Necessary Evil

On the vast and nameless plains of an alien world, beams of radiant light clashed with a brilliant intensity, casting a shimmering spectacle across the battleground. In a training session, Ahsoka Tano and Luke Skywalker engaged in a fierce duel. Luke strained to breach Ahsoka's steadfast defense, an endeavor as challenging as confronting his own father had been. The thought of his victory over his father haunted him, as it was an accidental empowerment through the dark side, an incident he fervently wished to avoid repeating. Nevertheless, a small smile graced Ahsoka's lips as she observed their spirited exchange. Luke may not have been the most skilled lightsaber combatant, yet he exhibited the potential to sharpen his abilities.

Seizing an opportune moment after Luke's momentarily sloppy attack—a testament to his perseverance in lasting this long before having made such an error—Ahsoka subtly employed the Force to nudge him off balance. The astute young Skywalker detected her action and swiftly retaliated with his own maneuver, initiating a silent contest of wills. Each force user sought to unsettle the equilibrium of their opponent. But recognizing a minor error on her part, Ahsoka refocused on her lightsaber, exploiting the distraction to deftly disarm Luke with a sweeping motion against his emerald blade. The weapon soared from his grasp, clattering to the ground, its energy retracting. An interlude of breathless silence lingered as Luke gazed in astonishment at Ahsoka and his fallen lightsaber. Overwhelmed and drained from their arduous sparring session, he sank to the earth.

"You possess great strength in the Force, but strength alone cannot guarantee victory," Ahsoka proclaimed, her voice brimming with wisdom. "I have no idea how you managed to defeat Vader, but I understand intimately how both Anakin and Vader fought. Had he truly desired it, your fate would have been sealed." Rising from the verdant grass, Luke's frustration at his defeat was apparent. This lecture, to any other observer, might have appeared as haughty superiority, but Luke discerned it for what it truly was—an integral part of Jedi training, or at least, that's what he convinced himself to believe.

"I've been plagued by doubts during these past weeks," Luke confessed, mustering an effort to extricate himself from the ground. However, his attempt faltered as his hand landed squarely on a sodden patch of dirt, causing him to topple backward. A soft chuckle escaped Ahsoka's lips as she reached out, clasping his hand and lifting him to his feet.

"What kind of doubts?" she inquired, her calm voice laced with curiosity.

"Why didn't you support the rebellion?" Luke queried, his mind preoccupied with the period he spent training after the Battle of Endor. He couldn't help but wonder why Ahsoka, commanding several clone legions and even a fleet comprised of Venators and Acclamators, had not actively joined forces against the Empire. The mystery of how she acquired and maintained such an impressive armada still eluded him.

"…" she went silent, thinking of what to say.

"When I first arrived on this foreign planet," she reminisced, her gaze fixated on the sprawling forests in the distance, "its sheer beauty overwhelmed me and enveloped me in a profound sense of tranquility. You see, it was during a bleak period, only a few short weeks following the catastrophic fall of the Jedi Order. Seeking solace, I sought refuge on this very planet for an entire month. It was then that a dear friend, Captain Rex, revealed a clandestine faction of repentant clones, who had defected from the oppressive clutches of the new Empire. Slowly but surely, amidst the isolation of this far-flung world, we started an arduous process of forming what resembled a nascent nation. Initially, we numbered no more than a small collective, growing at a languorous pace, until the Empire finally phased out the clones from their military ranks. That pivotal moment marked the convergence of our efforts. Before long, our newfound home boasted an approximate populace of half a million inhabitants, a formidable fleet, and an arsenal capable of waging war."

As her tale unfolded, their footsteps carried them towards the core of the planet's central city, aptly christened Tano by the clones. In stark contrast to the grandeur of Coruscant or other galactic metropolises, Tano could scarcely be dubbed a city, meagerly inhabited by a humble 50,000 clones. Yet, it stood as the nexus of governance and the one place where foreign visitors were permitted to tread.

"To sustain ourselves and maintain our equipment," she began to divulge, her voice resonating with reminiscence, "I assumed the role of a mercenary, patrolling trade routes, combatting pirates, and ensuring security." Abruptly, Luke halted his steps. The pair had already traversed into the heart of the city, surrounded by clones now in their mature years, with a few exceptions of youthful visages. Yet, their collective features remained indubitably indistinguishable.

"I was under the impression that clone production had been halted, their lifespans modified, with most having perished," Luke interjected, a torrent of uncertainty plaguing his thoughts ever since setting foot on this world. The entire setting appeared alien and peculiar, akin to an oasis mysteriously preserved amidst a desert, untouched by the tides of civilization for eons, while the rest of the galaxy wallowed in chaos. Yet, the relentless training imposed by Ahsoka had prevented him from seeking answers to those lingering doubts. Today, however, marked the day he resolved to unearth the elusive truth.

"The specifics elude me, but when Kamino faced annihilation, we procured what was necessary," she responded cryptically, the seed of conversation eluding Luke, as the pair resumed their stroll through the city. Unlike the contemporary galactic edifices, Tano's architecture boasted an aesthetic crafted from local stone, imbuing it with an ethereal white hue. Dominating the cityscape, the pinnacle of prominence was the clone government building, flanked by landing pads housing an X-Wing and a vintage transport craft from the bygone era of the Clone Wars.

"How is it possible that an entire civilization remains concealed from the knowledge of the wider galaxy?" Luke inquired, bewilderment clear in his voice, as they ascended the steps of the government edifice, preparing to unlock the secrets veiled within.

Ahsoka's voice carried a stern authority as she spoke, her words laced with a hint of caution. "The less the Galaxy knows about us, the better," she declared firmly. Her gaze locked onto Luke, a warning glint in her eyes. "And if you dare breathe a word about this planet without my explicit permission, I will personally hunt you down and ensure your silence."

Luke's expression shifted, a mixture of worry and confusion crossing his features as he absorbed Ahsoka's words. Uncertainty hung in the air, but then Ahsoka's demeanor softened, and a chuckle escaped her lips, breaking the tension. "Just kidding," she said, her laughter carrying warmth. "You definitely didn't inherit your father's sense of humor," she teased playfully, continuing to chuckle until they finally arrived at the ship. Luke couldn't help but voice his curiosity.

