings shifted above her eyes made Rex listen to what he'd just said, and his own eyes went wide. "That's impossible, even with the Force!"
"Not here, not where so much was destroyed, not where so much of the Force bled into the Dark Side itself," Ahsoka said quietly. "I can open the way. You can fix it all, both of you."
"But… why not you?!" Rex demanded, glimpsing the idea that their family was being torn apart by this mad plan of hers.
"I… will have to make the path. And when you succeed, all will be as if it never happened. So … I must be here, not then, or I cannot open the way." Her eyes pleaded for understanding.
Rex's head hurt, but the sorrow on her face was too strong for him to question finding a different way. He didn't even question that he would do this. She thought he could… and she'd made sure he would have their daughter, even if he couldn't have her at his side, leading him on this.
"Who are you sending me to?" he asked, even as he realized she'd been putting their daughter to sleep with the Force while talking to him.
"Not sure of that part yet, Rex. Can't even be sure of how much time I will be able to give you, but I'll do my best to put you both somewhere you'll be able to work from quickly."
"Not our unit, or Cody's," Rex pointed out, half a question.
"No. Not after… no. We were right. So be careful of that," she said, remembering the fear for their daughter when they'd found her gone.
Rex grimaced; he'd been fairly certain. He grew quiet, letting her lead, the pack firmly in place and he snagged his helmet as they reached the door, having already been in his modified armor, just like Ahsoka was.
"The biggest pain is going to be watching us do that idiotic dance," he grumbled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Necessary one," she corrected. "We were both too young and inexperienced to even think about it, no matter what my past self would have wished at a younger age."
Rex chuckled, then sighed. "Point. Though Little Bit here is going to make that a bit different."
"So it will, but. They'll have a different future to decide for themselves, because you will win." Her faith in him was rock solid, and he took a deep breath. He felt like he'd been backed into a corner, yet… she was sending him on this desperate mission because they all needed to believe a better way was possible.
That she was giving up their daughter, sending the child back with him…
…well, he was no scientist, but maybe when he changed things, she simply would not be, and would not have to miss them as much as Rex knew they would miss her.
Rex understood now why Ahsoka had put Little Bit to sleep before sending them back. He wanted to retch up his entire last week's worth of meals as the world unmade itself around them, and then remade itself on a ship in hyperspace.
He couldn't be that weak though, dropping to a knee to get their daughter tucked more into his protection, because there were vod'e snapping alert all around them, and even the Jedi's hand strayed near her lightsaber. He squinted through the readings on the HUD, focusing on that one, not his long-lost brothers, and dragged in a breath at recognizing the Kuati woman.
"General Swan, ma'am, asking you to touch the Force right now, and acknowledge how strange our arrival is," he said quickly, because his brothers were very itchy at an invasion, even if he had taken a purely defensive pose.
"I don't know you, but I do know the Force is roiled, and … something allowed you to arrive." There was a pause. "Both of you… and one a youngling."
"Yes ma'am," Rex said, slowly raising up enough to reveal the Togruta-blooded child who was no longer asleep, but had followed her training to remain still and silent. Amber eyes that were a match to those of nearly every man present, looked at the Jedi with awe.
"Bultar?" she chirped, because Rex had relaxed, and there were no longer any blasters aimed his way, because the Jedi was calm.
"You know me, little one?"
Little Bit gnawed at her lower lip, realizing she might not should have said that.
"Pardon, ma'am, but my daughter's not quite old enough to grasp all of the strangeness of our mission." Rex met the woman's eyes, even though his helmet was hiding his features. Still, it was his helmet, and he knew Little Bit favored her mother enough that this Sentinel Jedi was putting pieces together rapidly, as impossible as they all had to seem.
"Bultar Swan, Jedi Knight. Commander Thrust is to my left, and further introductions will take place later for my men," Bultar said easily enough.
"Improbable as it sounds, my name is Rex, and this is Little Bit — or Atin — and I need to deliver intel to you, ma'am," Rex said after a heartbeat. If she insisted on including Thrust, this was going to get tricky, when he really needed to speak alone to the general.
"Let's say I am inclined to agree. But we are in a hostile situation, and my men will wish reassurance, as they do not have the Force to hear your honesty."
Rex set Little Bit down on her own two legs, then reached up to swipe the helmet off… and he could all but feel the men around him go rigid to see the age written into his face, more than they had been reacting to the change in his body from hard living and the aging before Ahsoka had beaten that back.
"I would trust any man here with my daughter, ma'am, while I speak with you," he said firmly, knowing none of the men would doubt his intentions being honorable, not when he was basically surrendering his daughter as surety against their general's safety.
Bultar proved, in the next moment, that she was worth the faith Ahsoka had put in her. "Little Bit, would you be willing to keep the Commander company while I talk to your father?"
"Elek," she answered cheerfully. Every man here was an uncle she hadn't met yet, and Rex almost pitied them as she was bound to steal their hearts right away.
"If you're sure," Thrust said cheerfully, even as he regained enough composure to look Rex in the eyes, promising a slow death to him if this was some ploy. He approached them, and offered a hand to the girl, who fearlessly took it.
Then again, the child had survived being a 'guest' on Mustafar with the monster of the Empire. What did she have to fear, Rex mused, following Bultar to her ready room.
Once they were in there, and the door was shut, Rex sagged a little from his militant response to being back near a unit of his own brothers, then indicated the pack.
"May I take this off? Fulcrum said all of her notes were in here, and knowing she picked you to send us to makes me want to get them in your hands faster," he said. "As you, ma'am, are one of the strategists, and intel gatherers, from what I remember of this time."
"I'm curious about 'Fulcrum', but go ahead." Bultar waited patiently in her chair for him to do so, looking for the world like she was perfectly at ease. Rex pulled out an actual flimsi pad, one of the fancier kind with the locking binder around it. He put his thumb to the lock sensor, said the passphrase, and the binder popped open.
"Fulcrum is who you know here and now as Ahsoka Tano," Rex said. "And yes, Little Bit is her daughter."
"But with your eyes, and a darker cast to her skin," Bultar said evenly. "Togruta hybrids have always been rare."
"The Force had opinions," Rex said with a half-shrug. "Wasn't planned, but wouldn't change it for anything, not now." He kept the notebook in front of him for the moment. "Ma'am? There's intel in here you will not want to believe. You cannot tell it to Thrust or any vod until after a certain technological issue is dealt with.
"And you absolutely must not involve Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Pong Krell, to name three that I have reason to believe would cause things to go a lot worse." He hesitated, knowing at least some of the next was personal, for his General's sake, but he knew how to phrase it. "And not Windu, not when he's balancing the whole damn Order in this mess."
Bultar did frown then, but she seemed to accept the addendum of the Master of the Order easily enough. "Your own General — here and now, anyway — and your former one. I have had little to do with Master Krell, so have no basis to object there, yet the first two? I wonder."
"Kenobi is more because he'll handle Skywalker wrong," Rex admitted. "Krell… has either already Fallen or will in the near future, given what he did that I know about. I'll tell you that bit later, but it's secondary, has to be, because of the real problem."
"And Skywalker?" she pressed.
He slid the notebook over. "After you flip through the first few pages, you'll understand more, but I'll add my piece after."
She took it, but did not start to read until after she had fully centered herself in the Force, and shielded herself adeptly. Whatever the notebook contained was going to be troubling, to say the least.
The notebook was not in Basic, but the code used for it was one that she, Lissarkh, Kit Fisto, or Areen Jepet could have read like Basic. A handful of other Sentinels, or those trained by them, maybe, yet Bultar was fairly certain Ahsoka had to have had one of them in mind all along. Granted, Rex had translated a few spots, just to verify for Bultar what she was reading.
It held a timeline, warnings about certain events yet to come in the near future — and the part about Pong Krell had clarified Rex's choices — and a plea to get Skywalker out of the Chancellor's direct shadow. The names of those who had risen to power, who were known to have benefited were useful. More so, the names of those who had been eliminated swiftly and those who Ahsoka could vouch for from this Rebel Alliance would give them potential allies to work with.
"What a bucket of bantha spit you handed me, Commander Rex," Bultar said, after many minutes of just meditating to lock all of her knew knowledge down. "I know the end, but must find a path to get us there that is perfect, allowing nothing to start the endgame as he sees it."
"We fix the chips, that's one step in making certain it can't happen," Rex said. "And please, General, I barely wore that rank for one campaign. Best to just call me Rex, or Leverage if you need a call sign. Ahsoka's choice, to match her being the Fulcrum of the Rebellion."
"Apt." Bultar never, ever wanted to see any of this come to pass, but the idea of her tiny 'sister' growing up to take that kind of burden before her eighteenth year was horrifying on a different level from the rest of it.
No, she admitted to herself; she kept circling back to that because she could not conceive of how the rest had come to pass, even after seeing the way Ahsoka had mapped it out for her.
"Leverage, then, to prevent confusion with your younger self." She stood, realized how late it is. "I am certain Thrust would have fed your daughter by now, but are you hungry?"
"Could eat. Need to see her more," Rex admitted, a wry half-smile that was counter to his sad eyes showing.
Bultar closed and locked the notebook, handing it back to him. "Keep that safe. I intend to invite a Sentinel who has more experience, that I would trust with the lives of all our men, to come and she will wish to read it."
"Yes ma'am." He placed it back in the spot inside the pack that would protect it from most damage. He then stood, turning to the door, and letting her precede him so that Thrust and his men would calm down. No sooner did he clear the bulkhead than Little Bit flung herself off a console and ran to him, climbing his armor adeptly to nuzzle into his face and neck.
