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{15} Hidden Tano *AU*

A/N: Hey guys! So this is sortttt offf definitelyyyy a Star Wars AU. This will be tightly linked to Star Wars The Clone Wars. I just thought it'd be a really fun idea to write for! Also, sorry but this one won't be much of reader x Newt at all, but I had this idea and just threw it in here. I'd also like to mention that I probably won't be posting any Imagines for a while as I've hit serious writer's block, and have also drifted from the TMR fandom (as is evident in this Imagine), so please bear with me on this and I'm sorry for the hiatus. Happy New Year to anyone who reads this! Xx

Y/N's POV
Escaping the Maze felt like a dream to Y/N. But it was finally here.
And yet something felt... odd.
Like déjà vu.

"Hey, Y/N? Come on, we're almost there." Newt's voice pulled her out of her reverie, as his hand on her back gently guided her to the group again.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course..." she softly replied.

Their escape wasn't easy; the manic dash and battle through the Maze, the eerie wandering through the damp tunnels that led to the blood-soaked... office? Lab? Headquarters?
Y/N wasn't quite sure where they were.
Nothing seemed familiar anymore, except her boys: Minho, Thomas, Gally, Chuck and Newt.
They'd all escaped together after what could only be described as a unanimous vote.

And she guessed Teresa would count, just not as one of her boys. An acquaintance at most.

Swivelling her neck to look around the destroyed room, Y/N felt as if she was underwater. Not drowning, just... numb.
Dazed.

Suddenly the air cleared, as her eyes focused in on something glinting. A cylindrical metal canister-looking-tube.

"Ahsoka"

Y/N flinched. She quickly glanced around to see where the whisper had come from, but no one was anywhere near her; the rest of the group was looking for a way out of the hastily  deserted room.

"Ahsoka"

This one was stronger this time, louder and made goosebumps appear on Y/N's skin. The word was foreign to her at first, but now she could recognise it as a name- a familiar one. She cast her eyes back to the object and started to walk tentatively closer to the desk where it lay.

"Ahsoka, come home"

Y/N's eyes widened as her pace quickened. That one didn't even sound like a whisper to her- more like someone was standing right beside her talking to her. Someone she knew, a familiar voice she felt she could trust.
A foreign feeling of desperation and happiness spread throughout her at the voice. Why did she feel like this??

She started to accelerate even more: she could now sense the voices and déjà vu were being caused by this metal tube.

By the time she reached the desk she was so engrossed in the mystery that she didn't even notice her boyfriend of 3 years approaching her with an inquisitive face.

Reaching out with her hand quickly, Y/N grabbed the object.
Before she could even register how familiar, how comforting, how right it felt to hold the weapon again, visions threw her head back and clouded her eyes as images swept through her mind.