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Ahsoka Tano did not hesitate when she drove her white sabers into the ground. She did not blink when cracks formed in the temple floor nor stop to reconsider when the red darkness appeared from below. She and Vader would die here.

It was not that she wished for death. Far from it. Young Ahsoka lusted for life. But this was the wrong life. This feeling of wrongness permeated every wall, every star, every sky. It was like a waking nightmare where reality was distorted, twisted just enough to be horrifyingly real.

Like Anakin. His voice, while hoarse from what torment she could not imagine, was still his. Those piercing eyes, sick with a golden glow, were still unmistakably his. And the strike that would kill her would from his saber.

But that blow never came. A ghost of a hand was on her shoulder and at once she was falling backwards. And then reality shattered and her head spun before darkness descended over her eyes. When she came to, all she was aware of was a pounding in her head that beat in time with her heart. Something else also was throbbing with that same rhythm—like the throb of old electric wires on the most destitute levels of the Coruscanti underworld. It took her a moment but then the realization hit her like a gunship. The force. The force was flowing here.

"Ahsoka?" That voice.

"Ezra?" Ahsoka turned around to find the young man standing there with short hair and at least two additional inches to his height. Plus, he was wearing stormtrooper armor. Was this a dream? A dream of a dream?

"You look…," was all she managed before her exact circumstance finally dawned on her. Vader was not here. She had left Anakin behind. Her first emotion was one that surprised her. Anger. "Wait. What happened?" she said sharply. "Where am I?"

"You were fighting Vader. I saw you in there," he gestured defensively. "He was going to…. So I.. I…. grabbed you and I..I pulled you out of there," the boy stuttered. Ahsoka looked down.

"Anakin," she whispered the name like some forgotten scripture. The name of the one she had abandoned once, twice, and now three times. A soft hooting broke the silence and Ahsoka looked up to see a familiar owl just before it was enveloped in a soft golden glow. A hand shielding her eyes, the former Jedi watched as the little bird transformed into a shimmering image of the Daughter.

"Ahsoka," the force wielder spoke softly, sweetly. Ezra stepped back in alarm. "Do not be afraid, young Ezra Bridger. You have done well," she acknowledged. "But your journey here is at it's end. It is time for you to rejoin your friends in your own time and dimension," with that the force wielder motioned to a nearby portal that opened to reveal the rest of the Ghost crew running away from some threat. "Go now, they need you," the Daughter encouraged.

Ezra hesitated, looking between Ahsoka and the mystic apparition. "I am quite alright. The Daughter and I….we go way back," Ahsoka shrugged a shoulder in casual explanation. Ezra finally nodded. He jogged towards the open portal, with one last look back and a final nod from his togruta mentor, he leapt through and vanished.

"He means well," the Daughter spoke.

"I know. And I know have no right to be angry at him for saving my life. But… this galaxy is already messed up. I thought. I thought if I could just send Vader to rest, at last. Even if it meant that I went with him. Then well, maybe it was a step towards correcting this world. Truth is…. both of us should have died in the Clone War. We are fragments from a different reality. Monsters. Broken survivors who have no right to continue living but do so anyway."

The Daughter placed a gentle hand under Ahsoka's chin and tilted her head so that she looked her in the eye. "Young one, don't speak like that. You talk as if you are to blame for all that is evil in the galaxy."

Ahsoka huffed and pulled away. "Well, maybe not all. But that twisted soul in the suit? He is of my own making. Had I just never left the order! Had I just listened! I..I could have saved him!"

"Are you sure?"

Ahsoka crossed her arms. "I am sure." She looked up to see the force wielder or the ghost of the force wielder smile.

"Then do so."

"What?"

"Go back in time and save him."

"What are you…." she began.

"You can go back. But only once. My powers are not as they once were." And with that the apparition stepped aside and a portal appeared. But this one was black and ominous; Ahsoka could not see through. "You do not have long to decide for soon the portal will close, and the opportunity will be lost."

Her jaw clenching, Ahsoka felt determination overcome her. She was not going to pass up a chance, even just a slight one, to correct all her mistakes. She would never live with herself again. With a terse nod in the Daughter's direction, the former Jedi ran.