Rex didn't need to see it, knowing that had done a lot for his brothers. Bultar did see it, and felt some of her resolve tighten further, to give these wonderful men a chance to know a future that held children in it.
Bultar let herself eat with her men, using the time to further lock down her visceral horror. Not for the first time, she cursed her first master for getting himself killed. She needed to think as clearly as he had, if she was going to save everyone. Perhaps, she would be wise to ask for better expertise, from someone more distant to the full conflagration.
Even as she was planning, she was observing the way the child was affecting her men. Some were uncertain of what to do or say with her, but many laughed and smiled, playing games. The games all seemed to be dexterity things, with Little Bit herself familiar with them. Bultar surmised the child had access to other troopers than just her father. The journal had hinted at hidden safe spots for those like Rex.
When the meal came to a close, Bultar designated one of the younger troopers to show father and daughter to the other cabin with a 'fresher.
"Atin," Rex called, and the girl immediately came, climbing his armor in that adorable way of hers.
"Stubborn, is it?" Thrust asked.
"Takes after her mother," Rex answered blandly to that.
"While my kinswoman has been known for that tendency, I rather doubt she is mismatched by you in those tendencies." Bultar's claim on kinship was deliberate, to set the stage for kin ties to help her men accept the difficult days ahead. It was even true, from a certain point of view, given that Plo Koon was Bultar's second master and Ahsoka's Finder.
"Perhaps."
While Atin — the girl both preferred that name from any one not her father and lived up to it — was stealing the hearts of all of her men, Bultar was using secure channels that only the Sentinels knew existed to get Areen Jepet, her grand-Master, to join her with a trusted healer. They were on a recon mission, picking up data from listening stations, so it wasn't that difficult to linger long enough for Areen's smaller ship to make it into the cruiser's hangar.
The Falleen and Devaronian arriving set Thrust's worries even higher, but Rex had told him he'd be told in due time.
Due time was after a brief unconsciousness, and as Thrust stared at the chip with its spider-like attachments, he was brought fully up to speed. Three others, all first years and possessing slicing skill, had also been 'ambushed' for surgery.
Only one of them got physically ill to hear the intel aired, while all three Jedi did their best to be soothing.
"We shift our listening," Thrust said, once they moved to the brainstorming session on how to unravel the tapestry of deceit. "Concentrate more fully on trying to intercept the Count's communications."
Areen sighed. "That will not work. I am long familiar with his ways, and he is unlikely to trust any means of direct communication. The routing would be tricky enough to be easily suspect of manipulations to make it appear as if they had connected to Coruscant."
Thrust frowned, closing his eyes to try and find a better path.
"We'll be investigating those who profited, trying to find the links of graft and corruption that tie back to him," Areen soothed.
"I have contacts among the press," Knight Krieth Nimpur, the Devaronian, said, smiling with malice for the enemy. "If I can arrange to acquire a trace of his blood, rumors of Force ability could go out with a midichlorian count."
Bultar rolled her eyes, but nodded. "First strike in raising credibility concerns, even if there is no consensus on that theory."
"But first," Rex said firmly, "we slice the damned chips and find a way to use its carrier signal to short them out!"
"Absolutely," from Areen married to Bultar's "Of course!" and Krieth's "Yes," soothing all of the men present.
Thrust was on an enforced rest break, and had been 'trapped' on the floor by Atin falling asleep on his chestplate. He turned his head, catching Rex's softer look at his daughter.
"Not planned?" Thrust asked softly. "Your little one."
"No. The Force was meddling, Ahsoka swore. She was going through a final growth spurt, putting together the nucleus of the rebellion for those senators that stayed loyal, and got whammied with realizing she had caught.
"Togruta don't typically hybridize, so I have to agree with her."
Thrust considered that, considered his own carefully kept crush on his general. "Can I ask how you two… ya know."
Rex snorted. "We'd grown close, vod, but not like that. Not until after… though she'd been waiting for both of us to catch up on experience. Seems she'd known, like she knew about the nightmare, about us in general, that I was eventually going to be the one. I gave her so much grief over how reckless she could be, but turned out that youngling knew how to keep her heart cloaked, to protect us all."
"Commander Vod'ika, I hear," Thrust said, acknowledging clone gossip about the 501st's padawan-commander.
"Think it was Jesse first called her that," Rex said with a lump in his throat. "For what it's worth? Once we get things moving, don't wait forever to tell her, vod. No tomorrow is promised, and I've got good intel that says she feels the same, just… power balances."
Thrust let out a breath, as this older brother, this man who had been a legend to them on Kamino even, said that. "Trust in that, yeah," he agreed, making plans to have a private talk with his general, once they cracked the chips' coding.
Areen was the one to insist that Plo Koon be the one to handle the Jedi High Council, once they had shorted out the chips en masse by using its own carrier signal. That meant he had to be briefed, which led to him arriving with Sinker and Comet as his fellow ARC crew.
Atin had, without warning, followed Rex and Bultar to the bay, but her presence would be one more confirmation of the story that had to be told. She watched the Kel Dor and his Wolf Pack members step off the ship, before making a disgruntled sound.
"What is it, Little Bit?" Rex asked, even though he suspected. His own chest had twisted up at the idea of who might be with the Jedi.
"Hoped for Uncle Growly," she chirped, and Plo Koon really looked at that older vod holding a child not much bigger than Little 'Soka had been in her first year at the Temple.
"Master, it appears that your Foundling went and found a way to save us all," Bultar said, while Plo was processing everything.
"I… wish I could say that I see, but I am completely at a loss," Plo Koon admitted.
"General Buir, if I hadn't lived it, I'd be as lost," Rex said, encouraging Little Bit to move to his shoulders instead of his hip. She looked over at the very tall Jedi from that lofty position and suddenly brightened.
"I'm going to be older than Pel, yes?" she demanded, head hanging over Rex's to peer at him from above.
"Believe so, and you're not to remind xie of that once xie is born," Rex said, getting a pout.
"Wouldn't be right. Won't be my Pel from then, but will be my Pel now."
"Sorry, General," Rex said watching the sensory organs flex. "Your friend Lia's child is… was from this new point of view… her best friend."
"And with this exchange, I find myself quite intrigued… and hopeful." Plo had been mildly strong-armed into granting that request, because of the war, and Lia was not yet delivered of the child.
"Good," Bultar said firmly. "Because we broke a piece of it and now we need the High Council brought onboard with our plans to end this war."
Comet and Sinker, having slowly processed that yes, that was Captain Rex, but older, could only stare, especially at the biter gleefully using Rex as her vantage point.
"Let us get to work then," Plo said firmly. "You are… a Rex? From some point of the future?"
"Yes sir. And this is Atin, now she's chosen her own name. Might hear me call her Little Bit, though."
"I am glad, if shocked, to meet you both."
"Save the 'shock' for the meeting," Bultar said glibly, leading them all back to the space they had turned into the 'war room' for undoing the future Rex and Atin came from.
Rex and Atin stayed with Bultar's unit as the others moved out to begin the arduous task of breaking the spider-web of deceit tying the galaxy into an unwinnable war.
It took months, but as Bultar's unit was small, gathering intelligence, and only occasionally fighting in space, it was the safest way to keep the source of their knowledge out of sight of all. Bultar's quartermaster even manufactured a full set of plastoid, with basic communication and sealed systems for Atin, welcoming the challenge.
She immediately descended on the 'art' cabin, and painted it with 501st blue to show her allegiance, splashed by an orange mixed to match her mother's skin. The symbols made no sense to the men — but Bultar recognized them as Kel Dor symbols for 'peace', 'clan', and 'honor'.
"Her best friend is — was and will be? — a child of master Plo's, she sometimes fusses in the more basic Kel Dor words, and now this?" Bultar teased Rex. "Care to tell us more about life that brushed Dorin?"
Rex smiled fondly. "General Buir either has or will ask for the second moon to be tunneled and sealed, large enough to house two legions," he said. "Ahsoka found out about it when she went to ask for a Sage to help her learn more of the Force. So we had somewhere to fall back to, somewhere to put the brothers we stole back, or the ones we found that had overcome the chips.
"Healer Lia became our primary point for helping be certain the men would live, as she was adept with psychological trauma. We never asked her to come up; Wolffe would take them down to her, and the quarters that had been the General's were converted to support the effort." His eyes twinkled. "You were a cute youngling, General," he said with amusement.
She groaned. "All of his holos," she said, nodding as Atin's recognition of her made even more sense.
"We learned a lot, and it helped Ahsoka heal past the betrayal, mostly, though she still wondered at how he'd ever agreed to go along with it. Him and General Ti were the worst for her."
Bultar winced, remembering the conversation about Ahsoka not being a Jedi. "It would be. Finder and Hunt-Mother." She shook her head. "Not happening now. Even if, in the end, it was likely what saved her from being killed to break Anakin further, there's not going to be a reason or chance now."
"No ma'am," Rex agreed. "I didn't have any of your men, but with the tasks your unit has, they would have been quickly assimilated. You, however, we knew did not die in that first wave."
"And yet I was not with Ahsoka," Bultar said resolutely. "Do you have any idea? I find myself morbidly curious."
"What little we could make of the rumors, you lured the Emperor's mad dog into a cortosis mine. He survived, and you nor the others in your group did not," Rex said simply. "Apparently Knight Koon also faced him, on Coruscant. That filtered into one of our Senator's spy rings, and was passed on to her."
"At least we tried," Bultar said. "And don't you dare repeat that platitude of the Jedi."
"Never," Rex said. "Though I did finally realize what it meant. 'There is no try' means only to put all you are into any effort, and even if you fail, you did do it."
