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senmut) wrote2025-05-21 09:15 pm
senmut) wrote2025-05-21 09:15 pmEntry tags:
Daily Check In
| *\o/* | Word Count | Step Count | Headache? |
| Daily | 0 | 7,811 | yes |
| Monthly | 12,133 | 194,216 | 7 days |
Asp (senmut) wrote2025-05-20 11:30 pm
senmut) wrote2025-05-20 11:30 pmEntry tags:
Daily Check In (Tuesday, belated)
| *\o/* | Word Count | Step Count | Headache? |
| Daily | 470 | 8,833 | no |
| Monthly | 12,133 | 186,405 | 6 days |
flemmings (flemmings) wrote2025-05-21 09:19 pm
flemmings) wrote2025-05-21 09:19 pmEntry tags:
(no subject)
By force of will I got the biodegradable garbage out in its green bin but nothing else, because it rained all day and I am not up for getting soaked more than twice. Once was physio and twice was nama gomi, and though I know garden waste bags don't disintegrate in the wet like other paper, my bag can stay dry in the bunker for another fortnight. By which time there may be two or even three of them.
It's not unheard of to have the heat on in May, it just hasn't been necessary in recent years. But I bumped the thermostat up this evening because 10C/50F on a day when the sun didn't shine but the wind did blow is quite different from 10C when it does and doesn't.
Worrying about not hearing anything re: my dental plan renewal, I went back online and did it again, this time being sure to give my address, which Service Canada surely has. This time I read the note about You will not receive an email in response to this (good, that's why I didn't get one) we will mail you your registration. Well no, you won't, because we're going to have another mail strike oh joy. Oh well. I trust I'll be covered come July one way or the other.
It's not unheard of to have the heat on in May, it just hasn't been necessary in recent years. But I bumped the thermostat up this evening because 10C/50F on a day when the sun didn't shine but the wind did blow is quite different from 10C when it does and doesn't.
Worrying about not hearing anything re: my dental plan renewal, I went back online and did it again, this time being sure to give my address, which Service Canada surely has. This time I read the note about You will not receive an email in response to this (good, that's why I didn't get one) we will mail you your registration. Well no, you won't, because we're going to have another mail strike oh joy. Oh well. I trust I'll be covered come July one way or the other.
shadowkat (shadowkat) wrote2025-05-21 06:58 pm
shadowkat) wrote2025-05-21 06:58 pmEntry tags:
Good News Report - We are One in a Million Strong
Good news, depending on one's perspective? It also shows how the courts check the executive branch or how the system of checks and balances works.
Prior to going into this? A nice little video about how a "bill" becomes a "law" in the US, which shows how the Legislature and Executive Branch interact and check each other. The US is a democratic Republic with a system of Checks and Balances, it's not a Parliamentary System, although the system did borrow heavily from it.
I'm Only a Bill...via School House Rock.
[For those who don't already know? School House Rock along with the Afterschool Special was ABC's response to the Children's Television Act of the 1970s and 1990s, which required American Broadcasting to provide television shows aimed at educating children and were "child" appropriate. And specifically the creation of advertising executive who decided cartoons would be a cool way to teach kids.
( Read more... )
( I'm Only a Bill..Just a Bill )
And a fun little one about our Checks and Balances known as the 3 Ring Circus, it explains in simple terms what each branch of the US government is responsible for:
( checks and balances )
Both are rather oversimplified explanations. It's more complicated than that, and if we add in the State Legislatures, Executive Branches, and Courts, it gets even more so. There's a reason you can't practice law in the US without passing both the individual State Bar Exam and the Multi-State Bar Exam (Federal). Also not every State recognizes every other State's Bar, since the regulations and laws per state vary.
