The Lost Get Found
Chapter 9—The Discovery
The Reeves sisters learn something that could change things for the Tribe, Bryn and Paz make a big decision—and Cara learns something that will definitely change things for Din and Grogu!
Once again, thanks for all the kudos, comments, and support—yes, I would have fun writing this for myself—but it's so much fun to share it with all of you!
So in spite of some of my past Tumblr posts, there is some family fluff and googly eyes in this chapter after all—but please be advised that this one starts out on the heavy side. It contains a panic attack and some vague passing references to a couple of nonconsensual things involving a teenager that happened in the past. If you'd like, you can skip the italicized section between the sets of double lines in the first scene. The whole section is only four lines, so it's in no way detailed—but I wanted to make sure y'all were aware of it. It starts after 'And then she remembered' and ends with 'Koska, can you hear me?'
Now, onto the chapter—you've all waited long enough!
"Good morning, sleepyhead."
Koska shifted her blanket so that one eye peeked out just enough to glare at her younger sister, who was sitting at the foot of the bunk. However, in doing so, she caught a whiff of most wonderful aroma in the galaxy.
"Is that caf?" she asked hopefully, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Jeni laughed, her chin-length curls bobbing as she nodded. "Yep. I got tired of you grumping around every morning, so I made my own supply run to the caf shop next door while you were getting your stuff yesterday."
Koska groaned as she sat up, reaching out for the mug in her sister's hand. "I'm not that bad."
"I beg to differ—and Dad agreed with me," Jeni replied.
"'You were a night owl long before you were a Nite Owl'" Koska quoted, smiling wistfully before taking her first sip.
Jeni sighed, and Koska could see the sheen of tears in her eyes. "I still can't believe he's gone," she said, voice breaking on the last word.
Koska scooted down toward her sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I know—neither can I. But I am glad we're getting to go through his stuff before everyone else comes back. I think it'll be easier that way," she said, trying to convince herself.
Jeni sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I guess you're right—but even if he was still alive, it would be hard—to go back there, where…"
"Yeah," Koska replied shortly, burning her tongue as she took a sip without blowing it first. "How 'bout we don't talk about that? It's too early, and my head already hurts."
"Sorry," Jeni replied, taking her sister's hand. "Do you want me to bring you some…."
A chime sounded from the cockpit, letting them know they'd soon be exiting hyperspace.
"Guess I better get up there. You coming?" Jeni asked.
"Gotta hit the 'fresher first—be there in a few. Can you take my caf for me?" Koska asked as she placed the lid on her mug.
"Sure." Jeni leaned over and rested her head on her Koska's shoulder. "Love you, Kos."
"Love you too, Jen. It's gonna be all right," she said, as much to herself as her sister. She forced a smile. "At least we get Paz's casserole and hot showers today, huh?"
Jeni smiled, and wiped her eyes again. "Yeah, there's that. And, we have each other."
Koska chuckled, and elbowed her sister. "You're such a sap. Now get going before we hit a moon or something."
Jeni laughed. "Yes ma'am!" she said with a salute.
Ten minutes later, Koska joined her sister in the cockpit, fully dressed and carrying her helmet—just in case.
"You added some more braids—I like it," Jeni said
Koska took a sip of her caf, which was now at the perfect temperature, then popped a couple of mild painkillers for her aching head. "Thanks. I had this weird little section that was sticking out, and wouldn't curl no matter how much I twisted it—so I thought this was a good way to deal with it."
"It kinda reminds me of that holo of Mom when she was pregnant with you—in….."
"….the woods near the estate, next to the waterfall," Koska finished with a fond smile. "She always wanted to take me back there, and take my holo when I was the same age—but that's kinda hard when…"
"Hey, what's that?" Jeni cut her off, pointing to a spot in the mountains below. It caught the morning sun in a way that differed from its surroundings.
Koska studied it for a moment. "Don't know-I've never actually seen Nevarro in daylight before."
