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Chapter 1: The beginning

Ahsoka Tano swore to herself, grabbing the helm of her small ship with a fierce determination, pulling it up so violently it looked as though the Orange skinned alien would have torn the blocky shaped craft in half. Her sky grey star fighter gave a jerk upwards flying through the inky blackness of space, allowing a string of Blaster fire to pass harmlessly underneath her ships outer hull. The female Togruta gave out a sigh of relief, looking back through one of her cockpits rear view ports sighting the source of the attack she had sensed moments ago. Two Imperial ARC-170 clone fighters. The alien closed her eyes in reluctant anger knowing that the Empire had found her, and realising with a bitter heart, that her luck had just run out. After months on the run since the an end of the Clone Wars Ahsoka Tano's daring escape effort had come to an end. Even if she tried to run the Imperials would soon respond, sending everything they had after her in an attempt to kill her with a ruthless prejudice, it was only a matter of time.

The Empire, Ahsoka snorted at the concept. A Government born out of the wreckage of the Old Republic, a symbol of Democracy that had stood for over 100,000 years, now a brutal dictatorship. It was a mockery of what it had once been, what she and so many had fought, and sadly died for. And now Ahsoka thought biting back the rage she felt boiling inside her, they wanted her dead, branded her a traitor for crimes she never committed, the young woman was now hounded by the new Imperial Navy like wolves, hounded by people she had once considered friends. None the less she contemplated she wasn't dead yet, she could still fight, and she would escape or die trying!

Throwing one of her Lekku head tentacles aside she slammed down the joystick with a determined fury. Her Z-95 Headhunter thrusters promptly kicked and her craft was immediately thrown forward away from a second volley of blaster fire from the clone pilots that crewed the Empires favoured attack fighters. Ahsoka looked back again and spired five ships flying in a wedge formation that quickly passed under her going out her visual range and forcing her to track them with her rather outdated ships computer. As she did so she had to pull her ship up and away from a third repeated volley but none the less avoided the attack with relative ease. It didn't, however, take her computer long though to lock onto the attackers who were now slowly approaching her at half their average speed, traveling in a tight formation for maximum firepower and accuracy. Ahsoka's green computer screen showed her a play by play detail of the ships about 2Km bellow her and how they were pulling about and heading straight up.

"Dam it" she swore as her computer detected the leading ship firing one of its ships 3 proton torpedoes at her, the heat seeking rocket quickly locking onto her ships rear engines and manoeuvring to hit her. Her mind quickly raced to develop a plan.

Ahsoka again pulled her joystick back forcing her ship to climb as she kept a close eye on the incoming torpedo. As reached a suitable velocity she turned the ship around heading straight down using the power of the force to avoid the additional blaster fire that the remaining four ships had opened up. She soon spotted the blue energy trail of the torpedo amongst the green energy fire and bolted towards it. Her plan was crazy, especially considering she had gotten it from her former Jedi Master Anakin. Her mind flashed briefly to the Human she had fought alongside for almost 3 years, hoping amongst this betrayal from the former Republic that he was alright. None the less Ahsoka brought her thoughts back to the matter at hand, acting on instinct she pulled her ship into a spin and circled downwards faster and faster, reaching out with the force she motioned the torpedo into a position where it would fly just past the wing missing her, if briefly. As it did so she spotted the long cylinder like object pull a sharp 180 degree turn and head back after her.

"Perfect" she muttered heading her craft now towards the oncoming ARC-170's which had set themselves on a near collision course with her ship.

The Torpedo at the same time had quickly begun to close the distance with her and the Head-hunter and was now just a few meters behind its engines, hovering left and right as it tried to gain the momentum to slam through the back of the ship. It never got the chance. Ducking her ship under the incoming ship and then pulling it straight back the Torpedo hit the underside of the formations leader causing his ship to crack open like and eggs sending superheated wreckage into its fellows. Two of the ships peeled off as the scrap was strewn throughout the cold reached of space, but the other where torn to shreds and thrown aside due to their close formation.

Ahsoka's watched the two remaining ARC-170 fighters fly off through her computers tracking equipment, seeing them headed off into deep space, and quickly jumping into hyperspace. Taking a breather she sunk back into her seat, contemplating what she had just done, and all that had just happened over the last year. Her imprisonment, the betrayal of the Jedi council, their use of her as a scapegoat, Barriss deception, the end of the war and finally 'The Great Purge'. Her mind ached at the complexity of the situation, causing her to absently go over what she knew in her head as she keyed the Hyper drive for warm up.

