The monastery rumbled as it took fire from the outside, dust and rubble fell from the roof onto the heads of numerous clones who stood with their blasters at the ready—though many of them were even too injured to stand. Most of the medics were dead and the rest were spread too far out amongst the remaining men. Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and his new Padawan Apprentice Ahsoka Tano stood in the corner with Clone Captain Rex as they discussed the severity of their situation.
"It's not looking good General," Rex said as he held his helmet under his arm. Normally when he said those words there was a slight smirk to his mouth as he expected to turn the tide at the last moment, but the smirk wasn't there. In the situation they were in right now—trapped in a monastery with overwhelming numbers outside and no way of knowing if reinforcements are coming—things were not looking good.
"Give it to me straight Rex, how are we looking?" Anakin asked, his arms crossed and leaning against one of the many stone pillars of the grand chamber.
"We are down to emergency supplies, all of our heavy weapons are either broken or very low on power packs. On top of that about a quarter of our men are too injured to fight with another quarter only barely able to hold their rifles at the entrance," he said gravely, he then turned towards the entrance. "Luckily this monastery is built out of an ultra dense stone that seems to dissipate most plasma based weapons, they'll need to bring up some heavy artillery and clear the area before they can truly start breaking through."
"Silver lining I guess," Anakin said with a raised brow, before he rubbed his face. "Do we have any supplies left to trap the entrance?" He knew the likely answer, but still felt the need to ask.
Rex shook his head. "Sorry General, It took a lot of our explosives to cover our retreat, we have barely anything left."
Anakin sighed. "I suppose we'll just have to make do, we've been in tighter spots than this."
"What!" Ahsoka said incredulously from her knees as she was currently tending to Rotta; the baby hutt was still very sick and without access to a proper medical droid or facility it was only getting worse. "Tighter spots than this?! We are all literally about to die, and we are going to be blamed for the death of Jabba's son which will in turn lead to the republic fighting a war on two fronts. How have you been in a tighter spots!?"
Anakin stood there in slight speechlessness for a moment. Rex however managed to crack a smile at that. "She's got you there General."
Anakin pushed off there pillar. "Listen here Snips, I've been in much worse spots than I am now. This is a walk in the park compared to what happened on Jabiim," he said in a way that came off a little childishly.
Ahsoka shot to her feet, her face quivering with indignation as she glared at Anakin, her hands clenched into fists. "Oh, so what's your oh-so-amazing plan then, Master? Enlighten me, because I'm dying to hear how we're getting out of this!"
Anakin's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and annoyance as he leaned forward, hands braced on his hips. "I'm working on it, Snips! Give me a damn second to think!"
Ahsoka crossed her arms, her lekku twitching as she knelt back down beside Rotta, the baby Hutt's slimy body trembling in the makeshift cradle of vines and crates. She checked his vitals again, her scanner beeping ominously. "Well come up with it fast, he's not doing well, Master. He needs medical attention soon, or he won't make it."
Anakin frowned, his gaze flicking to the Huttlet with a coldness that belied his role as protector. In truth, he wouldn't care if the little creature died—part of him wanted it, wanted to see Jabba the Hutt writhe in agony, to watch the slaver's empire crumble under the weight of personal loss. Jabba deserved every ounce of pain for the lives he'd chained, the misery he'd sown across the Outer Rim. But Anakin wasn't foolish; he saw the bigger picture, the catastrophic ripple of Rotta's death. The Republic would face a war on two fronts and the fragile hope of a treaty would burn to ash.
"R2," he called. "You finished mapping this place yet?"
R2-D2 rolled forward, his dome swiveling as he chirped an affirmative beep, a panel on his chassis sliding open to project a 3D holographic map of the monastery. The flickering blue schematic spun slowly, detailing stone corridors, hidden alcoves, and the chamber they now occupied. Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex gathered around, Ahsoka's finger jabbed at a lower section of the map, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "There! A landing platform near the bottom, carved into the cliffside."
Anakin snorted, his arms crossing again as he leaned closer to the projection. "Yeah, with no ship, Snips. It's a platform to nowhere."
"But it's still an escape," she countered, her brow ridges rising in challenge. "Even if we have to scale down the side of the mountain, we can disappear into the forest below. Hide, regroup, maybe find a way to signal for extraction."