So, its not just a check and balances between the Executive (enforces the laws), the Legislative (creates the laws), and the Courts (interprets the laws and determines if the newly created laws or their enforcement contradicts the US or State Constitutions and are invalid, and how they should be enforced) - it's also a checks and balances between the States vs. Federal, States vs. States, and States vs. Local, and add to all of that other countries or what is known as International Law, and International Trade and Treaties. This type of law is practiced and taught under Administrative Law (which has various regulations and policies in place to enforce the laws), and Constitutional Law, also Civil Law, Criminal Law, and Procedural Law.
Hopefully the above will give anyone who wasn't taught all of this in law school or civics courses or isn't a legal professional working with administrative laws and regulations daily - a simplified road map towards understanding what is currently happening? (shrugs)
Now, for the good news, or a demonstration of how all of this is actually working to beat back fascism and uphold our civil rights in a peaceful and non-violent manner. [As always, mileage may vary on whether this is good news and it's in the eye of the beholder.]
1.A federal court temporarily blocks the president’s unconstitutional executive order attempting to require proof of citizenship to register to vote.
https://www.votebeat.org/2025/04/24/trump-executive-order-elections-preliminary-injunction/
2. Mohsen Mahdawi, a college student arrested by ICE following his citizenship interview, is released from detention by order of a federal court while his immigration case proceeds.
https://abcnews.go.com/US/lawyers-columbia-student-detained-ice-seek-release-case/story?id=121317902
3.19 states and Washington, DC sue the Dept. of Health and Human Services and its leadership over the unconstitutional dismantling of various federal programs vital to Americans’ health.
https://www.cnn.com/2025/05/05/health/states-sue-trump-administration-hhs-rfk
4.A U.S. district court rules that the presidential administration cannot use an 18th-century wartime law to deport people from Venezuela living in the U.S. ( explanation of what is happening here )
5.Colorado passes a bill to uphold public school students’ access to diverse reading materials.
https://coloradonewsline.com/briefs/colorado-limit-school-library-book-bans/
( the rest - not just court cases )
"Since day one of the new administration, We The People have fought in the courts, legislatures, and the streets to defend our civil rights against any attack:
( Read more... )
As stated earlier in this post - the US does have things already in place and historically embedded over 200 years, that enable us to fight back and to do so peacefully.
Another School House Rock Ditty... No More Kings - which I think explains the American character rather well, even if it leaves a lot out, unfortunately.
Also these:
* Electoral College - Send Your Vote to College
* The Constitution - the Preamble
* Declaration of Independence - Fireworks
And finally, a new protest song by Joan Baez and Janis Ian:
Prior to going into this? A nice little video about how a "bill" becomes a "law" in the US, which shows how the Legislature and Executive Branch interact and check each other. The US is a democratic Republic with a system of Checks and Balances, it's not a Parliamentary System, although the system did borrow heavily from it.
I'm Only a Bill...via School House Rock.
[For those who don't already know? School House Rock along with the Afterschool Special was ABC's response to the Children's Television Act of the 1970s and 1990s, which required American Broadcasting to provide television shows aimed at educating children and were "child" appropriate. And specifically the creation of advertising executive who decided cartoons would be a cool way to teach kids.
( Read more... )
( I'm Only a Bill..Just a Bill )
And a fun little one about our Checks and Balances known as the 3 Ring Circus, it explains in simple terms what each branch of the US government is responsible for:
( checks and balances )
Both are rather oversimplified explanations. It's more complicated than that, and if we add in the State Legislatures, Executive Branches, and Courts, it gets even more so. There's a reason you can't practice law in the US without passing both the individual State Bar Exam and the Multi-State Bar Exam (Federal). Also not every State recognizes every other State's Bar, since the regulations and laws per state vary.
So, its not just a check and balances between the Executive (enforces the laws), the Legislative (creates the laws), and the Courts (interprets the laws and determines if the newly created laws or their enforcement contradicts the US or State Constitutions and are invalid, and how they should be enforced) - it's also a checks and balances between the States vs. Federal, States vs. States, and States vs. Local, and add to all of that other countries or what is known as International Law, and International Trade and Treaties. This type of law is practiced and taught under Administrative Law (which has various regulations and policies in place to enforce the laws), and Constitutional Law, also Civil Law, Criminal Law, and Procedural Law.