When she had first heard about the supposed coup, Ahsoka wasn't sure what to believe, she couldn't at first understand why the Jedi would turn on the Republic, it didn't make sense. They had been the guardians of peace, protectors of the Republic, and they had never wanted to control the Senate. True they could be aggravating, petty and downright self-destructive at times, but never did she think the Jedi would attempt to assassinate the Chancellor. But as she began to piece the event together from the scraps of news and Imperial propaganda it had become painfully obvious about what had happened. Palpatine! The former Chancellor and now Emperor was trying to remove them. For whatever reason, power, hatred or jealousy she didn't know. But none the less the Chancellor was at the centre of this situation, he was either really the galaxies greatest opportunist, which she knew to be a truth, or he had something to do with the war as a whole, beyond being the Republics figure head. Still something about him had always rubbed Ahsoka the wrong way, and yet she had set it aside for her master sake, as he had idolised the man, but still the total genocide of the entire order, even her who had left nearly eight months before, seemed beyond that of a corrupt megalomaniac or power hungry politician.

Still the conspiracy theories Ahsoka would have to wait as all she could think about right now was those she had lost. In the last few months more Jedi had died than during the entirety of the war, turned on by their own clone forces as the so called 'execution order 66 was given out', and combined with the numbers that had fallen during the conflict Ahsoka was surprised the Empire hadn't made a clean job of them. As far as she knew everyone she had ever known or cared about was dead, her Master Anakin Skywalker was missing, her old friend Barris she had heard had been murdered in the temple jail as she waited for execution, and many more masters were killed including her old friend Plo Koon had been shot down over Cato Nemodia by his wingmen. She felt the hate boil inside as she thought about everyone she had lost, tears beginning to seep from her eyes, still she held on, she would not fall. Despite everything that had happened to her the Togruta still considered herself a Jedi, even if anything the current Imperial propaganda said was at least partially true. She would remain true to the light!

At that moment her computer beeped at her about an incoming object from hyperspace. Looking up Ahsoka could only curse her luck as she spied a Venerator class Star Destroyer hovering over her right now.

"Commander" a calm voice came from the command chair of the Star Destroyers Bridge, the hint of danger on its edge?

"Sir" came a surprisingly weak reply from a clone bridge office clad in the same grey uniform that every one of his fellows was wearing.

"Please tell me why our scouts failed to destroy the Jedi, I was assured that one squad would be enough" the ship's Captain asked, keeping his chair facing the holographic table that gave him accurate battlefield information.

"I am unsure Captain" the hurried response came, "Red squadron never had this sort of problem before it's just…"

"Just what" he asked angrily turning now in his chair to reveal an elderly man, probably in his mid-40's or near 50's, his dull but piercing grey eyes that seemed to suck in the light around them where now fixated on the Clone in front of him. In response the Clone took a step back, giving a silent gulp at the nightmarish appearance of the Captain, true he was old, but his wrinkled skin, deep set eyes and unnervingly tall and lanky build gave him a frightening air of terrible authority, that seemed to pulsate around the whole room. "Well commander"?

"Nothing sir, we will have the situation sorted in a matter of moments" a slight beep from behind forced the clone to nervously turn his back on his Commanding officer, "I just have reports that gunnery are ready to fire Captain Norloon" he managed to say before the sheer terror of the man overcame him.

In response the Capitan stood up, pulling a long cigar from his breast pocket and absently lighting it, walking past the clone to the huge viewport that dominated one whole side of the silvery command bridge filled with its many computers and data screens. Norloon however didn't say anything and just stared out into the inky blackness of space, in the general direction that the data screen had said the Jedi was still in.

"Sir should we fire"?

"Captain I am picking up a strange anomaly in the direction of the Jedi's starfighter" another bridge officer stated, from another data screen.

"Sir it appears the Jedi is trying to jump to Hyperspace" a third office shouted over the sudden noise that had filled the room.

"Sir what are your orders" the first commander asked?

The Captain took a long puff on his cigar, but did not turn, a cruel smile creeping across his lips.

"Commander" Norloon began slowly, "you have my permission to use extreme prejudice"!

Ahsoka felt as soon as the clone gunners pulled their triggers, grabbing her joystick she quickly dived, avoiding a direct turbo laser blast, as she did so she could feel hundreds of Anti-fighter batteries opening up. Pulling off a barrel roll she went into a spin to make herself harder to hit, as she felt each of the thousands of gun batteries lock onto her once again, each ready to annihilate her in an instant. She quickly pulled her craft away from the ship, performing zig zag manoeuvres to make her craft as hard to hit as possible. Then she felt it. Shutting her eyes in shock, Ahsoka didn't know what it was but it felt like the force had just been ripped apart, or peeled back. Either way when she opened her eyes she saw directly in front of her white, an endless plane of white.

"Was she dead"?

"Sir that anomaly has just given out a massive…"

A sudden explosion rocked the entire craft sending the crew and the Captain flying across the bridge, slamming against the viewport, his face pressed up against the glass. Norloon stared out and all he could see was a never ending sea of pure white.

