Like General Grievous in earlier chapters I chose to give Plo Koon facial expressions even though I know with the mask on his face and his species it isn't possible. Still for the sake of this story he will have facial expressions and he will be able to eat. Just keep that in mind. Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars the Clone Wars or any of its characters.


Chapter 18

"I'm looking for a mechanic. Some people in town sent me this way looking for Ahsoka Tano."

"That's me."

(Tristakine) Plo Koon POV

Plo Koon couldn't figure this girl out. She was a mechanic too? What was her secret?

He was about to ask her when the two of them were interrupted.

"Ahsoka?" Plo Koon turned his head to see a little boy standing behind him. His senses told him that this was the girl's brother. He could see the resemblance.

"Chance!" Ahsoka stood up and Plo Koon followed.

"This is…" It seemed to hit her that she didn't know his name.

"Plo Koon, it's very nice to meet you Chance. You look a lot like your sister." There was no use in introducing himself as a Jedi. Something told him these people had no idea what a Jedi was. It was a small town and he assumed that the word Jedi never made it out this far.

Chance held out his hand for the man to shake. "It's nice to meet you too Ms. Plo. Thanks for helping my sister with the garden."

Plo Koon let out a small smile. "Oh, I think she has a handle of things quite well on her own without me here."

Ahsoka broke into the conversation. "Chance Mr. Plo is a traveler, I'll be fixing his ship this week."

Chance seemed to understand. "Oh you're a traveler." His face lit up.

"I am."

Ahsoka smiled at her now enthusiastic brother. "Mr. Plo would you like to stay for dinner?" The young girl offered.

The Master Jedi shook his head, "Oh I couldn't intrude-"

"You wouldn't be. I insist. I'll be fixing your ship and this is a good way to get a heads up about it."

"Yes. You have to!" Chance jumped in. "It's Mixed Pasta night. You haven't tasted real food until you've tried Mixed Pasta."

Plo Koon was still hesitant. He wanted to go. He wanted to learn more about the girl and what she was capable of. Yet he told himself that he would be intruding a family event.

"Are you insulting my cooking Mr. Plo?" Ahsoka raised her eyebrows in question.

Plo Koon's head shot up at this. "No. No, of course not. I'd never-"

"Well then, I guess you'll just have to eat with us to say otherwise."

This was a tricky girl indeed.


Plo Koon couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. As a Jedi he had no time for that. It was all take out and whatever the cafeteria made at the Jedi Temple that day. Yet as he sat in the Tano's kitchen he felt a true sense of family and warmth.

Questions came to mind as well. Where were these kids' parents? Why was this girl different than a normal Togruta girl? Why did it seem like she did all of the work around the house? How was she a mechanic? Wasn't she supposed to be in school?

As the three of them sat and waited for the pasta to finish boiling, Chance asked of the adventures Plo Koon had been on. The young boy seemed interested in the stories as any young boy would be. Ahsoka though, she was staring in awe as he spoke every word of his adventures. She was entranced by the tales that came out of his mouth and unable to say anything about them in pure shock.

The Master Jedi finally got a chance to ask some questions when the young boy ran to the bathroom. "Where are your parents?"

Ahsoka didn't look away from the pot of boiling pasta as she spoke. "My mother is dead and my father is off somewhere getting drunk and gambling away all his money."

"His money?"

"I have the cash that pays for the house and food hidden away." She smiled at how absurd that sounded.

"Does your father leave often?"

Ahsoka looked as though she was about to say yes. Probably because that's what Plo Koon wanted to hear. Instead whatever she was going to say was interrupted when Chance walked back into the kitchen.

"No, that's why we celebrate whenever he does go away. It's pretty rare." Chance answered for his sister.

Plo Koon nodded and risked a glance at Ahsoka. She looked disturbed at Chance's answer even though it was definitely the truth. He would ask her about it later.

For the time being, the three of them sat down to eat dinner. Chance set the table and Ahsoka prepared their dishes. Soon enough, they were all sitting down eating. It wasn't a normal kind of eating though. Ahsoka and Chance stared at Plo Koon as he forked a few strands of pasta. He raised his eyebrows at them but they motioned for him to go on. The Jedi Master smiled a bit and then raised the fork to his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. Afterwards he froze.

He ate another bite. It was amazing, and that's exactly what he said. "This is delicious," he gasped.