"So….want to take a closer look? Bryn and Paz aren't expecting us for another half hour." Jeni studied…..whatever it was, for several moments. "Looks kind of shiny. You think it could be a lake, like the ones in the mountains back on Kalevala?"
Koska shrugged. "I doubt it. This place has a completely different type of terrain. I'm not sure mountain lakes like that would coexist this close to a lava river."
"Maybe we'll ask Jerem—Ana said he did an amazing job on the relocation report. And if he doesn't you know Jared would."
Koska nodded, but her attention was no longer focused on the conversation. The closer they got, the more certain she was that whatever they were looking at wasn't a lake. In fact, it didn't look natural at all—and the sense of familiarity she'd experienced at first sight became a growing sense of dread, until she finally recognized the location in question for what it was.
"Jen, we need to go."
Jeni looked up from the ship's controls, her forehead wrinkled in concern. "Why? What's wrong?"
Koska's heart was pounding, so fast that it physically hurt. "We have to go—we have to get away. They can't find me. I can't go back,"
"What are you taking about?"
"Dank farrik, just get out of here!" she shouted.
"O…..okay," Jeni said timidly. I'll take us back to the Co…"
Koska shook her head. "NO! They'll know we're still…..they'll get the kids….they'll make them go, too!"
"Who will? You're not making any sense!" Jeni shouted back.
"Just get us off this fragging planet, or I swear I'll stun you and do it myself!" Koska shouted back, just before the nausea reached a breaking point, and she quickly unbuckled her restraints before running for the refresher again.
She'd just made it to the door when her vision started graying—then faded to black.
"Jeni?" Koska mumbled as consciousness returned, and she slowly opened her eyes. The ship's interior lights had been dimmed, so all she could really see were a few vague shadows. There was a pillow under her head, and her favorite blanket, dark blue printed with owls, had been loosely draped over the lower half of her body.
"She's in the cockpit, talking to Dara on the ship's comm," a voice spoke from her vambrace.
"Ana!" she gasped. "I don't have my hel…"
"Don't worry—I'm not on holo, just regular comm. How are you feeling?"
"Everything hurts." Koska closed her eyes, the strain of trying to see not worth the effort. "What happened? Why am I on the floor?" Not that she had the energy to get up.
Ana sighed. "Well, from what Jeni told Dara and I, and based on the results of the scan she did…sounds like you had a panic attack and blacked out."
Koska's body suddenly went hot with anger. "What? I haven't had one of those in…eight, nine years? And I've never blacked out before! Why would I…"
And then she remembered.
Stop your whining, girl, this is the best thing to ever happen in your pathetic life. Your piloting skills are wasted on that backwater planet—but you play your cards right, and our instructors will have you flying a TIE before you turn thirteen.
Don't let her win, Reeves—finish her off, if you have to.
I thought you wanted to be an officer, beautiful—and this is the part of the initiation process.
We found out what was causing your nausea and dizziness—but the matter has been resolved. You should be flying again within a week.
"Koska, can you hear me?" Ana's calm, even voice spoke through the nightmares of the past, and pulled her back into the present.
"Yeah," Koska managed between chattering teeth, her entire body covered in a cold sweat.
"Okay, good. Your breathing was getting fast there for a minute—so try to focus on matching it to mine so we can get it back down, all right?"
Koska could only nod, and closed her eyes as she focused on the sound of slow, even breaths through her comm. After a good two minutes of trying to replicate Ana's breathing pattern, she started to feel a little more real—but her exhaustion seemed to have increased tenfold, and every muscle in her body ached from tension.
"Feeling any better?"
"I can breathe again—but…" Koska paused, her throat tight. She swallowed, willing herself to stay composed.
"But what, sweetie?" Ana's tone was as gentle and understanding as if she were talking to her own six-year-old, and suddenly Koska missed her mother like she hadn't in years.
"I….I know why you and Alec didn't find any Star Destroyers." She pulled her knees closer to her chest, then pulled the blanket over her head.
"Why? Did you see one? Is that why….."
