With all of the threats down for the count, she finally went over and began untying her colleagues, who had ceased to stare at her since she had come in. She started with the person on the left, Journey, and worked her way to the right. Once Ahsoka freed their hands, they ripped the cloths out of their mouths but still did not say anything until Leslie, the last in line, was free of her bonds.

As Ahsoka helped her stand, she noticed that Leslie was shaking badly. She remembered how startled she had been on her first day when she had told Leslie about Mustafar. If she was scared of lava and battle droids, the last five minutes must have been a nightmare for her. As soon as her hands were free, she clung to Ahsoka and refused to let go. She wrapped her arms around the shaking girl, surprised and confused as to how it would help her. Leslie needed to sit, and probably drink some water. Hugging wasn't going to calm her nervous system.

"Is everyone okay?" Ahsoka asked, looking around at the others. They all turned to Jake, who was leaning on Jackson and Wheeler for support. She looked him down and saw blood dripping from a gash in his pants.

Fuller answered for him. "The thugs broke a few things on their way in, and a piece of debris cut his leg."

Ahsoka pulled Leslie off of her and motioned for Rya to come over. "Get her sitting, and try to get her to drink. Hey," she said quietly when Leslie tried to go back to Ahsoka. "I have to help him. We don't want that wound to get any worse."

Rya pulled Leslie close and started whispering to her, calming her as much as she could. Ahsoka went over to Jake and tried to make out what had happened.

The good news was that the debris was no longer in his leg, but it was still bleeding badly. It needed medical attention, and the sooner, the better. The cut was over four centimeters long and was going to need stitches.

Jake was just barely holding it together. "How bad is it? It's not going to kill me, is it?"

Wheeler groaned. "It's just a cut, you wuss."

"But it's a big one!"

"Both of you, stop it," she ordered. She turned to Fuller, who was white as a sheet but holding up better than the others. "Call this in, and tell the troopers we have eight unconscious terrorists who have trespassed onto private property and need to be tried for robbery, harassment, and attempted homicide."

Fuller went to go up to the offices to make the call, before hesitating. "Does it need to be word-for-word?"

"Just hurry," she told him, "and if they don't cooperate, let me know."

He made his way up the stairs, avoiding stepping on glass shards on his way up. Everyone watched him go, but watching wasn't going to help Jake, or Leslie, or anyone else who needed to calm down.

"Get him sitting," she told Jackson and Wheeler, who complied. They set him on one of the large workbenches, which was going to have to serve as a medical table for the time being.

"Anyone who needs a minute to calm down, go with Rya and Leslie to the staff room," she instructed, and the girls plus Luce and Nox went up after Fuller. Since Jake couldn't walk, Ahsoka was down to six people, plus herself, to clean up the mess before the clone troopers got there.

"Tyme and Journey, go grab brooms and start cleaning up the glass. If someone steps on that, they're going to cut themselves. Thyla, grab the medkit for Jake. Everyone else, we have to get all of the intruders into one area. Start dragging them into here, and take all of their weapons off of them."

No one, not even Granger, objected, although he did glare at her for ordering him around. Normally, she wouldn't be so harsh with her instructions, but she had to deal with Jake's wound and the clone troopers when they got there, plus all of the others who were freaking out. It was either this or chaos, and Ahsoka knew strict order would get the job done better than unmanaged chaos.

Granger went to the garage to get the thug in there, probably to get away from Ahsoka. Wheeler, Jackson, and Ahsoka started pulling the ones by the stairs over into a pile in the middle of the room. While Thyla came back with the medkit, and Journey and Tyme started sweeping the glass, Ahsoka began rummaging through their pockets for weapons, explosives, communicators, anything that might be important.

She was searching the sniper's coat pockets when she heard a faint hum coming from the garage. Glancing over, Ahsoka saw Granger pulling the first thug by his feet over to her. He tossed the blaster he had dropped into the pile forming by the wall, but Ahsoka could hear the noise even more clearly now that it was closer.

Ahsoka knew that song. She had heard it before and it was locked into her memory now. It was a song of pain, of sacrifice, of desperate, fading hope. They were crying out to her, begging her to save them, to heal their song. She reached into the belt pouch and found the source of the singing.

Her Dark kyber crystals, the ones from the Inquisitor's lightsaber.

She didn't even have time to comprehend what she had found. All she could do was stuff them in her own pocket and forget about them until later. Jake needed her help right now, and so did the others. The crystals would have to wait.

Back on the workbench, Jake was losing his mind. He was cradling his leg, mumbling something about "I don't want to die." Ahsoka knew he was overreacting and that the cut could be sewn shut in five minutes, but he clearly didn't think so.

