I finally made it to the ruined Jedi Temple. Tears invaded my eyes once they saw the burning building. I hopped off my starfighter and raced to a crowd that was surrounding…someone.
"Ahsoka?" I cried, glaring around until I pushed the crowd so I could finally see who was hurt. My heart shattered into a million of pieces.
Ahsoka.
I couldn't help but ask such a stupid question, "How is she?" I asked.
Barriss had her in her arms, though she gazed up to meet my cold stare. Barriss's eyes were filled with tears.
I fell to my knees and began to shake Ahsoka slightly. "Ahsoka? Baby, come on! P-p-p-please don't leave me! A-a-a-ahsoka!"
Hours later…
I eyed my wife's corpse, her face so pale… her skin was so cold. Tears slid down my cheeks as her body began to burn. She's dead…she's dead…the love of my life is dead… and it is all my fault.
After the funeral, I sped walked to the war room, searching through the holomap. I tried desperately to search for some surveillance videos to see the cold blooded killer who murdered such a beautiful person.
In frustration, I pounded my mechanical fist on the table. "Damn it!" I hissed
"Anakin, are you alright?" Obi-Wan asked me.
I began to laugh like an idiot. "Am I alright? Do I look like I'm alright?" I questioned sarcastically.
"Anakin, please…"
I gazed down again. "A-ahsoka…she wanted to name the baby Shmi… for me…"
Obi-Wan stayed silent.
"D-d-did she…?" I asked him.
He nodded, eyeing me. "Yes… the child is recovering but-."
I didn't listen anymore, I raced down the hallways of the Temple to the Med bay. She's alive! I burst through the doors and saw my child in a clear container, full with needle on her. She looked so fragile.
"Hey, sweetheart…" I mumbled, pressing my hand lightly against the glass that was between us. "Hey, baby."
My child smiled. She was two months early (Ahsoka was 7 months pregnant before she was…murdered)
"Shmi… Ahsoka Skywalker." I said her entire name.
The doctor droid came up to me. "It seems your child has a medical problem."
I froze.