The next thing Ahsoka saw was the circling skyline of some planet and the ever encroaching orangey ground beneath her. She keyed the engine for a restart but nothing happened. Looking up, or rather down she could see the ground getting closer and closer, nearer and nearer, she tried to use the force to soften her blow, but the next thing she felt was a sudden sound like a screaming Gundark as the hull of her ship ruptured and split open and then nothing.

"Commander… Commander"!

Commander Johnathan Shepard awoke with a start, bolting upright out of a dream, or was it a nightmare. After all these years, the visions were still no less intense, dam that beacon. The shock of seeing the Protean's wiped out always caused his light blue eyes to open wide in fright, forcing him to exhale slowly to relive some tension from his rapidly rising chest. He personally wished that sometimes he could sleep without medication, but still all it did was numb his nightmares, nothing more.

"Commander" the voice came again, the electronic undertone of the comm., drawing Shepard's attention to his desk. He recognised the voice it was Kelly Chambers, the Normandy's Yeoman and something of Shepard's sectary. Shaking his head at the disturbance, he turned his attention to a nearby clock and saw it was four in the morning, a little inconvenient, still though it could have been earlier.

"Commander"!

Sighing, the Commander responded to the summons, slowly swinging his legs out of bed and crossing his spacious Cabins tiled floor in a matter of seconds before reaching his personal desk. His eyes lingered on his many model ships sitting above it wondering as to why he bought these things. He rubbed his neatly cut and combed hair, scratching the brown locks as he turned his attention to the matter at hand. The tall Caucasian male moved over to a slim striped down computer, pressing a flashing green button on the holographic touch screen silencing the sudden pinging it was emanating, but opening up a holographic screen with a face of a young woman with bright red hair on it.

"Kelly" Shepard stated informally.

The woman smiled in response, closing her eyes warmly as if to greet him and say sorry at the same time.

"Commander Shepard I'm sorry for waking you this early, but you have an important message" she said, looking down at was obviously a data pad, "I felt it deserved your attention".

"The Illusive Man" Shepard asked rhetorically, knowing full well that it was, crossing his arms in mock defiance of his reluctant 'partner'.

"No, actually its someone else" the Cerberus Yeoman announced, looking a little sheepish as she did, "I'm not sure how they managed to lock onto our signal but the Alliance have sent a message for you, I'm unsure what it was about"

Shepard eyebrow rose slightly at this, letting out an indignant snort or surprise, his eyes narrowed suspiciously at this. He was surprise to be sure, but the formerly dead Spectre knew from his last meeting with Councillor Anderson on the Citadel that the Alliance was unwilling to help him so long as he worked with Cerberus. And unfortunately, as much as he hated it, he had to work with them, or risk losing this war that so desperately needed to be won.

"The Alliance" Shepard asked, his tone hinting at his slight confusion of how to respond.

"Yes, specifically it came from one Rear Admiral Kahoku" Kelly admitted, glancing again down at her data pad.

Kahoku.

Shepard gave another and larger sigh at the name, he remembered the rather stern Rear Admiral during his hunt for Saren two years ago, he had angrily demanded to see the original Normandy SR-1, ambushing Shepard as soon as he entered the Alliances docking bay on the Citadel. All Shepard could remember of him was from what he had read or heard about the man. He was apparently an aging military strategist, well known for his dedication to the Alliance, and was a tough if fair leader of men, but was rumoured to beinflexible in a fight when it came to anything outside the realm of conventional military strategies. He remembered how the Alliance officer had dismissed his Stealth ship out of hand calling a "boondoggle" stating it was nothing more than a political ploy to build relations with the Turian's. Still in spite of this Shepard had talked Kahoku round to seeing the ship from his perspective, pointing out the major advantages the Normandy possessed. None the less he knew the Admiral's flotilla had taken heavy casualties when he had ordered the Alliance Fleet to engage the Geth forces and save the Destiny Ascension. From what he had heard the Rear Admiral had been passed over promotion because of it, and Shepard's instincts felt that he would hold it against him.

"Do you want me to patch him through" Kelly asked, giving a smile at Shepard's thoughtful expression dragging the Commander back to reality.

"Yes please do" he replied giving a slight nod, marching back to his bed to grab some appropriate attire.

"He will be in contact in three minutes"

Pulling on a white T-shirt and blue Jeans Shepard did not bother with socks as he took up a seat in front of his Ship collection. A second later the glass screen slowly flickered and a Holographic screen appeared, and on it was the aging face of the Rear Admiral.

"Commander" a grunt of sarcastic indifference emanating from his mouth, his eyes glaring at Shepard as he did so, causing him to reply with a confused look, being surprised at the rather Kurt greeting.

"Rear Admiral, you wanted to see me"?

