Ahsoka’s thinking about what happened

Ahsoka’s mind raced as she thought about yesterday’s events. The ****’s inability to affect some of this planet’s creatures, her lightsabers failing when she needed them most (she’d need to find a workaround for that), and meeting Agram. That last part especially played on repeat. The more she thought about their encounter, the more anxious she grew. Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments...right?

This bout of estrus that had hit her wasn’t helping. Agram was holding himself back, but she knew he could smell her scent.

She pondered this for a while before she realized something. The Jedi broke that rule all the time! Masters and their padawans constantly formed bonds of friendship, Anakin seemed rather chummy with Senator Amidala, and Obi Wan once had a romantic relationship with Duchess Satine. Even Grandmaster Yoda had a bond with his Kybuck*, though he did refer to it more as a friend than a pet.

Ahsoka thought about it and made a decision.

Agram turned as he noticed the nude Togruta girl approach.

“What is it small one?”

Ahsoka’s cheeks flushed as she glanced toward the ground. “I...I wanted to get a strand of your fur.”

Agram seemed confused by This.

“I want to learn more about your species and I need to put some fur in this to do that.” She said, holding up a Petri dish.

Agram didn’t seem to understand, but he also didn’t understand lightbulbs.

“Very well...?” He said, allowing her to pluck a strand.

Ahsoka returned to her salvaged terminal and tested the strand with a drop of her blood. She was fairly certain but it was best to be safe.

The result came back. *NOT BIOLOGICALLY COMPATIBLE.*

Ahsoka sighed, her mind made up.