A/N: Just gotta say this, because I mentioned the live action return of Ahsoka in an earlier chapter; they're (supposedly) casting for Ezra now! I'm so kriffing excited, it's not even funny. (Squeeeeeeeee!)

Revelation:

Never Too High Stables...

The younger looking cop was just sitting up, a hand to his head, as Tezza ran around the corner of the stable and out into the front yard, Cody right on her heels.

Passing by Artoo and Rex, who looked like he was on high alert with his hands hovering over his guns (blasters, whatever), she rushed over to him and knelt in the manicured grass that boarded the large gravel pathway to the front doors. She raised a hand to touch his shoulder in concern, but then dropped it quickly when she figured that might be a little too forward with an officer of the law. She settled for a, "Hey. How you feeling?" as she handed him his hat that had fallen off.

The blue eyed and pale skinned officer who looked about twenty stared at her blearily as he put his hat on automatically, covering a head full of short cropped brown curls. (Honestly, if she hadn't just met Cody and had her figurative socks blown off, she'd be thinking this guy was pretty hot.) "Uhhh... Okay? What happened? Who are you?" His eyes flicked over her, clarity returning to them quickly, but then moved on quickly without any further show of professional or male interest as he searched for and found the older cop on the other side of the pathway, who chose that moment to groan himself awake. "Mike!"

Tezza chose not to be offended as the young cop scanned the ground, found his gun, then snatched it up and jumped up to his feet in one smooth move before hurrying over to the other officer without giving her another glance. He wasn't the first male to ignore her and he wouldn't be the last. Cody was either blind or truly special if he was actually as attracted to her as he acted, because Tezza had once been told she was about as bland 'girl next door' type as a person could get. Her features were average. Her weight and figure were average. Even her hair was blah and average, being stuck somewhere between blond and brunette. She thought that her eyes were her best feature, but most people don't actually look at irises long enough to pick out pretty gold flecks inside the blue.

Cody was only the second guy ever who had taken the time to look at her eyes and smile. And he was by far a million times more attractive to her than Nero had ever been.

And, my gosh, can he ever kiss! I swear my insides melted.

She shook off the tingle of remembered desire and hurried after the as yet unnamed younger cop, pre-emptively standing in front of Cody and Rex, just in case. (The brothers were standing shoulder to shoulder now, looking ready to pounce and / or shoot if the cops made so much as a single wrong move.)

Turns out her instincts were right.

"Ugh. What hit me?" the darker skinned Mike said as Young Cop slapped the second fallen gun into his partner's hand and then helped him up with a strong tug of the wrist.

Young Cop turned and faced the ones he perceived as the threat, looking right over Tezza as if she didn't exist. (Story of her life short person problem.) "They did, I think."

Mike narrowed his eyes and she saw his entire frame tense into a defensive cop stance, two hands on his gun and pointed right at Cody. Young Cop echoed the move, his gun pointed over her shoulder at Rex.

She heard the armoured brothers shift slightly behind her, Artoo beep in alarm, and the cops in front of her tensed even further.

Crap! This is not going to end well!

"Stop!" she all but yelled, holding her hands up and stepping forward, drawing the cops attentions and guns to her.

"Tezza!" Cody exclaimed in a worried tone from behind her. She waved a quick hand behind her back, signalling him to stay put before he made this worse, and then quickly put it back up in the air.

"Stop," she said again, more calmly. "This is all just a big misunderstanding. They were just protecting me. They didn't know you were the good guys."

The cops didn't look impressed with her explanation at all. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," Mike said, a hint of bitter annoyance in his tone. "But that's no excuse for using violence against law enforcement."

"I know, I know," she said, tone soothing, taking another tiny step forward like she was approaching a panicking horse. "But they're not from around here. They don't even understand English."

"Really," Young Cop said dryly, exhibiting a severe case of disbelief. His gun was back to being pointed over her shoulder.

"Really," she said, taking another step forward. She lowered her left hand slowly and tilted her wrist computer towards them so they could see the open translation program on the screen. "Look. This is how I've been talking to them."

Both Mike and Young Cop leaned forward a bit to see, their eyebrows rising as they read about themselves twitching. Then they rose further as they noticed the second language. She unobtrusively used the opportunity to lower her other hand as well since her shoulder was starting to hurt. (Too many falls off of young horses.)

Probably curious despite himself, Mike asked, "What language is that? It looks familiar."

"It's Aurebesh."

Both cops blinked. Young Cop raised a brow again even as both of their guns lowered to a more relaxed position at their sides. "Isn't that the Star Wars language?"