Koska bit her lip, which had started trembling. "No. It's…worse than that. They have….they have a base. On Nevarro."
"What?" Ana asked, her voice an octave higher than usual. For almost half a minute, there was nothing but silence—and the sound of Ana's attempts to calm her own breathing. When she spoke again, her own voice was tight. "Oh sweetheart…..I'm so sorry. You must've been so scared."
Koska squeezed her eyes shut, and the tears finally fell. "They know where the Covert is—and all I could think about is that Miri is the same age I was when…" A sob escaped her throat as she curled in on herself even tighter.
"I know….." Ana replied softly, "and I'm so sorry I can't be there for you and Jeni right now. Maybe we should try to get in touch with Bryn, and….."
"I can't go back there! I won't!" Koska shouted between sobs.
"Koska, listen to me-you're not going back to Nevarro until you're ready—and Bryn would agree. And, I don't know who it would be, but if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they will see my Mama Rancor side," Ana told her firmly.
A surge of relief washed over Koska—but somehow it just made her cry harder—so that she couldn't even talk. She tried her best to make herself stop, but to no avail.
"It's okay to be upset about this. In addition to all the past trauma this brought up, you've been through a lot recently. If you'd only experienced an attack on your home, or lost your dad, or been separated from a majority of the Tribe, you would still be completely justified in feeling the way you do. But you've experienced all three in a month—I'd say you're entitled to a few tears."
Koska fought to regain some semblance of composure. "I feel so kriffing weak!" she managed.
"I know you do, love—I've felt the same about myself so many times since the Imps attacked. But sometimes things just trigger you—and it doesn't matter how long it's been since the trauma happened, or how much therapy you've had, or how much better your life is now—it's like your mind, and even your body, think you're back in that moment, and react accordingly."
Koska nodded—though of course Ana couldn't see her. She sniffled. "I just want to be strong—for my sister, for the Tribe….and I don't know how."
Ana sighed. "I feel you, kiddo. We're all struggling right now—but in my opinion, being together again, even if we're not in the Covert, is one of the best ways we can regain a sense of normalcy. I've been here for less than a full day cycle—and feel better than I have in weeks. I think there's a good chance you and Jeni could have the same experience."
"I don't know if I'll ever feel normal again," Koska replied, wiping her eyes and nose. "Everything's different—and it will never be the same as…before."
"You're right—it won't be the same," Ana said softly. But it can be better than it is right now—and there are several people here who would be glad to help you find that sense of better."
"She's a given—but my niece—Col's sister- is studying art therapy—and she and her dad have done some really great things, even with people who don't consider themselves artists. And…it's up to you if and when you want to say anything about it-but she also spent several years at the Imperial Academy. Sometimes it can be helpful to talk to someone else who's been there—even if your experiences were different.
Koska shrugged, her tears finally slowing. "Maybe."
"You don't have to make any decisions right now—just take it as it goes—see what feels right once you get here."
"Okay….I can do that."
"I know you can, sweetheart" Ana said fondly. "As far as Bryn goes-all I'm saying is that we need to contact her, and let her know you're not coming, and why—which I'll be glad to do. But, I thought if you were up for it, and she agreed, that maybe she could meet up with you and Jeni somewhere—bring you some food, make some tea, give you hugs—you know, mom stuff, since she's closer than all the rest of us."
"Thanks," Koska replied, trying her best not to yawn. "I think we'll be okay. But….do you think they'll leave, if they know the Imps are there?"
"That's for her and Paz to decide—but I'm hoping they will. I know I'll sleep a lot better when we're all together again.
"Me too," Koska mumbled. The tense, achy exhaustion that had encompassed her entire body since she'd regained consciousness had mellowed a bit, to a tiredness that seemed to be pulling her into its dark depths like the lake monster her older siblings used to tease about when she and Jeni were younger.
"Want me to let you go, so I can call her, and you can rest?" Ana asked, and Koska could hear the amused warmth in her voice.
"Mmmhm. Thanks for…..e'erythin'."
