The boys would no doubt call him a sucker for this, but Captain Rex really missed the slate-and-red corridors and airy hangers of the Venator-class cruisers.

Clones were designed to adapt to new situations. Their only possessions were their gear and the odd poster or regulation-approved souvenir, and all could be dropped in a heartbeat and replaced later on. The only things they kept with them always were their values: loyalty, honor, and stubborn determination.

Rex wondered if he was defective of simply human for not adapting to a life on the run after years with the might of the Republic fleet behind him. It was the same pressure, the same get-up-and-go mentality. But with the familiar settings there had invariably been familiar people – vital people, ones Rex was now lacking.

His two Jedi COs had always made things feel normal, made it easier to cope. Without them, everything had lost its color. And to make matters worse, new orders from up top now stressed ships stopping off at major spaceports could only carry a handful of clones. The old Republic soldiers' sameness made them distinctive, and it only took one surprise inspection to rat out a critical operation before it began.

Rex knew he was fighting alongside good people, but he didn't know them. Not like he'd known his brothers, thousands upon thousands of good lads who never thought twice about helping one of their own. Not like he'd known his Jedi.

It was all so different. He had no constants, no stars to guide himself by. He'd spent most of the last year feeling like a droid, so overloaded with incompatible data he couldn't compute any of it unless he sifted through it on autopilot.

Then, four days ago, the switch had flipped. For the first time since the Battle of Felucia had driven the Rebellion to ground, Rex was back on manual, and actually felt real hope.

Shame he so cynical and burnt out he still wasn't sure if he could accept it.

Rex tapped a button on his wrist comm to turn on the holographic display, scrolling through his inbox until he found the message that was more precious to him now than any expendable travel souvenir:

"This is Loth-cat c–c–c–calling Old Dog. Soaring Bird isn't w–w– me. I'll wait for your reply for the n–n–next four rotations between–between–between... between 1400 and 1700 h–h– Standard. Stick to audio o–only for greater range. Loth-cat out."

He'd received it only hours before the Tantive IV, his current assignment, went dark to keep its position off Imperial scopes while it delivered supplies to a secret Rebel outpost. The communications blackout had given him lots of time to wear his comm into the ground replaying the message – and do basically the same thing with his head – trying to figure out if it was legit.

The codes checked out, and the voice had all the right inflections as far as Rex could tell, but he hadn't heard her speak in a year. The static and the jagged starts and stops distorting the words weren't making things easy on his memory, either.

Even Cody, the unrelenting stickler for protocol, agreed it was worth bringing to the higher ups' attention over the comm. If it was Imperial bantha shit, it was too clever to let stand, and the sooner they busted it the better. If it really was Ahsoka Tano alive and well, that was an opportunity the Rebellion couldn't afford to miss.

So why was he so scared to know the answer?

Rex shook himself as he stood up from his desk, smothering the sentimental suck-up and putting his captain's helm back on. (Metaphorically, at least. He'd left his armor back at base, trading it for a functional but flimsier Alderaanian consular security guard's getup to blend in with the crew.) Last he'd had heard, Senator Bail Organa and Marshal Commander Spike – the only other clone on board – were both in the conference room a short walk from his quarters. He had to speak to them.

He was on duty in an hour, and his shift would carry him through the last stretch of Ahsoka's window. It was now or never. Sighing quietly to himself, he righted his uniform and left the room.

He hummed an old 501st marching song as he walked, something heroic that always calmed his nerves and boosted his morale. It only started to work once he reached the door to the conference room, and by then it was too late to do any good.

Pulling his metaphorical helmet down a little tighter, he rang the bell. Spike was even more of a stickler than Cody, and Rex would get the lecture of his life if he interrupted a meeting.

Thankfully, he wasn't interrupting anything; when Spike answered the door, the room was empty behind him. Rex nearly saluted when he saw the stern scowl on Spike's face, but he stopped himself in the nick of time. Alderaanian troops greeted superior officers with a sharp nod, their backs straight and arms crossed behind them. In such a busy hallway, an old GAR salute would be a dead giveaway.

Spike, decked out in a security guard's outfit the same as Rex, nodded in turn and moved aside to let him in. Bail Organa looked up from the holographic star charts that dominated the center of the conference table and smiled pleasantly.