Bultar smiled broadly, nodding. "My first Master managed to lead me to understand that," she said, letting herself remember the good years, not that last agony of him dying so far from her.
"Interesting man, from all I ever heard," Rex offered.
"Yes, he was. I bet you heard some intere— "
"General, Commander Rex, to the bridge," came an alert, and the only thing that soothed Rex as he shoved his bucket on to accompany her was that the lighting didn't dim to throw power at shields and weapons.
Even Jedi swiftness didn't out-pace Rex's space-eating stride, and they arrived together, Bultar's eyes going to Thrust immediately.
"Secure comm waiting for you, General," Thrust reported. "Coruscant origination. Encrypted."
"Thank you, Commander." She moved to her work space, keying in her codes to bring it up on the display there. She had to read it twice, before drawing in a deep breath.
"Livewire, keep your arrays out listening for any unusual motion or comms from the Separatist side," she said firmly. "Count Dooku is confirmed dead on Serenno, assassinated apparently."
"That… is a distinct change," Rex said, shocked. "We learned, from a source I'd rather not mention, that a Sentinel was there, with that mission, but… he wasn't protected enough from the Dark Side, not until he found the ally I prefer not to mention."
Bultar's lips thinned, before she looked him dead in the eye. "Vos?"
Rex nodded once.
"Maybe he touched something or someone that let him hold onto hope," she murmured. "Force knows what he had to be getting when he touched one of you."
Thrust jerked, and then he nodded sharply. They'd had Vos aboard a couple of time, dropping intel, and it had always been difficult.
"I'll hope so; Cody liked him well enough," Rex said to that, and he meant it. This certainly had to have some sort of fall out on the side of the Jedi saving his brothers, and themselves.
Atin drew in a gasping breath, coming up out of deep sleep with her hands scrabbling at her own throat, sounds of distress in the shrill Togruti pitches. Her eyes were unfocused, and it was all Rex could do to get her into his arms and trap her hands once he could tell there was nothing physically wrong.
Just as quickly as it had hit, it subsided, and Rex felt a phantom ache in his chest, almost like the scar was throbbing with energy. He pushed that aside, just stroking his daughter's head, trying to soothe her from the crying that had settled in.
"Buir!" Atin managed to sob out, and Rex realized he was catching a phantom Force feeling off whatever had just happened in the 501st's area of operation. Only… how were they going to find out, and was Ahsoka of this time alright!
Thrust was the one to answer his burning questions, and Rex was glad of that. Atin was occupied by the General — she'd come with Thrust and offered to do Force lessons with his daughter — and Thrust had settled on the bunk.
Rex took the hint and came to sit next to him, not protesting the arm slung around his shoulders.
"Despite all of your warnings, Skywalker and the 501st wound up on Coruscant at the Chancellor's beck and call," Thrust began. "Details weren't shared officially, but a Lieutenant Tok was too enraged to not put some of it across our coded channels."
"That's 'Soka's company leader," Rex said, his chest tight with apprehension.
Thrust nodded. "The Chancellor, braced with evidence by the Security Council inside the convened Senate, ordered Skywalker to prevent the intended arrest. Tok says the general resisted, until the sleemo implied Amidala would also be implicated and dragged down with him."
Rex closed his eyes, leaning harder into Thrust's hold.
"Commander Tano reacted to Skywalker's submission to the manipulations, and … Skywalker used the Force against her."
"Kriff!"
"Tok's half-squad, and the half-squad under Arc Trooper Fives reacted admirably, vod," Thrust said firmly. "They stunned the general, and even a Jedi can't shrug off or defend eight blasts from hand-picked troops."
Rex shifted to actually look at Thrust. "Ahsoka?" he asked softly.
"Was dropped, thought to be unconscious, as pandemonium broke out," Thrust told him.
"Thought to be?"
That got a small laugh. "The Guard got their buckets on straight, and went after the real traitor, the Chancellor. Somehow, Fox and Thire still up and aiming, when the Chancellor threw lightning in their direction — and Commander Tano managed to intercept and hold it on her crossed lightsabers, buying them the chance to make the kill."
Rex drew in a deep breath, then let it out. "Always with the save," he murmured. "I thought she was out when Grievous nearly killed me, and she intercepted him then too.
"Skywalker?"
"Jedi custody for evaluation and treatment. As the war is not officially over, but the Senate ordered defensive actions only, Tano and your younger self are commanding the 501st with Admiral Yularen's vote of confidence backing the choice."
"That's a hell of a thing," Rex said, not letting his concerns over Yularen crop up; the man, at this point in history, had still been loyal to the Republic. And Ahsoka — his Ahsoka — had believed that Yularen might have been trying to curb the Empire from the inside. He'd roll with that idea for now.
"I told my general, and she felt the Force disturbance from Little Bit the other night, so she decided I'd better tell you Tok's story ahead of whatever official announcements come down the lines," Thrust told him, squeezing.
"I appreciate that," Rex said, even as he wondered just how things would go from here.
"…rex…"
The voice was so faint, and yet it pulled at Rex, drawing him out of his sleep, even as Atin stirred on her bunk.
Why did the Force make demands when they were sleeping?
"rex…"
That was Ahsoka, his Ahsoka… he knew her voice, knew that she was weakening against whatever this was.
"Atin, reach for your buir with all your heart!" he told his daughter as she sat up, her eyes big and hope shining in them. Rex focused on Ahsoka, on the smell of her, on the feel of her muscles coiled for action, on the brilliance of her mind. He didn't know if Atin could focus the Force the way they needed, but they had to try.
A flash of energy that left dancing spots in his vision, and then there was another body in the cabin with them, collapsing against Rex's waiting arms. Atin wavered, half-fell off her bunk, and stumbled over to them both. Tears and quiet murmurs of 'I have you', 'You're here' followed… which was how Bultar found the family when she overrode the quarters' lock to see what had happened.
Slowly, Ahsoka turned her face to the Jedi, unashamed of the hold she kept on her mate and child.
"Thank you, for believing," she said in a hoarse voice, making Rex actually notice she was injured, scorched and bruised all over.
"Kind of hard not to," Bultar said in her driest tone. "You need medical."
"Probably," Ahsoka admitted, and Rex did his best to help her fully to her feet.
"You came back to us," he murmured.
"Can't leave my clan to face the future alone," she answered, even as Bultar scooped Atin up, to keep her from climbing one of her parents.
They were a little wobbly all the way to medical, with Ahsoka explaining the Emperor had attacked her in that place, suspecting her aim to destroy the universe he had built. She quieted long enough to let Bultar look her over, then finished the tale.
"When he was killed at this point, the universe began to fold in on itself… and I reached for you both."
"Did he … manage something like that?" Bultar asked in worry.
Ahsoka smiled. "No… he'd already been made one with the Force."
Rex could only stare, as she reaffirmed how deadly she could be.
"Well, I guess we get to figure out a galaxy that has twice the trouble of a Tano in it," Bultar said with amusement.
Their laughter was a needed draught against how close they had come to losing her in that other timeline, the one they had worked to undo.
Somehow, Rex thought they might actually not find trouble for some time… because they'd given far too much of themselves already to stop it all.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, Bultar Swan [Star Wars Prequel Trilogy], Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Force Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Kriffing Sith Pans, Background Character Death
Summary:
After The Adventure of Buckethead and Little Bit, Ahsoka gambles everything on a Force ritual to send Rex and Atin back, to undo it all.
Sending Family Back
When Ahsoka Tano was subdued, Rex worried. He wanted to just enjoy the fact he was with her and their child, away from all of the other demands on their time, but something was wrong. It wasn't even in how firmly she dominated their loving, when Little Bit was asleep. It wasn't in the fact Rex kept catching her studying something on her data pad, or the sad looks at Little Bit and Rex when she thought Rex wasn't paying attention.
Something had happened, something had changed for her, and he had a bad feeling about how this family time would end.
His first indication that he'd been correct to worry was Little Bit whimpering as the ship was starting its landing approach. Ahsoka was flying solely by sensor, or maybe Arseven was handling more of that since his wife seemed to be not quite there. Rex put a hand on Little Bit's small montrals, reassuring her by touch, but he wasn't unharnessing her until they were firmly settled on the ground.
Ahsoka wasn't as out of it as he thought, because once they were down, she was the one to release their daughter's harness and scoop the girl up, tucking the child to her chest.
"Shh, only here a bit, Little Bit," Ahsoka reassured. "Rex, grab that pack please?" she asked, indicating the rather larger than usual one to her. That she asked him to, that she wasn't just lifting it in the Force, and instead carrying their daughter toward the hatch had all of his warning beacons on high alert in his tactical mind.
"Tell me what's going on, 'Soka," he said, gruffly. It was not his first appeal for information, but this time he was going to stand firm on getting answers.
She paused, turning so she looked him dead in the eyes.
"I'm going to make everything right. Or, rather, I am going to make it possible for you to fix it all. All of my notes on who enabled, who profited, who tried to help, are in that pack," she said with deadly seriousness.
"And we're on … this world, that makes our daughter forget how fearless she is, to do this? Unless you have some way of changing the past, there is no making it all right again, only undoing what we can!" The way her markings shifted above her eyes made Rex listen to what he'd just said, and his own eyes went wide. "That's impossible, even with the Force!"
"Not here, not where so much was destroyed, not where so much of the Force bled into the Dark Side itself," Ahsoka said quietly. "I can open the way. You can fix it all, both of you."
"But… why not you?!" Rex demanded, glimpsing the idea that their family was being torn apart by this mad plan of hers.
"I… will have to make the path. And when you succeed, all will be as if it never happened. So … I must be here, not then, or I cannot open the way." Her eyes pleaded for understanding.