Hopefully the above will give anyone who wasn't taught all of this in law school or civics courses or isn't a legal professional working with administrative laws and regulations daily - a simplified road map towards understanding what is currently happening? (shrugs)
Now, for the good news, or a demonstration of how all of this is actually working to beat back fascism and uphold our civil rights in a peaceful and non-violent manner. [As always, mileage may vary on whether this is good news and it's in the eye of the beholder.]
1.A federal court temporarily blocks the president’s unconstitutional executive order attempting to require proof of citizenship to register to vote.
https://www.votebeat.org/2025/04/24/trump-executive-order-elections-preliminary-injunction/
2. Mohsen Mahdawi, a college student arrested by ICE following his citizenship interview, is released from detention by order of a federal court while his immigration case proceeds.
https://abcnews.go.com/US/lawyers-columbia-student-detained-ice-seek-release-case/story?id=121317902
3.19 states and Washington, DC sue the Dept. of Health and Human Services and its leadership over the unconstitutional dismantling of various federal programs vital to Americans’ health.
https://www.cnn.com/2025/05/05/health/states-sue-trump-administration-hhs-rfk
4.A U.S. district court rules that the presidential administration cannot use an 18th-century wartime law to deport people from Venezuela living in the U.S. ( explanation of what is happening here )
5.Colorado passes a bill to uphold public school students’ access to diverse reading materials.
https://coloradonewsline.com/briefs/colorado-limit-school-library-book-bans/
( the rest - not just court cases )
"Since day one of the new administration, We The People have fought in the courts, legislatures, and the streets to defend our civil rights against any attack:
( Read more... )
As stated earlier in this post - the US does have things already in place and historically embedded over 200 years, that enable us to fight back and to do so peacefully.
Another School House Rock Ditty... No More Kings - which I think explains the American character rather well, even if it leaves a lot out, unfortunately.
Also these:
* Electoral College - Send Your Vote to College
* The Constitution - the Preamble
* Declaration of Independence - Fireworks
And finally, a new protest song by Joan Baez and Janis Ian:
Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote2025-05-21 05:06 pm
susandennis) wrote2025-05-21 05:06 pmThis time next week
This time next week, I'll have proper shades in the living room. I'm quite excited about that.
Erica in the fitness center was kind enough to send me a note that the part they need to fix the pool has not come in yet so it was still very cold. I sent a note to Steve - play or no play?
The Food and beverage meeting today was ok. I learned a few new things and that's why I go. There was a lot of people at today's meeting. Linda, who plays volleyball, was there. She said she swam today and the pool was still cold. Ok for swimming but she was also in a suit with full arm and leg coverage. She said she didn't think it was warm enough for volleyball. Just then I got a note from Steve and we all decided to just bag tomorrow's game and hope for Saturday. I sent a note out to everyone else.
Weird week with no volleyball.
A woman here, Dixie, makes very elaborate knitted college mascot dolls and sells them. I don't know all the details but her work is excellent. Her current project needs hair like my dolls so she came over this afternoon to find out how I did it. We had a lovely chat. She's really nice and knows her knittin' and didn't over stay her welcome. It was just nice. She's off now to find the perfect sweater for her doll's hair.
Now I'm watching the Mets Sox game which just took a turn to the even more interesting - snowman half done.
Erica in the fitness center was kind enough to send me a note that the part they need to fix the pool has not come in yet so it was still very cold. I sent a note to Steve - play or no play?
The Food and beverage meeting today was ok. I learned a few new things and that's why I go. There was a lot of people at today's meeting. Linda, who plays volleyball, was there. She said she swam today and the pool was still cold. Ok for swimming but she was also in a suit with full arm and leg coverage. She said she didn't think it was warm enough for volleyball. Just then I got a note from Steve and we all decided to just bag tomorrow's game and hope for Saturday. I sent a note out to everyone else.