"Listen Commander let's get this straight I'm not happy about this meeting" Kahoku stated bluntly, giving a quick swing of his arm to enforce this, "you and Cerberus, and well let's just say if Anderson and Hackett weren't backing you I may have done more than just send a Communication." He fixed Shepard with an icy stare.

Shepard at this returned Kahoku's scowl, the vague threat from the Admiral causing his stomach to knot up in anger.

"So why did you want this meeting" Shepard demanded, sliding back in his chair to extend some distance between himself and the Admiral.

"Now, now Shepard let's not be hasty" Kahoku said calmly, raising his hand again, "I merely wished to let you know where we stand… I dislike the political manoeuvrings so I felt it would be better to be blunt with you… either way despite your… alliances I require your assistance".

At this Shepard leaned in to show that he was paying attention, now looking up at the white haired man, who had begun to stroke his chin apprehensively as if he was being pushed to do this.

"Sir if the Alliance is need of me I am willing and able"?

"Very well Shepard" he sighed, taking a deep breath before beginning, "Look Shepard I don't trust you, let's get that straight, but your fight with the Collectors and your unique experience with them on Horizon and during your former… command makes you ideal for this situation" he chewed his words slowly before beginning again, "there has been an attack"!

Shepard immediately sat up in surprise but quickly regained his composure.

"Where" he asked.

"It is little more complicated than that Commander" he waved for him to sit as in the corner of the screen data readout appeared showing what looked like Camera footage from a Alliance Frigate recording a small ship firing orange beams and covered in enamel. "Eighteen hours ago a Collector vessel blasted its way through a garrison of the 5th fleet orbiting a Prime Relay in the Exodus Cluster"

Shepard once again felt his insides twist, although this time in dread at how deep they had gotten into Alliance space, but kept quiet as the Rear Admiral continued.

"The ship, from near as we can tell a Frigate class managed to take out the Cruiser and three of its guards before jumping to FTL in the direction of a Relay heading to the Black Sea" taking Shepard's confusion as a go ahead he proceeded. "The Black Sea is a Star Cluster just outside the Kite's Nest and is heavily inhabited by Hegemony backed Batarian colonies.

Shepard face suddenly twitched with immeasurable anger at the word of the Batavian's his mind briefly flashing back to Mindoro.

"As you can understand this whole incident has sparked a mass deployment of both of our fleets. The Batavian's thought we were invading before they confirmed the enemy craft, and now they have proceeded to blame us for the attack anyway".

"Why" Shepard queried, looking at the screens pre-rendered demonstration of the Collector ship flying into the system?

"They claim that we provoked them in some way, but that is beside the point. What is important is that both of us have pinpointed the fleet to an unexplored system here"

The screen immediately shifted to a small white dot that quickly expanded to show a 3D representation of a star system.

"As you can see the Collectors have stopped just here around this planet, what they are doing we don't know but for the last 8 hours they have just sat there, doing from what the Batarian's can tell to be absolutely nothing"!

"And you want me to go and investigate" Shepard asked now for a third time?

"Think it as training for the next time you fight them"

"But why me"?

"Political reasons" stated Kahoku as if it was obvious, waving his hand again to wave the issue aside, "the Batarian's are unwilling to commit the firepower to destroy the vessel which as far as they are concerned is our problem and they will not allow us to enter their system to deal with the problem"

Kahoku gave a grunt as if the Batarian's were acting like Children, but Shepard could see there side too.

"Can't say I like the idea of a hostile force entering my territory sir" earning him another scowl from the Rear Admiral.

"Either way they have decided to allow a Council expert in to deal with the matter, that is you" he stated as he turned to go, "good luck commander", and with that the screen disappeared showing Shepard's lovely model of a Alliance Dreadnaught.

Giving out a final sigh, feeling as though he had just emptied his lungs the Commander spoke out loud to the room.

"You get all that EDI"

As he did so he crossed the room and entered the Elevator pressing a button for it to go down.

"Affirmative Commander" the Normandy's artificial intelligence stated in cold synthesised indifference, "I shall inform Joker right away".

"Thanks" Shepard said rather despondently, "Tell Kasumi Tali and Grunt to meet me down in the cargo hold this could get messy, and tell Garrus to prep the main gun; it's time we tested the new Thanix system out"!

Shepard gave a smile as the Elevator door opened out onto the cargo flight deck, taking in adeep breath, today was going to be a long day.

"Yes sir"

Well this is the First Fan Fiction that I have ever uploaded, Yay.

I must say I am looking forward to see what all your feedback is, please may you be constructive and polite and offer as much constructive criticism as you want. Moreover although this is a big project I have in my head so don't expect regular updates, apologises in advance if you don't see anything soon. Anyway enjoy the read and seeing a multitude of universes slamming into each other!

I mean that figuratively of course.