Rex's head hurt, but the sorrow on her face was too strong for him to question finding a different way. He didn't even question that he would do this. She thought he could… and she'd made sure he would have their daughter, even if he couldn't have her at his side, leading him on this.
"Who are you sending me to?" he asked, even as he realized she'd been putting their daughter to sleep with the Force while talking to him.
"Not sure of that part yet, Rex. Can't even be sure of how much time I will be able to give you, but I'll do my best to put you both somewhere you'll be able to work from quickly."
"Not our unit, or Cody's," Rex pointed out, half a question.
"No. Not after… no. We were right. So be careful of that," she said, remembering the fear for their daughter when they'd found her gone.
Rex grimaced; he'd been fairly certain. He grew quiet, letting her lead, the pack firmly in place and he snagged his helmet as they reached the door, having already been in his modified armor, just like Ahsoka was.
"The biggest pain is going to be watching us do that idiotic dance," he grumbled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Necessary one," she corrected. "We were both too young and inexperienced to even think about it, no matter what my past self would have wished at a younger age."
Rex chuckled, then sighed. "Point. Though Little Bit here is going to make that a bit different."
"So it will, but. They'll have a different future to decide for themselves, because you will win." Her faith in him was rock solid, and he took a deep breath. He felt like he'd been backed into a corner, yet… she was sending him on this desperate mission because they all needed to believe a better way was possible.
That she was giving up their daughter, sending the child back with him…
…well, he was no scientist, but maybe when he changed things, she simply would not be, and would not have to miss them as much as Rex knew they would miss her.
Rex understood now why Ahsoka had put Little Bit to sleep before sending them back. He wanted to retch up his entire last week's worth of meals as the world unmade itself around them, and then remade itself on a ship in hyperspace.
He couldn't be that weak though, dropping to a knee to get their daughter tucked more into his protection, because there were vod'e snapping alert all around them, and even the Jedi's hand strayed near her lightsaber. He squinted through the readings on the HUD, focusing on that one, not his long-lost brothers, and dragged in a breath at recognizing the Kuati woman.
"General Swan, ma'am, asking you to touch the Force right now, and acknowledge how strange our arrival is," he said quickly, because his brothers were very itchy at an invasion, even if he had taken a purely defensive pose.
"I don't know you, but I do know the Force is roiled, and … something allowed you to arrive." There was a pause. "Both of you… and one a youngling."
"Yes ma'am," Rex said, slowly raising up enough to reveal the Togruta-blooded child who was no longer asleep, but had followed her training to remain still and silent. Amber eyes that were a match to those of nearly every man present, looked at the Jedi with awe.
"Bultar?" she chirped, because Rex had relaxed, and there were no longer any blasters aimed his way, because the Jedi was calm.
"You know me, little one?"
Little Bit gnawed at her lower lip, realizing she might not should have said that.
"Pardon, ma'am, but my daughter's not quite old enough to grasp all of the strangeness of our mission." Rex met the woman's eyes, even though his helmet was hiding his features. Still, it was his helmet, and he knew Little Bit favored her mother enough that this Sentinel Jedi was putting pieces together rapidly, as impossible as they all had to seem.
"Bultar Swan, Jedi Knight. Commander Thrust is to my left, and further introductions will take place later for my men," Bultar said easily enough.
"Improbable as it sounds, my name is Rex, and this is Little Bit — or Atin — and I need to deliver intel to you, ma'am," Rex said after a heartbeat. If she insisted on including Thrust, this was going to get tricky, when he really needed to speak alone to the general.
"Let's say I am inclined to agree. But we are in a hostile situation, and my men will wish reassurance, as they do not have the Force to hear your honesty."
Rex set Little Bit down on her own two legs, then reached up to swipe the helmet off… and he could all but feel the men around him go rigid to see the age written into his face, more than they had been reacting to the change in his body from hard living and the aging before Ahsoka had beaten that back.
"I would trust any man here with my daughter, ma'am, while I speak with you," he said firmly, knowing none of the men would doubt his intentions being honorable, not when he was basically surrendering his daughter as surety against their general's safety.
Bultar proved, in the next moment, that she was worth the faith Ahsoka had put in her. "Little Bit, would you be willing to keep the Commander company while I talk to your father?"
"Elek," she answered cheerfully. Every man here was an uncle she hadn't met yet, and Rex almost pitied them as she was bound to steal their hearts right away.
"If you're sure," Thrust said cheerfully, even as he regained enough composure to look Rex in the eyes, promising a slow death to him if this was some ploy. He approached them, and offered a hand to the girl, who fearlessly took it.
Then again, the child had survived being a 'guest' on Mustafar with the monster of the Empire. What did she have to fear, Rex mused, following Bultar to her ready room.
Once they were in there, and the door was shut, Rex sagged a little from his militant response to being back near a unit of his own brothers, then indicated the pack.
"May I take this off? Fulcrum said all of her notes were in here, and knowing she picked you to send us to makes me want to get them in your hands faster," he said. "As you, ma'am, are one of the strategists, and intel gatherers, from what I remember of this time."
"I'm curious about 'Fulcrum', but go ahead." Bultar waited patiently in her chair for him to do so, looking for the world like she was perfectly at ease. Rex pulled out an actual flimsi pad, one of the fancier kind with the locking binder around it. He put his thumb to the lock sensor, said the passphrase, and the binder popped open.
"Fulcrum is who you know here and now as Ahsoka Tano," Rex said. "And yes, Little Bit is her daughter."
"But with your eyes, and a darker cast to her skin," Bultar said evenly. "Togruta hybrids have always been rare."
"The Force had opinions," Rex said with a half-shrug. "Wasn't planned, but wouldn't change it for anything, not now." He kept the notebook in front of him for the moment. "Ma'am? There's intel in here you will not want to believe. You cannot tell it to Thrust or any vod until after a certain technological issue is dealt with.
"And you absolutely must not involve Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Pong Krell, to name three that I have reason to believe would cause things to go a lot worse." He hesitated, knowing at least some of the next was personal, for his General's sake, but he knew how to phrase it. "And not Windu, not when he's balancing the whole damn Order in this mess."
Bultar did frown then, but she seemed to accept the addendum of the Master of the Order easily enough. "Your own General — here and now, anyway — and your former one. I have had little to do with Master Krell, so have no basis to object there, yet the first two? I wonder."
"Kenobi is more because he'll handle Skywalker wrong," Rex admitted. "Krell… has either already Fallen or will in the near future, given what he did that I know about. I'll tell you that bit later, but it's secondary, has to be, because of the real problem."
"And Skywalker?" she pressed.
He slid the notebook over. "After you flip through the first few pages, you'll understand more, but I'll add my piece after."
She took it, but did not start to read until after she had fully centered herself in the Force, and shielded herself adeptly. Whatever the notebook contained was going to be troubling, to say the least.
The notebook was not in Basic, but the code used for it was one that she, Lissarkh, Kit Fisto, or Areen Jepet could have read like Basic. A handful of other Sentinels, or those trained by them, maybe, yet Bultar was fairly certain Ahsoka had to have had one of them in mind all along. Granted, Rex had translated a few spots, just to verify for Bultar what she was reading.
It held a timeline, warnings about certain events yet to come in the near future — and the part about Pong Krell had clarified Rex's choices — and a plea to get Skywalker out of the Chancellor's direct shadow. The names of those who had risen to power, who were known to have benefited were useful. More so, the names of those who had been eliminated swiftly and those who Ahsoka could vouch for from this Rebel Alliance would give them potential allies to work with.
"What a bucket of bantha spit you handed me, Commander Rex," Bultar said, after many minutes of just meditating to lock all of her knew knowledge down. "I know the end, but must find a path to get us there that is perfect, allowing nothing to start the endgame as he sees it."
"We fix the chips, that's one step in making certain it can't happen," Rex said. "And please, General, I barely wore that rank for one campaign. Best to just call me Rex, or Leverage if you need a call sign. Ahsoka's choice, to match her being the Fulcrum of the Rebellion."
"Apt." Bultar never, ever wanted to see any of this come to pass, but the idea of her tiny 'sister' growing up to take that kind of burden before her eighteenth year was horrifying on a different level from the rest of it.
No, she admitted to herself; she kept circling back to that because she could not conceive of how the rest had come to pass, even after seeing the way Ahsoka had mapped it out for her.
"Leverage, then, to prevent confusion with your younger self." She stood, realized how late it is. "I am certain Thrust would have fed your daughter by now, but are you hungry?"
"Could eat. Need to see her more," Rex admitted, a wry half-smile that was counter to his sad eyes showing.
Bultar closed and locked the notebook, handing it back to him. "Keep that safe. I intend to invite a Sentinel who has more experience, that I would trust with the lives of all our men, to come and she will wish to read it."
"Yes ma'am." He placed it back in the spot inside the pack that would protect it from most damage. He then stood, turning to the door, and letting her precede him so that Thrust and his men would calm down. No sooner did he clear the bulkhead than Little Bit flung herself off a console and ran to him, climbing his armor adeptly to nuzzle into his face and neck.
Rex didn't need to see it, knowing that had done a lot for his brothers. Bultar did see it, and felt some of her resolve tighten further, to give these wonderful men a chance to know a future that held children in it.
Bultar let herself eat with her men, using the time to further lock down her visceral horror. Not for the first time, she cursed her first master for getting himself killed. She needed to think as clearly as he had, if she was going to save everyone. Perhaps, she would be wise to ask for better expertise, from someone more distant to the full conflagration.
Even as she was planning, she was observing the way the child was affecting her men. Some were uncertain of what to do or say with her, but many laughed and smiled, playing games. The games all seemed to be dexterity things, with Little Bit herself familiar with them. Bultar surmised the child had access to other troopers than just her father. The journal had hinted at hidden safe spots for those like Rex.
