Chapter 20: Ahsoka's Truth
POV: Oliver
Oliver wakes to the sound of celebration—voices raised in joy rather than fear, children laughing without looking over their shoulders, the general cacophony of a population rediscovering hope. Through the window of the civilian home where he's been recovering, he can see Calodan's streets filled with people who no longer move like beaten animals.
[MP: 50/106]
[HP: 200/230]
[SYSTEM STATUS: REGENERATING]
[NEURAL STRAIN: MODERATE AND DECLINING]
But it's not the celebration that draws his attention. It's the presence he can feel at the edge of his enhanced awareness—ancient, powerful, carrying the weight of decades spent walking between light and shadow.
Ahsoka Tano is waiting for him.
Cara sits beside his bed, her rifle disassembled for cleaning but her posture alert. When she sees him stir, her expression shifts from concern to relief.
"About time," she says. "You've been out for six hours. We won, by the way. Ahsoka beat Elsbeth. Din got his beskar spear. And you nearly gave yourself a neural aneurysm trying to save his life."
Oliver attempts to sit up and immediately regrets the decision. His head feels like someone has been using it for blaster target practice, and his enhanced nervous system sends waves of discomfort through pathways still recovering from massive overload.
"Is Grogu okay?" he asks, the question emerging before conscious thought.
"He's fine. Ahsoka wants to talk to him." Cara's expression grows more serious. "And you."
Oliver's stomach clenches. The conversation he's been dreading since first glimpsing Ahsoka in the forest is finally upon them.
POV: Ahsoka Tano
The forest clearing where Ahsoka waits has begun to change. In the hours since Elsbeth's defeat, signs of returning life have started to appear—tiny shoots of green pushing through scorched earth, insects emerging from hidden refuges, the first tentative stirrings of an ecosystem preparing to reclaim what was stolen from it.
Oliver's presence accelerates the process in ways he doesn't consciously recognize. His enhanced biology creates resonance patterns that encourage growth, healing, renewal. Where he walks, the forest remembers what it once was.
"Fascinating," Ahsoka thinks as she watches him approach with the others. "He's not manipulating the environment deliberately. He's simply existing in harmony with it."
Through the Force, she can sense the fracture in his consciousness—not darkness, but wrongness. As if someone has taken fragments of different souls and attempted to forge them into a single being. The result is functional but unstable, powerful but dangerous.
Grogu reaches toward Oliver with obvious affection, and Ahsoka watches their interaction with growing understanding. The child's attachment isn't just to Din—it extends to this broken, artificial being who somehow radiates genuine care despite his fragmented nature.
"Your presence accelerates his growth," she observes as Oliver settles beside Grogu's floating pram. "He feeds on your emotional stability, finds comfort in your fracture because it mirrors his own trauma."
Oliver's expression shifts to alarm. "I'm not hurting him, am I?"
"No. You're helping him heal. But at what cost to yourself?"
POV: Oliver
Ahsoka kneels before Grogu with the fluid grace of someone who's spent decades in meditation and combat. When she places her hands near the child's head, Oliver's system immediately begins to fluctuate—not painful this time, but deeply unsettling.
[FORCE INTERACTION DETECTED]
[SYSTEM INTERFERENCE: MODERATE]
[NEURAL PATTERNS: FLUCTUATING]
Through the connection, Oliver catches glimpses of what Ahsoka perceives—not images, exactly, but emotional resonances that speak of terrible loss and desperate survival. A temple in flames. Children screaming. Clone troopers who were friends and protectors becoming executioners without warning.
When Ahsoka opens her eyes, they shine with unshed tears.
"His name is Grogu," she says softly. "He was a youngling at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant during the Clone Wars. He survived Order 66 when the clones turned on the Jedi. Someone hid him, and his memory of that time is... fractured."
Din's helmet turns toward the child with obvious affection. "Will you train him?"
Ahsoka shakes her head slowly. "His attachment to you is too strong, Mandalorian. To both of you." Her gaze flicks to Oliver. "Especially you. Through the Force, I see his connection to you—it's not parental love alone. He senses your fracture and it comforts him. Two broken things, healing together."
Oliver's throat tightens. "I don't want to hurt him."
"Then don't leave him," Ahsoka says simply. "His path isn't with the Jedi. It's with his clan."
POV: Din Djarin
Din processes Ahsoka's words with the methodical analysis that military service teaches. Grogu isn't just powerful—he's traumatized, seeking stability in relationships rather than mystical training.
"Like me," Din realizes. "Like all of us."
"If not training," Din asks, "then what? He needs guidance with his abilities."
Ahsoka stands, her lightsabers remaining deactivated but her presence still radiating controlled power. "There's a planet called Tython. An ancient Jedi temple with a seeing stone. If Grogu meditates there, any Jedi remaining in the galaxy might sense him and come."
The plan has merit, but Din can sense the reluctance in Ahsoka's voice—as if she's offering a solution she doesn't entirely believe in.