"So, what exactly are we doing here?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine interest. Ahsoka took a brief moment, her expression growing serious, before placing a hand on her private ship.

"I'm sorry, Luke, but you need to leave," she stated, causing Luke's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.

"But... the training isn't finished yet," he responded, his disbelief evident.

Ahsoka pushed aside her lighthearted demeanor, wiping away her smile as she locked eyes with Luke. "You've heard the news from Grand Moff Tanya Degurechaff, I assume," she began, her voice carrying a weight of responsibility. "My planet falls within her territory, and I have been entrusted with the role of representing it."

Luke's memory flashed back to Ahsoka's earlier diversion, wondering if it had been intentional or mere coincidence. He pressed for clarity. "Why not join the New Republic? Why not fight against the Empire?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

Ahsoka's face contorted with a touch of distaste. The scars of her past battles had etched themselves deep in her soul, and the notion of sacrificing once again for abstract ideals stirred a genuine reluctance within her. "Because I have a new family now, the clones," she confessed, her voice tinged with emotion. "When the Clone Governing Council was formed, they crowned me as their Queen. My loyalty lies with them, with those who have pledged their lives and put their trust in me, including the young ones birthed from our very vats." Her words carried a weight of responsibility and devotion.

"But the Republic can offer you resources, financial aid and protection." The mention of the New Republic's offerings of money and protection drew a cynical grimace from Ahsoka.

"Protection? Like what happened on Sullust?" She retorted sharply. Her eyes bore into Luke's, challenging him to provide her with reassurance. "What guarantee can you give me that if I align with your Republic, the Empire won't obliterate the society we have painstakingly built? As I see it, the New Republic has little to offer us. Therefore, I choose to offer my services to Grand Moff Degurechaff, just as I have done for many planets before her ascent to power."

Silence settled between them, each word resonating with the weight of their convictions. Ahsoka's decision was resolute, and Luke realized that his pleas for allegiance would not sway her. They stood at a crossroads, their paths diverging, with Ahsoka preparing to embark on a journey that aligned with her own values and responsibilities.

"Then why did you train me these past few weeks? Have you not chosen a side in doing so?"

"I only trained you because you are the son of the man whom I saw as a bother, and a brother; Anakin Skywalker." Luke, still frustrated with Ahsoka's choice, tried one last plea.

A low one.

"Aren't you a Jedi?" He asked. "Is it not your duty to protect the galaxy against the Sith, against evil?"

The lowest one he could try.

"You're wrong, Luke. I'm not a Jedi anymore." She turned, walking away.

"I am just a citizen."

Ahsoka's starship cut through the fabric of hyperspace, gliding effortlessly towards its destination. It was a CR90 Corvette, once a vessel employed in crucial diplomatic missions during the tumultuous Clone Wars. Now, it belonged to Ahsoka, serving as her faithful transport. Onboard, a diverse group of individuals accompanied her, including clone pilots, medics, and Ahsoka's personal guard from the renowned 501st battalion. Living together during the three-day journey, they formed a tight-knit camaraderie that mirrored their shared experiences. In her private quarters, Ahsoka was in deep meditation, seeking solace and clarity, when a sigh broke the tranquility, echoing her own.

Startled, Ahsoka opened her eyes to find the apparition of her former master standing before her, his presence a bittersweet reminder of their shared past. Anakin wore a half-smile on his face, his voice gentle and paternal as he addressed her.

"Snips," he spoke, his words carrying a tenderness only a brother could possess.

Unable to contain her emotions, Ahsoka replied, "Master."

Ahsoka's maturity had surpassed Anakin's even before the horrors of the Siege of Mandalore unfolded. She possessed a level-headedness and emotional control that eluded Anakin during his own tumultuous journey. The passage of time and the trials they faced hadn't eroded these qualities within her.

"I wish you'd been there with me," expressing his longing, Anakin's face betrayed a hint of sadness. Ahsoka adjusted her posture, abandoning her meditation to give him her undivided attention.

"At what moment, Master?" Ahsoka asked, her voice soft and compassionate. He sighed, burdened by the weight of his words.

"At all of them. Since the day you left the Jedi Order, everything has spiraled into darkness. The Republic turned its back on me, the Jedi Order humiliated me, failing to recognize my unwavering dedication. Palpatine manipulated and guided me down a treacherous path. Then, in an instant, everything changed. The Republic vanished, the Jedi Order crumbled, leaving only suffering, pain, and immeasurable loss in its wake. I became someone new, holding an orphaned girl, knowing I had caused the death of her parents. Within days, I lost my master, my family, my comrades, everything I had vowed to protect and defend. No, I didn't merely lose my master—I killed him. I killed Padme, I thought I killed my children, I destroyed the Jedi Order, and the Republic..." Anakin's voice quivered, tears welling up in his spectral eyes. Decades of suppressed grief found release, his spirit weeping and tormented. Ahsoka yearned to embrace him, offering solace, but she knew his ethereal form rendered it merely a dream.

"I apologize, master. I regret abandoning you," she confessed, a heavy sense of guilt weighing upon her. Ahsoka had experienced profound happiness when she became a Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic. It allowed her to be in close proximity to both Anakin and Obi-Wan while still maintaining her distance from the Jedi Order. She had cherished the opportunity to rebuild her bond with Anakin and nurture her relationship with Obi-Wan. Unfortunately, before any of that could materialize, everything came crashing down. Over the years, Ahsoka often wondered if things would have turned out differently had she stayed by Anakin's side.

"I'm sorry… Anakin." she uttered, the raw scars on their souls remaining both fresh and ancient. The first scar formed when she parted ways with the Jedi Order, the second when she faked her death, and the third when she was discovered by the menacing figure, Darth Vader, on the clone-inhabited planet.

