16 years later...

Ahsoka Tano was driving the Ghost, and her son, Jackson Tano, was in the pilot's seat, fidgeting with one of his lightsabers. He was Force Sensitive and used lightsabers as his mother did. He wasn't very strong in the Force, his mid-chlorians were not very high, not as high as hers, for sure, but just enough to where Ahsoka taught him a few things to hide and protect himself. He wasn't very interested in learning much about the Force since he knew how dangerous it could be for him. Ahsoka would never tell her son that, but she was glad that he didn't want to learn much about the Force. It was dangerous enough with just her running around, and two Force users would attract too much attention. Well, more than they already got. She was quite frustrated at that point; Hera had gone to rescue Kanan against her orders, but a part of Ahsoka respected the Twi'lek for having the courage to disobey her, and Ahsoka could relate to breaking orders to save someone close to you, and Ahsoka was quite certain that Hera and Kanan were close. At least, closer than most.

Ahsoka turned her attention back to her flying, and she shot at a few TIE fighters, and the rest of the rebel fleet shot down most of the other TIE fighters that were attacking Hera, Kanan, and their crew. She got a message from Commander Sato.

"All ships jump to hyperspace. We've got them." He said, his voice scratchy from the comm.

"Acknowledged," Ahsoka replied, pressing a button so that her message would go through, and she heard an echo of her reply from the Phoenix Squadron. She put the coordinates in for the jump to lightspeed, and pressed a button, jumping to hyperspace. She then docked with the command ship and walked out of the cockpit.

She heard the Ghost crew walking in the ship, and Hera saying, "That was the protocol."

"The protocol has changed," Ahsoka said, climbing down the ladder, Jackson following her.

"Fulcrum," Hera gasped.

"Ahsoka," Ahsoka said. "My name is Ahsoka Tano."

"Why did you come here?" Kanan asked.

"Because of you, and your apprentice," Ahsoka said, rubbing the droid's head. "Many in this system and beyond heard your message. You gave them hope in their darkest times. We didn't want that hope to die."

"So what happens next?" Ezra asked.

"I don't know," Ahsoka replied. "One chapter has closed for you, Ezra Bridger. This is a new day, a new beginning."

"Sorry about her being so vague." Jackson cut in from behind her. "She gets like that sometimes."

"Jax," Ahsoka said threateningly, using her son's nickname.

"Who's this odd creature?" Zeb asked.

"This is my son," Ahsoka replied. "Jackson Tano. Please excuse his rudeness."

"It's no problem," Hera replied with a warm smile. "It's an honor to meet you."

"It's an honor to meet all of you," Ahsoka said with a bow of her head. "I didn't think there were any Jedi left."

"Neither did I, to be honest," Kanan said. "I feel like I know you from somewhere." He crossed his arms.

"You seem familiar too," Ahsoka said. "Who was your master?"

"Master Billaba," Kanan replied. "Yours?"

"Skywalker," Ahsoka replied. "At least, until I left." She remembered Master Billaba's Padawan, and Kanan looked a lot like him. But his name was Caleb. Ahsoka assumed he changed his name, just as Ahsoka had.

"Really?" Kanan asked, eyes widening. "Everyone knew him. I didn't know that you were his Padawan."

"He was great," Ahsoka said with a sad smile. It was always hard for her to talk about her master. It was getting easier, but meeting another Jedi made a lot of memories come back. Some good, some bad. Ahsoka assumed it was the same way for Kanan. "I've met Master Billaba. She's a wonderful person."

"Yeah," Kanan replied, a sadness creeping into his eyes. "She was."

Hera put a hand on Kanan's back protectively. There was something between the two. They were more than friends, that was something Ahsoka knew for sure. She didn't know what to think of it. The Jedi code didn't really apply to people anymore, and she didn't know if it was even acceptable to have attachments, or if they were even supposed to stick to the code in any aspect of their lives, other than using the Light Side of the Force. She didn't even know if some of the survivors used the Force anymore. Ahsoka had used it less than she had during the Clone Wars.

"Let's go to the cockpit. We can talk there." Hera said with a wave of her hand. Her voice wasn't very strict, but she had a commanding tone in it, one that could have an entire army follow her. The Rebellion could benefit from her. She sounded a lot like some of the leaders she had met in the Clone War. It was almost hard to hear her voice in its familiarity with some of her old friends. Rex and Anakin had such a commanding tone, and it was wonderful to hear.

She hadn't heard a voice like that in fifteen years.

Ahsoka climbed up the ladder, the Ghost crew following, Jackson at the back of the crowd. She tried to clear her thoughts, but it seemed like everything everyone did related to her old life, and even after so long, it was still hard.

"So," Ezra started. "You're the mysterious Fulcrum that Hera has been getting messages from?"

"Yes," Ahsoka replied. She put up the walls in her mind so that no one could see her distress, just like she had for so long. She forced a smile. "I am."

"How'd you get all the intel?" Ezra asked. "Are you a spy or something?"

"Kind of. I get all the informal intel, like supply runs and coordinates, things like that." Ahsoka said. "But I'm good friends with Senator Bail Organa, and he is the spy in the Senate and gets political intel."

"I've met him," Kanan said. "We gave him a few droids. A protocol droid and an astromech."

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "Artoo?"

"Yeah," Kanan said, surprised. "How'd you know?"

"Bail and I are friends," Ahsoka replied. "And I knew Artoo back in the war. He's always getting into trouble."

Kanan smiled. "I remember hearing about him in the Temple during the war."

Ahsoka let a laugh escape her lips. "He loved the attention."

Jax glanced at Ahsoka. "Wasn't Artoo your Master's droid?"

"Yeah," Ahsoka replied. "But before that, he was Senator Amidala's droid."

"Didn't she die at the end of the War?" Hera asked.

Ahsoka nodded sadly. "Yes," she said. "She did."

"Were you...close to her?" Ezra asked.

"Yeah," Ahsoka said softly. Memories flashed through her mind of the times they spent together. The blue shadow virus, when they met Mina and Lux Bonteri, the times Ahsoka was her Jedi escort when Anakin was busy. When she and Anakin would come over for dinner and the three of them would watch a movie. Padme was the mother Ahsoka never had, and Ahsoka deeply missed her in her life. She was so optimistic and had so much hope in her heart. And she always knew what to say.

"We should, um, go back to the command ship," Jax said, pointing at the door awkwardly. He grabbed Ahsoka's wrist and Ahsoka stood up and left the Ghost and went back to the command ship.

"You good?" Jax asked as they walked to their living quarters.

"Yeah," Ahsoka said, clearing her throat. "Thanks."

"It's hard for you to talk about your old friends," Jax said. "It's hard for me to talk about my old friends who have died; I get it."

"I wish you didn't," Ahsoka said, just soft enough for Jax not to hear.