When the meal came to a close, Bultar designated one of the younger troopers to show father and daughter to the other cabin with a 'fresher.
"Atin," Rex called, and the girl immediately came, climbing his armor in that adorable way of hers.
"Stubborn, is it?" Thrust asked.
"Takes after her mother," Rex answered blandly to that.
"While my kinswoman has been known for that tendency, I rather doubt she is mismatched by you in those tendencies." Bultar's claim on kinship was deliberate, to set the stage for kin ties to help her men accept the difficult days ahead. It was even true, from a certain point of view, given that Plo Koon was Bultar's second master and Ahsoka's Finder.
"Perhaps."
While Atin — the girl both preferred that name from any one not her father and lived up to it — was stealing the hearts of all of her men, Bultar was using secure channels that only the Sentinels knew existed to get Areen Jepet, her grand-Master, to join her with a trusted healer. They were on a recon mission, picking up data from listening stations, so it wasn't that difficult to linger long enough for Areen's smaller ship to make it into the cruiser's hangar.
The Falleen and Devaronian arriving set Thrust's worries even higher, but Rex had told him he'd be told in due time.
Due time was after a brief unconsciousness, and as Thrust stared at the chip with its spider-like attachments, he was brought fully up to speed. Three others, all first years and possessing slicing skill, had also been 'ambushed' for surgery.
Only one of them got physically ill to hear the intel aired, while all three Jedi did their best to be soothing.
"We shift our listening," Thrust said, once they moved to the brainstorming session on how to unravel the tapestry of deceit. "Concentrate more fully on trying to intercept the Count's communications."
Areen sighed. "That will not work. I am long familiar with his ways, and he is unlikely to trust any means of direct communication. The routing would be tricky enough to be easily suspect of manipulations to make it appear as if they had connected to Coruscant."
Thrust frowned, closing his eyes to try and find a better path.
"We'll be investigating those who profited, trying to find the links of graft and corruption that tie back to him," Areen soothed.
"I have contacts among the press," Knight Krieth Nimpur, the Devaronian, said, smiling with malice for the enemy. "If I can arrange to acquire a trace of his blood, rumors of Force ability could go out with a midichlorian count."
Bultar rolled her eyes, but nodded. "First strike in raising credibility concerns, even if there is no consensus on that theory."
"But first," Rex said firmly, "we slice the damned chips and find a way to use its carrier signal to short them out!"
"Absolutely," from Areen married to Bultar's "Of course!" and Krieth's "Yes," soothing all of the men present.
Thrust was on an enforced rest break, and had been 'trapped' on the floor by Atin falling asleep on his chestplate. He turned his head, catching Rex's softer look at his daughter.
"Not planned?" Thrust asked softly. "Your little one."
"No. The Force was meddling, Ahsoka swore. She was going through a final growth spurt, putting together the nucleus of the rebellion for those senators that stayed loyal, and got whammied with realizing she had caught.
"Togruta don't typically hybridize, so I have to agree with her."
Thrust considered that, considered his own carefully kept crush on his general. "Can I ask how you two… ya know."
Rex snorted. "We'd grown close, vod, but not like that. Not until after… though she'd been waiting for both of us to catch up on experience. Seems she'd known, like she knew about the nightmare, about us in general, that I was eventually going to be the one. I gave her so much grief over how reckless she could be, but turned out that youngling knew how to keep her heart cloaked, to protect us all."
"Commander Vod'ika, I hear," Thrust said, acknowledging clone gossip about the 501st's padawan-commander.
"Think it was Jesse first called her that," Rex said with a lump in his throat. "For what it's worth? Once we get things moving, don't wait forever to tell her, vod. No tomorrow is promised, and I've got good intel that says she feels the same, just… power balances."
Thrust let out a breath, as this older brother, this man who had been a legend to them on Kamino even, said that. "Trust in that, yeah," he agreed, making plans to have a private talk with his general, once they cracked the chips' coding.
Areen was the one to insist that Plo Koon be the one to handle the Jedi High Council, once they had shorted out the chips en masse by using its own carrier signal. That meant he had to be briefed, which led to him arriving with Sinker and Comet as his fellow ARC crew.
Atin had, without warning, followed Rex and Bultar to the bay, but her presence would be one more confirmation of the story that had to be told. She watched the Kel Dor and his Wolf Pack members step off the ship, before making a disgruntled sound.
"What is it, Little Bit?" Rex asked, even though he suspected. His own chest had twisted up at the idea of who might be with the Jedi.
"Hoped for Uncle Growly," she chirped, and Plo Koon really looked at that older vod holding a child not much bigger than Little 'Soka had been in her first year at the Temple.
"Master, it appears that your Foundling went and found a way to save us all," Bultar said, while Plo was processing everything.
"I… wish I could say that I see, but I am completely at a loss," Plo Koon admitted.
"General Buir, if I hadn't lived it, I'd be as lost," Rex said, encouraging Little Bit to move to his shoulders instead of his hip. She looked over at the very tall Jedi from that lofty position and suddenly brightened.
"I'm going to be older than Pel, yes?" she demanded, head hanging over Rex's to peer at him from above.
"Believe so, and you're not to remind xie of that once xie is born," Rex said, getting a pout.
"Wouldn't be right. Won't be my Pel from then, but will be my Pel now."
"Sorry, General," Rex said watching the sensory organs flex. "Your friend Lia's child is… was from this new point of view… her best friend."
"And with this exchange, I find myself quite intrigued… and hopeful." Plo had been mildly strong-armed into granting that request, because of the war, and Lia was not yet delivered of the child.
"Good," Bultar said firmly. "Because we broke a piece of it and now we need the High Council brought onboard with our plans to end this war."
Comet and Sinker, having slowly processed that yes, that was Captain Rex, but older, could only stare, especially at the biter gleefully using Rex as her vantage point.
"Let us get to work then," Plo said firmly. "You are… a Rex? From some point of the future?"
"Yes sir. And this is Atin, now she's chosen her own name. Might hear me call her Little Bit, though."
"I am glad, if shocked, to meet you both."
"Save the 'shock' for the meeting," Bultar said glibly, leading them all back to the space they had turned into the 'war room' for undoing the future Rex and Atin came from.
Rex and Atin stayed with Bultar's unit as the others moved out to begin the arduous task of breaking the spider-web of deceit tying the galaxy into an unwinnable war.
It took months, but as Bultar's unit was small, gathering intelligence, and only occasionally fighting in space, it was the safest way to keep the source of their knowledge out of sight of all. Bultar's quartermaster even manufactured a full set of plastoid, with basic communication and sealed systems for Atin, welcoming the challenge.
She immediately descended on the 'art' cabin, and painted it with 501st blue to show her allegiance, splashed by an orange mixed to match her mother's skin. The symbols made no sense to the men — but Bultar recognized them as Kel Dor symbols for 'peace', 'clan', and 'honor'.
"Her best friend is — was and will be? — a child of master Plo's, she sometimes fusses in the more basic Kel Dor words, and now this?" Bultar teased Rex. "Care to tell us more about life that brushed Dorin?"
Rex smiled fondly. "General Buir either has or will ask for the second moon to be tunneled and sealed, large enough to house two legions," he said. "Ahsoka found out about it when she went to ask for a Sage to help her learn more of the Force. So we had somewhere to fall back to, somewhere to put the brothers we stole back, or the ones we found that had overcome the chips.
"Healer Lia became our primary point for helping be certain the men would live, as she was adept with psychological trauma. We never asked her to come up; Wolffe would take them down to her, and the quarters that had been the General's were converted to support the effort." His eyes twinkled. "You were a cute youngling, General," he said with amusement.
She groaned. "All of his holos," she said, nodding as Atin's recognition of her made even more sense.
"We learned a lot, and it helped Ahsoka heal past the betrayal, mostly, though she still wondered at how he'd ever agreed to go along with it. Him and General Ti were the worst for her."
Bultar winced, remembering the conversation about Ahsoka not being a Jedi. "It would be. Finder and Hunt-Mother." She shook her head. "Not happening now. Even if, in the end, it was likely what saved her from being killed to break Anakin further, there's not going to be a reason or chance now."
"No ma'am," Rex agreed. "I didn't have any of your men, but with the tasks your unit has, they would have been quickly assimilated. You, however, we knew did not die in that first wave."
"And yet I was not with Ahsoka," Bultar said resolutely. "Do you have any idea? I find myself morbidly curious."
"What little we could make of the rumors, you lured the Emperor's mad dog into a cortosis mine. He survived, and you nor the others in your group did not," Rex said simply. "Apparently Knight Koon also faced him, on Coruscant. That filtered into one of our Senator's spy rings, and was passed on to her."
"At least we tried," Bultar said. "And don't you dare repeat that platitude of the Jedi."
"Never," Rex said. "Though I did finally realize what it meant. 'There is no try' means only to put all you are into any effort, and even if you fail, you did do it."
Bultar smiled broadly, nodding. "My first Master managed to lead me to understand that," she said, letting herself remember the good years, not that last agony of him dying so far from her.
"Interesting man, from all I ever heard," Rex offered.
"Yes, he was. I bet you heard some intere— "
"General, Commander Rex, to the bridge," came an alert, and the only thing that soothed Rex as he shoved his bucket on to accompany her was that the lighting didn't dim to throw power at shields and weapons.
Even Jedi swiftness didn't out-pace Rex's space-eating stride, and they arrived together, Bultar's eyes going to Thrust immediately.
"Secure comm waiting for you, General," Thrust reported. "Coruscant origination. Encrypted."