"And if no one comes?" Cara asks pragmatically.
"Then you raise him as your own," Ahsoka replies. "The galaxy has room for more than one kind of strength."
But her attention has already shifted to Oliver, who sits quietly beside Grogu's pram with an expression of growing dread.
POV: Ahsoka Tano
"Now you," Ahsoka says to Oliver. "Sit."
She begins to circle him with the predatory grace of someone accustomed to evaluating threats. But this isn't a combat assessment—it's something deeper, more invasive.
"You're not Force-sensitive," she observes, extending her awareness toward his fractured consciousness. "But you're connected to life in a way I've never encountered. It's technological. Biological. Wrong, yet not touched by the dark side."
Oliver sits perfectly still as she probes the edges of his artificial enhancement, his system screaming warnings that he steadfastly ignores.
[FORCE INTERACTION: INTENSIVE]
[SYSTEM INSTABILITY: INCREASING]
[WARNING: NEURAL MATRIX UNDER EXAMINATION]
Ahsoka's hand hovers near his head, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat of his enhanced biology.
"There's someone else in there," she says with growing certainty. "Not possession—the consciousness is genuinely yours. More like... an echo where someone used to be. As if two souls occupied the same space and one was carefully extracted."
Tears form in Oliver's eyes as the truth he's been avoiding crystallizes into words.
"I don't remember who I was before," he whispers. "I woke up in a dead man's body with his sins and his enemies. Everything I know about myself started three months ago."
Ahsoka's expression softens. Through the Force, she can sense his genuine anguish—not the calculated deception of someone hiding crimes, but the desperate confusion of someone trying to forge identity from fragments.
"The Force shows me your heart," she says gently. "Whatever you were, you're trying to be good now. That's what matters."
"But the fracture in you will attract attention," she doesn't say aloud. "Not all of it benevolent."
POV: Oliver
As they prepare to leave Corvus, Ahsoka pulls Oliver aside one final time. In her hand, she holds something small and smooth—a carved stone that seems to pulse with its own inner light.
"The planet is healing because you were here," she says, pressing the stone into his palm. "Your presence accelerated the forest's regrowth without you knowing. You're not a weapon. You're a gardener with very sharp tools."
The words hit Oliver like a physical blow. In all his months of wondering what he is, he's never considered that simple truth: he makes things grow. He encourages life. He chooses creation over destruction at every opportunity.
"A gardener," he thinks, turning the concept over in his mind. "Not a monster wearing a dead man's face. A gardener who happens to have extraordinary tools."
"When the Jedi come to Tython," Ahsoka continues, "be honest with them. Secrets fester, especially secrets about identity and power."
Oliver nods, clutching the carved stone like an anchor point in a universe gone mad.
[CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MILESTONE]
[+1,100 XP FROM PERSONAL GROWTH]
[TOTAL: 11,000/15,000 TOWARD LEVEL 5]
[SYSTEM ENHANCEMENT: PASSIVE MP REGENERATION +10% IN NATURAL ENVIRONMENTS]
As they board the Razor Crest and prepare for hyperspace, Oliver watches Corvus shrink in the main viewport. Already, he can see patches of green beginning to spread across the planet's wounded surface—life asserting itself against the forces that tried to suppress it.
"You okay?" Cara asks, settling beside him in the cargo hold.
Oliver studies the carved stone Ahsoka gave him, feeling its weight both physical and metaphorical.
"She said I'm a gardener," he tells Cara. "Never thought of it that way."
"Better than being a weapon," Cara observes.
"Yeah," Oliver agrees, feeling something like peace settle over him for the first time since his resurrection. "Better than that."
In the cockpit, Din charts their course for Tython while Grogu plays with his sphere, blissfully unaware of the dangers approaching. Oliver's datapad remains silent—no new messages from the Syndicate, no encrypted threats or promises.
But Ahsoka's words echo in his mind: The fracture in you will attract attention.
"Let them come," Oliver thinks, watching the stars stretch into hyperspace lines. "I know who I am now. I'm a gardener. And gardeners know how to tend growing things—including the people they love."
For the first time since waking up in the sand of Arvala-7, that feels like enough.
+1 CHAPTER AFTER EVERY 3 REVIEWS
MORE POWER STONES == MORE CHAPTERS
To supporting Me in Pateron .
Love [ The Mandalorian and the Transmigrator ]? Unlock More Chapters and Support the Story!
Dive deeper into the world of [ The Mandalorian and the Transmigrator ] with exclusive access to 25+ chapters on my Patreon, you get more chapters if you ask for more (in few days), plus new fanfic every week! Your support starting at just $5/month helps me keep crafting the stories you love across epic universes like [ Game Of Throne ,MCU and Arrowverse, Breaking Bad , The Walking dead ,The Hobbit,Wednesday].
By joining, you're not just getting more chapters—you're helping me bring new worlds, twists, and adventures to life. Every pledge makes a huge difference!
👉 Join now at patreon.com/TheFinex5 and start reading today!