"When I found you, I believed that everything was on the verge of getting better. Yet, you attacked me," Ahsoka recalled what had happened, her actions driven by instinct upon encountering the imposing figure she had been warned about. Even though she recognized it was Anakin, she believed he had been irrevocably lost. However, the battle barely lasted ten minutes, as Anakin ceased his assault, assuring her that he meant no harm. He had merely come to offer her a place by his side. Ahsoka declined, and Anakin left the planet. Their encounter felt strange to both of them. Nevertheless, Anakin respected her decision to part ways.

"I thought you intended to kill me."

"I never desired that. I wanted to offer you a seat beside me once again, you and me. But you turned me down... after that, I had only an orphan whom I began to treat as a daughter..."

"How was it possible for Palpatine to allow that?"

"She served as a potent political pawn, enabling the Empire to quell various separatist factions and maintain their silence. Moreover, he would often exploit her as a means to threaten me, warning that if I failed in my duties... he would end her life." Palpatine, driven by his Sith ideals, had become a monstrous figure, relentlessly inflicting his brutal schemes even upon innocent children.

"Do you believe everything would have been better if I stayed following that sham trial?" Ahsoka queried Anakin with utmost honesty. He was enveloped in a profound sadness that seemed as infinite as the oceans of Kamino.

"In some inexplicable manner, it would have been better. Yes, it would have been better," Anakin responded, his voice tinged with sorrow. Their conversation was momentarily interrupted by a visitor ringing Ahsoka's doorbell.

"Master," she whispered quietly, aware that the walls were soundproof. "Let's continue our discussion later. I have matters to attend to."

"Snips, sorry for everything." The apparition vanished, leaving Ahsoka engulfed in shame, tormented by the remorse over every decision she had made since the day of the trial. The doorbell sounded again.

"The Jedi Order was a mistake," Ahsoka seethed angrily, rising to her feet and approaching the door to answer it.

Before her stood Commander Rex, a weathered figure adorned in his antiquated armor. The passage of time had etched several wrinkles onto his face, but he still possessed a formidable physique and the skills required for military duty. Sensing Ahsoka's sorrow, he chose to remain silent, recognizing the value of granting her space during moments of distress.

"Rex, what troubles you?" Ahsoka inquired, her voice laden with concern rather than curiosity.

Noticing the depth of Ahsoka's melancholy, Rex refrained from offering a comment. Instead, he delved into the matter at hand, diligently examining the public records as per her request. His findings were disheartening. The planet they resided on lacked official recognition, potentially hampering their passage through Imperial territories. To navigate these obstacles, a series of administrative documents would be required.

"In order to enter Imperial space without obstacles, we will need to acquire…. 'some' administrative documents," Rex divulged. Weary, Ahsoka leaned against the door and asked with a tinge of exhaustion.

"How and how many?" Rex paused momentarily, understanding the weight of her fatigue, before replying.

"We must navigate to at least ten Imperial bureaucratic departments, just for the meticulous paperwork needed to authenticate our planetary status alone." Ahsoka exhaled deeply, weariness mingling with frustration, and Rex empathized with her plight, sighing along.

"Bureaucracy was a mistake too," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.

Ahsoka's starship gracefully descended onto a sprawling plain that stretched for miles. It was a busy landing site, teeming with dozens, if not hundreds, of ships that had already touched down. The formidable defense fleet stationed by Eriadu had granted her passage, allowing her ship to maneuver through the airspace unimpeded. Now, the time had come for Stormtroopers to conduct a routine inspection, searching for smugglers or any trace of rebel activity. Ahsoka found herself waiting by the ship's entrance, her lightsabers hanging on her hips, while her loyal companion Rex stood nearby, armed with his trusted blasters and donned in battle-worn armor from the Clone Wars. Rex couldn't help but voice his concern.

"Do you truly believe this is wise?" he asked, his tone tinged with both caution and skepticism. Ahsoka, exuding confidence, replied without hesitation.

"I fail to see how this could go awry," she remarked coolly, her cloak billowing in the wind. Behind Ahsoka, were racks of antique clone weaponry, relics from a bygone era still bearing the scars of past battles. These weapons, though aged, held sentimental value for the clones as they painstakingly maintained them, treating them as cherished possessions. Attempting to inject some dry humor into the situation, Rex retorted with a sarcastic edge, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings.

"Walking into the stronghold of a deranged and genocidal Imperial warlord with a battalion of armed clones might not be the smartest move," he quipped, his hands poised near his holstered weapons in case danger lurked nearby. A mischievous smirk danced across Ahsoka's face as she swiftly replied.

"Oh, Rex, I never took you for someone who judges a holo-novel by its cover." Ashoka said with a touch of irony. Rex shot back, emphasizing the importance of their wariness.

"Well, let's just say that our well-honed sense of paranoia has kept us alive all these years." Ahsoka had instilled in them a natural instinct for secrecy. To the external world, this band of a few thousand clones merely appeared to be mercenaries navigating the darkness of the universe. Only they knew the truth—that they were part of a hidden clone utopia, tucked

away on a distant planet far removed from prying eyes. Their remote location allowed them to coexist with the galaxy while maintaining their peace.

The sound of weapons being raised and readied snapped Ahsoka back to the present. She watched as two Stormtroopers menacingly aimed their blasters. In response, Rex instinctively raised his own weapon, ready to demonstrate why the 501st was revered as an elite force. However, Ahsoka swiftly intervened, extending her hands in a gesture of peace.

"Please, remain calm," she urged gently, her demeanor reassured and her smile unwavering. "I'm here under the orders of Grand Moff Degurechaff." The Stormtroopers exchanged wary glances, their concern growing as they took in the sheer number of bodyguards Ahsoka had by her side.

"Madam," said one of the Stormtroopers as he and his partner lowered their weapons cautiously. "We understand that bodyguards are a necessary thing for representatives of..."

"A planet, we are planetary representatives," she briefly explained. However, there were still strict regulations in place when it came to the number of bodyguards accompanying such a representative. Any additional guards had to be declared prior to entering the planet's airspace, the Imperial Civil Security Bureau needed to be notified, and an extra fee had to be paid for each extra member. Ahsoka felt a sense of unease, not because something was amiss, but because the unyielding bureaucracy was already stirring, launching its attack even before she could start her day.