"Thank you, Commander." She moved to her work space, keying in her codes to bring it up on the display there. She had to read it twice, before drawing in a deep breath.
"Livewire, keep your arrays out listening for any unusual motion or comms from the Separatist side," she said firmly. "Count Dooku is confirmed dead on Serenno, assassinated apparently."
"That… is a distinct change," Rex said, shocked. "We learned, from a source I'd rather not mention, that a Sentinel was there, with that mission, but… he wasn't protected enough from the Dark Side, not until he found the ally I prefer not to mention."
Bultar's lips thinned, before she looked him dead in the eye. "Vos?"
Rex nodded once.
"Maybe he touched something or someone that let him hold onto hope," she murmured. "Force knows what he had to be getting when he touched one of you."
Thrust jerked, and then he nodded sharply. They'd had Vos aboard a couple of time, dropping intel, and it had always been difficult.
"I'll hope so; Cody liked him well enough," Rex said to that, and he meant it. This certainly had to have some sort of fall out on the side of the Jedi saving his brothers, and themselves.
Atin drew in a gasping breath, coming up out of deep sleep with her hands scrabbling at her own throat, sounds of distress in the shrill Togruti pitches. Her eyes were unfocused, and it was all Rex could do to get her into his arms and trap her hands once he could tell there was nothing physically wrong.
Just as quickly as it had hit, it subsided, and Rex felt a phantom ache in his chest, almost like the scar was throbbing with energy. He pushed that aside, just stroking his daughter's head, trying to soothe her from the crying that had settled in.
"Buir!" Atin managed to sob out, and Rex realized he was catching a phantom Force feeling off whatever had just happened in the 501st's area of operation. Only… how were they going to find out, and was Ahsoka of this time alright!
Thrust was the one to answer his burning questions, and Rex was glad of that. Atin was occupied by the General — she'd come with Thrust and offered to do Force lessons with his daughter — and Thrust had settled on the bunk.
Rex took the hint and came to sit next to him, not protesting the arm slung around his shoulders.
"Despite all of your warnings, Skywalker and the 501st wound up on Coruscant at the Chancellor's beck and call," Thrust began. "Details weren't shared officially, but a Lieutenant Tok was too enraged to not put some of it across our coded channels."
"That's 'Soka's company leader," Rex said, his chest tight with apprehension.
Thrust nodded. "The Chancellor, braced with evidence by the Security Council inside the convened Senate, ordered Skywalker to prevent the intended arrest. Tok says the general resisted, until the sleemo implied Amidala would also be implicated and dragged down with him."
Rex closed his eyes, leaning harder into Thrust's hold.
"Commander Tano reacted to Skywalker's submission to the manipulations, and … Skywalker used the Force against her."
"Kriff!"
"Tok's half-squad, and the half-squad under Arc Trooper Fives reacted admirably, vod," Thrust said firmly. "They stunned the general, and even a Jedi can't shrug off or defend eight blasts from hand-picked troops."
Rex shifted to actually look at Thrust. "Ahsoka?" he asked softly.
"Was dropped, thought to be unconscious, as pandemonium broke out," Thrust told him.
"Thought to be?"
That got a small laugh. "The Guard got their buckets on straight, and went after the real traitor, the Chancellor. Somehow, Fox and Thire still up and aiming, when the Chancellor threw lightning in their direction — and Commander Tano managed to intercept and hold it on her crossed lightsabers, buying them the chance to make the kill."
Rex drew in a deep breath, then let it out. "Always with the save," he murmured. "I thought she was out when Grievous nearly killed me, and she intercepted him then too.
"Skywalker?"
"Jedi custody for evaluation and treatment. As the war is not officially over, but the Senate ordered defensive actions only, Tano and your younger self are commanding the 501st with Admiral Yularen's vote of confidence backing the choice."
"That's a hell of a thing," Rex said, not letting his concerns over Yularen crop up; the man, at this point in history, had still been loyal to the Republic. And Ahsoka — his Ahsoka — had believed that Yularen might have been trying to curb the Empire from the inside. He'd roll with that idea for now.
"I told my general, and she felt the Force disturbance from Little Bit the other night, so she decided I'd better tell you Tok's story ahead of whatever official announcements come down the lines," Thrust told him, squeezing.
"I appreciate that," Rex said, even as he wondered just how things would go from here.
"…rex…"
The voice was so faint, and yet it pulled at Rex, drawing him out of his sleep, even as Atin stirred on her bunk.
Why did the Force make demands when they were sleeping?
"rex…"
That was Ahsoka, his Ahsoka… he knew her voice, knew that she was weakening against whatever this was.
"Atin, reach for your buir with all your heart!" he told his daughter as she sat up, her eyes big and hope shining in them. Rex focused on Ahsoka, on the smell of her, on the feel of her muscles coiled for action, on the brilliance of her mind. He didn't know if Atin could focus the Force the way they needed, but they had to try.
A flash of energy that left dancing spots in his vision, and then there was another body in the cabin with them, collapsing against Rex's waiting arms. Atin wavered, half-fell off her bunk, and stumbled over to them both. Tears and quiet murmurs of 'I have you', 'You're here' followed… which was how Bultar found the family when she overrode the quarters' lock to see what had happened.
Slowly, Ahsoka turned her face to the Jedi, unashamed of the hold she kept on her mate and child.
"Thank you, for believing," she said in a hoarse voice, making Rex actually notice she was injured, scorched and bruised all over.
"Kind of hard not to," Bultar said in her driest tone. "You need medical."
"Probably," Ahsoka admitted, and Rex did his best to help her fully to her feet.
"You came back to us," he murmured.
"Can't leave my clan to face the future alone," she answered, even as Bultar scooped Atin up, to keep her from climbing one of her parents.
They were a little wobbly all the way to medical, with Ahsoka explaining the Emperor had attacked her in that place, suspecting her aim to destroy the universe he had built. She quieted long enough to let Bultar look her over, then finished the tale.
"When he was killed at this point, the universe began to fold in on itself… and I reached for you both."
"Did he … manage something like that?" Bultar asked in worry.
Ahsoka smiled. "No… he'd already been made one with the Force."
Rex could only stare, as she reaffirmed how deadly she could be.
"Well, I guess we get to figure out a galaxy that has twice the trouble of a Tano in it," Bultar said with amusement.
Their laughter was a needed draught against how close they had come to losing her in that other timeline, the one they had worked to undo.
Somehow, Rex thought they might actually not find trouble for some time… because they'd given far too much of themselves already to stop it all.
Various Links 5/10 - 5/18
May. 18th, 2025 05:51 pmsenmutAnother week gone...
Ncuti Gatwa from The Importance of Being Ernest? | gif set
Cher & Stevie Nicks with two album covers, years apart, that could be a diptych | photos
Richard Lasher's iconic picture of Mt. St. Helens taken 45 years ago today | photo
Agatha Christie Statue unveiled in her hometown | gif set
Hot Air Balloon time lapse of take off | vid
Kid Transformer Cosplay with transformations | vid
Lord of the Rings reimagined by a visual artist | art, character references
Ncuti Gatwa from The Importance of Being Ernest? | gif set
Cher & Stevie Nicks with two album covers, years apart, that could be a diptych | photos
Richard Lasher's iconic picture of Mt. St. Helens taken 45 years ago today | photo
Agatha Christie Statue unveiled in her hometown | gif set
Hot Air Balloon time lapse of take off | vid
Kid Transformer Cosplay with transformations | vid
Lord of the Rings reimagined by a visual artist | art, character references
Fandom50: #11
May. 16th, 2025 09:02 pmsenmut1986, and warning this might be a little disjointed. Well. 26 tabs. And I am going to attempt to tackle them all to show why I call this year so disjointed. (My life literally was torn to hell and back in this year, and I buried myself in books and music more than usual)
( longer than usual )
So, anyone want to guess my fave? It's definitely the one of my icon for this post.
( longer than usual )
So, anyone want to guess my fave? It's definitely the one of my icon for this post.
June Requests: PRIDE
May. 14th, 2025 09:17 pmsenmutI am opening up requests for June.
Fandom / Character(s) / Prompt
caveat: Prompts or sets of characters need to lean into a QUEER theme.
Reminder that I am aro/ace friendly and if you think they don't belong under the flag, maybe you should not be subscribing to me.
An example: Elementary - Ace!Sherlock Holmes squashing the idea it's sexual with Joan Watson while making it clear she is his partner in all ways BUT sex.
Another example: MCU - Questioning!Kate asking Yelena for advice about figuring it out.
A third example: DragonRiders of Pern - Alemi/Elgion, second date
As long as I am familiar with canon and/or characters, you get at least a drabble.
Fandom / Character(s) / Prompt
caveat: Prompts or sets of characters need to lean into a QUEER theme.
Reminder that I am aro/ace friendly and if you think they don't belong under the flag, maybe you should not be subscribing to me.
An example: Elementary - Ace!Sherlock Holmes squashing the idea it's sexual with Joan Watson while making it clear she is his partner in all ways BUT sex.
Another example: MCU - Questioning!Kate asking Yelena for advice about figuring it out.
A third example: DragonRiders of Pern - Alemi/Elgion, second date
As long as I am familiar with canon and/or characters, you get at least a drabble.
A Bad Break: Chapter 4
May. 13th, 2025 06:18 pmsenmutA Bad Break (1800 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Original Halfling Character(s), Original Half-Elf Character(s), Storm Silverhand
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury - Major
Summary:
Drizzt had considered turning his steps back to Everlund, to keep Brathana company for the winter, but kept putting it off, as the papa dragon kept making certain he knew the babies were thriving now, that the entire winged population of Silverymoon was working to make certain of it. He'd heard the locals call a group made up of faerie dragons a 'rainbow' and thought that apt, given they had so many different hues as they aged. The tressym, if they deigned to congregate were called a 'cloud', while the pseudodragons were merely called a 'flight'.
