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AN: Okay, I'm excited. My first SW fic attempt! Yay!
As the summary says, this will be just a collection of random and most likely unrelated (unless stated otherwise) drabbles in various parts of the Clone Wars cartoon saga. Not necessarily in chronological order either. Expect potentially few and far-between updates, out-of-character-ness, and awkward and heartfelt moments (and maybe a songfic or two).
You Snooze, You Lose
It was breakfast hour on the Resolute and Ahsoka Tano was one of the last ones in line this morning. She glanced around at all of the similar faces of the men seated at the tables in the mess hall. Most were engaged in various conversations or laughing at some joke or another, be it off-color or at someone else's expense. Skyguy was over at the other end of the room talking with Captain Rex.
She smiled to herself. Everything was as it should be.
That is, until she reached for a muffin...
Something was wrong.
Confused, the Togruta looked at the platter where the muffins should have been but only found some golden crumbs strewn about the counter space. Her fingers gripped her tray tightly as a wave of vexation threatened to make her shoulders stiffen. Bright sky blue eyes scanned the tables, Force-senses searching for the perpetrator. How dare someone take the last muffin?
Her gaze finally came to rest on one of the clones. And he was still holding the pastry in question, a bite taken out of it, revealing the red candied berries inside. A blue handprint was painted on his white chest plate.
Echo.
He seemed to feel her burning gaze in the back of his skull seeing as the casual smile slowly disappeared from his face. He shifted uneasily and took another quick bite of his muffin. He couldn't help but feel like he was being watched.
The heat on the back of his neck steadily grew. He couldn't stand it anymore. He carefully looked around to try and spot the source of the tension then saw the kid. He froze mid chew. Ahsoka was glaring daggers at him.
He glanced nervously at the mostly eaten muffin in his hand then back at her. Echo then realized that he had taken the last muffin. He gulped.
He watched with growing apprehension as she raised an arm out to her side, hand open with fingertips curled almost menacingly, and Force-called a muja fruit from a bowl at the end of the counter. It hit her palm with a satisfying and solid smack. A rather evil grin darkened her usually cheerful face.
Echo winced. That could be his throat in her potentially deadly grasp.
Some of his brothers that had been watching snickered. He glared at them, though he was still very creeped out, but pointedly shoved the last of the muffin in his mouth. Jedi or no Jedi, you snooze, you lose.
Ahsoka's eyes nearly went ablaze.
"Snips."
She jerked upright, startled. Anakin (when did he get there?) was giving her a warning stare but beamed with a patient smile. Her shoulders slumped and she glumly set her fruit on the tray next to her scrambled nuna eggs, looking away toward the floor panels. "Sorry Master," she mumbled, momentarily ashamed of herself. Muffin or no muffin, Jedi were supposed to keep control of their emotions.
Anakin chuckled quietly, gave her a brotherly pat on the shoulder, and went back over to where he and Rex had been sitting.
She sighed wistfully and gave Echo one final furious glare... then got an idea. With a flick of her fingers, his cup of steaming caf tipped over and spilled onto his lap. She smirked as he jumped up with a rather girlish yelp, stirring up a riot of guffaws from those around him.
And somewhere in that moment, Echo understood why Jedi turned to the dark side.
AN: Join the dark side, we have more muffins. lol Written over some diced Spam, Ritz crackers, and a glass of Mountain Dew.