Summary:

Falling. That rushing, stomach-lurching scramble for solid ground that just wasn’t there. It awakened terror in even those trained in the mysteries of the Force as Ahsoka Tano had been trained, up until a year and a half ago.

A backbreaking impact, slamming her conscious self back into her body as though from a great height. Head trauma, the voice of long experience whispered. A sub-concussive blow. But even without using the Force to confirm it, Ahsoka had been hit on the head enough times in the last four years to know that wasn’t the whole story.

One minute Ahsoka is on the ship loaned to her by the Fardi clan while she plans out her next move for Raada, and the next she's waking up in her seventeen-year-old body on the bridge of the Jedi cruiser Tribunal. She's not entirely convinced this is real, but with less than three days left before Order 66, pondering the massive implications of time travel doesn't really work with her schedule. So she'll push down her trauma (very healthy), scrape up some allies (while avoiding a couple more), and seize this chance with both hands. Hell, if the Force is with her, she might even manage to save the galaxy while she's at it.