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iddyiddybangbangTitle: The Art of Not Breathing
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anaraine
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (& a smidge of Star Wars: Rebels)
Word Count: 6,620
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Standard AO3 Warnings Apply (Violence on the level of the original cartoon, Krell being a Fallen asshole with an axe to grind, Minor Character Death)
Summary: The Umbara campaign is thrown off course, courtesy of one, not-so-little "Force hiccup".
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Author:
anaraine/Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (& a smidge of Star Wars: Rebels)
Word Count: 6,620
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Standard AO3 Warnings Apply (Violence on the level of the original cartoon, Krell being a Fallen asshole with an axe to grind, Minor Character Death)
Summary: The Umbara campaign is thrown off course, courtesy of one, not-so-little "Force hiccup".
"What is going on?" Rex manages. It's not enough. It doesn't even begin to cover the questions he has.
"I don't know," Ahsoka says candidly. "But I do know that fifteen years from now, the Umbara campaign still leaves you with screaming nightmares. And if killing that frog-faced piece of slime will prevent them, I'll do it with a smile on my face and a song in my heart."
Someone whistles, and Rex feels his cheeks burn. That's. A heavy declaration, considering who she is and what Rex was made for. He is stunned, and more than a little guiltily pleased. See, whispers a voice that sounds disconcertingly like Fives. We're not just another number. Not even you.
On Dreamwidth and AO3.