"Calm down, Jake," she told him. "Just give me a minute, and you're going to be fine."

"What else do you need me to do?" Thyla asked from beside her. Ahsoka didn't need anything at the moment, but one look at the girl told her that Thyla needed to keep busy or she was going to break down too.

The blood dripping onto the cement floor gave her an idea. "Can you go get a rag from the staff room and dampen it?"

Thyla nodded and ran off up the stairs again, stepping over the piles of glass forming near the sweepers.

"What's going to happen to me?" Jake asked fearfully. "I don't want to go to the hospital, isn't there another way?"

"Jake, please, just calm down!" She told him, kneeling down to get a better look. "I'll clean this up and stitch it shut, it shouldn't take that long-"

"STITCHES?!"

"Don't scream, it's not going to help anything."

"I don't want stitches!"

"Would you rather the wound get infected, and then you really have to go to the hospital?"

"No, but I don't want stitches!"

Oh, Mortis, this is going to take forever. "Well, either way, I have to clean this up first, so just sit tight and let me mop up the blood."

Jake was slightly more comfortable with that, so Ahsoka pulled some antibacterial wipes out of the package and waited for Thyla to get back with the rag. While she was waiting, she rummaged through the rest of the pack, but there were no stitching supplies or anesthetic. She was going to have to use the medkit in her locker.

At that moment, she heard a set of familiar voices enter the garage from the shaft. A ship must have docked. "Move in!" A familiar voice called out. The clones were here!

Ahsoka stood up and went to address the troopers. They barged into the shop with their weapons raised and Jake shrieked, afraid that more thugs had come to hurt them. Granger, Wheeler, and Jackson threw their hands into the air, and Journey and Tyme dropped their brooms. Ahsoka, though, who was entirely comfortable around the clones, calmly raised her hands and walked towards them.

The troopers, of course, recognized her right away. The leader of the squad saw her and nodded, and she moved out of their line of sight so they could see the thugs on the floor.

"Spread out," the leader ordered his men. "Make sure this is all of them. Check-in in two minutes."

"Yes, sir," the troop replied, and they went up the stairs, brushing past the two men cleaning up the mess.

The leader turned back to Ahsoka. "You called this in?"

"My employer did," she explained. "I'm just trying to help clean up the mess."

"I see. Were you the one to stop the robbery?"

"Yes, sir."

"I figured," he admitted. "We have a ship coming down to take them to the Detention Center. They shouldn't be bothering anyone else for a while."

The trooper looked around at the other workers, who were staring in stunned silence at the Togruta and the clone. "Anyone injured in the fight?"

Jake raised a shaky hand and squeaked, "yes."

"I'll take care of him," she assured the trooper. "It's just a cut, barely nicked the muscle from the looks of it."

He nodded. "I wouldn't worry about your wound, sir. You're in good hands. Miss Tano has seen far worse injuries before than yours."

She glanced pointedly at Jake, just to make sure he got the point. He shifted his gaze from one to the other, before the trooper's comlink went off.

"Sir, the building is secure. No more intruders, other than the ones with you."

"Get ready to load up the criminals," the trooper ordered. "Miss Tano has a hold on things here, it's best if we get out of her way."

Ahsoka couldn't help but grin. Even after so long, she still seemed to have a reputation among the clone troopers. "What's your name, sir?"

"Streak," he answered. He hesitated, then leaned in. "I won eight Dejarik games in a row. Figured I could make a name out of it."

She snorted. The stories behind the names of the troopers normally had some element of humor behind it. She missed hearing about their names.

"It's been a while since you've been on the battlefield," Streak commented. "What are you doing down here?"

She shrugged. "Trying to get away from the war."

He looked around at the mess. "You might want to try harder."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "The fight always seems to find me. I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"Can't say that I am," Streak told her.

The troop came back to the workshop and started dragging the thugs to the garage to load onto the ship. Others grabbed their weapons and hauled them out of the building.

"We'll let you take care of this," Streak said, motioning to the chaos still left in the room. "Do you need anything else from us?"

Ahsoka thought for a moment. "I need a break, can you give me that?"

Streak began busting a gut laughing. It was a joke, of course, did anyone ever get a break? "Classic," he complimented her. "Good to know you've still got a sense of humor."

"I always have," she assured him. "May the Force be with you."

"May the Force be with you," he replied, and he headed out after his men, eager to tell him about his conversation with the Jedi Gone Rogue.

The other workers, on the other hand, were staring at her as if she had grown another head.