Wonderful.

"Is it possible for me to proceed with just one guard while the others remain on the ship?" Ahsoka pondered, directing her question towards the Stormtroopers, who nodded in response.

"Indeed, madam representative. Please, follow us with the guard of your choosing." Ahsoka glanced at Rex and commenced her stride. Rex emerged from the protective cover of the corvette and joined her side. Together, they ventured out onto the bustling main road of the port. Countless ships had docked, and though the sky was slightly overcast, the air held a pleasant warmth. It could have been considered a peaceful scene if it weren't for the absence of vegetation in this zone, which served as a landing area for numerous ships. Ahsoka chose to engage in conversation as they walked.

"Why is it that you allow armed ships to enter your airspace, yet restrict representatives to having only one guard?"

"The ICSB deems any ship below 200 meters as relatively safe, regardless of its armament," came the Stormtrooper's reply. As if to substantiate his statement, a squadron of 10 TIE fighters soared above them. Strangely, these TIEs emitted no deafening noise as Rex had heard in the past; instead, they glided silently through the sky.

"They've dampened the engines," Rex whispered to Ahsoka as they continued their journey towards the city. Puzzled, she inquired about this revelation. Having never been near a TIE fighter, she lacked knowledge of their distinct characteristics.

"Yes, TIEs have always had this horrid noise thanks to their engines. Perhaps, up until now, they deliberately refrained from dampening them to instill fear in enemies of the Empire. It surprises me that they bothered to rectify this now." One of the Stormtroopers chuckled, lagging behind slightly, but using the words of an intellectual. This stormtrooper sounded generally cultured.

"If you haven't heard about it, you must be from a distant system," the man remarked.

"Enough idle chatter, Ian. Our duty is to escort, not engage in conversation," the other Stormtrooper admonished, leaving Rex even more perplexed.

"I thought you guys were supposed to use TK designations."

"We used to," the Stormtrooper replied. "But there have been military reforms. Stormtroopers are now permitted to use their real names during duty. It has been a relief for all of us. Oh, the ISB bureaucracy can be quite tiresome. I'm telling you, the Grand Moff is a reformist, Alex!" Rex was about to interject, but Ahsoka gently tapped his hand with her finger, signaling him to let the two Stormtroopers converse without interruption.

Their exchange continued as they pressed onward, leaving Rex with lingering questions about the reforms and the journey that lay ahead.

"Just because she removed some foolish rules does not automatically qualify her as a reformer," Alex argued with growing frustration. "Recording every single conversation between stormtroopers and having someone listen to them? It was an inefficient system. Think about the resources wasted, the credits and staff dedicated to that futile task. Not to mention the unnecessary stress it caused. It had to go, no doubt about it." Ian nodded in agreement and continued adding to the list of changes.

"And what about the leniency with military equipment customization? Allowing soldiers to paint their gear as long as it didn't interfere with operations? That's a clear mark of a reformist mindset. I'm telling you, her upcoming address is going to revolve around even more reformist reforms. I'm even willing to bet on it. Twenty credits, what say you?" Alex tilted his helmeted head, skeptical of Ian's claim.

"How do these minor relaxations of regulations even align with being a true reformist?" he questioned. It was at this point that Ahsoka chimed in, breaking the discussion's flow.

"My apologies for interrupting, but these reforms resemble more of a regression to the regulations in place during the clone wars, don't they?" Ahsoka's observation silenced both Alex and Ian. They exchanged glances, their gaze shifting to Rex, curious for his response.

"Come to think of it, isn't that the Clone Phase II armor?" Alex pondered out loud.

"And those markings… they look remarkably similar to Captain Rex's," Ian interjected.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the group. It became apparent that the two stormtroopers, overwhelmed by their daily routines, had failed to give proper attention to Ahsoka and Rex's appearance when they had first met. Now, in a moment of renewed scrutiny, they examined them closely.

"I find it incredibly distasteful for you to imitate Captain Rex," Ian expressed his displeasure, his voice filled with disdain. "He was a true hero, serving the Empire and founding our very own 501st Legion." Rex let out a weary sigh, then turned his gaze towards Ahsoka. Breaking the silence, she interjected with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"He isn't imitating Captain Rex. He is Captain Rex."

"Impossible," both stormtroopers retorted simultaneously, their disbelief palpable.

Rex, feeling exasperated, began to briskly walk away, trying to put an end to the conversation. Initially, the two stormtroopers bombarded him with questions to verify his identity. However, as the conversation progressed, their queries shifted towards Rex's experiences in battles and his perspectives on previous military campaigns. Ahsoka remained silent, relishing in Rex's growing annoyance. Eventually, Rex's irritation transformed into anger, fueled by his deep-rooted hatred for the Empire. Being idolized by such a corrupt entity disgusted him to the core. The Empire meant nothing to Ahsoka, and Rex, at some point, had stopped caring too. To him, whether it was the Republic or the Empire, it was all the same. What mattered was surviving another day alongside his brothers.

The group of four neared the final stretch, their footsteps echoing against the hardened concrete. Ahsoka and Rex fell silent and their Stormtrooper guards switched to internal communicators in their helmets. As they walked, Ahsoka noticed her surroundings, her eyes scanning the vibrant cityscape ahead.

To their bewilderment, the once lively harbor roads seamlessly transitioned into a pleasant five-minute stroll across town. Balconies adorned with blooming flowers and expansive gardens greeted them, creating an illusion of tranquility. Yet, amidst this apparent splendor, a disturbing sight emerged. Row after row of crucified figures, some barely clinging to life while others had already met their tragic end, lined the roadside for about five hundred meters. It was a chilling tableau of oppression and brutality. Ahsoka couldn't fathom the gravity of what lay before her, and she turned to Rex, her voice wavering with concern, trying to confirm if what she witnessed was real, or if she had finally lost it.

"What... is this?" Her unease gnawed at her thoughts, casting doubt upon her decision to join forces with the Empire. Ian, one of the stormtroopers, confirmed her fears with a solemn nod, acknowledging the sinister reality they faced.