Rex could never tell with Spike – the guy made grown troopers feel like cadets again with a look – but the Senator liked him, at least. He'd never forgotten the 501st's help on Christophsis, and the man was very liberal with his gratitude.

"Hello, Captain Rex," Organa said, rising to his feet. "How can we help you?"

Rex stood a little taller. He didn't have Fives' charisma, but he could make do with a professional veneer. "I need your permission to break our communications blackout, sirs," he said, looking past them to the shadowy corners of the dim room.

"Out of the question!" Spike snapped. "The supplies may've been delivered, but that doesn't mean we can drop our guard. If the Empire–"

Organa rarely pulled rank when it came to military matters, but this time was different, Rex guessed. He held up a hand patiently and motioned for Rex to go on. Spike begrudgingly fell silent.

With a wary glance at his stewing brother, Rex continued. "Four days ago, just before we entered hyperspace, I received an EF-4 transmission that appeared to be from Jedi Commander Ahsoka Tano."

" 'Appeared'?" Spike echoed.

"Yes, sir. Even if Commander Tano was my CO... and my friend," he added, "I have to be vigilant. She's been MIA for just under thirteen months. The message used all her old codes, but it was distorted and fragmented."

"That has many possible explanations. Traffic on EF-4 is getting heavier all the time, and we don't have the means to clean it up," Organa pointed out.

Spike nodded his head without really giving the impression of agreement. "Yeah, but adding static and other interference is one of the oldest tricks in the book to hide a voice modulator. Random stops and starts can conceal the places an audio transmission was stitched together using older clips."

"I don't have the tech with me to run a full analysis, but she gave me four days to get back to her, and today is the last one." Unexpectedly, no one broke in with commentary or questions, so Rex pushed on. "Senator Organa, we can't let this opportunity go to waste. I don't have to tell you how great a warrior Commander Tano is; she learned from General Skywalker, and he was the best of the best."

Organa stroked his beard for a long moment, weighing Rex's proposal. Then, he nodded to Spike, granting him leave to make the final decision.

A few tense seconds elapsed before the commander spoke.

"Put a one-way cloak on the transmission." Spike motioned one of the star charts. A green line showed the course the ship was going to register with the Empire, and a red one showed the course they'd actually taken to drop off those supplies. "We're close enough now to our original heading that we can blame the correction on purrgils, if anyone picks up the stray comm chatter. But if the person on the other end of the call matches your location to the Tantive IV..."

"Connecting me to one of the personal vessels of the Senator for Alderaan would be a disaster. Don't worry, I'm on it," Rex said, and inputted the command into his comm. Then, linking it to the hologram generator set into the center of the table, he entered his EF-4 password and signaled Ahsoka's comm.

It wasn't even ten seconds before someone picked up. "Rex? Is that you?"

The voice was just like Ahsoka's. Listening to it made something in Rex's chest ache, but like Spike had said, he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Thinking quickly, he disguised his voice with a drawl similar enough to fit an old trend among the younger brothers early in the war. "Yeah, Commander, it's me."

Spike caught on quickly, and nodded his approval. If this really were an Imperial trap, unless they had Rex's voice files on record, the person on the other end of the call wouldn't know the difference. But a Jedi who'd fought beside him and countless other brothers for years...

"Uh... listen, Rex, I didn't think this would be the first thing I said to you, but is something wrong with your voice?"

Some of the tension in Rex's shoulders loosened, but he still had to be sure. "Why'd you say that? This's the same as I've always spoken."

The speaker snorted, and that was pure Ahsoka Tano. "Nice try, Rexter. You never could get that drawl right, even when you'd had too much to drink. I think you gave it your best shot that time on Toydaria, and you still fell short."

The memory made Rex blush, but he knew Imperial interrogators wouldn't ask about something as obscure as a rare occasion Rex had underestimated the ale while staking out a cantina. He flashed Spike and the Senator a faint smile. The latter nodded encouragingly, crossing his arms. The former was as unreadable as ever.

"Sorry, sir," Rex said, reverting to his normal speaking voice. "I had to be sure it was really you. Your last transmission came out all choppy, and–"

"And that's a textbook way to disguise a fake, yeah. I read you loud and clear." Ahsoka's quiet huff of laughter tapered into a sigh. "I missed you so much, Rex. I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you, but... a lot has happened."

