A FanFiction written by StarWarsRocksMySocks

So, I got this idea for this story when I watched the new Season 4 Clone Wars trailer. I saw Togruta slaves, and thought it was like Slaves Of The Republic again. But yeah, the new trailer looks awesome! And Ahsoka is gonna kick some major butt! I'm soooo excited, and please tell me in your review what you thought about the story, and the new trailer. But honestly, it looks EPIC!

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"Master Skywalker?" Barriss said, gently tapping the Knight's shoulder.

He turned around and crouched down a little so he was her height. "What's up, Barriss?"

"Master Yoda wishes to speak with you and Ahsoka."

Anakin sighed, "What's she done this time? Don't tell me she's pranked another Master? If she has, that'll be the third time this week!"

Barriss giggled quietly, and then said "I don't know, Master Skywalker. But, Master Yoda says it's quite important."

Anakin put a hand on the Mirialan's shoulder. "Thanks, Barriss."

Barriss nodded and trotted off to go find her Master.

Please don't tell me she's been up to mischief again. The girl hasn't given me a break all week! Anakin thought. He opened the door to their shared quarters and walked inside. He gently knocked on Ahsoka's door. Having no answer, he knew that the little Togruta was still in bed. He opened the door quietly, and slipped inside. She was fast asleep. The blankets covered her legs and waist. "Come on, Snips. Get up." He yanked the covers off the sleeping teenager.

Ahsoka made a groaning/gurgling sound and said "Leave me alone, I'm sleeping. Come back tomorrow." Her eyes still closed, she grabbed the covers out of Anakin's hand, and drew them over herself so they were covering her whole body.

"Ahsoka," Anakin sighed, "Master Yoda wants to see you, now. So get up and get dressed."

Ahsoka mumbled something under her breath, and got up, tossing the thin covers on the floor. She yawned loudly, not bothering to put a hand over her mouth. Anakin stared at her sharp teeth, wondering how painful it would be to have those sunk in your arm. "What are staring at?" Ahsoka mumbled sleepily, her blue eyes clouded with exhaustion.

"Nothing. Just go and get dressed. I don't think Master Yoda will be very happy if you showed up in your pyjamas." Anakin nodded to the plain white tee-shirt and blue shorts she was wearing.

Ahsoka looked down on herself, "At least I don't go to bed wearing only boxer shorts. At least bother to put on some pyjamas." Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest.

"Just…go get dressed. I'll see you five minutes, little one." He turned and left the room.

Ahsoka slipped off her night clothes, and put on her usual outfit. A quick glance in the mirror told her she looked fine, and she grabbed her lightsabers off the bedside table. While adjusting her belt she opened the door and walked straight into Anakin's back. The teen fell to the floor with a bump. "Seriously, Master? Was there any need to stand right outside the door?"

"Whoops. Sorry, Snips." Anakin swooped down to help her up. He pulled her up by her arms and she dusted herself off.

"Come on." Anakin said. Ahsoka walked behind her Master, his long strides making it difficult to keep up with him. Come on, he was really tall, and Ahsoka was only a little, tiny thing. Ahsoka cursed her petite size, and jogged a little to walk beside Anakin. "Um, Master? What's all this about?" She asked, sounding both curious and a little worried.

"I don't know, Snips. I hope you haven't playing pranks again."

Ahsoka stopped walking, "Master, I swear that I haven't been up to mischief, well, except from two days ago when I pranked Master Plo, but I didn't get into trouble."

"Well, you better not be in trouble. Whenever I want to relax, I also have to deal with other masters about you."

Ahsoka smiled sheepishly, still struggling to keep up with her Master. When they reached the council chambers, they stopped at the door. They both checked if they looked all right. Anakin brushed some hair out of his face, Ahsoka checked that her belt was in place, and that she had her lightsabers. Anakin raised his mechanical hand and knocked on the door, wincing a little when he made a small dent in the door.

"Enter, you may." An old voice came from in the chamber. Ahsoka and Anakin shared one last glace at each other, and opened the door. The stopped walking once they were standing in the middle of the room. To their surprise, only Master Yoda, Shaak Ti, and Plo Koon were in their seats. No other Jedi or holograms were in the room. Just the five of them. The Master and Padawan pair bowed.

"You requested to see me and Ahsoka, Master?" Anakin bowed again, showing his respect for the Grand Master.

"Yes." Plo said. "More Togruta's have been captured and put into slavery."

Ahsoka, who had been staring at the floor – obviously still tired – looked up quickly. Oh, no. Not again. Ahsoka stayed silent, knowing her Master should do the talking.