"I don't see how that'll help," Anakin said flatly, his tone edged with impatience as he gestured to the map. "We're surrounded, outgunned, and carrying a sick Huttlet. They'll eventually run us down there."
Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. "Have you got a better idea?"
Anakin frowned, his lips parting to retort, but he caught himself and nodded grudgingly. "Fine. We'll make it work." He turned to Rex, pointing at a narrow corridor branching off the monastery's lower levels. "Move the men here, set up a choke point. It's tight enough to funnel the droids, and those overhangs will give you cover from any heavy weaponry they bring up. Barricade it with whatever we've got—crates, debris, anything."
Rex nodded, slipping his helmet back on. "Yes, sir. I'll get the boys positioned." He strode off, barking orders that echoed through the chamber, clones scrambling to obey despite their wounds, dragging crates and broken plastoid panels to form a makeshift barrier.
Anakin turned to Ahsoka, his expression hard. "Get ready, Snips. We move out in five."
Her lekku twitched as she stood, her voice low but urgent. "What about the others?"
He didn't say anything he just gave her a look, one that everything that she needed to hear.
Ahsoka's eyes widened, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper as she grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into his sleeve as he started to walk away. "We can't leave them! They'll be slaughtered!"
"I know!" Anakin snapped, whipping around so fast she nearly stumbled. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close, his face inches from hers as he dragged her off to the side, away from the clones' ears. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "Listen closely, Snips, because whatever fantasies you heard about war, they're wrong. The only thing you need to know is that we're all expendable—me, you, the clones. This is a war for freedom, and the best you can hope for is that when you die, you make a little difference. Those men out there? They know it. That's why they'll lay down their lives for this mission without blinking."
He released her, his gloved hand lingering a moment before dropping. "Get ready to move out."
Ahsoka stood frozen, trembling with a storm of rage, fear, frustration, and sadness. Her fists clenched, her lekku quivering as tears pricked at her eyes, but she swallowed them down, her jaw tightening. She turned away, moving to gather her gear and check on Rotta, the weight of Anakin's words settling like a stone in her chest as the monastery shook under another barrage, the clones bracing for the inevitable breach.
Ahsoka knelt beside Rotta, as she gently adjusted the vines cradling the sick Huttlet. The monastery's stone walls shuddered with another distant explosion, dust sifting onto her body again, but her mind drifted inward, as everything she'd been through up until this point started crashing down on her. The war wasn't like anything she'd expected when she left the Temple. She'd imagined heroics, amazing victories, Jedi standing as beacons of hope against a tide of darkness just like her instructors had told her.
Instead, it was just messy, it was awful, it was scary, she had never been afraid of droids before but sometimes when she slept she had nightmares about them. She had thought that fighting would be an adventure, that she would get into some dangerous situations, but she would always find a way out. But so far she had seen so many people die, people she had joked around with, people she had eaten with. Sometimes she wouldn't even know they were gone, because there was nothing left of their bodies.
She remembered a late-night conversation with Aubrie, back when she returned to the temple from Jabiim Ahsoka had asked her about it, curious about the battle that had the whole galaxy talking about it. Aubrie's face had darkened when she had mentioned it and only told her one thing.
"Every time I fall asleep, I wake up back there, sometimes I wake up crying and have to remind myself it was only a dream. But sometimes, I start to worry this is the dream... that I never escaped that place."
Ahsoka had thought she was being dramatic, chalking it up to exhaustion or hyperbole. But now, crouched in this crumbling monastery, surrounded by wounded clones clutching rifles they could barely lift, she understood. Jabiim was whispered about in the Temple's halls as the worst battle of the war so far. If that was worse than this, where droids pressed in like an endless tide and the air reeked of death, Ahsoka couldn't fathom it. Her stomach twisted at the thought, her fingers tightening around Rotta's cradle as his weak gurgles pulled her back to the present.
She glanced at Anakin, his silhouette as he coordinated with Rex, pointing at the holographic map. His words about expendability echoed in her mind, cutting deeper than any lightsaber. The clones moved, dragging debris to reinforce the choke point, their wounds wrapped in bandages and bacta patches, none looked even the slightest bit scared. Ahsoka's chest ached with a mix of rage and sorrow—she wanted to scream, to demand they fight for their lives, not just the mission. But she knew Anakin was right; the war didn't care for sentiment. It demanded sacrifice, and they were all pieces on the board.