Weird week with no volleyball.
A woman here, Dixie, makes very elaborate knitted college mascot dolls and sells them. I don't know all the details but her work is excellent. Her current project needs hair like my dolls so she came over this afternoon to find out how I did it. We had a lovely chat. She's really nice and knows her knittin' and didn't over stay her welcome. It was just nice. She's off now to find the perfect sweater for her doll's hair.
Now I'm watching the Mets Sox game which just took a turn to the even more interesting - snowman half done.
On the DEWLine 2.0: Dwight Williams (dewline) wrote2025-05-21 04:17 pm
dewline) wrote2025-05-21 04:17 pm
Entry tags:
Health: Dental Milestone
I filed my application for coverage under the federal dental insurance plan yesterday.
Finally.
Finally.
plaidcake (plaidcake) wrote2025-05-21 02:30 pm
plaidcake) wrote2025-05-21 02:30 pmEntry tags:
(no subject)
Sylvia at Spanish Woods wrote this today.
Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote2025-05-21 09:09 am
susandennis) wrote2025-05-21 09:09 amRelief
I was counting the days it takes from the time Biggie eats something wrong until it's time for surgery so that I would know if I could get it done at the vet here instead of at the emergency vet while I folded up the quilt to put it away and there... lying innocently in the folds... was dilator number 12.
Such a relief.
Bed clothes changed and bed made and I'm dressed and ready to face whatever else this day decides.
I did put a load of wash in and discovered yet another vote for Steve The Repair Guy. For as long as I can remember, every time I've done a load of laundry, I've gotten a warning to clean the filter. Since I always clean it after every load, I just clear the warning and proceed. But, now that Steve taught me how to clean it properly... no more warning! Very cool.
And one last thing I forgot to report. The tariff hoarders have hit the Kerigold supply. Safeway always has a very well stocked section of all of their different forms and flavors. Not so yesterday. They had a couple of tubs of the w/olive oil version and one of the way more expensive 2 stick packages. And that was it. But, I learned down and in and scored 4 of the regular 1 pounders way at the very back where you could hardly see them. (Yep, I am a hoarder, too!) Whew.
If I die tonight, whoever empties my fridge will really wonder what the fuck is up with all the damn butter! (Or be really grateful for the found treasure!)
My Mom used to do this. There was the Great Pimento Shortage. Our pantry shelves were taken over by those little jars of pimento for years. In her later years, I'd get emails with the subject line 'If I die tonight' and then a description of why she had just bought a 4 year supply of make up sponges or light bulbs or whatever.
So at least I come by this kink honestly.
Such a relief.
Bed clothes changed and bed made and I'm dressed and ready to face whatever else this day decides.
I did put a load of wash in and discovered yet another vote for Steve The Repair Guy. For as long as I can remember, every time I've done a load of laundry, I've gotten a warning to clean the filter. Since I always clean it after every load, I just clear the warning and proceed. But, now that Steve taught me how to clean it properly... no more warning! Very cool.
And one last thing I forgot to report. The tariff hoarders have hit the Kerigold supply. Safeway always has a very well stocked section of all of their different forms and flavors. Not so yesterday. They had a couple of tubs of the w/olive oil version and one of the way more expensive 2 stick packages. And that was it. But, I learned down and in and scored 4 of the regular 1 pounders way at the very back where you could hardly see them. (Yep, I am a hoarder, too!) Whew.
If I die tonight, whoever empties my fridge will really wonder what the fuck is up with all the damn butter! (Or be really grateful for the found treasure!)
My Mom used to do this. There was the Great Pimento Shortage. Our pantry shelves were taken over by those little jars of pimento for years. In her later years, I'd get emails with the subject line 'If I die tonight' and then a description of why she had just bought a 4 year supply of make up sponges or light bulbs or whatever.