"Rebels claim to fight for a greater good, but traitors forsake noble causes for selfish gain," Ian explained in a measured tone. "For Grand Moff Degurechaff, betrayal is a far graver sin than rebellion." Ahsoka and Rex nodded in reluctant agreement, their steps weighed down by the weightiness of this revelation. Together, they walked in silence for another ten minutes until they reached the road's end.

It was at this point that the two stormtroopers saluted Rex and retraced their steps, returning to the bustling port. Ahsoka and Rex remained behind, trapped between a bustling city and the grim spectacle of the crucified. The situation demanded their attention.

"This is the Empire, Ahsoka. Death, destruction, and oppression embody their reign," Rex whispered, his voice tinged with sadness and urgency. "Are you truly willing to align yourself with them? Look, they even go so far as to preserve corpses with Metafol, transforming it from a mere message to a galaxy-wide menace." Rex's disapproval of her decision had always simmered beneath the surface, but now it surged forth, buoyed by the weight of moral conflict. Ahsoka met his gaze, her expression troubled yet resolute.

"Did the Republic treat its traitors any differently? Let us not forget Umbara, where its betrayal cost countless lives when they sought independence. I would rather work with a pragmatic Empire than follow an idealistic Republic that would doom us to our own destruction." Rex sighed, acknowledging the futility of his attempt to sway Ahsoka from her chosen path. Resigned, he withdrew a tablet and studied a map of the city, recognizing that convincing her of the Empire's true nature would be an uphill battle.

Together, they stood at the precipice of uncertainty, their allegiance hanging in the balance, as they prepared to navigate the treacherous path that is the future.

"The first order of business should be to register with the Imperial Planet Bureau. From there, we go to complete the necessary registration formalities with the Imperial Security Bureau, followed by the Planetary Security Administration of the Imperial Naval Office, and lastly, the Imperial Taxation Bureau-" Interrupting, Ahsoka interjected.

"I understand. Let's simply proceed. The sooner we set on this journey, the quicker we're done."

At the IPB, Ahsoka and Rex found themselves immersed in a tiresome bureaucratic process as they diligently filled out the required registration documents. The extensive paperwork demanded meticulous details regarding the population, demographics, government structure, and military defense system of their planet. Hours slipped away as they painstakingly navigated through page after page, until they finally reached the last document that awaited completion. Curiosity sparked within Ahsoka as she encountered an unexpected item on the form.

"Taxes?" She questioned, surprise evident in her voice. "We don't have taxes. In fact, our society functions entirely without a monetary system." Frustration mounting, Rex, having temporarily removed his helmet to assist with the paperwork, stood up and took hold of the perplexing document.

"I'll go ask about this," he declared, exhaling a deep sigh, a sign of his tiredness. His aversion to bureaucracy and its burdensome paperwork mirrored that of his former commanding officer, General Skywalker. When the 501st lost its original commander, Anakin had never pursued the appointment of a replacement. Consequently, Rex became the de facto commander but remained devoid of an official title. Throughout years of conflict, Anakin had neglected the necessary paperwork to legitimize Rex's rank. Not that it bothered the clone captain; he actually preferred it that way. Nonetheless, the animosity towards bureaucratic red tape afflicted both Ahsoka and himself.

Rex embarked on a weary trek, traversing several corridors until he found himself in some sort of reception area. There, he discovered a woman engrossed in a game of cards, caf in hand, and cigarette smoke lazily escaping her lips.

"Pardon me," Rex interjected, his irritation evident at the sight of these bureaucrats imposing hefty administrative burdens upon them, yet remaining idle themselves.

"Yes, sir?" the lady responded, turning her attention away from her card game and expelling a stream of smoke.

"We are currently in the process of registering our planet, and we encountered an issue in the tax-related document. You see, we don't possess a monetary system or enforce any taxation," Rex explained, hoping for some clarity.

"Is it a communal arrangement?" she inquired, seemingly interested for some reason.

"Well, I wouldn't precisely label it as a commune. The government allocates a portion of planetary resources to each individual without necessitating any form of currency," Rex countered.

"Sir, according to the Imperial Code On Planetary Designation, that indeed falls within the definition of a commune. Ordinance 18, section 9, paragraph 1," she promptly clarified, her response constrained by the boundaries of the regulations.

"Very well, then. How should we approach this tax conundrum?" Rex inquired, his weariness preventing him from engaging in a debate regarding the logic behind labeling a financial system devoid of currency as a commune.

"In that case, you will need to complete a separate document," the woman explained, retrieving an item from her desk.

"Here you go, the special tax regulations pertaining to communes." The document she placed on the table spanned approximately twenty virtual pages. Rex reluctantly accepted that there were nine more bureaucratic procedures awaiting his attention.

As Rex returned to Ahsoka, he deposited the voluminous document on the table. Ahsoka couldn't help but chuckle, her laughter tapering off when she realized the immense length of the document Rex presented before her.

"Might joining the New Republic be a wiser choice after all?" Ahsoka remarked, a wry smile playing on her lips as Rex wearily buried his face in his hands.

"I hate the Empire," he muttered quietly, exasperation permeating his words.

Ahsoka and Rex strolled wearily through the bustling streets of Eriadu City, their frustrations palpable. They had just spent a significant portion of the day grappling with an endless stream of forms and questionnaires, each demanding intricate details about their planet. Their weariness deepened at the realization that their ordeal was far from over. The IPB, in its meticulous manner, intended to dispatch several representatives to verify and validate the submitted data. Ahsoka felt a sense of relief that she wasn't burdened with providing the evidence herself; undertaking such a task would have consumed months of her time.

"Now what?" Ahsoka inquired, her voice tinged with fatigue.

"Now we tackle the remaining nine," Rex replied, the weight of the task evident in his tone.

The duo finally reached the imposing edifice housing the ISB office—a distinct contrast to the local buildings utilized by the IPB. Watchtowers stood guard, a continuous stream of uniformed individuals traversed the premises, and vigilant Stormtroopers patrolled the area.

