Caught In Between

Chapter Six

It sat in gleaming brilliance, the Stormspike was the greatest ship Ahsoka had ever seen on Tatooine. She leaned against the ramp and admired how pristine it was, especially for a ship piloted by Anakin.

As Anakin pushed the last of the supplies onto the ship, he crossed his arms and smirked. "What? Never seen a star ship before?"

"Please, I've seen millions of star ships, I've just never seen one this nice that was piloted by you," she replied with a smile.

"Ah, you see, I have an explanation for that," he said as he walked up the ramp.

Ahsoka followed him. "And that is?"

"I've never flown this ship before."

"Ah, so that's why there's no blaster burns and why it's not falling apart at the seams," Ahsoka chuckled.

"Laugh all you want, but it only means that getting off this hunk of rock will be all the more easier." Anakin sat in his proper place as the pilot of the ship, but looked at the controls with confusion and nervousness.

As Ahsoka sat in the co-pilot's seat, she cocked her head and furrowed her brow. "Something wrong?"

He chuckled nervously. "Psshh, no, of course not! Why-why would there be something wrong?"

"Because you have that look like we're going to die when you start this thing up."

He raised an eyebrow. "There's a look?"

"You can't miss it." She winked. "So, what's the problem. Skyguy?"

Anakin took a deep breath. "There's no problem."

She scoffed. "Really."

"Yeah, of course not. You're in good hands, Snips."

"Why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me?"

Anakin started up the engines of the Stormspike. "Well, there is the fact that I haven't flown a star ship since I was nine-"

"What!?"

"But, other than that," he cracked his knuckles, "this should be a piece of cake."

"Says the guy who couldn't lift a rock!"

"Hey, piloting a ship is way easier than moving a rock with the force! Now, enough stalling!" He grinned as he pulled up on the stick. "Here's where the fun begins!"

"Oh, I hate it when you say that!"

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"How's it looking, Artoo?" Ahsoka could hear Anakin talking to the astromech droid in the real world. Artoo beeped and whistled in responce.

"Ahsoka," It was still Anakin's voice, but it was older...darker. "Ahsoka!"

Ahsoka's eyes shot open. A red haze clouded her vision, and fire burned hot against her skin. She shot up, her hands going to the empty place her lightsabers should be. She heard Anakin chuckle. She spun around to find the Dark Anakin from her vision. He dangled her lightsabers at her tauntingly. "Looking for these?"

Ahsoka put her hands up in a fighting stance. "What do you want?"

He gestured to her fists. "Do you really think those will defend you...against me?"

"I see your ego hasn't changed much," Ahsoka retorted.

His dark force yellow eyes pierced through her soul. "Now, is that anyway to treat your Master?"

"Former Master, if you don't mind."

"You foolish child!" He yelled. "Don't you understand? I only want to better your understanding of the force. I want to show you the endless possibilities...if only you weren't so stubborn."