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The Last Padawans

Summary:

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, three padawans survived Order 66. And then Lucasfilm has us believe that in all the time they spent flitting around the galaxy setting the Empire on fire, they never once all met together?

Well, in the event that Lucasfilm never gets around to showing their hijinks, here's my take on it!

Fic is inspired by annarasumanara who started this crazy idea.
And this fic is dedicated to shipambrosia_bree whose thirst for Kanan Jarrus and Cal Kestis fueled this madness.

(Tags might be added later as relevant because tagging things is annoying)

Notes:

It starts in medias res because starting at the beginning would be more work. Also, the timeline will be a bit screwy for the purposes of story. Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: First Impressions

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“So, gimme a feel for this jedi.” Greez said quickly. 

“What do you mean?” Cal said curiously, and Kanan tilted his head in confusion at the diminutive pilot.

Greez pointed to the tall Torgruta showing Ezra her lightsaber on the other side of the cramped spaceship. 

“I mean, you guys knew her, right? Help me out here.” 

The two former padawans raised their eyebrows simultaneously. 

“I wouldn’t say we knew Ahsoka...” Cal said while Kanan started saying something like “It was more of a casual acquaintance thing at best…”

Their four-armed pilot gave a bit of  grimace and his two lower arms made a pleading gesture. 

“Come on, you can’t give me anything ?” He said, pleading. 

“It’s been years!” Cal protested. 

“Seriously, people change a lot from the Jedi Temple.” Kanan added on. 

“Come on, you have to know something .” He continued.” “Every Jedi I’ve ever met is crazy as banthashit , I just want to know what flavor of crazy she is so I’m prepared.”

The two Jedi just gave him deadpan looks in annoyance, before locking eyes with each other. 

A whole silent conversation passed between the two and by the end of it, both had identical mischievous looks on their faces. 

Kanan silently gestured for Cal to take the lead, and the ginger smirked. 

“Alright…” Cal started, placing a hand on Greez’s shoulder to calm him. “You know how in every school, there’s the teacher’s pet?”

“Yeah?” 

“You know, the one kid who’s attached at the hip to their master, never questions them?” Cal continued as Kanan snickered slightly

“Uh-huh?”

“...hangs on their every word, once called their master ‘Mom’ in front of a roomful of council members?” Cal finished, as Kanan paused, and cocked his head in confusion. “Wait, hang on-” 

“So that’s Ahsoka?” Greez said excitedly. 

“Nope. That was Kanan !” Cal said with a laugh as Kanan lightly punched him in the side. 

“Shut up Kestis.” Kanan growled. “And that only happened once !” 

“It was so funny though!” Cal said, barely able to contain his chuckles. “The whole council was there, I swear to god, I saw Master Windu call her ‘Momma Billaba’ weeks afterwards.” 

Greez snickered slightly, and Kanan quickly dropped to a knee and wrapped an arm around the pilot’s shoulders. 

“Don’t listen to that lying idiot.” Kanan said,  pushing Cal away from them. “Okay, so, you know the one really weird kid who’s always there in the class?” 

“Yeah?” Greez said uncertainly. 

“You know, the kind of weird kid who would do literally anything on a bet?” Kana continued as Cal nodded approvingly.

Greez nodded, looking a little sheepish.

“You know, the kind of idiot who was always obsessed with climbing random things?” 

Cal paused in his nodding.

“Oh, yeah , I had one of those in the academy, total weirdo who would just crawl up any surface if you left him alone, hell of a pilot though.” Greez said with some recognition. “Wait,” He paused, looking at the regal Torgruta Jedi who was now showing Ezra another basic kata. “Is that what Ahsoka was like?” 

Hell no, that was Kestis!” Kanan broke off with a laugh. “He once got stuck in a smoke exhaust pipe with a fatsuit, a red robe, and a bag of toys! He was stuck there for hours before Master Topal got him out.” 

“Hey! I was bringing joy to the children of Coruscant!” Cal protested, but Kanan waved him off. 

“Sure you were, Ginger Bandit.” Kanan smirked as Cal playfully elbowed him. 

“Hey, guys !” Greez interrupted. “Ahsoka, please ?”

Once again, the two shared an inscrutable look, before Kanan started with a completely serious look. 

“Okay, you know the one crazy kid in the class?”

“Oh no.” Greez started in fear. 

“The absolutely banthashit student?” Cal continued. 

“The person that wrecks a speeder every other week?”

Please don’t tell me-” 

“The kind of crazy that gets into lightsaber fights on the front lawn?” 