"Are you certain that entering here won't result in your arrest?" Rex whispered cautiously. "The Empire still deems you a Jedi."

"Delta Squad has assured me that I don't appear in any of the Empire's records," Ahsoka replied, her voice holding a note of conviction. "Moreover, it seems that all of the Emperor's loyalists have shifted their operations to the Core."

"The Sith?" Rex's curiosity piqued. Ahsoka nodded knowingly.

"During times of instability, power tends to concentrate in the Core. The Sith must be orchestrating something significant to facilitate such a swift retreat."

"Sounds like trouble," Rex remarked warily.

"Indeed," Ahsoka concurred, "but for now… not for us."

Crossing the threshold of the building, they marveled at its construction. It appeared as though the initial design prioritized fortification against a potential siege. The legendary paranoia of the ISB had evidently influenced their architectural choices for planets beyond the Core's protective embrace. Ahsoka approached an unoccupied office where a weathered woman sat, savoring her caf.

"Pardon me," Ahsoka addressed the woman courteously. "Is this where we register an inhabited planet in the ISB registry?" The woman nodded softly.

"A new colony?" She queried, receiving a confirming nod from Ahsoka. Retrieving some papers, she placed them on the table between them.

"Here are the documents you'll require for registration," the woman informed Ahsoka, who proceeded to peruse the list meticulously.

Here are the necessary documents for planetary registration in the ISB:

- Population information, duly validated by the IPB.

- Government system details, validated by the IPB.

- Local defense and security system documentation, sanctioned by the IPB.

- Sanitary regulations, validated by the ISAB.

- Climate and environmental information, verified by the ISAB.

- Pandemic disease security documents, authorized by the ISAB.

- Taxation records, validated by the ITB.

- Planetary monetary system documents, approved by the ITB.

- Hyperspace pathway information, verified by the BoSS.

- Resource documentation, provided by the IEB and validated for registration.

"May I ask about the meaning of 'validated'?" Ahsoka inquired, her eyes scanning through the extensive stack of required documents. The woman, casually sipping her caf, utilized her free hand to type something on a screen, giving Ahsoka a scrutinizing glance from the corner of her eye.

"So, you've been to the IPB?" she inquired.

"Yes, the Imperial Planetary Bureau. I've already visited and completed all the necessary paperwork," Ahsoka affirmed. The woman nodded in acknowledgment, setting her caf aside as she began manipulating her screen.

"Indeed, and were you informed that an IPB representative would visit your planet to verify the authenticity of your claims?" Ahsoka nodded, finally grasping the concept of validation.

"Correct, they mentioned it would occur in 8 months."

"Very well. After those 8 months, you will need to revisit the IPB to collect the validated documents. These official documents will serve as the Empire's recognition, confirming the existence of your planet and validating its characteristics as stated in the IPB files," the woman explained.

"So, my planet doesn't exist until the IPB verifies it?" Ahsoka sought clarification.

"Well, precisely. It's not until the IPB, along with the ISAB, ITB, BoSS, and IEB, officially acknowledge and recognize your planet that we can confirm its existence," the woman affirmed matter-of-factly.

"Allow me to clarify. If the IPB recognizes my planet, but the ITB and BoSS do not, my planet won't be considered official by the Empire?" Ahsoka pressed further.

"Let me properly explain, Miss. Your planet does exist, but without acknowledgment from these three organizations, we cannot be certain of its authenticity. It's the law," the woman responded.

"Why does the law say so?" Ahsoka's frustration was evident in her voice. "What's the point?"

"Let me recount a story from the time of the Republic. There was a grave incident where a gentleman claimed to have discovered a new planet. The Republic administration recognized it as a valid planet and sold around two hundred thousand tickets to this new world. However, when people arrived, they found the planet uninhabitable, lacking the capacity to sustain such a population. Tragically, all of them perished due to dehydration, while their money and possessions vanished. This scandal caused an uproar that reached the Senate of the Republic, but despite years of deliberation, no concrete action was taken. Thanks to the Empire, things have changed. Though bureaucratic and time-consuming, these regulations ensure the safety of our citizens," the woman explained. Ahsoka, though still frustrated, found solace in understanding the reasoning behind these stringent procedures.

"Alright, I understand. So, I must visit the ISAB, the ITB, the BoSS, and the IEB. After completing the necessary paperwork and obtaining validation, I return here to register the planet with the ISB. Is my understanding accurate?" Ahsoka sought confirmation. The woman nodded, pausing her work and giving the togruta her undivided attention.

"You have come to attend the address of Grand Moff Degurechaff, is that correct?" She asked. Ahsoka nodded in response, realizing that amidst her countless hours of bureaucratic tasks, she had completely overlooked tomorrow's event.

"Well, you're a bit tardy, but if you provide me with the IPB documents, I can grant you access to the Chamber where the representatives are expected to assemble. Of course, this is under the condition that you refrain from bringing your own security or weapons."

"Are you truly willing to assist me in this matter?" Ahsoka inquired, her reliance on the IPB's instructions leaving her uncertain if attending without proper registration would be feasible.

"It's not a matter of generosity. Failing to appear, without an adequate explanation, would immediately label you a traitor to the Empire, subject to the corresponding consequences as well, of course." the lady responded grimly, gesturing with her hand to imply the severing of one's neck.

"Well, I'm pleased to hear that the Grand Moff possesses the foresight to anticipate such circumstances," Ahsoka remarked, though still harboring doubts regarding the Grand Moff's mental stability. Nevertheless, she was certain that Rex would exploit this opportunity to continue denouncing the Empire.

"It's a rarity to encounter a Moff who comprehends the intricacies of bureaucratic administration. The system has remarkably improved under her leadership," the lady commented thoughtfully. "Kindly bear with me for a moment, Miss," she requested, rising from her seat and vanishing from view. After a few minutes, she returned.

"Here you go. A cup of caf to help you navigate through the labyrinth of bureaucracy. I understand it can be quite overwhelming. However, bureaucracy ensures the well-being of the citizenry." Ahsoka expressed her gratitude, bowing her head before taking a sip of the caf.