While Anakin and Plo were talking, Ahsoka shot a quick glance towards Shaak Ti, who was in deep thought. Shaak Ti noticed her fellow Togruta's glance and she smiled. Ahsoka returned the smile weakly, and bought her attention back to the conversation.

"Ahsoka. You have to let yourself get captured. Then, you start an attack. Skywalker will then assist you with the droids." Shaak Ti said.

Ahsoka lifted an eye marking and cocked her head to the side. "Um, so how am I gonna get captured? And, like, won't they be able tell I'm a Jedi? And I am not pretending to be a princess this time."

"Actually, Zaa Vashee is already there. She was captured only a few days ago. They won't be able to tell that you're a Jedi if they can't see your lightsabers."

After the plans for the mission were explained, Ahsoka and Anakin bowed respectfully and left the room.

They were both silent while walking back to their shared quarters. Anakin kept glancing at his Padawan, who was quiet. Ahsoka was never quiet; she was usually boasting on about a brilliant kill she had got or something. Even though Anakin hated noise, he sometimes didn't mind it from his Padawan. She always had something to joke about or something to laugh at, cheer you up. She was literally a breath of fresh air. She always made people laugh or smile, no matter what the circumstances were. Well, except Mace Windu, she always got harsh glares and dirty looks from him; but he never smiled. But seeing Ahsoka silent was…disturbing. "Ahsoka, what's wrong? You're being…quiet."

Ahsoka sighed. "I just…can't believe this has happened again. Even more of my people have been put into slavery…" They both stopped walking and Anakin put a hand on the girls shoulder.

"Look, Snips." He bought up her nickname to ease the tension a little, "We'll rescue them, I promise."

Ahsoka smiled weakly at him, her eyes lighting up the tiniest bit.

When Anakin and his Padawan reached their quarters, Ahsoka said quietly, "I'm going to see Master Ti, is that okay."

Anakin nodded and said, "Sure, Ahsoka. Just be back by lunch time because we have training." When Ahsoka left the room, Anakin flopped down on the couch. Ahsoka seemed so down. He understood that more – many more – of her people had been put into slavery, but why was she so down about it? Anakin knew that Ahsoka didn't have much contact with Togrutas when she was little, plus there wasn't many Togruta Jedi. What was wrong with her?

Lunch Time…

Ahsoka burst through the training room doors, "Master, I'm so sorry I'm late. I was just leaving, but then Master Yoda asked me to help him with a training exercise with Younglings." She panted. She had obviously ran the whole way, knowing she was late. And knowing Ahsoka, she probably Force Dashed most of the way, or at least ran at amazing speeds. "You know, I hate Younglings. One of the little brats stole my shoto, and then almost ended up killing himself with it!" Ahsoka folded her arms over her chest.

Anakin laughed loudly.

"What's so funny?" Ahsoka snapped ferociously.

"You let a youngling steal your shoto?" He laughed harder, "Oh, and if you don't remember, you were a youngling a couple of years ago!"

Ahsoka frowned. He lekku changed shades a little; she was frustrated, maybe a little embarrassed too. "Whatever," She made a face at him, "Let's just get on with the training."

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Ahsoka flopped down into her seat in the mess hall, with a tray piled with food. You probably wouldn't believe it, but Ahsoka was a big eater. She was small and skinny. But she ate lots more than you would think. "So what time are we leaving tomorrow?" She said through a mouthful of food.

"Well, you're getting up at four and we're leaving at five thirty."

Ahsoka coughed, nearly choking, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't need to get up that early! I have one and a half hours to get ready!"

"But, Snips, remember that you take ages in the shower." Anakin crossed him arms over his chest.

"Hey! You take about half an hour to do your hair! You brush it, then you put about half a can of hairspray on it! And then you stare at yourself in the mirror!"

"What would you know about hair? You don't have any!"

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Walking back to their quarters, Ahsoka and Anakin passed a group of noisy younglings, one of them being the one who stole Ahsoka's shoto. Ahsoka snarled at him and that made the little eight year old pull a face at her. Ahsoka's snarl turned into a feral growl and the young boy shuffled into the middle of the group, a look of fear on his face.

"Ahsoka, you know I hate it when you do that." Anakin said.

"Do what?" Ahsoka looked confused.

"The growling and the snarling and the sharp teeth. It's kinda creepy."

"Oh, sorry. Sometimes I don't realise that I'm doing it."

"I know you don't." Anakin mumbled.

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So, this story is based on the new Clone Wars trailer. Did you see all those Togruta slaves? HOW AWESOME! Please, please, please review!