A/n: The 'saber with fewer calories' thing belongs to the makers of Robot Chicken.
"Hi! Like, this is Ahsoka. Like, all my clones were shooting at me."
Standing next to Bail Organa, Obi-Wan frowned. "I'm so sorry, Ahsoka. Are you okay now?"
She waved her hand casually. "Like, of course! I just, you know, killed them all. Anyway, I was with Rex at the time."
The Master's eyebrows shot up. "Ahsoka, he's a Clone."
"Yeah, but we're like, a couple. 'Cept don't tell Obi-Wan, cause he's so uptight." The Togruta smirked, clearly remembering something. "Remember the time he scolded me for accidentally stabbing that woman he liked, and you called him an old fart? That was funny."
Now his eyebrows were so together, they could have knitted a pair of socks. "Ahsoka?"
She shook her head. "Sorry, Master Kenobi. Anyway, what are your coordinates?"
He rolled his eyes and gave them to her.
Senator Organa gave a discreet cough. "Purely out of curiosity Master Kenobi, have your standards in who makes it to the rank of Padawan gone down?"
The ginger-haired man frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, yes. She was supposed to leave to go to the AgriCorps, but then Geonosis happened, and, by some freak of nature, she survived." He rolled his eyes. "Don't ask me how a girl who thinks that a lightsaber is a saber with fewer calories lived through a battle that destroyed over a hundred Jedi better trained than she was."
Bail shrugged. "As they say, that's the Will of the Creator."
"Yes, Senator."
It was an all-too-short while before Ahsoka's bright pink personal ship arrived. It was, according to her, the latest galactic trend. To Obi-Wan, it looked like a bright, spankin' beacon for the Separatists, but for some odd reason, he couldn't bring himself to complain.
"Welcome Padawan Tano."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah. Do you know where Skyguy and Artooey are? Cause if you don't I have to come up with more perky nicknames, and Force alone knows how hard that is." She plopped herself down onto a couch and started to apply some Galactic Standard Teenager Sparkly Muja Lipgloss, Now With More Sparkle! (GSTSMLNWMS) to her lips.
Obi-Wan reminded himself to just breathe, and everything would turn out right. "No, Ahsoka. I'm afraid that we haven't located them yet. We're on our way to get Master Yoda now."
"The wrinkled troll? Too bad. He's so old, he's probably keeled over from the stress." She laughed for some unexplainable reason.
Later, on Coruscant
"Wow! It's, like, on fire!"
Inhale, exhale… "Yes, Ahsoka. The Temple is on fire. And why don't you go down and see why?"
Her scarlet-skinned face lit up. "Okay!" She ran in the direction of the burning building.
He had meant it to be sarcastic, but didn't object to her leaving.
Beside him, Yoda harrumphed. "Not a kind thing to do, was that."
"It was an act of mercy."
Yoda raised his eyebrows.
"If we end up starting a new Order, we'll need someone young and open-minded to lead it. What would it be like with her in charge?"
The Troll gave another snort. "Mercy, that was not! Mercy is putting your closest friend out of his misery as he burns in lava and tells you how much he hates you."
"What?"