"Thank you very much. I will make sure to prepare the IPB documents required for the permit," she assured the lady.

Ahsoka and Rex found themselves sitting on the bustling sidewalk, surrounded by a steady stream of people going about their daily lives. In the corners, a few homeless individuals were seeking solace and spare credits from compassionate passersby.

"Can you believe it?" Ahsoka exclaimed, a hint of frustration in her voice. "We've been at it for 12 hours, trying to tackle the mountain of paperwork from BoSS, ITB, and IPB. Even if we manage to finish the rest, we'll still have to endure another 8 to 16 months trapped in this maddening bureaucracy!"

"I guess a hatred of bureaucracy is something we share; you, the General and I," Rex responded solemnly, empathizing with Ahsoka's exasperation. As darkness enveloped the sky, illuminating artificial lights fought to dispel the surrounding gloom. Despite their proximity to other people, an overwhelming feeling of isolation weighed heavily on both of them.

"You know," Ahsoka continued, her tone softened, "after all these years... I don't think you need to address him as General anymore." Rex let out a wistful sigh, his hand lightly caressing the helmet cradled in his lap.

"I've always known him that way," he responded, a nostalgic tint coloring his words. Ahsoka gently chided him, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I understand, but things have changed. If you're going to honor him, at least use his first and last name." Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a resounding rumble, causing both of them to burst into laughter as they realized the source of the disturbance.

"I think it's about time we grab something to eat," Ahsoka suggested, gesturing towards a restaurant across the street. Rex nodded, rising to his feet and securing his helmet.

"The meal's on me," Rex offered, extending his hand to help Ahsoka up. Together, they strolled forward until their footsteps halted abruptly, captivated by a peculiar sight. Rex noticed the presence of guards stationed on the nearby rooftops.

"There are guards up there," he remarked. Ahsoka dismissed his suspicion with a reassuring tone.

"Perhaps there's an important individual around. Don't let it get to you. Let's just head to the restaurant and relish in a well-deserved meal."

Rex cast a suspicious gaze towards the rooftops, but he relinquished his concern as Ahsoka tugged him towards the extravagant establishment. As they neared, Ahsoka couldn't help but notice the opulence radiating from the restaurant, evident through its sparse occupancy and the apparent reluctance of people to enter. Undoubtedly, the prevailing poverty across the galaxy deterred many. However, as people of a penniless society who had built up wealth by offering their services to other planets, Rex and Ahsoka had the means to indulge in such luxuries without constraint.

"Let's step inside," Ahsoka suggested, gracefully swinging the door open. The melodious chime of the entrance accompanied her as she entered the restaurant. A handsome young man in his early twenties briefly displayed a warm smile, but it swiftly disappeared when his gaze landed on the pair.

"Could you please guide us to a table?" Ahsoka kindly inquired, offering a sympathetic smile and gentle gestures. The gentleman's response was disheartening.

"There's nowhere for you to sit," he retorted flatly. Ahsoka's brow furrowed in confusion as she surveyed the sparsely occupied dining area.

"Nowhere? But it seems that this establishment, although undeniably elegant, has few patrons. How can you refuse service to a customer who is willing to spend their hard-earned credits here?" With a deft flick of her fingers, Ahsoka displayed a small fortune in imperial bars, emphasizing her ability to pay for anything the restaurant had to offer.

"We don't cater to aliens," the man replied curtly, his greed subdued by his disgust toward her presence. Ahsoka was caught off guard by this remark, having never encountered such xenophobia in her life.

"Pardon me? I must have misheard," Ahsoka responded, a mixture of surprise and indignation evident in her voice. "What's wrong with me being different from you?" Silence enveloped the room as the man stubbornly refused to answer, causing Ahsoka's composure and patience to wear thin.

Suddenly, the delicate ambiance was interrupted by a second chime. Ahsoka turned her gaze and noticed a young woman entering the premises. Shoulder-length pale blond hair and cold blue eyes. She was adorned in an all-black military uniform, prominently displaying the insignia of a high-ranking officer. While she possessed an appearance that one could call cute, there was an underlying aura of maturity befitting that of a refined lady. Standing beside her was a tall, handsome man, exuding an aura of vigilance.

Rex, catching sight of the woman's distinctive attire, which deviated from the standard Imperial garb, observed the elegance and finer quality of the fabric. Both the woman and her companion carried weapons, providing an air of authority.

"-and as I was telling you, Draneir, we need to construct public housing for the homeless. Erecting hostile structures to discourage them from sleeping in front of stores won't solve the issue. Our aim should be to create affordable yet comfortable housing, offering support through the new Bureau to rebuild their lives with employment opportunities and a sense of security," Tanya argued passionately with Draneir about addressing the homeless crisis, paying no heed to Ahsoka and Rex. Positioned behind Rex, Ahsoka, and the others, they patiently waited, anticipating their opportunity to secure a table. Meanwhile, the receptionist's voice escalated, confronting Ahsoka directly.

"I'm telling you, we don't serve aliens in this establishment. Leave, or I'll be forced to call security," he proclaimed defiantly. It was at that moment that the recently arrived woman shifted her attention towards those standing before her, her eyes fixated on Captain Rex's distinctive armor. A flicker of surprise danced across her face as she murmured to herself.

"A clone?" Her words reached Rex's ears, causing him to pivot and face her. "Those markings... Captain Rex?" she added, her voice laced with even more astonishment. Rex felt a looming headache as yet another imperial recognized him and instinctively reached for his pistol, ready to eliminate her if she dared to make a move. Draneir noticed this subtle movement and tightened his grip on his own weapon, but both Ahsoka and the imperial woman intervened, putting a halt to their respective guard dogs.

"Could you be Grand Moff Degurechaff?" Ahsoka inquired, scrutinizing the woman's features and recalling her from the holographic news.

"Yes, Tanya Degurechaff, the esteemed Grand Moff of the Southern Super Sector. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss..." Grand Moff Degurechaff paused, trailing off momentarily, fishing for the name.

"Tano, Ashoka Tano. Delighted to meet you, Grand Moff," Ashoka responded with a hint of resignation, accepting whatever fate awaited them.

