🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 26 - Sorta Allies to Comrades 👏🏻

A/N:

✍🏻side note✍🏻 I guess I should clarify that V'hiina Prime is a random planet I totally made up 🤣

____________________________________

It would take five and a half hours to get to V'hiina Prime, and since most the regs plus Wrecker occupied all available seats in the common area, Talla retrieved a hammock from storage to set up in her room for Ahsoka, so the young Jedi could relax until they got there.

Upon entering her friend's den Ahsoka understood why the hammock was needed, more than a bit surprised to find Talla's room devoid of any personalization. Besides a cute loth-wolf stuffie sitting on one of her pillows, piles and piles of storage crates were the only decor she saw. "Wow, I expected you to be moved in by now." She chuckled, not knowing this emptiness was for the saddest of reasons.

Each pile was a pyramid of three large crates, but with a little bit of rearranging they were turned into two perfect 'trees' to hook the hammock cables onto. Talla scaled the first pile. "Actually I was, but I've decided to ask for a transfer out of this squadron."

Ahsoka whipped her head back in Talla's direction, "Wait, why?" Biting her lip apprehensively, Talla hooked the first end of the cable, hopped down from her perch and moved to the other end. With much concern over her silence Ahsoka approached her friend climbing the second crate tree. "I thought things got better during your recovery - I thought you guys were friends now!"

Hooking second the cable, Talla sighed. "Not with Crosshair." She gave it a tug to make sure it was secure, and hopped down to address Ahsoka properly with a flustered shrug. "He hates me, I don't know why, and our constant fighting made life awful for everyone else too - and when I say fighting, I don't mean bickering because someone forgot to wash the dishes, I mean we fight."

Here came out the Jedi Peacekeeper Ahsoka. "Have you tried sitting down and talking this out?" Ahsoka already knew Talla had a tendency to evade a situation if it made her or anyone else uncomfortable. Unless it was life or death, then the Agent didn't care what came out of her mouth as long as it got through someone's thick skull.

Talla's huff of irritation didn't bode well for a good answer, neither did her shoulders slumping when meandering towards her bed. "I've learned that's ideally the best solution, but I've also learned it takes both parties making effort for that solution to actually work." With a dramatic sigh she flopped backwards onto the mattress. "Everyone else has made the effort to make this transition as smooth as possible, but Crosshair has made it abundantly clear he doesn't want to put forth any effort." The little loth-wolf was grabbed to hold against her chest for comfort, and aching with sympathy Ahsoka found herself perched next to the young woman fiddling with the fuzzy ears of the toy, to stop herself from picking at her hair. "I'd consider staying if we at least worked well together in battle but even then, we can't set aside our differences and it makes things a hundred times more dangerous than it needs to be." Talla said quietly, distant eyes trained on the ceiling, and then Ahsoka received a look wrought with premeditated guilt, "I couldn't live with myself if someone got hurt because of me, so since he refuses to stop and I refuse to be spineless, I've decided that if we survive this mission I'm leaving."

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" Ahsoka carefully asked, "You can't just run away from your problems, that never solves anything."

Despite her cautious tone, Talla's eyes sharpened. "I don't really have any other choice because it IS that bad!" She shoved herself upwards to emphasize her point, face twisted in anguish. "I hit him, Ahsoka." Said teen's eyes widened. "He told me that I was worthless and a mistake and deserved to die, so I lost it and I hit him, and do you know what happens when a person is hit by someone with freakish strength, and said freak of nature didn't hold anything back?" It was a rhetorical question, and frown turning back into a grimace Talla went back to clutching her stuffie before answering it herself, stroking the wolf's furry head as the deserved guilt gnawed away at her insides. "It was bad, and he didn't want to go get his bruise looked at by Tech or anyone but it was definitely not just bruised because he can't really chew food on the right side of his mouth. It's still tender even though it's been a month."