Rila: HOLY - DID ANY OF YOU SEE 'THE LAWLESS'? HOLY WHAT IS THAT I CAN'T EVEN

AND AS FAR AS THE CHANCELLOR/SIDIOUS GOES, I WAS ALL, "WHY ISN'T ANYONE CATCHING ONTO THIS?! HE'S EVIL!" *flips everything* A part of me says that I'm way too invested in a show meant for people several years younger than I, but if I want to be the oddball nineteen year old still watching this, then I will be! XD Haha, poor Rex. At least it isn't her slave outfit from the comic! That one is way worse.

Disclaimer: Someone needs to go ahead and assassinate Palpatine. But then it would change things and hey wait maybe ROTS wouldn't happen? *hopeful*

Word Count: 654

Chapter Description: It was definately not something he had expected.


It had been, in the beginning, for the sake of the mission. She was supposed to look like someone of importance in the Togruta community on Kiros, an heiress to catch the eye of the Queen. General Skywalker had refused to play the role of a slave himself, his tone bitter and eyes dark.

Black fabric had covered her, save for a narrow strip that exposed her eyes. They were bright and wary, observing her surroundings as she followed the General, flanked by him and General Kenobi.

Rex had not thought much about the outfit beneath the dark covering, and it had been the last thing on his mind after the plan spiraled out of control and he and General Kenobi were taken in as slaves. She had crossed his mind once or twice, though he had dispelled them, as he knew she could handle herself.

And so, he didn't actually notice her outfit until the mission was complete. He turned, opening his mouth to say something to her - and whatever he had been about to say was lost. Blue - just a shade or so lighter than the rich, Royal Blue of the 501st - clashed with sienna, the fabric complimented by gold belt-like decor set with yellow-green stones.

And though it was a far cry from the wide strip of fabric top and skirt that she had worn when she had first become a Padawan, she had changed her outfit to something more practical - so it was rather startling to see so much sienna skin exposed.

Rex's neck flushed, the color creeping towards his face as Ahsoka turned, and he beat back the reaction - that sort of thing had definately not been flash-trained on Kamino - and watched as Ahsoka approached, arms folding across her chest. Blue fabric shifted across smooth skin, and he decided that staring at anything but her was for the best.

"I don't think anyone will be messing with my people for a while," she told him, satisfaction in both her tone and expression. There was a faint hint of exhaustion in her eyes, but her over-all appearance was that of triumph. Her smile, which had mirrored her tone, faded when he didn't respond, edges dipping down into a frown. Her arms unlocked and a small hand found his forearm. "Rex?"

He didn't look at her. The outfit was modest and tame compared to some of the other things he had seen other slaves wearing - but the fact that she was his friend, and his Commander, no less, made it worse. Ahsoka's forehead creased, and he cleared his throat, gaze still pointedly fixed elsewhere. "Change clothes, then we'll talk."

Out of the periphery of his eye, he saw Ahsoka blink, and then blink again before she glanced down at her own outfit, the chevrons on her montrals darkening to an interesting shade. Her eyes slipped back towards him. The color of the chevrons deepened and she turned, the sound of her footsteps growing fainter until he could not hear them anymore.

Rex sighed.