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Captured

Ahsoka Tano has changed her name to Atara Tala so no one will recognise her. She has started a new life as a bounty hunter, part of a large agency called the Bounty Hunters Association (BHA) along with her new partner Amy Clarkson, a human girl.

Atara raised her head groggily. Her friend Amy stood over her, shaking her awake.

"Come on Atara! Our next assignment has come through!" she thrust a data pad in front of Atara's face, quivering with excitement. The data pad was blank.

"What's going on?" asked Atara, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

"Our next assignment is so secret that our client is coming to meet us in person!" squealed Amy. Atara rolled her eyes at her friend's enthusiasm, though her own curiosity was aroused.

"So when are we meeting this secret client then?" she queried. Amy put her head to one side, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Um, like NOW!" Atara sprang out of bed easily. Ever since she had become a bounty hunter she had always slept fully clothed. The two girls hurried through the halls to the agency's command center. The receptionist nodded in acknowledgement as the pair rushed past. Seated behind the interview desk was a hooded figure. His skeletal fingers were folded on the desk and the only parts of him the girls could see were his curved, cruel chin and thin, knife-slash smile. Atara tried to use the Force to find out more about him but couldn't. He appeared to be blocking her.

"Greetings children", he announced. He didn't sound particularly thrilled to see them. Atara raised an eyebrow. An awkward silence descended across the room.

"Well?" asked Atara. "What do you want?" The man smiled at the impatience in her tone.

"I thought we'd play a little game. I will describe the target and you will tell me who I am thinking of". Atara frowned but Amy looked thrilled.

"Sure!", she grinned.

"The person I am thinking of is a man", he began slowly. Amy started scribbling furiously, determined to piece the clues together.

"He is a war hero, a human General. He has ginger hair, blue eyes and he has certain powers. Now you are allowed to ask me three questions but they cannot be about the name of your target". He smiled that hateful smile. Lots of the girls' clients chose to remain anonymous, but Atara could sense there was something different about this one. Something sinister...

Amy launched straight into her questions.

"Is he on the republic's side of the war?", she asked. The man nodded. "Is he a Jedi then?". Another nod. Then he turned to Atara.

"Do you have any questions?", he asked her. Atara swallowed. Barely audibly she whispered:

"Is it someone I know?" With a look of satisfaction, their client nodded.

"Well then, who am I thinking of?" Amy looked confused. She didn't know about Atara's past and the decision she had made to leave the Jedi Order. It still haunted her.

"How do YOU know a Jedi anyway?", she asked. Atara ignored the question. She knew exactly who their client was referring to and now she was faced with an internal battle. She knew if she refused to kill Obi-Wan she would be thrown out of the BHA (Bounty Hunters Association) and she had no where else to go, no friends, no anything. But Obi-Wan Kenobi was her friend! It was true that he had deserted her at the time she had needed him most, when she was put on trial for another's crimes, but all those years she had spent with him, fought side by side with him, laughing, joking! Atara knew she couldn't do it.

The man was still looking at her expectantly.

"Attacking a Jedi would be suicide!", she ventured. The man laughed.

"I have no doubt you have a few tricks of your own", he told Atara and Amy.

"I know!", Amy said suddenly. "Jenna told me about a Jedi like that when she came back from her assignment on Chrisophsis! You're thinking of General Obi-Wan Kenobi aren't you?"

"Full marks", their client smirked.

"What do you want us to do to him?", Atara asked in a quivering voice.

"Isn't it obvious? I want you to kill Obi-Wan Kenobi!"

Atara's eyes moistened. "I'm afraid that's not possible", she sighed.

"Well, if that's the case, I doubt you'll live for very much longer", their client threatened.

"Oh, and if any of you try to warn the Jedi, there will be a heavy price to pay. I have spies everywhere and I will know exactly where you are at all times. I want him dead within the next fortnight", he added.

"If you're so powerful why don't you just get one of your men to kill him?" Atara challenged. There came that awful smirk.

"Because this is more fun!", he cackled.

"Atara, what's so different about this mission from everything else we've done?", Amy asked. Atara looked down to the ground, a single tear trickling down her cheek. Amy saw this and hugged her.

"Look, if you really don't want to do this you can stay here and I'll get the job done", she said gently. Atara shook her head.

"You'll need me", she mumbled. Atara thought back to their conversation earlier that morning with their client. She didn't know why, but she had a strange feeling that he knew who she really was.

"Come on then, I'll race you to the hangar!", Amy laughed, zooming off. Atara followed at a slower pace, looking unsure. She had no idea what to do. Amy buckled herself into the pilot's seat and set the co-ordinates for Corasont. She pulled back the lever and the ship shot into hyperspace. Seeing that Atara was in no condition to talk Amy patted her friend's arm and inclined her head to the twin beds at the back of the ship.

"Go get some rest, Atara. We've got a long day ahead of us." Atara smiled gratefully and curled up on the lower of the beds, trying to shut the world out. But she couldn't shut out her thoughts. She had to face it. It was decision time. But Atara already knew the answer. She didn't have it in her.

Her new name, Atara, had never really suited her. All Togrutan names were a description of the person they belonged to. The Togrutans chose them themselves when they were older. Their parents gave them temporary names, but Atara didn't feel ready for the change. She felt that she didn't know herself well enough yet. Her chosen false name, Atara, meant that she was decisive, bold, brave, confident and strong, but at that moment she felt like none of those. She felt Ahsoka suited her much better. That simply meant fun.