“The kind of crazy that crashes dreadnoughts into Coruscant?” 

Greez looked like he was about to pass out. “ Please tell me that was not Ahsoka.”

Kanan and Cal smirked at him. 

Nope !” They said in unison, and their diminutive pilot relaxed slightly. 

“That was her Master .” Cal emphasized. 

“Ahsoka was worse .” Kanan said with a snicker as the blood drained from Greez’s face. 

“I heard they assigned her to him to punish him.” The ginger jedi added. 

“Oh, I can believe that, Mace looked like he was going to have a stroke every time he heard the name ‘Skywalker’.” 

By that point Greez had to interrupt. “But-but, that was years ago, right? She’s had to have mellowed out by now, right?” 

Both of them gave him deadpan looks. 

“Oh god…” 

“5 credits says she blows something up.” Cal adds helpfully. 

“Too generic. 10 says she cuts a door off the Mantis.” Kanan shoots back. 

“Deal!” Cal said with a smirk, as Greez looked at them in horror. 

“You...you guys are joking, right? She’s not gonna cut my baby , right?” He said with apprehension. 

Kanan just quietly gestured behind Greez, who turned to see Ahsoka waving her lightsaber in front of Ezra. 

With a flourish, her saber flew, slicing a hypothetical enemy to pieces, but Greez only saw how her lightsaber flowed so close to the walls the blue light traced a line across the metal. 

“AAAAHHHHHHHH” He squealed, running at the Jedi, waving all four of his hands in front of him. “NO! DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY BABY, YOU CRAZY JEDI!!!!”

Ahsoka started, deactivating her blade and turning to the hysterical navigator, noticing his apparent disquiet, as well as the two jedi behind him who were almost doubled over holding in their laughter. She snickered, and kneeled so she was at the head height of her host. 

“Hello there, you must be the owner of this fine ship.” She said evenly as Ezra slowly backed away from the conversation.

“Oh, uh, yeah...that’s me.” He said as all four of his arms began to move uncertainly. “I’m Greez, this is the Mantis.” 

“She looks to be a wonderful ship. Definitely one of the smoother hyperspace rides I’ve had.” She said, giving the rest of the ship an appraising look. “You should be proud of her.”

“Th-thank you.” He said, utterly confused. 

She looked him in the eyes. “I will do everything in my power to keep from harming your ship. I was trying to show Ezra here some katas, but I didn’t realize it would cause you distress. I promise to practice outside of the ship from now on.” 

“That...that would be great, thank you!” He got out sheepishly. “I gotta...I gotta go check the hyperspace...thing…”

“No problem.” She said with a congenial smile, as he walked away, stopping at the two idiots who had almost fallen over snickering. 

“I’m sorry, did you forget to mention that she’s the nicest jedi I’ve ever met ?!??!!” He whispered at them angrily, which only caused both of them to bowl over laughing. 

“Oh my god, your face !” Cal barely got out, his arm on Kanan’s shoulder the only thing that kept him from falling. 

Kanan was barely better, wheezing as he held onto a bulkhead for support. 

“The sheer fear like she was gonna cut his ship in half, oh that was priceless.” 

Greez pouted as the two jedi slowly stopped laughing. “Alright, truth, what was she really like back at the temple?”

They finally managed to get control again, slightly, and they raised their eyebrows at him. 

“What are you talking about, we weren’t lying.” Cal said, with a look of confusion. 

“Yeah, Ahsoka was the nicest padawan I’ve ever met.” Kanan said with a shrug. “She was still banthashit insane though.”

“You’re jedi, you’re all insane .” Greez ground out, trying to maintain his pout. 

“I mean, yeah .” Cal shrugged sheepishly. 

“But like, Ahsoka was on another level .” Kanan added. 

Greez just stared at him in disbelief. 

Cal put his hands up in defense. “Hey! I’m not joking, I heard she once lost her lightsaber and had to break up an assasination attempt to get it back.”

“I heard it was a gun-running deal.” 

“Maybe both?” 

“What do you think, Greez?” 

Both finally turned to the pilot, who was just looking at them with exasperation.

“What?”

He just rolled his eyes, walking to the cockpit. “Ask two Jedi a question and you get three different answers…” 

What ?” Cal said , confused.

“Hey!” Kanan chimes in, both of them looking at his retreating back in annoyance. 

“Uh, hello?” came a feminine voice behind them, causing them to both freeze. 

They turned around to see Ahsoka standing behind them, arms crossed, eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

“So...you two are Jedi?”