Between learning more of each species, and the tales of Montolio, as well as various members of the Church of Mielikki sharing knowledge with him, he just didn't want to go, not yet. The road to Everlund was patrolled, so if he chose to go in winter, it wouldn't invite calamity on his head, and he thought Brathana would understand his need to know more. More, the citizens here were fast turning from him just being a curiosity to someone else that lived in their walls. The elves, by and large, avoided him, but the other races were letting his willingness to aid and the fact he was held in kind regard by Mielikki's people settle their nerves fully.
All in all, this was about to be the most comfortable and companionable winter he'd had in his life, he was certain.
Roddy McGristle was a man on a mission of — in his eyes — vindicated wrath. There'd been tales of that damned murdering drow in this region. Since he wasn't in Everlund any longer, it made sense to check Silverymoon. He'd move on to Nesme if this didn't pan out, preferring that kind of rugged town to these clean-living mixed species with all their strange ideas on proper behavior.
His dog growled at the winged cat sitting up on a retaining wall as they walked the bricked avenue, and McGristle gave a jerk of the leash to hush him. He didn't just start asking about the damned drow — that had got him some queer looks in Everlund — but was nosing around, trying to overhear someone talking about him or to find a tavern closer to what he expected out of life.
He didn't pay much mind to the small dragon-types flitting around, or notice that one stopped to keep that tressym company. He only cared about animals that brought him money, like his dogs, or strange-colored ones that usually netted treasure for their hides. He wasn't stupid enough to mess with any creature that might well have a wizard living in its mind.
It was that single-minded focus on his prey, the murdering drow, that kept the clouds, rainbows, and flights watching him, passing messages between themselves, with the pseudodragons handling communication for the tressym to the faerie dragons.
Methri listened to Beau's report of a new activity among the various flying creatures. There was a man who was fixated on one of the people favored by them all, and a watch was being kept.
"This doesn't sound like a peaceful start to the winter season," Methri told his familiar.
It's not, but we are watching. The one they all like will be safe.
"And the man?"
We will remember the rules.
Methri started to ask for more details, but then the Spellguard were calling for him, so they could finish refreshing the wards in their Tower, and Beau left him to go see how the watching was going.
Despite doing their best to keep an eye on the noxious man, the dog tipped the man off to their nice ranger's path. One of the older tressym, wise by decades of partnering a wizard, flew on ahead to try and get to the ranger. Beau was known to her, and she sang out the hunting cry, so that whichever pseudodragon could pas on the warning. Her warning set off the faerie dragons, more than any other population, given how the kind ranger had saved young ones of their kind.
McGristle, before he got fully in sight of his prey, was beset by the warnings of the rainbow, called out in Common and Sylvan alike, to turn away. The dog set to barking…
…and the kind ranger himself came back from his morning path to see why.
"Murderin' drow!" rang out in the early morning against the growling barks of the dog that was being confounded by the faerie dragons.
"McGristle," came in a very tired voice, as if their ranger was beyond exhausted by the loathsome man and dog. "I murdered no one. And tried to apologize for your other dog."
"Ain't about that anymore," McGristle said in a guttural voice that radiated hostility. He reached for the skinning knife on his belt —
— and that was all it took for the faerie dragons to shift most of their focus to the man, throwing confusion and illusions at him, disorienting the man. Several tressym had arrived in the meantime, taking over the dog duty, while a bold pseudodragon flew close to the kind ranger.
Do nothing. The Watch comes, that one told the ranger, getting a startled nod of agreement.
Lady Alustriel Silverhand read the report, then looked over to her seventh son who was trying to eat with assistance from his familiar.
"Methri. Beau. Do either of you know about a disturbance between a ranger of Mielikki and a man named McGristle?"
Methri looked at Beau, who did the most impressive lizard-style shrug. Finally Methri looked over at his mother, sighing. "There is a, as Beau put it, 'a kind person' that the various winged ones had taken a liking to, and someone obsessed with him.
"I didn't follow up when Beau first mentioned this, because I was actually working with the Spellguard that day. He says it was taken care of this morning, and that they did remember the rules."
Alustriel had to chuckle at that. "Confusion reigned, apparently, for the man and his dog. The dog has been confiscated and given over to the temple of Silvanus to see if it can be rehabilitated from a very abused life. The man is being held for attempting violence in one of the public areas. The ranger is staying at the Cloister, and will not be leaving until the dispute airing.
"The Ladyservant is asking that I preside over that day's grievances, due to the unusual nature of the ranger involved."
"This part I had not heard?" Methri invited.
"Then you have been working too hard, and should visit with your cousin here, as I am certain Kolarven has all of the gossip." Alustriel smiled. "It is the drow that Storm cautioned me to listen for, and I think I need to invite Dove to finally give me the full story behind her involvement in this ranger's life."
"Fill me in when you get it? I knew Calimac was telling tales about a drow ranger, but didn't know he was in our city." Methri looked at Beau intently. "You could have mentioned."
Alustriel had the impression of Beau's disdain, and Methri sighed even louder.
"What did he say?" she asked.
"That what a being looks like has no bearing here. Kindness is more important."
That, Alustriel thought, was quite the right way to look at it.
Drizzt was sitting with Leaf Grevaine, prepared to tell his version of the events near Maldobar, absolutely keeping his emotions calm by force of will alone.
The rainbow of faerie dragons present included the papa and two immature ones he'd rescued, which had him focusing on them frequently to keep his mouth closed against the villainous tale McGristle spun.
"I tell you all, he's a murderer," McGristle accused one more time, and that was when an elf in the spectators decided enough was enough.
"He was never a murderer, but you? You are — though 'were' might be appropriate now," the elf said as he stood and let his face be seen. "Begging your pardon, Lady and gentle beings, but my name is Kellindil, and this man is a liar."
Alustriel's lips thinned. "In interest of fairness, as you are a witness to events that have been aired, continue."
The crowd that had come to enjoy the spectacle of grievances being settled murmured as an elf spoke in defense of a drow. Others, though, noticed how chalky pale the man raising doubt on the ranger's nature had gone.
"My name is Kellindil, and I was the scout in Ranger Dove Falconhand's party during these events. I stayed to watch over the drow… and in time, had taken McGristle prisoner for inciting orcs to attack the grove of a blind ranger by name of Montolio DeBrouchee."
"Some creature possessed of magical speed freed the bounty hunter," Kellindil said. "And while it distracted me, McGristle tackled me, then strangled me to death. Fortunately," and he paused to actually look at the ranger, "Dove chose to come ask me about your first winter, and discovered my body's remains.
"She took pity on me, because I am on the younger side for a wood elf." He inclined his head to Drizzt who was stunned speechless, but very relieved.
"You've only his word!" McGristle finally managed to get out.
"No one invokes one of my family without being certain of the truth of the matter," Alustriel told the noisome man. "As my temperament toward lying about them is rather well-known.
"Silver Watch, take your orders from Leaf Grevaine, as I know DeBrouchee was one of Mielikki's," she said, "in regards to Roddy McGristle. Drizzt Do'Urden, do you feel a need to speak, given you were the one being maligned."
"I am relieved to know that Kellindil lives, and merely wish to never see the bounty hunter again."
Alustriel smiled at him for that, then nodded, waiting for Grevaine to move to the Silver Watch — who had quite handily boxed McGristle in and clapped irons on him after a small tussle — so that the next set of grievances could be heard.
Drizzt shifted out of the front spot with Grevaine gone, going to where the elf was moving to the back of the crowd in this open venue.
"I am glad you have a new chance to live," he said, once he'd managed to catch Kellindil's attention. "Thank you."
Kellindil tipped his chin up. "I was wrong then, about too much. But you are a good man, Drizzt Do'Urden, and I hope you fare well." He left it at that, continuing on his own way out, leaving Drizzt without words, even as the papa faerie dragon and the young fledglings came to roost on him.
Maybe… maybe he was finding his own place finally.
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Original Halfling Character(s), Original Half-Elf Character(s), Storm Silverhand
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury - Major
Summary:
Roddy McGristle shows up
Chapter Four
Drizzt had considered turning his steps back to Everlund, to keep Brathana company for the winter, but kept putting it off, as the papa dragon kept making certain he knew the babies were thriving now, that the entire winged population of Silverymoon was working to make certain of it. He'd heard the locals call a group made up of faerie dragons a 'rainbow' and thought that apt, given they had so many different hues as they aged. The tressym, if they deigned to congregate were called a 'cloud', while the pseudodragons were merely called a 'flight'.
Between learning more of each species, and the tales of Montolio, as well as various members of the Church of Mielikki sharing knowledge with him, he just didn't want to go, not yet. The road to Everlund was patrolled, so if he chose to go in winter, it wouldn't invite calamity on his head, and he thought Brathana would understand his need to know more. More, the citizens here were fast turning from him just being a curiosity to someone else that lived in their walls. The elves, by and large, avoided him, but the other races were letting his willingness to aid and the fact he was held in kind regard by Mielikki's people settle their nerves fully.
All in all, this was about to be the most comfortable and companionable winter he'd had in his life, he was certain.
Roddy McGristle was a man on a mission of — in his eyes — vindicated wrath. There'd been tales of that damned murdering drow in this region. Since he wasn't in Everlund any longer, it made sense to check Silverymoon. He'd move on to Nesme if this didn't pan out, preferring that kind of rugged town to these clean-living mixed species with all their strange ideas on proper behavior.