A comfortable warmth coursed through his body, the reality that Ahsoka was alive and okay sinking in at last. But something in her voice worried him. The Force was a better outlet for trauma than even Rex's hardy anti-shellshock programming, but the Jedi always complained about closing themselves off from the Force to avoid Elite detection. Even a short disconnect had repercussions on their mood; if Ahsoka had been a prisoner – or worse – and alone with her thoughts for a whole year...

"Need me to knock some skulls for you?" he asked, cracking his knuckles.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I think some of those skulls are a little too high up for either of us to reach."

Now Rex knew something had gone wrong, but Spike jumped in before he got the chance to ask what. "Commander Tano, what is your current position?"

"What's your name and rank, trooper?" Ahsoka shot back, avoiding the question. "I didn't know Rex had company."

"CC-8462-34. Clone Marshal Commander Spike at your service, sir."

"Sorry about the audience, sir," Rex said, cutting back in. "I'm on a ship that was traveling under a comms blackout." He met Organa's gaze, and the other man raised a brow. Perhaps it was best not to mention him, just in case. "I had to get permission to call you back. Spike is my current CO."

"It's fine, Rex. It's important to follow protocol."

That was one of the old code phrases the two of them had developed with General Skywalker at the start of the war as a covert way to pass along orders or share information. The phrase 'it's important to follow protocol' instructed him to find a way to speak to her later in private. Good. Rex could get some answers then.

"I'm in a villa on the northern continent of the planet Onderon, maybe a hundred clicks southeast of the foot of the Arrowhead Mountains," she continued. "In a little over a week I'll be returning to Noreino House in Kyzeron."

Senator Organa's crossed arms fell apart again in shock, and even inscrutable Spike gasped audibly. Rex himself felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "Noreino House?" he spluttered, not wanting to believe it. "Ahsoka, tell me you don't mean–"

"I was the Imperial torture droids' guest for three weeks or so before they tried to rip out my midichlorians." Ahsoka forced a laugh. "For whatever reason, it didn't work like it usually does. I've only used the Force for something major once since then, but as far as I can tell, I'm as strong as I ever was. Stronger, even."

Rex's fear melted out of him. "Well, that's gotta be a miracle from the Maker."

"The Empire sold me to a former king of Onderon, and I've changed hands a few times since then before getting to Lord Imperator Noreino's son. He's the most lax and trusting of anyone I've been in contact with since I got here. I managed to slip away a few days back, and met up with Rebel sympathizers who gave me this transmitter." She hummed apologetically. "Sorry for the audio-only messages, by the way. I wasn't sure how far EF-4 would carry an unscheduled visual transmission."

"Did you say you met up with Rebel sympathizers?" Organa said, addressing Ahsoka for the first time.

"That's no clone. Senator... Organa?" she asked slowly.

Rex blinked. That was right. Ahsoka and the General had gone missing before the Rebellion really got organized. It was hard to keep secrets when you ran the risk of capture every day you weren't in hyperspace, so their only liaison with the Rebel leadership had been Padmé Amidala. Rex himself had only been brought into the fold about Organa's role and identity recently, at Spike's recommendation.

The Senator chuckled lightly. "Last I checked, yes."

"Well... yes, I've met up with a handful in the last few weeks. Now that I have greater freedom to move, I've been striking small Imperial targets to get the people in the nearby villages medical supplies and food the Empire is denying them. The Elites are still preoccupied with one of my earlier stunts in a more densely populated urban area, so I've been able to fly under the radar out here."

Rex grinned. "Well, you certainly haven't been sitting around."

"Not recently, no. But... Rex, I have to ask. Have you heard anything about Anakin since Felucia? I never saw him or sensed him when I was in prison, and..." Her voice wavered. She had to clear her throat before she could try speaking again. "And I don't know if he could survive a wound like that."

Rex opened his mouth and then shut it, bowing his head. He'd admit he'd been too busy getting their people off the planet to divert soldiers to reclaim the General's body, but he'd seen what electric shocks like that did to a person. It was a grim assumption, thinking the General had died of heart failure on that battlefield – and he knew it. But he hadn't gotten any news since then to contradict it.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said at last. "We haven't heard anything, and I wouldn't put it past the Imps to classify a death certificate to keep from giving our side a martyr."

"I... understand." She took a shaking breath that sounded suspiciously like she was on the edge of tears. She was all business again before Rex could be certain. "Anakin wasn't the only reason I wanted to get in touch. I need supplies as soon as you can spare them. There are so many people here who need help, and I don't have the resources to get all of them what they need."

