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She’s come right out of a story, stepping into the light, white cloak billowing in the wind of the ships that have followed her here.
“You bringing the escort with us?” Sabine asks, knowing the answer.
Ahsoka shakes her head, face relaxing enough for a smile to quirk up—a twitch of her lips. Mission accomplished. “I think you can guess what the first order of business is.”
“Lose them.” Sabine smiles, thinking of a bigger reward, slides past her towards the old Republic starfighter. Ahsoka’s more unruffled than her other Jedi, but prettier too. They’ve got nothing but time.

ambiguously Sat 16 Feb 2019 03:38AM UTC
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