"Anytime, sweetheart—love you."
"L'v yu t….."
Nearly two hours after his wife had left their apartment to meet up with the Reeves sisters, Paz turned down the final hallway leading to the Covert's hangar. When he'd spoken to them the night before, he'd promised to send only Bryn to greet them—because he had a feeling they were going to need her quiet strength and loving arms, instead of a bunch of boisterous kids with drawings and jokes and new fighting moves to show off. It wasn't that all of those wouldn't be appreciated later on—but he knew how tough those first moments facing a new reality could be.
When he opened the final door to the hangar, he was surprised to find that his ship was still the only one there. The hatch was open, and he could hear Bryn's muffled voice inside, likely on a holocall. He made his way closer, careful to make his steps heard and felt as he climbed the ramp, as he knew that sneaking up on her was not a wise decision.
By the time he reached the cockpit, he found that she'd disconnected from whoever she'd been talking to, and sat with her helmetless chin propped in her hands, staring at the viewport, her mind light years away.
"Mind if I take a seat?" he asked, removing his own helmet.
"Please do." Once he was sitting beside her, he reached out for her hand, which she immediately gave him.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
She sighed. "That was Ana—the girls aren't coming….and I've learned something that could change…everything for the Tribe."
Paz knew she wasn't one for dramatics. 'What is cyar'ika?"
She turned to face him, and was taken aback by the weariness in her eyes, despite the fact that she'd only been awake for a couple of hours. "Jeni and Koska found what they believe to be an Imperial base when they were flying over the mountains."
"Karabast!" Paz exclaimed. "That's the last thing they need to deal with right now. Poor kids—even though they're not kids anymore, but….yeah," he shrugged, at a loss for further words.
"Paz…..I don't know what to do," Bryn said softly, sounding nothing like the steady, confident alor who was always so encouraging to others in the Tribe.
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stroking his thumb over the back of it in a slow, circular pattern. Too bad I can't send her comfort through the Force like Sabine's Jetti husband.
"I would be shocked if you did—that's a lot to take in before you've even had breakfast—not that you probably feel like eating at this point anyway." At the stiffening of her posture, and the startled expression on her face, he chuckled. "Don't worry—I told the kids to go ahead and start without us before I left. Jeni told me last night they might run a little late, and not to make the kids wait too long."
Bryn sighed in relief. "Thank you, darling—that's one thing I don't have to worry about. I don't suppose you'd like to manage any of the other forty that have suddenly manifested themselves with this unfortunate discovery?"
She's cracking jokes—that's a good sign, right? Paz thought to himself. "Manage? No. Be a sounding board, a punching bag, a shoulder to cry on? Sure."
Bryn let go of his hand, and looped both arms around his forearm before laying her head just below his pauldron. Her brown eyes looked up and met his blue, still distressed, but so full of love it warmed his heart. "How is it that you always manage to make me feel better, even if nothing has actually improved?"
Paz leaned down and kissed her. "It's in my job description, as both your husband and Captain of the Guard—and I learned from the best."
She returned the kiss, then pressed her forehead to his afterward. "I believe both your father and your commanding officer would be honored to hear you say that—and that the women in their lives would agree with your assessment.
He shrugged, and kissed her again. "I like to give credit where credit's due. And the first thing either of them would tell their wives is 'let those around you help you'—and I'm telling you the same thing," he said, tapping the tip of her nose with his finger. "And, I think the best place for that to happen is with the rest of the Tribe."
She smiled, nodding, and he could see a faint sheen of tears in her eyes now. "I agree. I've missed them all so much."
Paz lay his head on top of hers. "I know—so have I. Now if we could just get my di'kut brother to join us."
"Speaking of your brother—in a somewhat roundabout way—I need to contact Cara. Nevarro law enforcement needs to be notified that they still have an Imperial presence that could rear its ugly head—and circumstances being what they are, I feel that our family needs to stay below the surface for the remainder of our time here."