"We'll send an extraction team right away," Spike said.

"No," Organa broke in. "No, an extraction is not possible. Onderon is behind a planetary blockade, and trying to get ships in or out would be suicide."

"I– I didn't want one." Ahsoka sighed, sounding resigned. "There's a tracker in my chest that overloads my nervous system if I go too far from the Imperator's son."

Rex remembered the General's constant scowl after the Zygerria infiltration – and Ahsoka had only been forced into a collar, then. This was much, much worse, and chillingly familiar. Instinctively he rubbed the spot above his temple where his control chip had been, drawing comfort from the thin scar that was now there.

"Since when have you let a little thing like that stop you?" he joked weakly. That had always been the General's way to ease the tension.

Ahsoka didn't answer.

Sensing an opening with his usual precision, Spike cut through the silence almost before it had a chance to fall. "Commander, it's imperative we get you back to base as soon as possible. So few of the Jedi Generals are left, and your experience will be invaluable in taking the fight to the Empire."

"I understand that, Spike, but even once I get my tracker removed that may not be as soon as you'd like. I have obligations here. People are counting on me to help them," Ahsoka said with deliberate softness – her way of being diplomatic.

It was the wrong approach. Rex was no politician – stars forbid – but he knew Spike. In a debate, Spike would only ever see a sudden absence of strength as ceding the point to one's adversary.

"Don't count your nunas before they hatch," Rex said, using another one of their old codes: Strengthen your position. Realizing it sounded out of joint with the flow of the conversation, he added, "Your priorities could change once you've got a better idea of what things are like out here."

Please understand, he thought, silently begging her to figure out where he was coming from. Though he didn't know her limits and he sure as hell couldn't touch the Force himself, he pushed his meaning toward her as hard as he could.

"We'll send a medical team to disarm that tracker once the blockade ends, and a task force to establish a Rebel presence on Onderon with them. The ground troops can then coordinate with us – and as such be sure to get those most at risk the supplies they need – while you get back to the fleet," Organa joined in, oddly thoughtful. "You can even monitor the task force's progress personally, if you'd like."

"They won't know the terrain, or the people," Ahsoka said, and this time, her voice was harder. Rex breathed a covert sigh of relief. "I've been around the worst of the upper classes and the best of the lower for a year; no matter how skilled your unit is, they won't be able to mobilize either one. I'm the best person you have."

"Commander, I hate to speak so coldly, but we really must order our goals so we're putting the most urgent matters first," Organa insisted. "Onderon may have a democratically elected king, but what I've heard about Zakhan Noreino's ambitions to rule isn't good. If the planet falls to a totalitarian regime, it may be a lost cause."

Rex opened his mouth to argue. Something in the Senator's face stopped him.

There was a brightness to Organa's eyes that hadn't been there before, one that made him look almost... eager. He hadn't expected this debate, but he definitely wasn't shying away from it. That wasn't like him at all. Rex had only sat in on a few meetings with the rest of Rebel Command so far, but it was like the guy made it his mission to deescalate arguments before they even started.

What was Organa up to? Was he trying to bait Ahsoka into something?

Rex winced, torn between loyalty to his friend and loyalty to one of the de facto leaders of the Rebellion. Ahsoka was his former CO, but she'd been gone a year; she had to be reinstated as his Jedi Commander officially before he could openly put her above all others. If he warned her something was amiss – the code for Expect trouble was already at his lips – was he infringing on his current superior's goal?

"I can't believe that's true," Ahsoka fired back hotly before Rex could decide. "Senator, you're mistaken."

"Commander," Spike growled, indignant, "I must remind you that you are speaking to your commanding officer. Senator Organa deserves the proper respect."

"Last I heard," Ahsoka growled back, "the Jedi had been declared enemies of the state, and the GAR disbanded. Any ties linking the Order to the Senate were rendered null and void under the new Imperial constitution. I challenge you to find me anyone who'll openly put Republic law before an Imperial mandate these days."

Spike's eyes widened. "Commander, I only meant–"

Ahsoka wasn't done. "Commander, Senator, the Jedi serve the Rebellion out of loyalty and hope for a better future, not under oath – just like any other recruit. Invaluable though our experience may be, I demand we be treated the same way. I won't blindly serve another master just because everyone else expects me to do it!"

