Hi guys! I hope you're doing alright! Here's a new story, one that inspired me so much after I saw Rebels finale yesterday I just had to write it. So here it is. I know we don't know if Ahsoka survived, but I think she did, simply because I'm fairly certain we see her walking into the darkness during the last seconds of the finale, after the blast and all. So this story will be kind of short. Probably something around ten chapters like Golden Sunset on Florrum. I don't know yet how long it'll be, but it won't be really long. Hope you guys like it and don't hesitate to review or contact me, I love answering you guys, even completely random stuff.
TS
"I'm not leaving you. Not this time."
That was all she could remember. Those two sentences swam in her foggy mind for what seemed like hours. She couldn't move, she had no feeling in her body and her mind was barely holding it together. But why? Somehow, the answer to that question seemed crucial, as if she needed to remember to survive.
Slowly, she started to remember. Piece after piece, the puzzle became complete and with every memory came more pain, both physical and emotional. Physical, because the more her mind cleared up, the more her body regained feeling and the hurt increased, making her frown and clench her teeth. She was fairly certain she cried out in pain a few times but there seemed to be no one around to do anything about it. Emotional, because the more she remembered, the more it hurt to realize she had been right all along.
She dreaded that Vader was Anakin. From the moment he had attacked them after the Siege of Lothal, she had been looking through the Force, searching restlessly for a connection, a clue, anything. She had her suspicions, especially after all those years when she had had more than enough time to meditate on what happened at the Temple the day the Order fell. But she had hoped, prayed even to be wrong. She'd even accept to be called paranoid or deluded if it only made the truth untrue. But of course it didn't. She knew and believed that everything happened according to the will of the Force. Then maybe Anakin's betrayal, the way he turned into a monster was the Force's way of punishing her for leaving the Order?
She needed to meditate on that, talk to Kanan and Ezra. Thinking about the two Jedi made her frown. Worried about them, she opened her eyes and coughed because of the dust that was covering her face. She couldn't see a thing and her body wouldn't move. Was she paralyzed? She hoped not. At least it didn't feel like it since she could feel all of her nerves, muscles and bones. She couldn't move because something was preventing her from doing so. She expanded her mind around her, trying to see through the Force. No living thing seemed to be around. Had everyone left?
She tried to move. Maybe if everyone had left, it meant Vader did too, so she wasn't in any immediate danger. She managed to squeeze her hands in front of her, next to her breasts. Placing her palms on whatever was pinning her down, she used every little bit of strength she had. Nothing budged. So she used the Force and dislodged the boulder that was on top of her.
She breathed in the fresh air but it was somewhat humid and heavy with dust, so she ended up coughing loudly and for a while. Once she was done, she sat up and looked around. She seemed to be buried in some kind of chamber, with debris and rocks all around her. A faint light was coming from above, so far away Ahsoka wondered how deep she was buried.
She remembered the explosion and everything that preceded and followed the blast. Kanan's injury to the eyes, her fight and brutally exchanged words with Vader, Anakin, her former Master, she didn't know what to call him anymore. She remembered Kanan and Ezra reaching the Phantom safely with Chopper waiting to fly away. She had cut Vader's mask and saw his face, a shadow of what her Master had once been. She had tried to reach out to him, to make up for her departure more than fifteen years ago. Deep down, she believed there was still good in him, that he was worth saving. She thought she could save him. But she failed and there she was under tons of rubble.
Everyone else probably believed she was dead. She had seen the despair in Ezra's eyes when she had pushed him with the Force to save him and prevent him from sacrificing himself. How he had yelled when he realized she wouldn't make it and be trapped inside the temple, how Kanan had almost dragged him inside the Phantom. She thought about Rex and the last thing she had said to him during their conversation right before they emerged from hyperspace. "Then I definitely outrank you" was the last thing she had said to her dear friend and brother in arm. She regretted now that she didn't say more, that she didn't respond when he wished her luck. But at the same time, she was glad she didn't promise she'd be back. Rex could certainly feel that she might not be back, that's why he asked to come with her. She was certain that somehow he feared Malachor would be her tomb.
Ahsoka looked at the faint light coming from a hole in the ceiling or maybe that was where the debris stopped piling on each other. She remembered what happened after the walls of the temple went down, after Anakin had declined her help and fought her again. Their sabers clashed, red against white. The blast had come next. It was powerful enough to push them both against the walls of the Temple. Half of the floor had caved in and Ahsoka had fallen through it with the debris. Vader had probably stayed up there. Somehow the blast hadn't killed her whereas it seemed to have destroyed the Sith temple, making it collapse on itself.
As she wriggled from the smaller debris surrounding her legs, she winced and reached for her side. During her fight, she didn't feel the pain because of the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but now that it was over, she couldn't help but frown and wince at every movement. She probed her body to see the extent of her injuries. A couple of broken ribs for certain, a concussion from the looks of the blood crowning her forehead. Her back lek hurt really bad, it was probably heavily bruised and that would take the most time to heal. Her left shoulder was dislocated. It had been just bruised when Vader had pushed her off the edge, but it dislocated itself during the collapse of the temple. She grabbed her shoulder, clenched her teeth and put it back into place in a quick violent movement. A sickening crack echoed in the room full of debris and she cried out and didn't move until her breathing evened again after the sudden surge of pain. It still hurt, but it was better.
Her left leg took most of the impact when she had fallen off the edge. She hadn't felt it then because of the adrenaline, but she sure felt it know. Her kneecap seemed swollen and she couldn't even graze it without wincing so much that tears started to form at the corner of her eyes. She was in deep trouble. She didn't have food, water or bacta plasters or shots. She just had her sabers. She looked at the pile of rubble leading all the way up to the faint light in the ceiling. She could probably reach it if she'd figure out a way to move her knee without yelling at every move. But she was definitely not going to stay down there, Force only knew how deep. There was no way on the universe she'd let herself be buried alive.