All she could do was hope...
Hope the distress signal reached someone, hope the monastery's walls held a little longer, hope Rotta's fever didn't claim him before they could escape. She brushed a hand over her lightsaber hilt, the cold metal hilt grounding her as she whispered to herself, "Things have to work out. They have to." But the words felt fragile against the Separatist assault outside.
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Jaden knelt in the engine room of Padmé's Naboo cruiser, the sterile tang of coolant stinging his nose as he ran another diagnostic on the hyperdrive. The datapad glowed green, reflecting in his eyes as he tapped through readouts. All systems normal. He tossed the pad onto a console with a clatter, sighing heavily. He'd come here to escape Padmé, to dodge the awkward tension that lingered after their kiss in the lounge. Though despite that he couldn't stop thinking about it. Her lips had been soft, warm, so sweet, her body pressed against him, her curves molding to his chest, hips cradling his in a way that made his cock stir even now, hours later.
'What was I thinking?' he thought, rubbing his face with both hands. Kissing her was a mistake, a betrayal of Aubrie and Zule waiting back on Coruscant. He'd have to tell them when he returned, confess the lapse and hope they'd forgive him. The guilt twisted his gut every time he thought a bout it. But a quieter part of him, whispered that it felt right. Her lips tasted of Toniray, her body soft where theirs were fir. The way she'd moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, had ignited a fire he couldn't douse, urging him to take more, to lose himself in her warmth and softness.
He shook his head, chiding himself. "Stay professional, Jaden. You're making her uncomfortable, staring like some smitten idiot." He glanced at the datapad's unchanging readouts, wishing for a malfunction to distract him. Force forbid there was something to fix right now. He considered activating C-3PO for company but dismissed it as awkward. If only he'd brought SD8 or one of the girls, they might've kept him from this blunder.
Deep down, though, he knew he'd do it again if given the chance. The thought tightened his chest, shame warring with longing as his cock twitched in his pants. He turned back to the console, forcing his focus to the shipa engines where he ran his fourth diagnostic.
...
Meanwhile on the upper deck, Padmé stood in her quarters, her breath uneven as she stared into a small mirror, her reflection framed by the durasteel walls. 'What's wrong with me?' she thought, unfastening her trousers with trembling hands. She couldn't believe she'd kissed Jaden, let alone let it escalate—his body pinning hers, mouth claiming hers with a hunger that set her skin ablaze. It was wrong, a lapse she couldn't afford as a senator. She slid her underwear down, a thin string of her pussy juices clinging to the fabric, glistening as it stretched and snapped, leaving her thighs slick with arousal.
"Gosh what is wrong with me?" she whispered again, grabbing a cloth to clean herself. Why did he affect her so much? It was just a kiss, but the memory of his hard shaft pressing against her slit through their clothes sent a shiver through her core, her clit throbbing with need. She panted, trying to focus—they'd arrive at Teth soon, she needed to change, to be Senator Amidala again.
She stripped off her trousers and underwear, standing naked, her breasts rising with each shaky breath, nipples hard in the cool air. She wiped at the juices coating her thighs and vagina, but the cloth grazed her swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her like a shockwave. "Ohhh..." she moaned, legs buckling as the sensation rippled, her pussy clenching and leaking more wetness. She tried again, desperate to clean up, but each stroke drew another moan, the cloth brushing her sensitive folds, igniting sparks that weakened her knees.
She stumbled back, falling against the wall, biting her hand to stifle the sounds. Her resolve crumbled, the cloth dropping as she gave in, fingers sliding to her clit, rubbing tight circles while her other hand dipped into her dripping slit, two fingers pumping inside. She imagined Jaden kissing her again, tearing her tunic away to free her breasts, his thick cock sliding out to penetrate her, thrusting deep into her wet pussy, stretching her as she cried his name. Her hips bucked against her hand, fingers plunging faster, her clit throbbing under her frantic touch.
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body arching as she squirted across the floor, a hot stream splashing the durasteel, her pussy pulsing with aftershocks that left her trembling. She collapsed to her ass, panting, shivers wracking her frame as the haze faded. Guilt surged, sharp and bitter. "I'm a Republic Senator, not some undercity whore," she scolded herself, cheeks burning as she grabbed a fresh cloth to clean the mess, wiping her thighs and the floor with shaking hands.