So at least I come by this kink honestly.
Punk (runpunkrun) wrote2025-05-21 08:50 am
runpunkrun) wrote2025-05-21 08:50 amEntry tags:
Conquerors' Pride, by Timothy Zahn
Military scifi filled with dudes, all of them boring except for the guy who's been abducted by aliens, which is the only interesting thing about him. His dad, brother, and sister—one of five women in the book, and that is an overly generous count—hatch a cockamamie plan to get him back. It's the kind of scheme only Miles Vorkosigan could (accidentally) pull off, and none of these people are as smart, confident, or unhinged as Miles.
The first in a series that probably isn't worth reading unless you already have all three books in front of you, which I did not.
The first in a series that probably isn't worth reading unless you already have all three books in front of you, which I did not.
Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote2025-05-21 07:25 am
susandennis) wrote2025-05-21 07:25 amOne of the last few morning suns
I cannot sit at my table this morning because the frickin sun is beaming in. BUT, the shades guy sent me an email that my shades should be delivered this week. And he included the name and contact info of the installer guy. I'm guessing that 'this week' means they won't get installed until next week but that's better than next month! I want my table back.
At night, I use little plastic dilators to keep my nose from getting stuffed up while I sleep. I have a package of 12 that I keep by the bed. I have a plastic box in the bathroom where I put last night's. When they have all been used, I wash and repeat. And I keep careful count. Because Biggie. Last night, one went missing. I can't find it. I don't know if Biggie did. If he ate it, he's not showing signs or trouble yet. But...
[edit: FOUND IT!!!]
I tore up the bed looking so I guess, it's now bed linen changing day.
Also Food and Beverage Committee meeting is today. Just swapped texts with Martha about meeting her there and she says that the aqua fit class met yesterday in the freezing cold pool. It was the talk of the town last night she said. "They [class peops] may never warm up." I'll stop in this afternoon and check on the pool so we can decide about volleyball tomorrow. We play for fun. It's no fun trying to make sure the ball does not get punctured by an ice shard.
I'm thinking about making up a bunch of snowmen dolls for the shelf for next winter. If I made one or two a week now, I'd have enough, I think, for a robust shelf offering starting in November. Maybe. I have a good pattern in my head. I think I'll do a test.
At night, I use little plastic dilators to keep my nose from getting stuffed up while I sleep. I have a package of 12 that I keep by the bed. I have a plastic box in the bathroom where I put last night's. When they have all been used, I wash and repeat. And I keep careful count. Because Biggie. Last night, one went missing. I can't find it. I don't know if Biggie did. If he ate it, he's not showing signs or trouble yet. But...
[edit: FOUND IT!!!]
I tore up the bed looking so I guess, it's now bed linen changing day.
Also Food and Beverage Committee meeting is today. Just swapped texts with Martha about meeting her there and she says that the aqua fit class met yesterday in the freezing cold pool. It was the talk of the town last night she said. "They [class peops] may never warm up." I'll stop in this afternoon and check on the pool so we can decide about volleyball tomorrow. We play for fun. It's no fun trying to make sure the ball does not get punctured by an ice shard.
I'm thinking about making up a bunch of snowmen dolls for the shelf for next winter. If I made one or two a week now, I'd have enough, I think, for a robust shelf offering starting in November. Maybe. I have a good pattern in my head. I think I'll do a test.
Muccamukk (muccamukk) wrote2025-05-20 09:17 pm
muccamukk) wrote2025-05-20 09:17 pmEntry tags:
Music Tuesday
The CBC keeps playing this at me for some reason, and it's really pretty.
BUT ALSO: what is that piano intro reminding me of? I'm thinking late'90s with a female singer, but it might just have been... something I listened to a lot in the '90s.