"When are you thinking we'll leave?" Paz asked, twisting a wavy lock of her hair around her finger.
"As soon as we can pack and secure our perishables, either by freezing them or putting them in the ship's conservator to take with us. I'm just thankful, if a situation such as this is going to present itself, that we found out the day before I planned to visit the bazaar to restock our supplies."
Paz huffed out a laugh. "Like Buir used to say, 'there's always something to be thankful for'. And…..what if we'd had our meeting tonight, and the entire Tribe flew in tomorrow, either to stay, or to pack up—and the Imps decided to use a ship or two for target practice—with our kids onboard?"
Bryn closed her eyes, frowning as a shudder ran over her body. "That…could've been a tragedy," she said, barely above a whisper. "
"Yeah," Paz replied, his voice thick with emotion. They sat in silence for several minutes, just holding each other, pondering the uncertain future of the Tribe.
Bryn finally broke the silence. "I should call Cara, and we should begin our preparations to leave. Can you see to breakfast clean-up?"
Paz slid one hand up her back, massaging the base of her neck, where he knew she carried a lot of tension. "Already made assignments, and I'll get them to start going through the food when I get back—and packing. Would you say…five days' worth of clothes?"
She smiled. "See, you are assisting me with my duties—and I'll have you know it's very attractive." She tilted her head slightly, and kissed him until they were both breathless. "Thank you, love."
He returned the kiss with one of equal fervor. "You're welcome, ner kar'ta. Call Cara and tell her the news, and I'll handle the rest." A thought occurred to him, and a slow smile spread across his face. "You know, we've got several loads of laundry going, so maybe we should wait on the packing until it's done. So…after the perishables are sorted, I'll send the kids to the rec room—and you and I can have a breakfast date. We can even eat in bed, if you'd like," he offered, raising an eyebrow as he kissed her hand.
Bryn stood and framed his face with her hands, then kissed him in a way that made her acceptance of his offer clear. "That sounds wonderful. Perhaps this would be a good time for the children to watch the holovid Sabine sent home with them." She kissed his cheek up high, near his ear, then whispered, "I happened to notice that the running time is nearly two and a half hours."
"Oh, I like that idea. I like it a lot," Paz chuckled, kissing her neck once, twice-until his stomach growled like an angry Wookiee. "But first things first. See you in…..half an hour?"
"That should be sufficient." She kissed him once more. "I love you."
He returned the kiss. "Love you too, mesh'la."
"So it's on the right side of the left drawer near the back? Right? But not right as in right, right as in correct."
Cara laughed. "You got it. I can't believe Greef didn't give it to you before he left!"
Kitra rolled her eyes on the holodisplay projecting from Cara's vambrace. "Guess he was too busy thinking about fancy booze and fancy food and fancy clothes to remember to give me back my blasted keycard!"
Cara shrugged. "Well, to be fair, he didn't know I was leaving town—and if I hadn't been so focused on gathering all the right supplies and getting off planet, I would've brought it to you myself."
Kitra flapped her hand in dismissal. "Hey, I did the 'single mom with a teething baby' thing with my last one—I know what it's like—and I commend you for being so ready to help your friend out. And anyway, I got in touch with you, so it all worked out in the end."
Cara barely restrained a laugh at the 'single mom' part—but didn't correct her well-meaning co-worker, who had offered to set her up with local guys more than once. "Thanks. If you need anything else, feel free to comm me back."
Kitra gave her a thumbs up. "I will—but I think that should be it. Now, go enjoy your visit. You know how often it is that Greef Karga takes time off from Guild business? Next to never! But without Imps, or hunters coming and going at all hours of the day and night, it's almost like we're on vacation—at least so far."
"Enjoy the peace while it lasts," Cara answered with a smirk.
There was a crash in the background, followed by "I didn't do it!" and an answering "Yes she did, Mom!"
"You need to go take care of that?" Being around Bryn's kids had reminded Cara of how chaotic they could be—and how quick a disagreement could turn into an all-out sibling war.