Ahsoka and Chance started laughing at his reaction. They then began eating their own food.

"I'm serious. This is… I can't find a word it's so incredible." Plo Koon wasn't joking. Even though all he'd ever eaten was take out and the cafeteria food, this was by far the best thing he'd ever eaten. He'd never tasted anything like it.

The brother and sister were still laughing when Ahsoka stood up and bowed. "Thank you. Thank you very much," she gaudily said as Chance clapped beside her.

Plo Koon was laughing a hearty laugh now. And that was something he hadn't done in a long time. "What's the secret?"

Ahsoka stopped laughing. Her face turned serious as she sat back down in her chair. She still had a small grin across her face though. Chance followed her lead.

"Should we trust him?" Ahsoka asked her brother jokingly.

Chance pondered for a moment. "Hm, I think so. He doesn't seem to have had this good a meal in a long time."

Ahsoka nodded towards her brother and the two of them turned back to Plo Koon. "Bell Peppers," they said in unison.

Plo Koon shoveled more of the delicious food down his throat and cherished the amazing taste. "I've never tasted anything so amazing," he admitted.

Dinner was perfect. Plo Koon shared a few of his stories with the sibling (keeping out the fact that he was a Jedi). They listened in awe at each word that came out of his mouth. In the meantime Plo Koon observed the brother and sister. The sibling bond was so strong between them.

When the night was nearing an end Ahsoka must've know Plo Koon wanted a word with her.


(Tristakine) Ahsoka POV

"Chance can you go get the towels off the clothes line?" Ahsoka asked in an attempt to get him out of the room so she and Mr. Plo could talk.

He was a strange man and Ahsoka could tell he had a secret. He never took his cloak off but when he turned just the right way she could see something attached to his belt. It was mechanical and looked like the handle of a sword. The entire thing was strange.

She went over to the sink and started doing dishes. Mr. Plo followed her lead and started to dry the washed bowls.

"It was your father who gave you those bruises." It wasn't a question. That way Ahsoka couldn't deny it.

She guessed that just like she'd seen the device under his cloak, he'd seen the bruises under her shirt. It was probably when they were gardening. Her shirt could've easily ridden up when she bent over.

Ahsoka simply said, "I have everything under control."

Mr. Plo didn't look up from the dishes. "How is that?"

The young girl sighed. "I just have to last another two years. After that I can own property. I can get custody of Chance and everything will be alright."

This caused the man to stop. Mr. Plo looked right at Ahsoka and asked her, "What about your father? He owns the house."

Ahsoka fiddled with her hands in the sink for a moment. She was thinking about what to say next. "Ok, so there are a few flaws, but it'll be fine. My father isn't going to make it that much longer. Alcohol poisoning is sure to get him within the next few years if an angry gambler doesn't get him first, and then…" She stopped. She didn't know what to say. Her plan did have problems, but it was the best plan she could think of. It was the only plan she could think of.

"I have to tell the government," admitted Mr. Plo.

"They'll take me and Chance away. They'll separate us and put us in homes. You know how awful those are. That's what I've been trying to avoid." She sighed. "No, you aren't going to tell anyone."

"And why is that?" He seemed pretty calm considering what they were talking about. Then again, he hadn't shown any emotion other than calm the entire time he'd been with her.

"Because Chance is all I have. Without him I'm just alone. You understand that. I see the loneliness and hurt in your eyes just like I see it whenever I look in the mirror." Ahsoka knew a thing or two about deduction. She'd read a few books (her photographic memory helped too) and studied some things. It was easy for her to read a person.

"I don't want to lose what I can call my life. It may be sucky and my father may abuse me but it's all I have, for now and for the future. I can only hope that things will get better and that hope is what keeps me going."

(Tristakine) Plo Koon POV

If it were up to Plo Koon, he would've offered her a spot at the Jedi Order right there. But it wasn't his choice. He had to check with the council. He had to convince them to let him bring Ahsoka back to Coruscant. That would be difficult. But he'd be damned if he didn't try. This girl was born to be a Jedi.


A/N- I enjoy this chapter; it makes me smile. I hope you guys like it. So I changed my username because my best friend found my account. It's alright because she's my best friend but still, I'd like it if she couldn't find it for reasons. Those reasons being that i have not written lemons but there is some pretty low level smut that would still raise eyebrows. Also it's awkward. So yeah. -Saraphine