Stranger UNDER EDITING

Tool

A/N: if you want to be a character in the book please comment your characters; name, species, preferred career or a role, character trait (personality).

Can't promise it would be a huge role but I want to give back to y'all for staying patient with me ❤️ also agin if you want to be in a funny bonus chapter just comment something funny lol.

Love y'all on with the story.

After I showed Roux our new friend I hope where everything is, I brought her to our sleeping quarters. Me and Barrack talked about the night, and tried to include her in the conversation.

It was like for a second we weren't objects, and we talked about normal things. The few happy memories we have.  The memory's we grip on to, to remind ourselves that we are people, not tools.

"And the whole chief  council gave us a lecture after me we crashed the speeder into the town council building." 

I leaned down laughing, as we sat genie style on the floor. I tweaked and story of me Anakin having a crash landing on to the run way of the temple. But if course the wouldn't know it's half a lie.

Barrack laughed harder than I did, and Roux let out a smile. All though her head seemed to be somewhere else.

"So what tribe are you from." I asked Roux knowing we are from the same planet.

"I don't really remember I was token we I was young."  She said plainly.

Yet it didn't add up to me, but I didn't push it further.

We talked till the rest of the workers re turned to the quarter. I made a mental note to try to get close to some of them.  Roux took the too bunk across from me, and Barrack was below me.

I as I laid down all I could think about was my quarters on the Mother ship, with the 501st and Anakin. I knew I had to let go of that attachment, but my heart still ached for them.

I went to sleep knowing that I would need my strength, trying not to let my mind wander.

I looked at my hands.

For some reason it surprise me to see how rough they were. The blistering from my sabers, and calluses from using them, and combat. Then I saw a burn mark remembering when I got it.

Anakin was teaching me how to fix the engine, I was working to get my mechanics bead in my padawan braid.

I may not be a slave, but I am not stranger to work.

But there was a voice of doubt in the back of my head.

'What makes you so different to them?'

'Aren't you a slave too?'

'No.'

'Did you chose to fight this war?'

'That means nothing.' 

'Aren't you just a tool?'

'No I'm not.'   I will not be shaken.

'Oh, but you are Ahsoka.'   The voice laughed.

'Stop.'  

'And tool for them to use, the throughout whenever they'd like.'

'That's not true.'

"Really?'

'Yes.'

'Then why are you in this mission?'

'...'

'Because you are disposable Ahsoka.'

'LIES.'  I was now trapped in darkness, and red smoke floated towards me as if it was trying to reach me. Trap me.

'The council gave me this mission because they trust me.'

'But Anakin didn't.' 

'Shut up.'  I know recognized the voice...

It was mine.

'He knew they were throwing you away.'

'Shut...the fuck up.'

'I'm right though, and you know it. They bid you farewell, cause the truth Ahsoka is that this is it. This is the last chapter.'

'No... No, it's not.'

'Open your eyes!'  The voice appeared. It was but not, she had cat like eyes and glow the strongest orange. Her lekku were red instead of blue.

It wasn't me, it can't be.

It was the dark side.

What I could be.

'I SAID SHUT UP!'

"YOU BLIND LOYALTY IS WHY YOU WILL DIE AHSOKA YOU ARE JUST A TOOL A DOG!'

'NOOOOO!'

'GET OUT OF MY HEADDDDDDD.'

The emotions were overwhelming.

I was fighting for control, when ever part of me wanted to give in.

Then she was gone, and so was the smoke.

And I was left alone in the darkness of my head.

There was a crack in my image of the world.

And it was close to crashing down.