Kitra covered her eyes with one hand, and shook her head. "Yes—otherwise dinner will never get done, and I'll have to do a crime scene investigation in my own house!"
Cara gave her a sympathetic smile. "Okay, see you next….."
"Wait!" Kitra cut in, she waving her hands her hands frantically in front of her. "Wait—there was one more thing! Greef told me to tell you 'all three are in the clear'—and that you'd know what it means."
It took a moment for Cara to process—but when the meaning finally registered, it was like getting punched in the gut—in a good way. "Yeah, it does—thanks for telling me," she answered, so overwhelmed with gratitude that she could barely speak.
"You're welcome—see you when you get back," Kitra said, and disconnected to go keep her kids from killing each other.
"Now reach upward and back into reverse Bantha—and remember to keep your motion fluid and gentle," Ahsoka instructed, her voice as even and soothing as the soft music playing over the Loth Bat's sound system.
Easy for you to say—you've been doing this your entire life, Din thought as he tried not to fall over—or fall asleep. All three Force sensitives seemed comfortable and relaxed with this form of meditation—and Sabine had clearly inherited her mother's flexibility—but Din felt stiff and awkward, and expected it wouldn't be long before he pulled something—exactly what someone who was caring for a toddler full-time needed.
Thank goodness for Cara.
As if that thought was enough to summon her, he heard the door leading to the ship's central hallway open—and somehow his body did relax a bit more as she re-entered the room, a pleased smirk on her face that made his heart flip-flop.
"I take it everything's okay?" Din whispered as she reclaimed her place next to him and moved into the next pose—moon and stars.
"More than okay—I've got some good news for you," she whispered back—which earned a scowl and a disgruntled whine from Grogu, and suppressed giggles from Sabine and Ezra at his grumpy green expression.
"Sorry," Cara whispered, giving the little guy a sheepish grin, then turned back to Din. "Come with me," she said, motioning toward the door from which she'd just entered.
Din gave the others a nod, and followed her. When the door was shut, he asked, "So what's this good news?"
She looked up into his eyes, which sparkled with excitement. "Greef cleared our chain codes—mine, yours, and Grogu's. You can go anywhere you want now—even back with the Tribe."
Din stared at her for several moments, before he found words. "Cara….that's…..amazing." Seeing Paz the night before had made him realize how much he'd missed his family—and the thought of not seeing them again for who knew how long had made his heart ache.
"It is, isn't it? You can see your friends again—and Grogu can finally meet his cousins!" She took his hands in hers. "I'm so happy—for both of you."
Din was overcome with love for the woman before him—and overwhelmed at the possibilities. "Bryn told me when she asked me to serve as beroya, after the Purge, that it was a conditional assignment meant for someone without kids—but now I have Grogu, and….," he sighed, "I really don't know what to do with myself."
She squeezed his hands. "I know there's a lot going on right now, with adopting him, and now trying to figure out who the Force wants to do his training—on top of the fact that the Tribe could decide to pack up and move…wherever. But you'll figure it out…and you've got me for five more days, so…" she trailed off, her eyes once again locking with his as she reached up to cup the side of his helmet.
The holo chime sounded from her vambrace, startling them apart. The blush on her cheeks matched the one beneath his helmet as she fumbled to check the identification display. "It's Paz's ship comm," she said, then pressed the button to answer it. "Bryn, hey! Didn't expect to hear from you today."
"And I didn't expect to call you…but some new information has come to light that you—and others in Nevarro law enforcement-need to be made aware of."
Din watched as Cara's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "What kind of information? Is everything okay? Did Paz…"
Bryn nodded. "Paz is fine—a bit tired after getting home so late, and getting up extra early this morning—but he's safe." Was it just him, or did her voice crack slightly on the last word?
"What about Koska and Jeni?" Din asked. "Sabine said they were headed to Nevarro."
Bryn sighed. "They were—but after their discovery, they decided to rejoin the rest of the Tribe instead—and I don't blame them. In fact…..Paz and I plan to follow them as soon as possible."
