A/N: Hello, Hello...Rubbish robots from the dawn of time.

Ahsoka was worried when Red snapped their bond with an ominous whisper of something being 'not good.'

She was more worried when he didn't reconnect it shortly afterward.

She doesn't stop worrying for a week, no matter how many times she Tugs at his force presence.

She worries more when the news that Master Plo isn't responding to their calls hits, and she almost-almost-panics until they find her oldest-barely-friend, and pull him from the cold vacuum with his small gaggle of troops.

"AHSOKA!"

She snapped to attention, worries dying for a moment, replaced by surprise and kriffIwasn'tpayingattention.

"Yes, Master?" She asked, shuffling in place, trying not to make it obvious she was lost in thought.

She failed.

"We're trying to figure out where this mysterious ship is going to hit next." Master drawled, looking only a little annoyed at her lack of paying attention. "Any ideas, snips?"

Ahsoka knew she was being baited and opened her mouth to prove why she earned that name...but paused.

Something was wrong, off, incorrect. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fuzz in her head, even as the voices of the bridge crew grew more distant.

"Ahsoka...run…."

She snapped back to the bridge with a sharp gasp, and flew to the closest console-the center one, as luck would have it-quickly inputting a hologram of-

"That's a medical station…" Master Obi-Wan muttered, stroking his beard, elbow cupped in his free hand.

"That's THE Medical station," The ship's captain said, stepping up to point out one of the symbols on the side, "The one just on the other side of the Kaliida nebula, in the-"

"Ahsoka," Master Plo cut in, frowning, "Have you seen something?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, "I had a vision, just now, they'll hit this station soon."

"How soon?"

"Soon enough we'll be able to evacuate, just barely."

Cold…

Hot…

Cold…

Hot…

Hungry…

Pain…

Cold…

Hot…

Cold…

Hot…

"Ahsoka...run…"

Ahsoka grunted, firing a burst into another charging Vulture Droid, grinning as it exploded violently. She swiveled in her seat and took one off of Grey Leader's blind spot, before turning again to scythe another in half, laughing in surprise as it hit another ship, which crashed into two more ships.

"Nice shot, general!" Came Grey two, as the full might of the Fleets fighters waged war overtop the super-massive cruiser-crusher, while their squadron of bombers peeled away.

They were going to hit the bridge, but Master had them bomb the ion cannons instead when they started charging up.

And oh, how sweet it was to see their ships mowing down swaths of Vulture Droids as they made a fighting retreat to their ships, ships which were already opening fire on the crippled Seppie ship.

She felt her worry resurface as the fighters finally broke away, and the enemy flagship was hit with round after round of laser-cannon fire.

"I'm coming, red…"

"What was that, snips?"

"Nothing, Master."

The coms buzzed to life.

"Anakin, glad to see that our evacuation was unnecessary, completed though it was. Well done."

"Thank you, master. We're heading back now so we can wait out the destruction of this ship."

"I'm afraid you won't want to wait…"

Ahsoka was very glad that today was almost over. They had found and rescued Senator Amidala, and were making a retreat towards the Twilight. They had to make a detour, but that was fine.

That was perfectly, wonderfully...fine…

"Ahsoka, c'mon!" her Master called to her. "Why are you just staring at the ceiling?!"

She lept, igniting her saber on the way up, and swung.

She could have cried in relief when the black-and-red form dropped from the now severed vent into her arms.

She didn't put him down until the medical droid aboard the Twilight insisted.

When he woke, it was with a full-body twitch, and a moment of panic, right up until he realized that no, he wasn't underwater, he was in a bacta tank.

Ahh, nostalgia.

He blinked a few times and twisted about as best he could, brown-yellow eyes scanning the room.

The room was a startling white that also reminded him of home.

There was life by the thousands around him, surrounded by a blankness that he had long associated with the depths of space.

His clothes were neatly folded near the bottom of his tank.

His lightsaber was through that...window...right next to...

Shit.

"Morning, red. We've been waiting for you to wake up."

"Hello there."

Shit.

A/N: Short? Yes. Showing the butterfly effect? Also yes.