"Tano, Tano... It sounds somewhat familiar," Grand Moff muttered, as if savoring Ashoka's name on her tongue. After a few seconds of contemplation, she broke into a genuine smile. "Ah! Commander Tano! How could I have been so slow? Especially with Captain Rex standing beside you!" Her excitement was palpable, followed by a self-deprecating chuckle. "This is such a fortunate encounter. I implore you to join me for dinner. It would be my utmost pleasure."

Rex glanced at Ahsoka, and in return, she cast him a meaningful gaze. If it were solely up to Rex, he would decline the invitation. However, Ahsoka countered his reservations with a radiant smile aimed at the rumored warlord.

"I would gladly accept your kind offer. Alas, it appears that this restaurant, regrettably, does not welcome aliens," Ahsoka swiftly replied. Instantly, Degurechaff's smile faded away. This eatery held a special place in her heart, for it served dishes that reminded her of another life—a life beyond the mundane fare of K-brot and subpar sausages—a life filled with elaborate and tantalizing delicacies from her second homeland.

"Does it now? It isn't a problem since you're my guest, right?" She eyed a certain man.

"I assure you, Grand Moff, it will not be a problem, not at all!" the man replied, his voice quivering as he attempted to steady his trembling hand. Unaware of the fear she had incited, Tanya guided Ahsoka and Rex to a nearby table while Draneir lingered behind. Once they were at a safe distance, Draneir discreetly beckoned the man, leading him to a secluded corner hidden from Tanya's view.

"Listen carefully, you fool," Draneir whispered, his voice laced with menace. "You will promptly inform your superiors and the chef that any discriminatory behavior towards aliens will not be tolerated. Understand? Because if anything goes amiss, rest assured that by the time I'm finished, this establishment will be nothing more than a refuge for homeless aliens. Am I clear?" The man nodded fearfully, his apprehension palpable, as Draneir briskly walked away, making his way back to the table where the trio awaited.

Curiosity brimming within her, Ahsoka couldn't help but inquire something of the well-dressed lady

"How exactly are you familiar with us?"

Tanya beamed with joy, her excitement evident. As a devoted scholar of galactic warfare, she had devoted herself to absorbing all available knowledge on the Clone Wars. Through interactions with Lord Vader, extensive research of historical accounts, and immersing herself in captivating documentaries, she had amassed a wealth of information. The presence of these two exceptional heroes was akin to a surreal dream come true. They had experienced the most intense battlegrounds of that era, often with minimal support, yet always emerging victorious. Their sharp strategic thinking had birthed new tactics and strategies that remained relevant even today, as they valiantly defied the finest admirals and generals of their time. They were the epitome of true war heroes, and now she found herself dining in their illustrious company.

"I've always studied the Clone Wars due to my… father, yes, telling me stories about it every night. You could say it's a particular obsession of mine. I know all of your campaigns and actions. You are heroes, living legends."

"Doesn't it bother you that I was once part of the Jedi Order?" Ahsoka questioned, carefully considering Tanya's potential reaction. The Empire's response to her Jedi affiliation was always a lingering concern.

"I am an atheist," Tanya calmly responded, accepting the menu passed to the four individuals by a waiter. "Religious matters hold no sway over me. Moreover, you left the Jedi Order following an unjust trial, meaning you were not involved in any coup against Chancellor Palpatine. Frankly, it doesn't matter to me. The Sith who might have cared have already departed for the Core, so there's no danger of them exposing you or taking any action against you." A wave of relief washed over Ahsoka, evident in the smile that danced upon her lips.

"I can't express how grateful I am to hear that."

"Well, I hope we can establish a good rapport. By the way, what brings you to this planet?" Tanya inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"We've come to officially register our planet and to attend your sector address. We occupy a space within your jurisdiction, and we wanted to ensure that we wouldn't be branded as traitors and face the Empire's wrath," Ahsoka explained. Tanya's eyebrows raised, surprised by their motive.

"How intriguing. Is this planet a clone haven of sorts?" she asked, amusement lacing her words. Ahsoka nodded, her expression earnest.

"Indeed, it's a clone sanctuary, inhabited by half a million individuals." If the esteemed Grand Moff had taken a sip of her drink, she surely would have spewed it out. Even Draneir, standing nearby, couldn't hide his astonishment.

"I thought the Clone Sanctuary was nothing more than a legend," Tanya exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "A place where abandoned clones could find solace away from any conflict or war."

"It's no myth; we're living proof," Ahsoka affirmed. Tanya's demeanor shifted, her focus intensifying as she disregarded the menu and her own hunger.

"What can I assist you with? The clones have endured a grievous injustice, condemned to a life of servitude and ultimately abandoned by the Empire despite their sacrificial contributions. I hold deep respect for these clones, and I curse the unfortunate hand fate dealt them."

Ahsoka pondered with determination. This presented a rare opportunity that would be foolish to overlook. The Grand Moff appeared more youthful and less authoritative, leading her to speculate that the true power resided elsewhere. Nevertheless, securing support from influential figures would undoubtedly prove advantageous, aligning with her mission to advocate for the welfare of the clones.

"The administration is currently verifying the existence of my planet," Ahsoka explained earnestly. "However, they won't schedule an inspection for another 8 to 16 months. If you could offer your assistance in expediting this process, I would be immensely grateful." Without hesitation, Tanya accepted.

"Of course. Draneir, take note and ensure they receive VIP seating at tomorrow's grand event." Draneir nodded without pause, swiftly jotting down the instructions on a tablet. Tanya turned to Ahsoka, her face lit up with a genuine smile.

"Please, don't hesitate to ask for anything you require. I am eager to hear more about your planet and its storied history. Meeting you has brought me great joy."

"Certainly. Where should I begin?"

Tanya's curiosity sparked, and she began her inquiry in earnest.

"How are the clones faring? How have they managed to survive? Tell me about your society." Ahsoka couldn't help but internally chuckle, resting her head on her hand as Rex and Draneir chimed in, placing their orders for food.

"Well, where do I even begin…"