"Bryn, what happened?" Cara asked, not unkindly. "And why do my people need to know about it?"
Bryn took a deep breath, and then she told them. Cara reached for Din's hand, squeezing it hard—and he could feel it tremble slightly. But by the time Bryn finished her recount of the morning's events, Cara was in Enforcer mode, taking charge of the situation in the things within her realm of responsibility.
"Okay, I'm going to comm the head of Nevarro patrol, and give her a heads-up—not to engage, just to be on alert. She's level-headed, and good with tech—and I trust her. If you're comfortable with it, I can also get Sabine to send her the door logistics Jerem programmed in for me yesterday, so she'll be alerted if someone tries to breach them—not that I expect them to—but it never hurts to be cautious."
"Yes, please, to both," Bryn replied, and Din could see the relief in her body language.
"Okay, consider it done. Anything else you can think of?"
"Yes—the relocation meeting. It will be tomorrow evening, so that the Reeves girls and my own family with have time to get back to the others—and I expect Sabine and Ezra will have returned by then as well."
Din took a deep breath. "We'll be there, too."
Bryn's hand covered the part of her helmet over her mouth. "You're coming…here?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes. Cara's boss fixed all our chain codes, and…..we need to be together right now," he finished, swallowing a lump in his throat.
"That we do," she replied, her own voice thick.
There was a knock at the door, and when Cara opened it, Sabine was there, with a sleepy Grogu in her arms. "Sorry for interrupting—but he wanted you." She stepped closer, and Din took Grogu from her arms into his own.
"There is no reason to apologize, Sabine, dear" Bryn said. "How have you been these past…almost eleven years? I hear congratulations are in order."
"Thank you," Sabine replied with a smile. "Ezra and I are very happy—and we loved having your family visit us."
"Well, then you'll be pleased to hear that we're on the way to the Tribe's safe house—so we'll likely see you tomorrow—if you're returning tonight, that is."
"Oh wow, that's great! Have you commed my mom to let her know you're coming?"
"No—but Ana knows, and she'll tell her."
Ahsoka stuck her head around the edge of the door. "No rush, but Ezra wanted me to let you know the fruit ice is ready."
Bryn chuckled. "On the contrary, I believe a rush to consume such a treat before it melts is wise. You must be Ahsoka Tano."
"Yes. Are you the Tribe's alor?"
She nodded once. "I am—and I've heard many tales of your valor, both on and off the battlefield. I've also heard you are a loyal and trustworthy friend, from some of those I trust most. I wondered if perhaps you might be interested in paying them a visit?"
Ahsoka's face lit up in a bright smile. "I would love that—it's been so long since I've seen them!
"Then so be it-but why not have a bit of fun with it, and surprise them?" she said in her prim, teasing tone.
"Oh, this is gonna be good!" Sabine exclaimed.
"Not if you don't eat it before it melts!" Ezra called from the other room, which made the rest of them laugh.
"Go, enjoy your snack—and I'll see you all tomorrow," Bryn replied.
After a quick round of goodbyes, she disconnected, and Din put the now-snoring Grogu down in one of the spare rooms before rejoining the others. Despite the fact that the Imperials could still cause trouble for the Tribe, his heart was lighter than it had been in a long time."
So this chapter started out angsty—but now everyone's Finally going to be together—even Ahsoka—at least for a little while—woohoo!
The ways in which this story diverges from canon are becoming more and more clear—and will continue to do so. I just hope I can pull everything together and make all the bits and pieces and plot bunnies into one semi-cohesive story.
I am so glad to have this one done—and so excited about what's coming next! I'm thinking…..happy reunions, Grogu getting to play with other kids, and Cara getting to meet more people from the Tribe—but we'll see.
Also, our girl Koska will definitely be getting the love and support and help she needs—I'm just not exactly sure when it will be shown yet. When you have a huuuuuuge ensemble cast, deciding who does what when, and how big their role is, at least for now, is quite the challenge at time
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