A FanFiction written by StarWarsRocksMySocks

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Ahsoka slipped on her Jedi cloak, yawning as she did so. She pulled up her large hood so it completely covered her headtails. She had just come out from her 'quick' shower, feeling refreshed, but unfortunately not quite ready for the mission. She took a quick glance in the mirror, realising she forgot something. Her lightsabers. She picked them up of the table and clipped them onto her waist belt.

Anakin knocked on her door, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah!" Ahsoka called to him.

Anakin walked in, tugging his hood over his head, "You ready, Ahsoka?"

"Sure." She walked beside him. Anakin put an arm around her shoulders and whispered next to her headtails, "What's up? I can sense you're uneasy."

"I don't know. I just feel…oh I don't know Master." Ahsoka narrowed her eyes, annoyed with herself.

"Don't worry, Snips. The missions gonna be all right. You just act like a," Anakin paused, being careful about how he said this, "A slave," He hissed the terrible word without realising it, "and then you just cause a fight, show those droids who's the boss!" Anakin lightly punched his apprentice's shoulder, "And don't worry, as soon as you start the attack, I'll be there right away. Obi-Wan will be there too, he's just not coming with us. Don't worry, little one."

While they were boarding the Twilight, Artoo and Arseven came rolling up the ramp, chirping and beeping to eachother. "Hey Arseven, Artooie." Ahsoka said happily, crouching down next to the astromechs', patting the their domes. They squeaked in reply.

Twilight: 2 Standard hours away from Lavosh

"Master?" Ahsoka hobbled in, rubbing her sleepy blue eyes, having just woken up from an uneasy sleep.

"Yes, Ahsoka?" Anakin called over his shoulder.

"Are we there yet?" The classic childish question. 'Are we there yet?'. Ahsoka was still rubbing her eyes.

"About two standard hours away. Why don't you get changed? If you're gonna act like a slave, you gotta' dress like one."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No. You know how much I hate wearing robes, plus I can't fight in them!" Ahsoka whined. She hated wearing robes. She didn't mind wearing her Jedi Cloak every once in a while, but she couldn't stand robes like what Anakin and Obi-Wan wore.

"Snips, it's okay, just put them over what you're wearing now. Keep your hood up too. When we're fighting, you can take them off, okay? Don't tell anyone who you are, just in case there is security camera."

"Sure, Master." She picked up the dirty and creased robes that were crumpled up on the co-pilots seat. She slipped them over her usual Jedi outfit and said to Anakin, "How do I look?"

Anakin turned a little in his seat and smiled, "Like a slave." His smile faded as soon as it came. Anakin hated that word – slave - because he and his mother had been slaves. He hated people who owned slaves; the poor slaves didn't deserve it. "Maybe you should make your face a little dirty or something."

"Okay." Ahsoka sat down in the co-pilots seat. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Resting her chin on her knees, she sighed and closed her eyes.

"You used to slave, right?" Ahsoka said, opening her beautiful blue eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it." Anakin said, not realising how harsh his reply was.

"I'm sorry." Ahsoka sulked a little, folding her arms over her chest and pouting the slightest bit.

Anakin didn't answer; he kept his attention on the brightly coloured stars that flew past. Oh, Ahsoka should not have bought up the topic of his past. She knew he hated to talk about it, she knew. He swore she just did it to annoy him. Ahsoka didn't know why he was so defensive about t; he was just a slave, right? She wished she knew why he hurt all the time; she wished she knew about his past. She'd be able to help him, cheer him up. Ahsoka hated her past, but she didn't get all defensive and all that about it. Anakin didn't know about Ahsoka's past, so she never told him.

With another sigh, the little Togruta got up and left the room, leaving her Master to dwell on his dark past…

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Ahsoka sat, twiddling her thumps nervously, biting into her lip. What was wrong with her? It was a normal mission. She had had a mission with Togruta slaves before, but why did she have a sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen? She got to do what she did best; causing fights. Yes, she had been in many fights and scraps at the Temple, usually with a Human Padawan who thought they were amazing and awesome just because she had a turquoise coloured lightsaber. Who cared? Ahsoka had green lightsaber, and a yellow shoto, but did she show off? No! Once – when Ahsoka and the other Padawan were 12 - she had tried to punch Ahsoka because she made fun of her. Fortunately for Ahsoka, she sensed it coming and ducked, and punched her back, knocking one of her teeth out. Now, every time she smiled, you could see the gap where her tooth had once been.

