Cold Blooded: Ahsoka x Reader

As Y/N blinked awake, the soft hum of the holoscreen in the corner of the dimly lit cockpit beckoned him to check the news. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he swung his legs over the side of the chair and leaned closer to the screen, the flickering images and headlines snapping into focus.

"The Galactic News Network reports a tragic incident involving two clone troopers during a high-speed chase through the bustling streets of Coruscant," a voice announced somberly. "Both troopers have lost their lives in the line of duty, highlighting the perilous nature of the ongoing conflicts plaguing our galaxy."

"Reports are still coming in, however, it has been confirmed by emergency forces that eleven bystanders were injured or killed in the confrontation. The majority were injured when a badly damaged Jedi Starfighter crashed through the Bluke Residential Tower"

"The Jedi piloting the starfighter, Ewoen Julmyrs, survived the crash with minor injuries"

"And in response to the heightened tensions, Galactic Security has implemented a lockdown on levels 2400 through 2475. Citizens are advised to remain indoors as authorities conduct a thorough sweep of the area."

Y/N leaned back in his chair, heart pounding in his chest. The news report swirled in his mind, painting a chaotic picture of devastation in the streets of Coruscant. Two clone troopers dead, innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire... it was a stark reminder of the casualties that surrounded the relentless war. He stifled a grimace, anger welling up within him. He didn't care about the clone troopers nor the justice the Republic claimed to uphold; all he saw was the increasing risk of failure that loomed over his upcoming mission.

"Great," he muttered, glancing at the small timer on his console that counted down the remaining rotations until the Senate meeting. "Just what I need: more chaos to complicate my plans."

He knew he needed to adapt his approach. The lockdown on the surrounding levels made movement through the city even more treacherous, and any chance of slipping by unnoticed had diminished significantly. The scrutiny from Galactic Security would be intense, and any move he made could easily attract unwanted attention.

With a resigned exhale, he made his decision. "All right," he said to himself, "time to get creative."

He quickly ran through his mental checklist, recalling everything he had prepared. Mandalorian stealth gear, the clone trooper armor he'd had modified to fit him—a clever disguise that could help him blend in with the crowd and slip past unsuspecting guards. The mission had to go flawless; failure was not an option. The goal was not only personal but tied to the fragile balance of power in the galaxy.

He activated the comm system, sending a discrete signal to one of his contacts within the Twi'lek Liberation Army. "Cham," he said, ensuring each word was carefully chosen, "the operation may require adjustments. The Senate meeting will be more guarded than we anticipated."

The response was immediate, Syndulla's voice crackling through the static of the receiver. "What do you suggest? We can't delay this action any longer. The Republic's hold on Ryloth weakens daily, and Orn Free Taa's influence grows insufferable."

"The answer is in the shadows. I'll have to go even farther under the radar. There's no way I can take out Taa without waiting for an opportunity—a diversion perhaps," Y/N replied, a flicker of inspiration igniting within him. "If I can lure the guards away, I could create a window where I can move in closer."

"Invest your time if that's what it takes. But be swift; time is against us. We'll coordinate an attack on our side while you execute your plan," Syndulla confirmed his understanding, the weight in his voice heavy with expectation. "Just remember what's at stake—a free Ryloth hangs in the balance."