[This would not be easy. But it was necessary. Her eyes close, and she breathes out slowly, reaching as far back as she can remember.
She's there on Shili at age three, surrounded by the people after having just rushed to see who had joined them on their remote world. A Kel'dor, Master Plo-Koon, reaches for her small hand to introduce himself, and her eyes light up with wonder. She is taken from them, and she's too young, too entrenched in the Force to feel fear when she is brought to Coruscant.
Too far, she realizes.
Back again, comes the day Master Yoda approaches her and singles her out among the other younglings. Today, the day she had longed after alone for fourteen years, was the day she would become a padawan to a Jedi knight. Her excitement is insatiable, infectious, enough that Master Yoda even manages a small chuckle when she nearly forgets to bow in thanks.
The memory moves.
The 501st Legion lines the landscape of Teth, hundreds in number and too disciplined to react to the argument happening behind them. One clone, a name -- Captain Rex, speaks up, inquiring after her presence. There's been a mix-up. The youngling isn't with me. Indignation rises within her. Stop calling me that! Their beginnings, ugly, snippy and aggressive, a game of back and forth, push and pull. A young hutt, a mysterious sith apprentice pursues them, they fell her and return the child. Triumph, warmth, belonging, an alliance is formed.
It moves again. This time, several sequences pass in quick succession.
They stand on a balcony, balanced and reckless, practicing Djem So above the bustle of Coruscant. Switch She fights, tooth and nail, against the Tardoshin hunters, desperately defending the younglings with her. She doesn't save them all, and she Force chokes one of the offenders. Covered in blood and dirt, they are evacuated. She returns to embrace an apologetic Anakin upon her escape. He begs forgiveness, and she smiles and dismisses his unnecessary apologies. Switch. Esponiage. Ahsoka and Anakin stand on the slave planet of Zygerria, play their roles, rescuing the togrutan people of Kiros from the clutches of the Confederacy. Obi-Wan is carried unconscious from the slave mines, and Ahsoka jumps down through the air to catch a falling togruta. Anakin scoops them up in his ship. Switch Ahsoka pulling Anakin out of a disabled starship, shortly before it tumbles to the abyss below.
Exciting memories. Happy things, frightening things, but all things that made them stronger. All things that made their Force-bond insurmountable. The Jedi warn them, tell them they are too reckless, scold them for ignoring orders to rescue as many people as their reach can find. Obi-Wan watches them, and Ahsoka can feel his simultaneous approval and disapproval all at once. He turns a blind eye to them.
They are winning the Clone Wars and, more importantly, they're winning over the Council. Slowly.
Switch. An explosion in the Jedi temple, the rush to find the culprit, dead bodies and empty hands.
The memory stops and lingers here, a clear connection to what she had desired to show him. The memory is dark, her heart beats fast in her ears, she kneels surrounded by bombs and clone troopers with her hands in the air, guns trained on her. It wasn't me! I didn't do it! Anakin looking on in shock and confusion, conflicted but bound by duty.
A hearing before the council comes. Master Yoda, Master Mace Windu, Master Obi-Wan, Master Plo-Koon and several others frown down and ask for an explanation she cannot provide. I'm not deceiving you. I have to assume Ventress is -- but I can't be sure. My sense is...clouded. They accuse her of accepting the dark side. Anakin's temper spirals out of control. You've already made your decision, haven't you? This meeting is just a formality! She is guilty, sentenced to a government trial with penalty of death sitting on her shoulders. Her padawan braid, tugged roughly from her headdress.
Hauled into isolation, Ahsoka sits and glares at a face that swims into focus -- a young Grand Moff Tarkin, sniffing and cornering her with fancy colloquiums, and evidence she has no way to refute in spite of her innocence. Anakin is nowhere to be found, she exists for days, kept separated except for meals. Her family in the Jedi, gone.
She escapes via a keycard, left by an unknown. It is another trap. She rounds the corner from her jail cell to a hallway full of beaten clones. They stirr slowly, and her panic rises again, chokes her, frightens her into sprinting into hiding as the alarm is sounded. The pursuit is immeasurable, the Republic Capital's clones continue to descend on her at Anakin's behest. Set weapons to stun, I want her alive! A long chase, she's cornered at the end of a tunnel, alone with Anakin. Listen. I would never let anyone hurt you Ahsoka -- never. But she won't take the fall for something she didn't do. She knows, with all of her being, that nobody will listen to her. They've decided her guilt. They need it, they can't consider an unknown would have infiltrated their Order with the intent of unraveling them.
The chase succeeds. She is thrown in jail once more, and death appears certain. Until the fire comes, breaks her free, and everything blurrs into darkness as the symbiote rescues her.
She sees Anakin for the first time on the Station. He embraces her again, but he is distant. Their bond has suffered, and he doesn't feel like the man she had known. When she asks after his struggle, he dismisses her, closes himself off.
Anakin falls into a coma. He awakens from a dream that Ahsoka doesn't quite understand, but one that hurts her all the same. He shakes and weeps in her arms, lost and spiraling into emotional despair. She embraces him, and they spend the next weeks refusing to let go of one another in the hanger bay. Anakin's fear of loss mounts. Ahsoka can sense it, realizes now that she had seen the signs all along.
They walk the streets of Concordia. The bomb goes off as their heads jerk upward too late. Anakin force pushes her away, and the harsh severing of his life sends fire through her blood. We'll go back together she had said. And then he was gone.
Her eyes open slowly. She feels the tears that want to come, from experiencing his loss again. But it had been necessary. They don't fall.]
I don't know what happened, but Anakin...told me that I was pardoned, and that I left the Order behind after. [She pauses.] And...that's still what I would have done, if they asked me to come back today.