Asp (senmut) wrote2025-05-20 07:33 pm
senmut) wrote2025-05-20 07:33 pmEntry tags:
Star Wars Time Travel Fix-It
Sending 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.
shadowkat (shadowkat) wrote2025-05-20 06:20 pm
shadowkat) wrote2025-05-20 06:20 pmEntry tags:
Another Day, Another Photo...
Actually, I took the following picture yesterday - on my walk around a section of the financial district. The section that is in front of Trinity Church and towards the Freedom Tower. Didn't go that far yesterday - because my leg was bothering me, and I didn't have a lot of time. At any rate I've been down this cobble stone road before -- it's completely blocked off to traffic - due to the New York Stock Exchange being on the cross street. Security and historic preservation.
The street is in front of The Trump Building (which I have not taking a photo of - because it's an ugly building, and not worth it - it's circa 1930s gothic, but it's ugly). And across from the Trump Building aka 40 Wall Street is...a Caribbean Jerk Chicken Vending Truck - smells delicious. (I'd get some - but my dietary restrictions keep me at bay.)
The Jerk Chicken Stand is kind of sticking the finger to Trump, it's right across from his Building, is the only vendor stand across from it, and the only vehicle across from the building. And about as diverse and non-white as you can get. Gotta love it. There's all sorts of subtle little protests across the Financial District.
My new work digs, as you may have guessed by now, is a photographer's dream come true. So many new things to take photos of.
Work was better today, aided greatly by sleep - I slept 6 hours and 43 minutes as opposed to 5 hours and twenty-three minutes, and that made a huge difference in my cognitive abilities. ( personal stuff - kind of boring...actually )
Anyhow, need to stop this and make dinner. But before I do? On today's walk, I discovered a little farmer's market, where I picked up gluten-free Irish Soda Bread, and gluten-free biscotti. I've never had either. So was happy with my finds.
It was just across the street from my office building. Insanely convenient.
And not much further, was Battery City Park, and this lovely little walk complete with lots of flowers in full bloom. They are hardy little flowers, and unlike the impatiens around Bowling Green Park, actually survived the dip into the 40s last night. I have no idea what they are called. I take pictures of flowers - I can't grow them or remember their names. I may be many things, but a horticulturist or botanist is not among them. The green thumb jumped over me and landed on my brother.
The street is in front of The Trump Building (which I have not taking a photo of - because it's an ugly building, and not worth it - it's circa 1930s gothic, but it's ugly). And across from the Trump Building aka 40 Wall Street is...a Caribbean Jerk Chicken Vending Truck - smells delicious. (I'd get some - but my dietary restrictions keep me at bay.)
The Jerk Chicken Stand is kind of sticking the finger to Trump, it's right across from his Building, is the only vendor stand across from it, and the only vehicle across from the building. And about as diverse and non-white as you can get. Gotta love it. There's all sorts of subtle little protests across the Financial District.
My new work digs, as you may have guessed by now, is a photographer's dream come true. So many new things to take photos of.
Work was better today, aided greatly by sleep - I slept 6 hours and 43 minutes as opposed to 5 hours and twenty-three minutes, and that made a huge difference in my cognitive abilities. ( personal stuff - kind of boring...actually )
Anyhow, need to stop this and make dinner. But before I do? On today's walk, I discovered a little farmer's market, where I picked up gluten-free Irish Soda Bread, and gluten-free biscotti. I've never had either. So was happy with my finds.
It was just across the street from my office building. Insanely convenient.
And not much further, was Battery City Park, and this lovely little walk complete with lots of flowers in full bloom. They are hardy little flowers, and unlike the impatiens around Bowling Green Park, actually survived the dip into the 40s last night. I have no idea what they are called. I take pictures of flowers - I can't grow them or remember their names. I may be many things, but a horticulturist or botanist is not among them. The green thumb jumped over me and landed on my brother.
flemmings (flemmings) wrote2025-05-20 06:39 pm
flemmings) wrote2025-05-20 06:39 pmEntry tags:
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Succeeded in bagging up the vines I cut on the weekend as well as leaf mat from last fall. Am telling myself that not having to sit down and stretch my poor poor back every 30 seconds while doing this = poor poor back is getting stronger. Well, maybe. Was happy to sit down afterwards, for sure. Now must vacuum downstairs and swifter kitchen against tomorrow's garbage put-out, but will do that tomorrow while it rains.