She dressed quickly, pulling on a clean shirt and pants, the fabric modest but clinging to her curves, her breasts and hips softly outlined. She pinned her hair up, steadying her breathing to recompose herself as Senator Amidala.
*ALARM*
The ship jolted, lurching out of hyperspace with a groan, alarms blaring through the quarters. Her heart raced, focus snapping back to the mission as she hurried toward the cockpit. She dashed down the corridor and nearly collided with Jaden emerging from the engine room. "Did something happen to the hyperdrive?" she asked with a little panic in her voice.
He shook his head. "Hyperdrive's fine. I checked, i think we've just arrived at Teth."
They hurried into the cockpit together and froze at the viewport. A massive space battle raged above the planet's swirling green atmosphere. Padmé pointed to a battered Venator-class cruiser under siege from three Separatist cruisers, their turbolasers pounding its shields. "That's the Resolute!"
She turned to Jaden, her eyes wide. "We have to do something, maybe we can help them hold off those ships!"
Jaden slid into the pilot's seat, his hands already gripping the controls. "No. We need to get to Anakin and the Huttlet, grab them, and get out. The mission dies if we don't and all of this was for nothing."
Padmé's fist clenched at her side, her instinct screaming to aid the Republic forces, but she knew he was right. The evidence meant nothing without Rotta alive. "Fine. Get us down there."
Jaden nodded and throttled forward. "Hold on. This is going to be a bumpy ride."
The Naboo cruiser surged into the fray, weaving through a storm of debris and stray bolts that rocked the hull. Fighters zipped past like angry insects, green plasma streaking the stars. A hail came through the comms, Admiral Yularen's face flickering on the holoscreen. "Unidentified Naboo vessel, this is Admiral Yularen of the Resolute. State your identity and intent."
"This is Senator Padmé Amidala," she replied quickly, leaning over Jaden's shoulder. "We're here to assist General Skywalker on the surface."
Yularen's eyes narrowed. "Senator, jump back to hyperspace immediately. It's too dangerous here the Separatists have us pinned—" A massive explosion tore across the Resolute's hull, the feed cutting to static as the Star Destroyer listed, flames venting into space.
Padmé gripped the console. "Jaden, we've got Separatist fighters on our tail, three Vultures closing fast!"
"Hold on," he said, slamming the throttle. The cruiser accelerated, engines roaring as Jaden banked hard left, dodging a barrage of red bolts that scorched the shields. He flipped the ship end over end, inverting to slide beneath a lumbering Separatist frigate, its underbelly cannons firing wildly but missing as he threaded through a narrow gap in its hull. Fighters pursued, their lasers grazing the hull and shaking the ship, sparks flying from a hit to the port stabilizer.
Jaden twisted the yoke, spiraling through a debris field from a destroyed gunship, the fragments pinging off the viewport like hail. He dove toward Teth's atmosphere, the planet's gravity pulling them in as two Vultures overshot, exploding against a drifting asteroid. The third latched on, its cannons pounding the rear shields until Jaden executed a Immelmann turn, looping back to face it head-on. He fired the cruiser's forward lasers, vaporizing the droid fighter in a fireball that lit the cockpit uop.
The ship plunged into Teth's atmosphere snd through the clouds, though Jaden almost lost control of the ship as he had to adjust for the damaged stabilisers. However both of them breathed a sigh of relief as they managed to get past the space battle; Jaden already locked onto the only republic signal coming from the planet and set a course.
Hopefully they'd made it in time.
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The monastery trembled with each impact from the bombardment outside. Dust rained down from the ceiling as stone cracked under the strain. Alarms howled through the corridors, their shrill tones echoing between the walls. Anakin sprinted ahead, his cloak whipping behind him, lights flickering red across his face. "Come on, Ahsoka!" he shouted over the distant thunder of cannon fire.
"I'm coming, Master!" she yelled back, clutching Rotta tightly to her chest. The tiny Huttlet whimpered, his small arms clinging to her tunic. "Hang on, stinky, we're almost out of here," she whispered, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
The ground rumbled again. Blaster fire echoed through the upper floors, followed by a shower of dust and smoke. "Master!" Ahsoka called. "They've broken through the upper level!"
