Cejanr (A Rexsoka SWTCW Fanfic)

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Rafa slumped against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified. Trace looked shell shocked, but she seemed to be functioning better than Rafa at the moment. She had sat next to her sister after carefully examining the walls of the cell.

Ahsoka simply sat, cross legged on the bench across the cell from the sisters. It had been a long time since she had meditated properly, even longer since she meditated with a goal in mind. She let the walls of the cell slip away as she sank as deep into the force as she could without losing herself in the process.

She tenderly brushed the gossamer thread of a bond between her and Rex before moving past it.

Where are you, Asajj?

Ahsoka frowned, looking for that familiar pulse of power that marked the assassin. She found her several levels down below her, quite a ways away if she was to go unnoticed. Then there was the small matter of Rafa's theft... She hadn't anticipated her two crewmates to be with her, far from it, she had hoped to have them safely out of harm's way.

Refocusing in on Asajj's force signature, she could make out two others with her. A second force sensitive that she felt she should have recognized but couldn't, and a force null that she definitely knew.

She retreated back to the mortal realm and settled gently on the cool metal of the bench. Opening her eyes slowly, she found Rafa babbling something in huttese and Trace trying to sooth her.

"I'm sorry." Rafa said in a panicked basic. "I needed to I needed it Trace. I had to..." she trailed off, ducking her head and trembling. Trace rubbed her back.

"You need help, Rafa. Help getting whatever it is in your mind telling you to steal from the most powerful drug cartel in the galaxy out." She said. "I've turned a blind eye long enough. I'm not an idiot, I see the signs. The red around your mouth isn't from sweetstiks. The glazed eyes aren't the common cold." She sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm supposed to protect you and I haven't." Rafa whispered. Trace was silent for a long time before suddenly looking up at Ahsoka.

"Can you?" She asked in a rush. "Help her, I mean. Some jedi mind messy thing?"

Rafa gave a small squeak and pushed away from Trace. "No! I'm not having a slagging jedi in my head! I'll fix this. Somehow." She said determinedly.

"Dunno if you missed this Rafa, but we're in a  literal dungeon. Not sure how you're gonna 'fix' this, especially considering I'm the one who fixes things out of the two of us." She said bitterly before slouching. "Sorry Ra, that was mean of me."

Rafa was silent for a moment, curled in her corner of the cell by the wall. Ahsoka broke the quiet.

"I can't help her." She said softly, keeping her eyes on the ground in front of her. "Not the way you want me to, at least. It takes a strong and highly trained healer to break addictions, and that's not me."

Trace slumped despondently. Rafa mumbled something to her that Ahsoka's sensitive montrals just barely picked up.

"Even if she could, she's a jedi. They only serve themselves and the elite. Gotta be high up to get the jedi to help." She hissed. Ahsoka frowned.

"I'm no jedi." She snarled, making Rafa flinch. "I'm a half trained ex-jedi student who left the order because when it came down to it, they don't even care about their own members." Her gaze softened. "They didn't care about me." Tears flooded unbidden but she forced them down, modulating her voice fo a flat monotone. "I can't fix your addiction. That is something you will have to do yourself."

She met Rafa's eyes, which were hard as kyber crystals. Ahsoka took a deep breath.

"But I can open the cell door. Get to the Silver Angel. Under my bunk, near where you hid the spice, is a pouch containing almost a thousand credits. Take it. Buy your way out. Don't wait for me." She instructed.