NND was sitting out smoking, unnoticed by me until he asked did I want any help. Thanks, no, I told him, this is my exercise. They mowed the lawn on the weekend and also part of mine, but he explained that the cord doesn't reach completely into my half. This is fine by me: I have very little grass for a reason, and suspect my cherry's 'submerged but not quite' roots would damage a lawn mower badly.
Took a bunch of books back to the library, had lunch at tony Korean restaurant-- which now has a very good fried chicken sandwich at half the price of their bento-- got money from BoM, and wine from the LCBO down Bathurst. LCBO also has Absolut Black Russians in a bottle, which I didn't need to know but of course had to try. Luckily they turn out to be not very good so shall stick in freezer and forget, but may be why my back didn't hurt while pulling vines.
NND was sitting out smoking, unnoticed by me until he asked did I want any help. Thanks, no, I told him, this is my exercise. They mowed the lawn on the weekend and also part of mine, but he explained that the cord doesn't reach completely into my half. This is fine by me: I have very little grass for a reason, and suspect my cherry's 'submerged but not quite' roots would damage a lawn mower badly.
Took a bunch of books back to the library, had lunch at tony Korean restaurant-- which now has a very good fried chicken sandwich at half the price of their bento-- got money from BoM, and wine from the LCBO down Bathurst. LCBO also has Absolut Black Russians in a bottle, which I didn't need to know but of course had to try. Luckily they turn out to be not very good so shall stick in freezer and forget, but may be why my back didn't hurt while pulling vines.
the_shoshanna (the_shoshanna) wrote2025-05-20 12:01 pm
the_shoshanna) wrote2025-05-20 12:01 pmtasteful update
I posted yesterday about coffee recently tasting unpalatably bitter to me, and a number of people noted that yes, that could be a COVID symptom. Which is true. (And thank you all for weighing in!) But I feel fine (which I know doesn't prove anything), nothing else tastes strange to me, and I tested negative yesterday (which I know isn't worth much, but it's something), and today I went out and got myself a coffee from Tim Horton's, which tasted fine. I mean, sweeter and milkier than I normally have it, but without any of the bitter layer that milk and sugar at home was only kind of lying on top of without ameliorating. And Geoff confirms that he opened the bags of coffee we're currently working through a few days ago; I can't remember exactly when the bitterness started, but the timing doesn't not match up. (I have realized that it definitely didn’t start before I left: I was fine with airport coffee through a sip valve in my mask, and with hotel and homemade coffee the whole time I was in Virginia.)
So I'll take another test just for the heck of it, but I'm pretty confident that there's something amiss with this batch of beans, which Geoff, who has a notoriously deficient sense of smell, just isn't picking up on or bothered by in the same way.
I hate that I have to do this calculus. Stupid pandemic.
So I'll take another test just for the heck of it, but I'm pretty confident that there's something amiss with this batch of beans, which Geoff, who has a notoriously deficient sense of smell, just isn't picking up on or bothered by in the same way.
I hate that I have to do this calculus. Stupid pandemic.
Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote2025-05-20 07:43 am
susandennis) wrote2025-05-20 07:43 amIf it's Tuesday...
I have only been up for a couple of hours but even that already has me confused. How can it be Tuesday if there was no volleyball??? This is going to be a long day.
I'm still wallowing in the relief of a fixed washer (plus, now I know how to keep it fixed) and the resolution of how the condo proceeds are going to go and where and one other thing that I cannot even now think of.
