Chapter 11.

Ahsoka is the last one left it seems, shall she fall victim to the Predator? And if you're so confident I wouldn't kill her off remember, I killed off Anakin and Obi Wan.


"Where are you, you ugly motherfucker!"

Ahsoka's hands were shaking. She crawled around the tree trunk, desperate to get to the water. As she attempted to reagin her strength.

"Anakin, Plo, Obi Wan, Wolfe, Quinlan," Ahsoka mumbled, half crazy "Rex, Aayla, Kit, where did you go?"

She crawled over the branches and grasses, feeling the soil grow colder. Swear dropped out of every pore in her body, every muscle burned for a relief, but Ahsoka wouldn't allow it.

As the ground she crawled over turned to mud, she knew she was in the right direction. As the mud soaked her, giving Ahsoka quite a chill in her bones, she sighed.

All of a sudden, she stopped moving. Her will, nearly depleted. Her resolve weaker. Her hand slipped and her face fell into the mud, caking it. She used her last but of strength to crawl toward several tree roots. As she laid down next to them, she looked up to the sky. The canopies of tree branches covered her from the sun's location. She gazed upon her locations, and found out that if she crawled a few more feet, then she would've made it to the river.

"Damn," she muttered.

She was about to stand up, as her strength was returning, when an faint outline made her freeze in fear.

It was there.

The Predator.


The Yautja stood next to the river, to wash the blood of his couldn't deny that the old man had gave one hell of a fight.

As he washed the blood off his hands, his communicator started beeping. Beneath his mask, he let out some soft clicks.

It was his son.

He activated his gauntlet allowing the message to play in front of him, inside as his mask.

It was his son, using a plasmacaster for the first time. The one filming sounded like Hunters brother.

The Yautja let out some more clicks, obviously showing that he was pleased.

The sound of twig snapping, changed that imediantly.

He whipped his head around, towards the sound, the message disappearing as he scanned the area for thermal signatures.

He to find the Togruta. Then his hunt would be complete.

He will find her.


"He will find me," Ahsoka Tano thought as the hunter looked around.

The roots hid her from his view, but if he were to look closer, then she would surely be spotted. She had accidentally snapped a twig, trying to sneak away.

As the killer grew closer to her, walking towards the noise, Ahsoka closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable.

But it didn't come.

Ahsoka opened her eyes to see the Hunter looking at her.

Looking past her.

The Predator looked around again, and his defenses dropped. She saw the creature fade out from her sight. A couple seconds later, the trees above her shook.

Another tree farther away, shook.

The hunter was leaving!

"He couldn't see me," Ahsoka mumbled. She looked at her hands, coated with mud. She rubbed her face, shivering at the cold texture.

Cold.

"He must be using Thermal Vision!" Ahsoka muttered, gathering her strength to crawl towards the stream.

As the water rushed over her face, and she lapped the water, she sighed.

"Doesn't matter if he can't see me, I'm still dead. No master, Lightsaber is useless, blaster is useless, hopeless. Hopeless."

"DON'T SAY THAT! We can survive. We just have to live long enough to-"

"Why," Ahsoka thought, giving up "What's the point? The force can't stop it. A Jedi can't stop it. A Kaleesh hunter couldn't stop it. Chosen One couldn't stop it. How are you any better?"

"Who are you that could stand against it?"

Ahsoka cried, adding her tears to the flowing stream. She wanted to wake up, as if it was all a terrible dream. To wake up in the Jedi Temple, with Anakin next door. Having morning tea with Obi Wan. To Train the younglings again. To see Lux one last time. To hug Padme again. To fight with Rex and Fives again.

She wanted to go home.

"I wish none of this would've happened," Ahsoka thought, laying down on the muddy ground.

Ahsoka wept, before a thought popped in her head. A small thought, one that someone would brush off in an instant. But the longer it stayed in her mind, the more it made sense.

"A Jedi couldn't stop it. But you're not just a Jedi."

Ahsoka placed her hands on the grounds pushing up.

"You're a Togruta."

Ahsoka stood up looking at the numerous trees.

"A proud race, who pride themselves for the hunt! For the sport!"

Ahsoka Tano snarled, her canines visable

"A Togruta can stop it, not a Jedi!"

She smirked, realizing what she should do.

"Forsake the Jedi. Embrace your culture."

Ahsoka Tano closed herself off from the force. The instant she did, she felt like all the air in her lungs were sucked out. She felt barren, naked, alone. The force had always been there to guide her, warn her of danger, and give her life. But with it gone she fell to her knees.

"Embrace your Heritage."

But all of that went away as quickly as one could blink. She felt a phenomenon, much, stronger then the force.

She could smell the wood in the trees, she could feel the warm air on her skin, the felt like a flower blossoming. She felt like she had Suddenly became part of something, bigger then the Force.

This was nature.

This was what the Togruta used.

Ahsoka slipped her boots off, allowing her soft feet to connect with the earth. The feeling was almost second nature. She felt the vibrations of the earth, as many animals and creatures of all kinds minding their business. She could feel the roots of the trees absorb the water in the ground. She could almost see the Predator moving from Tree to tree, heading towards what she assumed was another water source.

Ahsoka let out a soft sigh of pleasure. She had missed this. This connection with all things, a connection much stronger then the Force could ever provide.

And she was eager to use it as her advantage.


Ahsoka spent all day, preparing for her confrontation.

She had made a spear, and a small knife for protection, abandoning her lightsabers. She had coated herself in mud, covering every part of her to hide her head signatures.

Ahsoka Tano scowled as night fell. She was quite busy. She had been perched up in a tree, watching a clearing that led to the stream. She had built a fire to track the the creature here.

She heard the sounds of footsteps behind her. Rather then turn around, she stayed still. As the footsteps grew louder she gripped her spear.

She jumped off and landed on a Twilek.

"AAYLA?!" Ahsoka screeched, spear to her neck "Where have you been? I thought you were dead!"

Aayla Secura looked very worse for the wear, eyes swollen and bruised. She sighed "Me and the battle droids left, after Rex stayed behind to await you're arrival. I assume he is dead?"

Ahsoka moved the spear from her "Not just him. Anakin, Obi Wan, all dead."

Aayla closed her eyes, silently mourning "I sent the droids to the command center. Why are you in mud?"

"Never mind that!" Ahsoka said, tad bit embaressed "How are you not dead?"

"He-it didn't kill me, he just let me go," Aayla admitted.

Ahsoka scowled "Join up with the droids. If you see Wolfe, take him along."

"He would be dead by now," Aayla sighed.

"Do it!" Ahsoka commanded.

As Aayla stood up and moved to flee across the clearing, she turned to face her "What will you do?"

Ahsoka smirked, her resolve stronger than ever.

"I am gonna go kill that Ugly Motherfucker."


Short, but the last two chapters are coming up soon.