Rex gaped at the empty blue photons above the conference table before them, wishing he could see Ahsoka's face – and wishing she could see his. He'd tipped her off that a stronger approach would be best, true, but this was parsecs past simply putting her foot down. Was she implying what he thought she was?

"Ahsoka, this may be addressing the rathtar in the room before it's the right time for it," Rex said, fighting to calm himself, "but it sounds like you're ready to leave the Rebellion at a moment's notice. You're not really about to abandon us over the first conflict of interest we come to!"

You're not really about to abandon me, right? Not when we just found each other again! he added in his head, and hated himself for it.

"No, Rex, I'm not. The Rebellion is the galaxy's best hope for peace." Her voice was calmer now, the fire gone. She knew she'd made her point, and that the others would listen more closely now. "I just think Onderon deserves the most qualified operative possible keeping an eye on things, considering the slightest Jedi disturbance brought Lord Vader himself running to investigate."

At that, Organa outright grinned. Rex only caught it out of the corner of his eye, but it made everything else line up. The man had definitely been baiting Ahsoka, feeling out her strengths and weak points – but what conclusion he'd come to now that she'd played her trump card, Rex could only guess.

"Lord Vader! You've encountered Lord Vader and lived?" Spike muttered, so reverently Rex shivered. The man had expressed a wider range of emotions today than Rex had seen from him in a whole year. It was honestly kind of scary. "None of our Jedi Generals that came into contact with him ever reported back."

Organa nodded. "Rumor has it that he's a Jedi the Emperor corrupted, or a new creature of the same make as General Grievous. With Ventress' disappearance during the war and Grievous' death at the hands of your Master and Master Kenobi after it ended, Dooku was in serious need of a new leader for his armies."

"I haven't ever come face to face with him. Thankfully the Force was with me, and I was always in the wrong place at the wrong time – for Vader, anyway." Ahsoka hummed in satisfaction. "He came here looking for me, after that traceable use of the Force I mentioned before. He keeps tightening the noose, but it's been three weeks and it still hasn't found my neck."

"That'll teach you to boss around Commander Tano," Rex quipped, high enough on pride and secondhand victory to risk elbowing his domineering brother in the side. Spike, disconcertingly, didn't even bother to shoot a glare back his way.

"But, with each miss, he keeps ensnaring innocent people," Organa said with a knowing look, "which is the heart of your grievance."

"Yes," Ahsoka said, sounding surprised. "What do you know of him?"

"Not much beyond what I've said, I'm afraid, but I'm familiar with his tactics – or their aftermath, at least. Those were the missing pieces of this particular puzzle. The Senate often has to clean up the messes he makes of tense political situations, or..." Organa sighed. "Or, in most cases, find a way to explain the body counts."

"Then you understand why I have to stay."

I don't, Rex thought, but it didn't have much bite to it.

He was starting to understand why she was acting so strange: in the year she'd been away from one line of duty, she'd found herself another. And knowing how fiercely she clung to the causes that were important to her, she wouldn't let up until she thought her duty to Onderon and the Rebellion were incompatible.

Even then, Rex had a feeling he knew which one of the two she'd choose. She'd already decided where she was needed most, even if she hadn't said as much aloud. Rex could respect that and learn to live with it, even if it hurt.

"Not entirely," Organa admitted, "but I know this is important to you, and though Vader's presence worries me, it's worth looking into. Are any of the Rebel sympathizers you encountered the sort who might have useful information?"

"The most helpful were a couple from Lothal who got stranded here with the lockdown. I've already mobilized them. They're good with tech, so they're sharing workarounds for the communications restrictions with people in the villages."

"Maybe you could get them and some of the others together," Rex said, catching Organa's drift. "Remember how you always talked about building rebel cells out of the regular people on the planets we visited when we were on the run?"

Ahsoka hesitated for a moment before speaking. When she finally did, her certainty was gone. "I... yes. Of course."

Bail smiled brightly, crossing his arms. "That's an excellent plan. As an organized group, you can compare notes on other avenues for the supplies you need, or come up with another way past the blockade so we can get them to you."

"That's true. I'll see about organizing a meeting before I return to Kyzeron," Ahsoka said, a little more confident now. "If you'll forgive me, everyone, it's nearly 0200 hours Onderon time. I have a lot to consider, and I'm meant to be awake early. The Lord Imperator's son will think something is amiss if I'm too lethargic."