My friend, Julie's first Amazon order arrived. I can tell she had so much fun shopping. Scott says she's not done yet. I have a basket in the coat closet of all her stuff. Scott (a banker by trade) sent me the $$ via some kind of international Zelle-ish service. Quite cool. He sent to Friday night and I got a tracking website. It was in my bank account by lunch yesterday.
My baseball journey this season has been interesting. It started because the Mariner TV broadcast team was changed to 100% horrible announcers. I have been listening to some games on the radio but even those have gotten ear weary. There is one of those announcers who just will not shut up. I finally had to just turn it off yesterday because he was wearing a hole into my brain with shit that not only I but NO ONE with half a brain cell would care about. The second and third of the radio team aren't that much better. As of right now, the Mariners are in pretty good shape against the rest of the teams but even so. Ugh.
So I've been listening to other teams. The Phillies also have a very good team BUT, almost more importantly to me, they have GREAT broadcasters. They also rotate them - one central guy and then a cast of a few others, all of whom are interesting. And, while they, too, have THE FEAR OF DEAD AIR, they at least fill it with interesting shit. And they have a great mascot. The only problem I have with them is their center fielder who has long hair - I don't mind long hair but his is long strings of grease and it makes me crazy. The Mariners had a pitcher with long, greasy hair once. Everyone loved him. I hated the days when he pitched. I have a thing about long greasy hair.
But, also the Mets are a fun team to watch with lots of good players (and no hair issues) but their announcers aren't excellent. I really like the Guardian's manager but neither the rest of the team or the broadcasters are very interesting. If the Phillies or Mets aren't playing, I'll turn 'em in.
Today is house cleaning day. With my new house cleaner.
But first I need a shower. In my own shower, which is rare since I always shower at the pool. Oh well, good test to make sure it all still works.
I'm still wallowing in the relief of a fixed washer (plus, now I know how to keep it fixed) and the resolution of how the condo proceeds are going to go and where and one other thing that I cannot even now think of.
My friend, Julie's first Amazon order arrived. I can tell she had so much fun shopping. Scott says she's not done yet. I have a basket in the coat closet of all her stuff. Scott (a banker by trade) sent me the $$ via some kind of international Zelle-ish service. Quite cool. He sent to Friday night and I got a tracking website. It was in my bank account by lunch yesterday.
My baseball journey this season has been interesting. It started because the Mariner TV broadcast team was changed to 100% horrible announcers. I have been listening to some games on the radio but even those have gotten ear weary. There is one of those announcers who just will not shut up. I finally had to just turn it off yesterday because he was wearing a hole into my brain with shit that not only I but NO ONE with half a brain cell would care about. The second and third of the radio team aren't that much better. As of right now, the Mariners are in pretty good shape against the rest of the teams but even so. Ugh.
So I've been listening to other teams. The Phillies also have a very good team BUT, almost more importantly to me, they have GREAT broadcasters. They also rotate them - one central guy and then a cast of a few others, all of whom are interesting. And, while they, too, have THE FEAR OF DEAD AIR, they at least fill it with interesting shit. And they have a great mascot. The only problem I have with them is their center fielder who has long hair - I don't mind long hair but his is long strings of grease and it makes me crazy. The Mariners had a pitcher with long, greasy hair once. Everyone loved him. I hated the days when he pitched. I have a thing about long greasy hair.
But, also the Mets are a fun team to watch with lots of good players (and no hair issues) but their announcers aren't excellent. I really like the Guardian's manager but neither the rest of the team or the broadcasters are very interesting. If the Phillies or Mets aren't playing, I'll turn 'em in.
Today is house cleaning day. With my new house cleaner.
But first I need a shower. In my own shower, which is rare since I always shower at the pool. Oh well, good test to make sure it all still works.
Asp (senmut) wrote2025-05-19 08:46 pm
senmut) wrote2025-05-19 08:46 pmEntry tags:
Daily Check In
| *\o/* | Word Count | Step Count | Headache? |
| Daily | 486 | 8,349 | no |
| Monthly | 11,663 | 177,161 | 6 days |