Today I kept myself going through the asperusualhideous day by amusing myself with thoughts of Asajj and Space!Marks and Spencer Ahsoka knickers.
I can think of only one reason for there to be such a painful absence of girl-friendly Star Wars merchandise: it’s a Separatist conspiracy. Obviously. They will wear us down through disappointed and righteous annoyance. Slowly. It’s working.
Asajj supports Master Dooku in this entirely until one day the lack of fun underwears sends her over the edge, and she goes rogue.
Years later in those early days of the Rebellion and as they grow into their awkward alliance, Ahsoka spots Asajj’s laundry: a line of Ahsoka themed knickers, one for every day of the week. Some of them so overwashed and worn that they’re practically sheer. The elastic fraying on others.
(They discontinued that particular line after the embarrassing incident where Ahsoka was booted out of the order.)
(It’s ok, Asajj bought up stock and has like four unopened packs in storage.)
(They’re in the crate with a dozen packs of Obi-Wan socks.)
(Some of them are seasonally themed)
Ahsoka tries to back out of the utility room before she’s spotted. But it’s too late.
Asajj. Says. Nothing.
Asajj in sensible wednesday Ahsoka knickers under renegade-Sith bounty hunter outfit.