"Then stop talking and let me get this door open!" Anakin barked, reaching the heavy durasteel blast door at the end of the hall.
R2-D2 rolled up beside him, chirping frantically. The little astromech extended a probe and jammed it into the control panel. Sparks flared as he worked. The droid's dome spun, his whistles rising in pitch.
"Come on, come on..." Anakin muttered. The door finally groaned and slid open, metal grinding against metal. Beyond it lay a platform bathed in the light of the sun.
Ahsoka stepped out beside him, holding Rotta close. "We made it," she breathed.
Anakin didn't answer. His gaze had shifted toward the horizon, where a dark shape was descending through the smoke. His stomach dropped as he saw a Separatist ship break through the clouds.
"That's a Separatist ship!" Ahsoka shouted.
Anakin's jaw tightened. His hand dropped to his lightsaber. "Yeah... I see it."
The hangar bay of the enemy craft opened, and three figures leapt down onto the platform in unison. Their boots hit the durasteel with a metallic thud.
Anakin's eyes narrowed. "Ventress," he practically growled.
She smiled like a wolf. "Skywalker. Hiding in a monastery like a frightened child, as if I could expect anything less. Now hand over the Huttlet, and I may let your death be quick."
Ahsoka stepped forward, her blade igniting with a snap-hiss. "You'll have to kill us first!"
Ventress laughed at the young Togruta. "How adorable. The little Padawan thinks she's a warrior. Kern. Ror. Deal with the child."
The two Zabrak warriors beside her ignited their sabers and moved in, smiles on their faces as they looked at the small Padawan.
Anakin didn't hesitate. "Ahsoka, run!" He charged in with his blue lightsaber clocked back. His boots pounded against the metal floor as he closed the distance. Kern stepped forward to meet him with his red saber angled towards his chest. Anakin struck first, his saber flashing upward in a heavy arc. Kern blocked, the impact sending both men sliding a few steps back from the force. Anakin followed immediately with a kick that caught Kern square in the chest. The man staggered but recovered, spinning his weapon into guard again.
Ror rushed in from the right. Anakin turned, their blades meeting with a crack. They locked for a brief moment before Anakin twisted, knocking Ror's weapon away and countering with a strike at his leg. Ror blocked at the last second and pushed back. Sparks burst between them. Ventress appeared at Anakin's flank, her twin sabers spinning in a circle before she struck. Anakin barely blocked the first two strikes and ducked under the third. Her knee came up, slamming into his ribs. He grunted and stumbled sideways, swinging his saber around in a block as she pressed the attack. Their blades clashed again and again in quick succession. The heat of their weapons burned against their faces.
Behind them, Ahsoka sprinted across the platform with Rotta cradled against her chest. She breathed hard, feeling every vibration of the battle through the vibrations in the air. Kern and Ror turned to pursue her, their red blades leaving glowing grooves on the ground as they ran.
Ahsoka stopped near the edge of the platform. Wind whipped her lekku. She drew her saber and stood ready to fight them. Kern and Ror spread out, surrounding her from two sides. Kern struck first. She ducked under the swing and countered with a quick cut toward his side. He blocked and stepped in closer. Ror came from behind, aiming for her shoulder. She spun, her blade flashing in a defensive arc that met his with a hiss.
She was then kicked backwards where she had to defend again. The pressure was relentless. Kern slashed high. Ror thrust low. Ahsoka moved constantly, shifting her footing, turning her body, trying to keep both opponents in her sight. Kern's strength forced her back, step by step. Their sabers locked and she could feel his power pushing down against hers. Her arms trembled with effort. Ror took advantage and kicked her hard in the ribs. She fell back, gasping for air.
The Zabrak chuckled as he watched her in pain. Kern lifted his hand. Ahsoka felt her throat tighten. Her feet lifted from the ground as the invisible pressure closed in. She clawed at her neck but the grip only tightened. Her saber slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Ror approached with a mocking smile.
"Pathetic," he said. He threw her into the wall with a violent motion. Her body hit hard and dropped. R2-D2 rolled forward fast. He fired a bolt of electricity straight into Ror's leg. The man screamed and stepped back, smoke rising from his armor. Kern released Ahsoka and turned, pushing his hand toward the droid. R2 flew across the room and hit the wall, sparks flying as he collapsed in a heap.
