A/N: Most people aren't disappointed that they don't get to use a cat for their story arc. I'm not most people, so before I launch into Roganda's story (again) where she has to suffer without one (darn it)... here is AT-AV being her Pitten-self. (Why am I making such a big deal? Because I WANTED this. I can't have this. Seriously. Darn it.)

Week 13 (12.17.07) - UDC 2 - Commander AT-AV (Detour to Hoth Extra)

61. Festive

In the cafeteria, Wes watched as she ate slowly, wondering all the while why she was so hard to figure out. On the one hand, he'd heard her complain about doing endless repairs on the Falcon, and on the other, she'd been transfixed by a crack in a landing strut that might not have actually needed attention. She fascinated him, and he wasn't sure why.

Roganda jumped suddenly and looked under the table. "Janson?"

"Yes?"

"Is this a cat, or am I imagining it?"

Wes looked himself, only to smirk at AT-AV nuzzling at Roganda's leg.

62. Wish

Roganda glared down at the animal that was brushing up against her in a familiar way that was somehow soothing. "Janson?"

"No, you're not imagining Commander AT-AV," Wes finally said, laughter in his tone. "Clearly, she likes you."

"Commander?"

"She keeps getting out of Princess Organa's chamber, somehow. Eventually, Mon Mothma had to give her an honorable commission, because she likes to hang out with the techs so much."

Roganda reached down to pet her, and AT-AV leaned into her hand. "Hey there." Somehow, it made sense that Leia would have a cat in the middle of all this. "Escape artist, huh?"

63. Gift

Somehow, Leia just knew she should have checked the cafeteria first, she reflected as she watched Roganda lift AT-AV up onto the bench she was sitting on. Slowly, Leia sat down and watched them, wondering at how the calming influence of a Pitten could change so much about a person. A furry hand nudged her shoulder, and she leaned into it. "Something, huh?"

Chewie grunted in the positive.

Suddenly, Roganda's head came up and she noticed them watching with wide eyes. Leia smiled and waved her off. They were in for a long night, regardless.

64. Naughty

Roganda wasn't sure what to make of the unexpected Pitten in the middle of all this, and Leia hadn't come over to take her back, either. She smiled again, the nagging from without further from her mind as AT-AV jumped up on the table from the bench and started eating the dish she'd been poking at for the better part of twenty minutes. "Hey!"

"Ah, let her," Wes said, smirking. "You didn't want it anyway."

"Well, no, but I wasn't expecting someone else to want it."

65. Nice

Eventually, Leia joined them and pulled AT-AV off of the table. "Sorry about that. She loves rations for some reason."

Roganda laughed suddenly, surprising herself and all three of them. At their expressions, she laughed again. It shouldn't have been funny, the detail of Princess Senator Organa's pet companion liking the rations, but it was, in the middle of the night, while waiting for the dawn.

Holding AT-AV, Leia couldn't help but smile and hug her closer. "Well done."