"Ahsoka?" Her comlink beeped, her master's voice sounded, "We've got a little problem, please come down here."

Ahsoka hopped off her bed and skidded out of her room. She sat down next to Anakin, (Well, she practically threw herself in the seat.) "What's wrong, Master?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to know if you were ready and alert for the mission. And looks like you are." He smirked playfully, teasing her. Ahsoka growled at him, baring her teeth at him. He honestly hated it when she did that. She laughed and smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that a child did when they wanted something.

Twilight: Ten standard minutes away from Lavosh.

Anakin glanced over to his Padawan, who was wearing dirty robes and had a very grubby looking face. It was quite hard to see the markings on her face. Anakin's scar was covered by an eyes patch, like the one he had used when Ahsoka had to pretend she was a Shilian princess. Ahsoka reached under her robes and lightly brushed her lightsabers comfortingly with her fingers. This is it, the mission I've been dreading.

Anakin landed the Twilight and stood up. Ahsoka took a deep breath and stood beside him. They walked down the extending ramp, stopping dead when they saw the many guards with blasters pointed at them. Ahsoka, who had her hood up to cover most of her dirty face, gulped. It was obvious that she was a Togruta, right? Even with her hood up, you could tell. Who else would have two spikes sticking out of their hood? You could tell she was a Togruta from a mile away.

"What is your business?" The lead guard snarled.

"I have a Togruta slave." Anakin gestured towards Ahsoka, who was standing rigid and breathing slow. "And I have ordered to bring her here."

"Who ordered you? Who used to be her slave Master?"

Anakin had to think fast. Watto! "Watto, Tatooine."

"Ah, yes. We have had many slaves from Tatooine. Follow me."

Ahsoka smirked widely under her hood, but a question buzzed around in her head. Who was Watto? He was obviously a slave master. And Tatooine, that was Anakin's home planet. Anakin used to be a slave, so maybe 'Watto' was his slave master. Ahsoka honestly didn't know, but it was possible. The young Padawan walked slightly behind the guards, but they glanced back every few moments should she try anything to escape. The leader stopped and growled at Ahsoka, "How old are you?"

Ahsoka looked at Anakin, and then back at the muscular guard, "Sixteen."

"Come with me, slave." He roughly grabbed Ahsoka's arm and hauled her over to a cell. It had three Togrutas in: a female with red skin, and two males with orange skin. They were all leaning against a wall, facing eachother.

'Ahsoka, once you are all let out into the yard, you have to fight then. Just cause a riot with someone, and try and make it big enough for the slave master to come. That's when I'll come and help you. Okay?' Anakin said through the Force. 'I'll be able to sense when you're ready. I'll stick around the building.' He walked off with a gentle nod. The guards followed him.

'Right' Ahsoka answered. The lead guard opened the cell and pushed her in – literally throwing her in – and he expected her to fall to the fall like the others did. But she didn't, she just stumbled and but recovered quickly. She glared at the guard, her blue eyes narrowed. The guard left with a snarl.

All the other Togrutas stared. They had orange skin – well, except for the only other female in the cell – and they appeared to be about her age. "Uh…hi?" Ahsoka said. Now Ahsoka awkward. But the strange thing was, she didn't know why.

"Hey." One of the male Togrutas mumbled. Well at least someone bothered to answer. He was tall, muscular, and had white stripes running down his arms. The other male – who looked strangely similar to the other male – gave a gentle nod.

"So…" Ahsoka tried to start a conversation, "You're slaves?" Ahsoka felt stupid for asking that. Of course they were slaves.

"Of course we are, di'kut." The only other female snapped.

Oh, it looks like Ahsoka had a reason to be nervous.

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So, chapter 2 is up! Did you like? Oh, and di'kut means idiot in the Star Wars universe. I hope you like, and PLEASE REVIEW!