Space and time did not rip apart. Instead Ahsoka felt her stomach leap to her throat as she had the sensation of rapid falling. Then at once it stopped. Blinking rapidly she saw a dark figure in red stalking from a distance away.

A delayed sensation hit her muscles just then, and she was aware of a lightness, a strength, a strange vitality. Her body felt alive like she had been running but had not yet grown tired. What was this?

"You have but ask," the dark figure was saying. A zabrak. Maul.

Ahsoka's mind flipped and her vision swirled as memories unbidden crashed back to her. Mandalore. She knelt rapidly under their weight like one fainting. Oh force. She was back on Mandalore.

She looked up from where she was kneeling, and her vision slowly steadied out. Taking a deep breath, she rose again. Maul, for his part, looked slightly confused but too driven by fear and anticipation to antagonize her for her sudden weakness.

"If you are wondering about your former master," Maul continued when Ahsoka failed to ask her question. "I had hoped to lure him here with Kenobi. He….he is the key to everything. He will destroy, you see! Long he has been groomed for his role as my master's new apprentice."

Ahsoka remembered this. Oh how she remembered this! Her response from decades ago rang in her head now as it did every night since she had brushed Vader's mind. 'You lie,' she had said. But Maul was the only one who spoke the truth.

"I believe you," she said. "But it's too late! It's too damn late! We will never get to Coruscant in time!" Ahsoka all but yelled in frustration. Thanks a lot, Daughter, embodiment of the light. Ahsoka thought. Sending me back but to late to do anything! Yeah this is exactly what I wanted…To live through the nine Corellian hells again!

Maul's fearful eyes blinked in surprise at her outburst. "So…. So you've seen it too," he said, half to himself, pacing on metallic legs. "The end. The destruction of it all."

"I have," was Ahsoka's flat response.

"Then this is destiny! Together you and I could"

"It is too late, Maul! In mere hours the clones will turn on the Jedi! What are we to do?! Teleport to Coruscant?" Ahsoka cut him off.

Then she felt it. I worried tugging at her old training bond. Anakin. She inhaled sharply. Anakin must have felt her anger, her frustration, her despair. Even now, he was looking out for her. Ahsoka snorted at the irony. What in tarnation had happened that day? This day. What had happened that had caused her most loyal of friends to so suddenly turn on everyone he loved?

But her wonderment was cut short when it hit her. The bond!

"Maul!" The dark force user squinted at her in bewildered terror.

"The clones…"

"Yes, the clones. But I need you to sit. I have a bond with Anakin. He is not shielding. If we could suddenly…"

"If you are suggesting I torture you, Miss Tano, and thus grab Skywalker's attention….. yes it could..."

"No. Why would you even think like ...? Never mind. Sending pain across the bond will only push him towards the dark side further. Trust me. I know. But if we were to simply overload it. Send him too much all at once. I don't know," her voice dropped. "Maybe it could incapacitate him for a bit. Buy us some time."

Maul smiled. "I have underestimated you. Miss Tano."

Countless times Anakin Skywalker had rushed into battle, running to meet an enemy determined to kill him. But never had his heart pounded quite so fast.

"Master Windu! I must talk to you," he proclaimed in what he hoped was a steady voice as we caught up with the elder Jedi.

What are you doing? A voice hissed in his head. Don't you know you are sentencing Padme and your own innocent child to certain death? Shut up, he gritted his teeth. His inner voice sounded as angry as the feelings he had felt from Ahsoka just moments earlier. Force, what was happening on Mandalore? And Obi-Wan. Was the old man okay facing Grievous alone? Anakin shut his eyes to the mounting fears and tried to will them to leave.

"Skywalker. We just received word that Obi-Wan has destroyed General Grievous. We are on our way to make sure the Chancellor returns emergency power back to the Senate."

Anakin nodded. Thank the force at least Obi-Wan was okay. But there was a much bigger problem. "He won't give up his power. I've just learned a terrible truth. I think Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord."

"A Sith Lord?" Windu asked in astonishment. Anakin opened his mouth to reply when tremendous agony bored into him. A beam of pure light braided with unrestrained darkness drilled into his mind, and it felt like his brain was being pierced by a hundred sabers.

"Skywalker!" Windu shouted, but Anakin could give him no response. Mercifully, darkness fell upon him quickly, and he collapsed on the hanger deck.

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