Star Wars the Clone Wars: War Refugees

Alone

Obi-Wan's POV

Grievous hadn't questioned him when he had returned the night before. Instead he had disappeared, wheezing, half dragging his metal body into another room.

He must have ran into Anakin.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, thinking back on last night. He was trying not to worry, but it was growing more and more difficult not to.

Ignoring the ache in his wrists as he dangled above the ground. He blocked out the stinging in his sides from the electro shocks. Kenobi focused on the force, he was searching. What had happened? How was Anakin, and where was Ahsoka?

Ahsoka's POV

Ahsoka was drifting. Drifting through marvelous light and warmth. Soft voices, some she knew, some she didn't, beckoned her.

"Join us in serenity. Join us in peace!"

Relieved, she followed, wanting nothing more than the peace that waited. But something pulled her back.

"Ahsoka!"

Different voices. She heard new voices all around her shouting, whispering.

"Ahsoka!" They called. "Where are you? Are you alright?"

They sounded like her Masters. But she couldn't be sure.

"Ahsoka! Where are you going?"

Faint recognition overcame her, and she was jolted back from the lights of peace.

Another voice. One she knew well. "Don't leave me." It begged. "Not you too."

But how? She wanted to call back. How do I come back?

A soft presence filled her, one she had only felt once before. The feminine voice filled her mind. Calling, commanding and powerful.

"Wake."

Blue. Ahsoka gazed up at the blue above her. A piece of the sky peeking through the ground. Her mind spun. Through the ground?

Blinking back disorientation and blurry vision, Ahsoka looked around. Above her about 30 feet up was the ground, with the sky shinning through a hole right above her.

She realized she was laying sprawled on her back, and tried to sit up. Ahsoka regretted it immediately. All the muscles in her back screamed at her, making her gasp and lay back down, where she fell back into numbness.

Ahsoka blinked in confusion, where was she? She remembered falling. Oh she had been falling, fear had greeted her. Fear had embraced her. She remembered throwing out her hands, trying to stop. Terrified of death. Terrified of hitting the ground, and then.....nothing.

Ahsoka let out a slow breath. So....she had fallen through the ground. But how was she alive?

She twisted her head to the side to look around, but a terrible stab of pain distracted her.....her hand. Fearfully, she slowly lifted her left arm.

Ahsoka let out a shocked gasp. Her arm was dripping with blood that seeped from a huge gash on her shoulder.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was her hand. The twisted like claw of a thing. Her were fingers bent in multiple different ways, turning strange gray colors.