Epilogue

Part II

"I've overheard commander Fox recommending this place to captain Rex" one of the customers said at the doors "he says they have excellent caf"

"well it does not look like it" the other, having the exact same voice, replied.

"General Yoda doesn't look like a capable fighter either."

"Touché, Dixit, touché"

That two shinies marked the Omasta's diner's reborn. It started slow: one or two troopers here and there – not a big deal – Ahsoka didn't even know them and they didn't know her - they must have joined GAR after her disappearance. She chatted with them, trying to fish out the information about the war and well-being of her friends. The shinies must have liked the food as more clones started to appear. They had one thing in common: all of them were hungry for soups, steaks, cups of caf and pieces of pies. It was quickly visible that both 79's and Omasta's diner shared the customers fairly: the first one was for fun and letting off steam the latter was for replenishing calories and conserving taste buds after months of tasteless ration bars diet.

The life came back to the small diner. The never-ending clusters of clone troopers were like blank blasters to hoodlums, drunks and shady death sticks dealers that orbited around the place for quite some time.

"ermm… boss?" Ahsoka asked one day, the radio was broadcasting a soothing tune of space opera "what about we make a discount for clones?"

"what for?" the Ortolan asked.

Ahsoka almost froze under her employer's chilling gaze. The gradual change of the place turned out to be therapeutic for Okrasa Omasta, however she was still bitter about hosting mainly military grunts.

In reply to her endless complains, Ahsoka discretely pointed her finger at several clones explaining the meaning behind those triangles and these dots on their helmets - markings of higher ranked officials - and their connections to Jedi Order. Of course, Ahsoka left the rest of correlations to her boss.

The sheer though of more exquisite clientele, as commanders and capitans were just a stone throw away from Jedi who were just as away from senators, dignitaries and others of their kind, lit Okrasa'a spirit.

"I… I mean there are billions of clone troopers out there; even if they pay two, three credits less we'll still make a profit nonetheless… by the sheer number. 79's has such discounts and their business is boosting out of the seams. Not to mention senate might grant us a tax relief based on the security act-"

"how do you know all that?" Ahsoka's boss eyed her suspiciously.

"I just…" Ahsoka stammered, searching for words "I had a friend who worked at the senate… on GAR affairs."

"I see…"

"hey! Barista! One cup of caf please" Ahsoka froze; she could recognize that timbre of voice anywhere.

With that request, the teenager was hurried back to work. She opened a fresh bag of caf beans and poured them to a dispenser. The machine whirred and whizzed as it was grinding the beans to the powder. For the first time since leaving the order, the ex-Jedi felt happy about her life as a civilian.

"One caf – as dark as the dark side of the Force and sweet as glucose-based pastries of Tipoca City - coming right up!" She took a white mug from the shelf and placed it under the caf dispenser. "it's still your favourite I presume! Hm? Rexter"

"Ahsoka?!" Rex exclaimed with a fake surprise "I didn't recognize you! You've gotten old!"

"have to happen some time, Rex" Ahsoka replied, rolling her eyes "what took you so long?"

"ah, you know" Rex made a vague gesture in the air.

"sounds important"