Ahsoka coughed and struggled to her knees. Pain filled her ribs and neck. She saw her saber a few feet away, when she looked up Kern and Ror were already closing in again. She crawled toward it, grabbed the hilt, and rose to her feet just in time to block Kern's next strike. The two blades met and locked again. She pushed forward, twisted her wrist, and broke free. She jumped, flipping over Ror, and slashed downward while in the air. Her blade grazed his arm. He hissed and stepped back clutching the wound.
She landed and shifted into stance again, breathing heavily. Her body hurt but she stood her ground and faced off against both of the Sith.
Across the platform, Anakin fought Ventress, their duel becoming increasingly aggressive. She jumped toward him with an overhead stroke, he parried, and countered with a backhand strike. She spun away and came at him again. The sound of their weapons striking echoed through the hangar. Anakin pushed forward with a powerful overhead swing that forced Ventress back. She blocked and turned, sliding across the floor. He followed with another strike, then another. She deflected each one but barely.
"You lost last time, Ventress," Anakin said through gritted teeth. "Don't you remember?" He then grabbed her hand and twisted throwing her against the wall. He then lunged forward and punched at her, though Ventress avoided it making his prosthetic hand crack the wall behind her.
"What makes you think it'll end any differently this time?" He asked before jumping forward and slashing at her. Ventress blocked and bared her teeth. "Because this time, you will be distracted by your Padawan dying."
Anakin's focus broke for an instant. He looked toward Ahsoka who had just been kicked in the stomach. Kern's blade then came down in a fast morion and Ahsoka's arm fell away. The pain hit her like lightning. She screamed, falling to her knees. Ror moved in quickly, his saber stabbing into her abdomen. The sound of the blade sizzling through flesh filled the air. She gasped and grabbed Rotta, refusing to let him go.
"AHSOKA!"
Anakin roared and surged forward. The Force exploded around him in a wave that hurled Ventress backward through a stack of crates. He did not look. He reached Ahsoka in seconds, his saber intercepting Kern's as it came down again. The impact rang through the air. Anakin's metal hand snapped forward, hitting Kern in the face. The crunch of breaking bone followed. Kern stumbled back, blood pouring from his nose. Ror tried to strike but Anakin caught his wrist and hit him across the temple with his hilt. Both men staggered away, trying to recover.
Kern came again. Anakin turned, blocked, and drove his elbow into Kern's chest. He grabbed both enemies with the Force and threw them across the room. They hit the wall and collapsed, groaning in pain.
Anakin dropped to his knees beside Ahsoka. "Ahsoka, look at me," he said quickly. His voice shook. "Are you—" He stopped when he saw the wound. Her left arm was gone. Burnt flesh filled his nostrils, and made him feel a little sick.
She tried to speak. "I... kept him safe."
"Stay with me," Anakin said. "You hear me? Stay awake."
She nodded weakly, still holding Rotta close to her chest. The Huttlet whimpered softly, frightened but unharmed. Anakin stood, anger rising in his chest. His lightsaber hummed in his hand. A slight yellow tint formed in his otherwise crystal blue eyes.
"Ventress!" he shouted. His voice carried across the platform.
The three Sith regrouped. Ventress stood at the front, wiping blood from her lip. Kern leaned on the wall for a moment, his nose broken. Ror's arm still smoked from the burn.
"Always so angry, Skywalker," Ventress said. "That rage might've served you well moments ago, it might've saved your Padawan."
Anakin growled as he prepared to jump forward and kill all three of them, but a loud roar of engines filled the air. The wind tore across the platform, whipping their robes. All eyes turned upward as a silver Naboo ship descended through the clouds. The landing gear touched down on the far edge of the platform. The ramp opened slowly with a deep hiss.
A person stepped out. Someone that Anakin never thought he'd see again.
Jaden.
(AN: Poor Ahsoka lost her arm and almost her life trying to protect the son of a slaver who has probably killed thousands of innocent people. Though she's still alive, so there's a silver lining. Now that Jadens in the fight what will happen? Will Ahsoka die anyway? Maybe. Anyway hope you enjoyed.)
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