"It is," she said, smiling at him for being clever. "I think they're cosplayers. The one with orange stripes is calling himself Cody. The blue stripes calls himself Rex, and they've even named their robot after R2-D2. He responds to Artoo, just like in the shows and movies. It's amazing really."

"Hunh." Mike didn't look quite as impressed as Young Cop, who was looking over the people behind her with the beginnings of fanboy respect showing in his eyes. (She knew exactly how he felt.) "That would explain why their unregistered PAC has been made to look like a Star Wars ship of some sort, but it doesn't explain what they're doing in Canada."

That's actually a good question, she thought as she glanced back over her shoulder to see what the brothers where doing now. She was surprised to see that they'd taken their helmets off again and had moved up silently to stand almost directly behind her, just off to either side; she hadn't heard a thing. They really are highly trained soldiers under the costumes, aren't they. Probably best not to mention that theory to the cops just yet. It might freak them out again.

And no wonder the cops relaxed. The guys are doing a great job of looking very non threatening right now. Maybe when they heard their names, they thought I was introducing them.

Cody caught her eye as she glanced at him and typed something into his wrist comp. She looked at hers at the same time the cops did. Tell them we are sorry for stunning them unnecessarily. But they were acting like hostiles, so we acted from instinct.

Tezza almost snorted. So much for hiding the fact that they're trained soldiers.

Mike got that suspicious look in his dark brown eyes again, obviously picking up on the clues as well. "Ask them where they're from, please. And what they're doing here."

She quickly typed in the requested questions and then turned again so she could see Cody's face as he read them. He didn't seem surprised. Resigned and a little amused maybe, as he typed in his answers.

The three Canadians waited almost impatiently for the reply to show up on Tezza's computer. And when it did, she did snort this time. We are based on a planet called Coruscant, but originally came from a different planet called Kamino. As to what we're doing here, well, that's obvious... We crashed.

Mike huffed and Young Cop actually barked out a laugh. "You know you're too enmeshed in your own cosplay when..."

"I know, right?" Shaking her head in amusement, she typed in, Very funny, Cody. But where are you from really? The cops won't stay in a good mood for long if you don't tell the truth.

Cody stared at the screen on his vambrace, trying not to feel as hurt as he was at her disbelief. "Why do they think we're not telling the truth?" he asked Rex, looking up and seeing a similar look of bafflement on his blond brother's face. "Where else could we possibly be from?"

"I don't know. Certainly not here. They know Aurebesh, even if they don't speak Basic, which is weird, but whatever, and that means that they must know about the rest of the galaxy, right?"

"That's what I would assume." Cody glanced at Tezza and found her waiting expectantly for his answer, her beautiful blue eyes still twinkling a little from what she seemed to think was his joke (which he really didn't get). The police officers were starting to get antsy again at how long it was taking him to answer. (He didn't like them. Especially the younger one who kept surreptitiously sweeping his eyes over Tezza's pleasingly shaped form every time her back was turned.)

Not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer - and hoping to get Lusty Cop's eyes off his girl as fast as possible - Cody typed out the best explanation he could come up with that he hoped made sense to these people.

But I am telling you the truth. Rex and I are stationed at the GAR base on Coruscant but we've been fighting in the Outer Rim lately. Our fleet was flying through the Kwymar sector, on our way to Kestos Minor, when our Venator was caught in an uncharted wormhole. The main ship was destroyed, but we managed to escape on that still smoking Y-Wing over there and ended up crashing here, on your planet. Where I met you and lost all sense of reality as I fell into the new galaxy found in your eyes.

If the cops weren't clearly reading Tezza's computer readout with her, and Rex on his own, who would guarantee tease him till the end of time for being a romantic sap, he might even have been brave enough to add that last part.

Cody hit send and then waited with baited breath for Tezza's reaction. Please, please believe me. I don't want you to think I'm a liar.

Tezza had to read the message twice, and then she still had trouble believing it, even though she knew there was a recently appeared wormhole above Earth that corroborated his story.

Because if what Cody said was true, then she'd just kissed Commander Cody from the Star Wars universe. THE Commander Cody from the Star Wars universe. Her favourite clone of all time. The one who her heart broke for every time she watched the control chip take over his mind and make him order the death of his close friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. The one who suffered injury after injury and still kept on fighting from the front of the line. The one who led and cared for literally millions of his own brothers as Marshall Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic.

The one who must have a heart made of gold and be as big as the sun to do what he did.

Most people fawned over Rex, or Jesse, or Fives and Echo, but Cody would always be the true hero of the Clone Wars to her. And he's standing right behind me.

And I kissed him.