His dog growled at the winged cat sitting up on a retaining wall as they walked the bricked avenue, and McGristle gave a jerk of the leash to hush him. He didn't just start asking about the damned drow — that had got him some queer looks in Everlund — but was nosing around, trying to overhear someone talking about him or to find a tavern closer to what he expected out of life.
He didn't pay much mind to the small dragon-types flitting around, or notice that one stopped to keep that tressym company. He only cared about animals that brought him money, like his dogs, or strange-colored ones that usually netted treasure for their hides. He wasn't stupid enough to mess with any creature that might well have a wizard living in its mind.
It was that single-minded focus on his prey, the murdering drow, that kept the clouds, rainbows, and flights watching him, passing messages between themselves, with the pseudodragons handling communication for the tressym to the faerie dragons.
Methri listened to Beau's report of a new activity among the various flying creatures. There was a man who was fixated on one of the people favored by them all, and a watch was being kept.
"This doesn't sound like a peaceful start to the winter season," Methri told his familiar.
It's not, but we are watching. The one they all like will be safe.
"And the man?"
We will remember the rules.
Methri started to ask for more details, but then the Spellguard were calling for him, so they could finish refreshing the wards in their Tower, and Beau left him to go see how the watching was going.
Despite doing their best to keep an eye on the noxious man, the dog tipped the man off to their nice ranger's path. One of the older tressym, wise by decades of partnering a wizard, flew on ahead to try and get to the ranger. Beau was known to her, and she sang out the hunting cry, so that whichever pseudodragon could pas on the warning. Her warning set off the faerie dragons, more than any other population, given how the kind ranger had saved young ones of their kind.
McGristle, before he got fully in sight of his prey, was beset by the warnings of the rainbow, called out in Common and Sylvan alike, to turn away. The dog set to barking…
…and the kind ranger himself came back from his morning path to see why.
"Murderin' drow!" rang out in the early morning against the growling barks of the dog that was being confounded by the faerie dragons.
"McGristle," came in a very tired voice, as if their ranger was beyond exhausted by the loathsome man and dog. "I murdered no one. And tried to apologize for your other dog."
"Ain't about that anymore," McGristle said in a guttural voice that radiated hostility. He reached for the skinning knife on his belt —
— and that was all it took for the faerie dragons to shift most of their focus to the man, throwing confusion and illusions at him, disorienting the man. Several tressym had arrived in the meantime, taking over the dog duty, while a bold pseudodragon flew close to the kind ranger.
Do nothing. The Watch comes, that one told the ranger, getting a startled nod of agreement.
Lady Alustriel Silverhand read the report, then looked over to her seventh son who was trying to eat with assistance from his familiar.
"Methri. Beau. Do either of you know about a disturbance between a ranger of Mielikki and a man named McGristle?"
Methri looked at Beau, who did the most impressive lizard-style shrug. Finally Methri looked over at his mother, sighing. "There is a, as Beau put it, 'a kind person' that the various winged ones had taken a liking to, and someone obsessed with him.
"I didn't follow up when Beau first mentioned this, because I was actually working with the Spellguard that day. He says it was taken care of this morning, and that they did remember the rules."
Alustriel had to chuckle at that. "Confusion reigned, apparently, for the man and his dog. The dog has been confiscated and given over to the temple of Silvanus to see if it can be rehabilitated from a very abused life. The man is being held for attempting violence in one of the public areas. The ranger is staying at the Cloister, and will not be leaving until the dispute airing.
"The Ladyservant is asking that I preside over that day's grievances, due to the unusual nature of the ranger involved."
"This part I had not heard?" Methri invited.
"Then you have been working too hard, and should visit with your cousin here, as I am certain Kolarven has all of the gossip." Alustriel smiled. "It is the drow that Storm cautioned me to listen for, and I think I need to invite Dove to finally give me the full story behind her involvement in this ranger's life."
"Fill me in when you get it? I knew Calimac was telling tales about a drow ranger, but didn't know he was in our city." Methri looked at Beau intently. "You could have mentioned."
Alustriel had the impression of Beau's disdain, and Methri sighed even louder.
"What did he say?" she asked.
"That what a being looks like has no bearing here. Kindness is more important."
That, Alustriel thought, was quite the right way to look at it.
Drizzt was sitting with Leaf Grevaine, prepared to tell his version of the events near Maldobar, absolutely keeping his emotions calm by force of will alone.
The rainbow of faerie dragons present included the papa and two immature ones he'd rescued, which had him focusing on them frequently to keep his mouth closed against the villainous tale McGristle spun.
"I tell you all, he's a murderer," McGristle accused one more time, and that was when an elf in the spectators decided enough was enough.
"He was never a murderer, but you? You are — though 'were' might be appropriate now," the elf said as he stood and let his face be seen. "Begging your pardon, Lady and gentle beings, but my name is Kellindil, and this man is a liar."
Alustriel's lips thinned. "In interest of fairness, as you are a witness to events that have been aired, continue."
The crowd that had come to enjoy the spectacle of grievances being settled murmured as an elf spoke in defense of a drow. Others, though, noticed how chalky pale the man raising doubt on the ranger's nature had gone.
"My name is Kellindil, and I was the scout in Ranger Dove Falconhand's party during these events. I stayed to watch over the drow… and in time, had taken McGristle prisoner for inciting orcs to attack the grove of a blind ranger by name of Montolio DeBrouchee."
"Some creature possessed of magical speed freed the bounty hunter," Kellindil said. "And while it distracted me, McGristle tackled me, then strangled me to death. Fortunately," and he paused to actually look at the ranger, "Dove chose to come ask me about your first winter, and discovered my body's remains.
"She took pity on me, because I am on the younger side for a wood elf." He inclined his head to Drizzt who was stunned speechless, but very relieved.
"You've only his word!" McGristle finally managed to get out.
"No one invokes one of my family without being certain of the truth of the matter," Alustriel told the noisome man. "As my temperament toward lying about them is rather well-known.
"Silver Watch, take your orders from Leaf Grevaine, as I know DeBrouchee was one of Mielikki's," she said, "in regards to Roddy McGristle. Drizzt Do'Urden, do you feel a need to speak, given you were the one being maligned."
"I am relieved to know that Kellindil lives, and merely wish to never see the bounty hunter again."
Alustriel smiled at him for that, then nodded, waiting for Grevaine to move to the Silver Watch — who had quite handily boxed McGristle in and clapped irons on him after a small tussle — so that the next set of grievances could be heard.
Drizzt shifted out of the front spot with Grevaine gone, going to where the elf was moving to the back of the crowd in this open venue.
"I am glad you have a new chance to live," he said, once he'd managed to catch Kellindil's attention. "Thank you."
Kellindil tipped his chin up. "I was wrong then, about too much. But you are a good man, Drizzt Do'Urden, and I hope you fare well." He left it at that, continuing on his own way out, leaving Drizzt without words, even as the papa faerie dragon and the young fledglings came to roost on him.
Maybe… maybe he was finding his own place finally.
Various Links 4/28 - 5/9
May. 9th, 2025 08:18 pmsenmutOne: I skipped a week on accident. Two: These are early because life is busy this weekend.
Born with Teeth gif set, Ncuti Gatwa & Edward Bluemel, likely NSFW for situational content
Mike Otule, photoshoot, NSFW for naked butt and naked body barely cut off above genitalia
Diane Duane's Ko-Fi - linking in case folks want to help with the expenses to follow in the wake of Peter Morwood's death
Peruvian textiles - 1,000 year old cat cross-stitch.
Wizard's Inventory Stitch Along
te reo maori linguistics post, regarding new words for autism and disability
A Shocking Development - Star Wars, first movie, HILARIOUS fic
the happiest you'll ever be, gorgeous sexy times Siuan/Moiraine fic
Bad Poetry post with a lovely ender
4 cellists, 1 cello, Ravel's Bolero video
Metal gravity balanced toys video
Cat going wild in a round thing video
Animated adventurer tries to escape his cartoon video
The Willow Woman photo
Cavalry Horse graveyard found in Stuttgart - article
Born with Teeth gif set, Ncuti Gatwa & Edward Bluemel, likely NSFW for situational content
Mike Otule, photoshoot, NSFW for naked butt and naked body barely cut off above genitalia
Diane Duane's Ko-Fi - linking in case folks want to help with the expenses to follow in the wake of Peter Morwood's death
Peruvian textiles - 1,000 year old cat cross-stitch.
Wizard's Inventory Stitch Along
te reo maori linguistics post, regarding new words for autism and disability
A Shocking Development - Star Wars, first movie, HILARIOUS fic
the happiest you'll ever be, gorgeous sexy times Siuan/Moiraine fic
Bad Poetry post with a lovely ender
4 cellists, 1 cello, Ravel's Bolero video
Metal gravity balanced toys video
Cat going wild in a round thing video
Animated adventurer tries to escape his cartoon video
The Willow Woman photo
Cavalry Horse graveyard found in Stuttgart - article
Podfic!
May. 9th, 2025 07:54 pmsenmutAfter the Fighting [Podfic] (48 words) by blackglass
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CC-5052 | Bly/Kit Fisto/Aayla Secura
Characters: Kit Fisto, CC-5052 | Bly, Aayla Secura
Additional Tags: Drabble, Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Inspired by Art, Slice of Life, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming
Summary:
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CC-5052 | Bly/Kit Fisto/Aayla Secura
Characters: Kit Fisto, CC-5052 | Bly, Aayla Secura
Additional Tags: Drabble, Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Inspired by Art, Slice of Life, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming
Summary:
A podfic of After the Fighting by Merfilly.
"A quiet moment."