"But you'll be in touch?" Rex asked, so quickly it was a little embarrassing.

"Of course." Her reply was instant, and Rex could practically hear her smile.

"Commander, one more thing," Spike said sternly. "You're nearly a year out of date, and Rex here changed his codename months ago to Crowned Helm. You should change yours, too, in the interest of security. Not everyone involved in the Rebellion has the benefit of a closed network like EF-4 that's impossible to intercept."

"Crowned Helm?" Ahsoka echoed. "Huh. That's a hard one to match. Don't know if the three of us can stick with a theme, this time, Rex."

Rex felt a twitch of fresh grief in his chest. Of course they couldn't, not when their trio had become a duo. It was over a year ago now since Soaring Bird had been plucked from the skies that were his namesake. " 'S all right," he said finally.

"So... about the codename. Loth-cat was just an abbreviation of Commander Ahsoka Tano to make it easy to remember, plus the prefix to disguise it. I don't really have any other ideas. Although..." She paused for a few seconds. "One of the people from Lothal did call me something the other day that stuck with me: 'the fulcrum upon which many things could rest'..."

"Bit of a mouthful, if I'm being honest, sir," Rex teased.

"Hey, it wouldn't be the whole thing!" she shot back, laughing. "How about 'Fulcrum'? No one save that couple could connect it back to me, and I never told them my real name."

Bail nodded to himself. "Very good. We'll leave it up to your discretion who back at Rebel Command you want us to share your identity with."

"Perfect. May the Force be with you, then, Senator, Commander. And Rex?"

Rex remembered her first careful use of their old codes, and stood a little straighter. "I know, Commander. I won't forget."

"Right. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

And just like that, she was gone again. With promises to Organa and Spike to pass their personal comm codes on to Ahsoka when next he spoke with her, Rex reclaimed his own comm from the conference table and excused himself to go prepare for his shift.

No, he wasn't adapting well to this new life. The war had stripped a lot of his Kamino-bred certainty from him, but even less made sense now – including this new version of his vod'ika Commander Tano. Still, it was easier to figure out one person he hadn't heard from in a year than it was to figure out an entire regime change.

They didn't have their General to guide them anymore, and Rex worried they were on paths with diverging priorities, but they'd come back from worse. Every person had their place, and if her wasn't by his side, he'd learn to cope. Either way, he had a crucial missing piece of his old family back. For now, that was enough.

After so many setbacks and personal trials, Ahsoka has finally gotten back in contact with the Rebellion through her old friend and comrade Captain Rex. However, conflict quickly arose about where her loyalties lie. What will Ahsoka gain by organizing the people of Onderon, as Rex suggests? What means to make this happen does she even have at her disposal? And, critically, how does Lux fit into all this? Only time will tell...

Head empty no thoughts except theories about the epic book I just read

JK LMAO

This set my mind WHIRLING, but I'll refrain from discussing it right away in the interest of defending the law abiding, Disney+ lacking readers from spoilers. But I know what I saw, and I've already gloated copiously to my friends about calling this back in 2016. HUZZAH!

For those of you who guessed Old Dog was Rex, you were right! Everyone's codenames in this chapter are symbolic to their characters or mannerisms, and Rex's are especially poignant. Rex is a common dog's name on Earth, and he goes from being Skywalker's dog – a badge he wears with pride regardless of the enemy's scorn – to taking on the full meaning of the name with Crowned Helm: royalty, or the reigning power. Even if Rex thinks he was little better than a droid in this last year, he did some growing and evolving of his own. We'll see more of it in future chapters!

I also find it important to note that Ahsoka took her codename from something a person invested in Onderon's future told her. A pretty telling hint of where her loyalties lie, if I do say so myself. She's in a similar position right now to where she was just prior to the Siege of Mandalore in canon, I think. She doesn't agree with all the politics of the Rebellion and doesn't want certain things to be taken for granted anymore, and her allies there are trying to call her away to a fight that's no less important than the one she's taken up on Onderon, but where her absence has fewer immediate foreseeable consequences. 

But the Rebellion really IS lacking Jedi, and the longer she holds herself to Onderon, the more she may find herself questioning her place – something Rex is sure she's already decided, but whether Ahsoka thinks the same thing is still up in the air. Next up, we'll find out more, and maybe learn where the source of her reservations lies.

Talk to you guys next chapter!