[She instilled more of that fear of loss in him. It was impossible not to draw that connection.]
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She's there on Shili at age three, surrounded by the people after having just rushed to see who had joined them on their remote world. A Kel'dor, Master Plo-Koon, reaches for her small hand to introduce himself, and her eyes light up with wonder. She is taken from them, and she's too young, too entrenched in the Force to feel fear when she is brought to Coruscant.
Too far, she realizes.
Back again, comes the day Master Yoda approaches her and singles her out among the other younglings. Today, the day she had longed after alone for fourteen years, was the day she would become a padawan to a Jedi knight. Her excitement is insatiable, infectious, enough that Master Yoda even manages a small chuckle when she nearly forgets to bow in thanks.
The memory moves.
The 501st Legion lines the landscape of Teth, hundreds in number and too disciplined to react to the argument happening behind them. One clone, a name -- Captain Rex, speaks up, inquiring after her presence. There's been a mix-up. The youngling isn't with me. Indignation rises within her. Stop calling me that! Their beginnings, ugly, snippy and aggressive, a game of back and forth, push and pull. A young hutt, a mysterious sith apprentice pursues them, they fell her and return the child. Triumph, warmth, belonging, an alliance is formed.
It moves again. This time, several sequences pass in quick succession.
They stand on a balcony, balanced and reckless, practicing Djem So above the bustle of Coruscant. Switch She fights, tooth and nail, against the Tardoshin hunters, desperately defending the younglings with her. She doesn't save them all, and she Force chokes one of the offenders. Covered in blood and dirt, they are evacuated. She returns to embrace an apologetic Anakin upon her escape. He begs forgiveness, and she smiles and dismisses his unnecessary apologies. Switch. Esponiage. Ahsoka and Anakin stand on the slave planet of Zygerria, play their roles, rescuing the togrutan people of Kiros from the clutches of the Confederacy. Obi-Wan is carried unconscious from the slave mines, and Ahsoka jumps down through the air to catch a falling togruta. Anakin scoops them up in his ship. Switch Ahsoka pulling Anakin out of a disabled starship, shortly before it tumbles to the abyss below.
Exciting memories. Happy things, frightening things, but all things that made them stronger. All things that made their Force-bond insurmountable. The Jedi warn them, tell them they are too reckless, scold them for ignoring orders to rescue as many people as their reach can find. Obi-Wan watches them, and Ahsoka can feel his simultaneous approval and disapproval all at once. He turns a blind eye to them.
They are winning the Clone Wars and, more importantly, they're winning over the Council. Slowly.
Switch. An explosion in the Jedi temple, the rush to find the culprit, dead bodies and empty hands.
The memory stops and lingers here, a clear connection to what she had desired to show him. The memory is dark, her heart beats fast in her ears, she kneels surrounded by bombs and clone troopers with her hands in the air, guns trained on her. It wasn't me! I didn't do it! Anakin looking on in shock and confusion, conflicted but bound by duty.
A hearing before the council comes. Master Yoda, Master Mace Windu, Master Obi-Wan, Master Plo-Koon and several others frown down and ask for an explanation she cannot provide. I'm not deceiving you. I have to assume Ventress is -- but I can't be sure. My sense is...clouded. They accuse her of accepting the dark side. Anakin's temper spirals out of control. You've already made your decision, haven't you? This meeting is just a formality! She is guilty, sentenced to a government trial with penalty of death sitting on her shoulders. Her padawan braid, tugged roughly from her headdress.
Hauled into isolation, Ahsoka sits and glares at a face that swims into focus -- a young Grand Moff Tarkin, sniffing and cornering her with fancy colloquiums, and evidence she has no way to refute in spite of her innocence. Anakin is nowhere to be found, she exists for days, kept separated except for meals. Her family in the Jedi, gone.
She escapes via a keycard, left by an unknown. It is another trap. She rounds the corner from her jail cell to a hallway full of beaten clones. They stirr slowly, and her panic rises again, chokes her, frightens her into sprinting into hiding as the alarm is sounded. The pursuit is immeasurable, the Republic Capital's clones continue to descend on her at Anakin's behest. Set weapons to stun, I want her alive! A long chase, she's cornered at the end of a tunnel, alone with Anakin. Listen. I would never let anyone hurt you Ahsoka -- never. But she won't take the fall for something she didn't do. She knows, with all of her being, that nobody will listen to her. They've decided her guilt. They need it, they can't consider an unknown would have infiltrated their Order with the intent of unraveling them.
The chase succeeds. She is thrown in jail once more, and death appears certain. Until the fire comes, breaks her free, and everything blurrs into darkness as the symbiote rescues her.
She sees Anakin for the first time on the Station. He embraces her again, but he is distant. Their bond has suffered, and he doesn't feel like the man she had known. When she asks after his struggle, he dismisses her, closes himself off.
Anakin falls into a coma. He awakens from a dream that Ahsoka doesn't quite understand, but one that hurts her all the same. He shakes and weeps in her arms, lost and spiraling into emotional despair. She embraces him, and they spend the next weeks refusing to let go of one another in the hanger bay. Anakin's fear of loss mounts. Ahsoka can sense it, realizes now that she had seen the signs all along.
They walk the streets of Concordia. The bomb goes off as their heads jerk upward too late. Anakin force pushes her away, and the harsh severing of his life sends fire through her blood. We'll go back together she had said. And then he was gone.
Her eyes open slowly. She feels the tears that want to come, from experiencing his loss again. But it had been necessary. They don't fall.]
I don't know what happened, but Anakin...told me that I was pardoned, and that I left the Order behind after. [She pauses.] And...that's still what I would have done, if they asked me to come back today.
[She instilled more of that fear of loss in him. It was impossible not to draw that connection.]