𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗝𝗘𝗗𝗜

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥

Yay, another update. All updates concerning breaks, small pauses, and what might come next is in my randomness book thing because sometimes I might not have a chapter ready and I don't want to put many author's notes into my stories.

I forgot to say this: while Ahsoka is with the Seppies, she wears a plain light grey shirt and pants with grey toms (I'm obsessed with toms, okay? They're so comfortable and I have marvel and Star Wars ones that I love) and her arm that is gone (her left one) just has a piece of cloth on it.

I'm not very proud of this chapter, but YEAH I GOT TO 1K WORDS FOR THIS, YEAHHHHHH

This takes place right before season 6, which got pushed back a little.

Ahsoka sighed as the droid came in, delivering her food. It was like this everyday for breakfast and dinner. She still wasn't used to having no lunch. Today, she was receiving a ration bar and a cup of water, again. She had this meal every single day for about three months.

At least, that's what Ahsoka believed. She spent about a month healing, according to one of Dooku's few visits, much to her surprise, and she'd been trapped in her cell for about one month. She tried to keep track, but it was hard, especially when you only had one arm to do things. She assumed that the Jedi were looking for her, too. She wouldn't be here for long.

Today felt like a good day, somehow. Ahsoka reached forward with her right hand, and grabbed the tray of food. She looked up at the droid. It was about to close the door. She quickly bounced up, off the floor, and hit the droid over the head with the tray, slightly off-balance. No matter what, she'd never get used to her loss of her left arm. When she found out, she hid her emotions about it. She couldn't let the Separatists know what she was feeling.

The tray broke in half, as expected, and the droid immediately fell over, its head bent at an awkward angle.

"Sorry, but I need to get out of here." Ahsoka shrugged, before running away with one half of the broken tray.

...

Plo Koon had nearly forgotten that Ahsoka was gone until he was walking to her room to wish her a happy birthday. That was until he realized she was dead.

Plo sighed. He always forgot. Some days, he would believe that she was having fun playing pranks with her Master for hours, being confused as to why he hadn't walked into his bedroom, glitter everywhere yet, before realizing that his daughter was dead.

...

Ahsoka closed her eyes before bursting into the control room. She used her right hand to use the Force and push the droids up against the wall. Surprisingly, they all died immediately. Their armor must not be any good.

Ahsoka rushed up to the control panel. She wished she had her left arm. That would make everything so much easier, but she tried not to focus on that. She had bigger problems to worry about, like getting away from this kriffing place.

Her fingers slid over the buttons, trying to figure out how long she'd be there, and how to get a signal out to the Republic. Maybe if she looked at her file here, which most certainly existed, she'd be able to get all her questions answered. The screen lit up when it got to her profile there, as if it might have alerted someone to what she was doing. Inside her file, it listed all her successes and failures. It listed her strengths and weaknesses. It hurt to see all her faults laid out like that, but she knew they were all right. Ryloth was horrible. She could be impulsive at times. Somehow, it also knew about Mortis.

Ahsoka let out a small squeak when she saw what her status was, according to the Republic. They believed she was dead. That wasn't even the worst part. Right below that, it said how long they believed her to be dead. That actually made Ahsoka fall to her knees. She had been missing for three months. No one had come for her, because they thought she was dead. The worst part was that they didn't even try to find her body. The Separatists faked her death, for something. What did they want?

Ahsoka flinched when she heard an unfamiliar voice coming from behind her. She spun around, in a haze, and saw Count Dooku.

"Hello, Padawan." He snarled.

Ahsoka got up from the floor. "You—you faked my death, and took away my life." Her voice raised as she went on. "What do you even want from me?"

Dooku smirked. "Nothing that is in my control, yet."

Ahsoka took a step back. "No, I won't let you."

"I think you will." Dooku said menacingly. "You don't even have your left arm."

"I won't let that stop me from escaping." Ahsoka growled.

Count Dooku laughed. "You will, whether you like it or not. You should thank me for saving your life. My Master ordered me to kill you, but I decided that you could be used for other purposes."

Ahsoka had to admit, that did send a shiver down her spine. "I'd rather end your evil empire of injustice."

"You won't." Dooku reached his hand out, and Ahsoka could feel her throat closing up. The Sith Lord was choking her. Her hand shot up to her throat, trying to claw the invisible force away from her. She resisted the urge to close her eyes as hard as she could, but the more she became lightheaded, the more she felt that urge. Eventually, she couldn't fight anymore. She let herself go limp, then she passed out.

...

"The Council wants what?" Anakin yelled at Obi-Wan.

"They want you to go to Ringo Vinda with the 501st to help with the war effort." Obi-Wan replied.

"Ahsoka only just died though!" Anakin argued very angrily.

Obi-Wan sighed. "It's been three months."

"Well, it's also Ahsoka's birthday. The Council just decides to give me a new assignment right on Ahsoka's birthday?" Anakin threw something at the wall, he didn't know what it was, but it shattered upon impact. "You can't tell me that was a coincidence."

Obi-Wan walked over and began to clean up the object that Anakin threw. "Ahsoka may be gone, but we are still in the middle of a war."

"You lost a friend, I lost a sister!" Anakin yelled maybe a bit too loudly.

"I didn't lose a friend, I lost a daughter!" Obi-Wan actually raised his voice.

Anakin took a step back, too surprised to move. After a few moments of awkward silence, he walked up to Obi-Wan, and gave him a hug. His former Master looked surprised for a second, and had a good reason too, but eventually they both hugged each other, acknowledging that they both lost someone, and that their pain was equal. They were just two brothers mourning a lost family member, and that was enough. 

See, it's 1k words of trash.

Not really sure what to say now. Ummm...thanks for this being #21 in Ahsoka. That's cool

Have a good day/night or time on an alien planet.