Redemption: A Star Wars Story

The White Hood

The temple was grand, she remembered that much. It had halls of cold stone with endless round pillars holding up the ceiling, on which held carvings of the tales of the lost Jedi. She remembered training here, nearly thirty years ago now. Her master had taught her the ways of the Force, sometimes in more unconventional ways than others. The Council weren't always comfortable with it, but he was.
She walked through the ruins of the old temple, pillars had fallen to the ground, stormtrooper and rebel soldiers skeletons littered the floor. The New Republic hadn't even bothered to clean it up, there was still so much more to do. It had been one of the last Imperial Strongholds, which is why it hadn't been taken down till three years ago, but she remembered what it was originally.
She tried not to get wrapped up in her own nostalgic thoughts, she had a mission to complete. Go to the temple, infiltrate to the lower levels, where the remains of the Sith Temple stood, and take a very unusual object from the belly of the temple. She found it hard not to be sentimental though, she remembered playing in these halls with her fellow padawans.
It saddened her to think that they were all gone now, but when Order 66 had been given, there was nothing she could've done to save them from the chaos of the Clones blaster fire. She had escaped, although narrowly, with her life. As she made her way back down the lower levels of the temple, through the hidden passage ways and the security systems, the coldness in her heart began to grow.
The Dark Side of the Force was strong down here, and she wasn't sure she liked it. She felt it tugging at her fear, her anger and her hatred. For a moment, although briefly, but a moment nonetheless, it felt good. She could feel it's power beginning to flow through her with more rhythm. The deeper she got, the more jagged the building became. It became hotter, much hotter, her red skin began to sweat. The smooth stone walls became jagged and sharp.
Eventually, she got to an opening in the stone, she had to pull back her hood, and when she did, all the negative emotions that were swarming her mind faded away. She was stronger than fear, she was stronger than the Dark Side.

She was Ahsoka Tano, wielder of the Force, former Jedi to the Order, and she had her mission.

She removed her white robes, her body could hardly take the heat. Her two lightsabers hung from her belt, her Lekku down over her shoulders. The corridor, which had now expanded into a large cavern, showed no sign of ending soon, but there was a lava river flowing across the cavern ground, which she attempted to jump across, but an invisible barrier almost knocked her into the molten stream.
When she hit back on the ground, a voice played in her mind. "You have no business here, Jedi." The voice was high pitched and raspy. It sounded old, whoever was speaking to her had died long ago. "I am no Jedi," she replied back, looking around the tavern. "Nor are you of the Sith." Ahsoka saw a figure form over the lava river, it was no more than a silhouette.
"Who are you?" She demanded, igniting her white lightsabers. "That is not the question you should be asking, Ahsoka Tano." Her name caught her off guard, how did he know who she was? "You know me?" The figure stood on the edge of the river, right in front of her. "I am one with the Dark Side, it grants me the knowledge of all who seek what lies in the belly of this temple."
"You think you can stop me?"
"Again, that is the wrong question."
"Then what is the right one?" The figure stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke. "The question, my Young Ahsoka, is why?" Ahsoka raised her eyebrow. "Why should you bother to help rebuild the Republic when it will all inevitably come crashing down again?" A pit formed in her stomach, "how do you know that's going to happen? This is nothing more than a Sith trick."
"Oh, but I'm afraid it's not. Do you want to know what I see?" Ahsoka stayed silent. "I see a girl standing on a snowy forest, holding your former masters lightsaber, and against her stands his descendent, holding an unstable blade, much like his own mind."
"How can you see the future?" Ahsoka asked, growing more curious now than angry, "and why are you telling me this?" The figure floated down to the ground, right in front of her. She stepped back apprehensively, still unsure of what to make of the figure in front of her. "Because you are our best hope of defeating the darkness that is to come." This only confused her more.
"Isn't the darkness, like, the Sith's thing?"
"It was, but since my death I have had a revelation. Although the Sith harness the Dark Side, it is not our place to control it, as many have tried to in the past."
"What's your name?"
There was silence for a moment, then the shadowy figure finally spoke.

"Malek."

This shocked Ahsoka, she had heard the stories of Darth Malek in the Jedi Temple, an ancient Dark Lord from the days of the Sith Empire. Close friends with Darth Revan, and now he was helping her stop the very power he once worshipped in order the save the galaxy from another era of darkness.

The silhouette outstretched his arm towards the lava river, opening his hand. The river separated, leaving a narrow passageway across to the other side. "The relic you seek is still protected with traps I cannot undo, but I can lead you across the tavern. Go, and don't stop, even if your life depends on it."
Ahsoka made her way across the lava river, climbing up onto the other bank before looking back to see that the Silhouette had gone, vanishing into thin air. "Thank you," she said, before turning to run deeper into the darkness of the cavern.