A/N: Well, hi! It's been a while, hasn't it?
This chapter is a Lot. Buckle up and enjoy the ride, my friends :)
When Bant was young—before the war, before the chaos—she used to enjoy swimming in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.
Back then, everything made a lot more sense. There were no Sith, no war, no pain and desperation plaguing the galaxy. Life as a Jedi in times of peace was bright, simple. All those years ago, the Force was a beacon of hope—of light.
She could not say for sure when exactly everything went wrong.
One day, just a few days before Master Tahl had chosen her to be her Padawan, she and Obi-Wan had stumbled across a spring with crystal blue water, nestled between a pair of ancient trees all the way at the highest level of the gardens. Bant remembered seeing the sunlight reflecting off of the surface of the water, casting its surroundings with a bright, blue glow.
It was…beautiful.
Upon seeing the spring, she had rushed forward, toeing off her boots and socks before sitting down at the edge, letting her feet sink below its depths. Obi-Wan had followed suit, laughing with an almost uncharacteristic amount of glee.
They spent a few hours sitting by the spring, until the Coruscanti sun began its descent from the sky, painting the sky with vibrant, luminous colors.
Bant remembered leaning back to stare up at the sky, her feet still plunged into the spring's depths, her best friend lying down next to her. The Force had been singing to her—a song of peace and joy, and she remembered feeling mesmerized by its song, drifting in the warmth of the moment.
"Bant?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly, causing her to blink and turn her head towards him.
"Yeah?"
"Do you—" Obi-Wan swallowed, turning his head to stare back up at the sky with wide eyes. "Do you believe in prophecies?"
Bant blinked. "What, you mean like those legends we learned about in history, or something else?"
Obi-Wan continued staring up at the sky, as though he was searching for something—though it wasn't quite dark enough for him to see the stars, as far as Bant knew.
"Obi-Wan? Why are you asking me this?"
Obi-Wan huffed out a laugh, turning his head once again to look back at her. He smiled softly, eyes clear and bright.
"It's just something I've been thinking about," he said. "Nothing more."
There was something strange in his voice, but…
"Are you sure?"
A pause, then something flickered deep in Obi-Wan's eyes—hesitation, or even quiet uncertainty. It was only there for a split-second, barely enough time for Bant to even examine it further, before it disappeared.
Obi-Wan sighed, turning back to stare up at the glowing sky, trailing his fingers over the darkening grass near his knees. "Just…a feeling."
"A bad one?" she pressed.
He didn't reply. Instead, Obi-Wan frowned up at the sky, face shadowed by the tree branches angled over them. There was a faraway glimmer in his eyes, a distance that reminded her of what he'd faced in the past, when—
"Obi-Wan?"
"It's nothing," Obi-Wan murmured, turning his head again to look at her directly. "Just—don't worry about me. It will be alright."
The sound of the door crashing open wrenched Bant right out of the memory, causing her heart to leap up to her throat. From where he sat across from her, Master Yoda's head jerked upwards before a green flash of light streaked across her vision.
Bant watched, stunned, as blasterfire filled the air around them.
In a split-second, she had her own lightsaber ignited, angling herself directly in front of Obi-Wan, who remained unconscious. Through the open doorway, she could see a crowd of clone trooper helmets, gleaming with sickening red light.
"They're here," she breathed.
As Bant moved into a defensive stance, she saw a flash of a red lightsaber, somewhere behind the troopers crowded at the doorway. Master Yoda stood a few feet in front of her, his lightsaber flashing in a green blur all around him.
The quiet humming of the machines around her, along with the comforting thrum of her own lightsaber was all washed out by the horrible ringing in her ears.
It was over. They'd lost. Any chance of survival—of stopping the Darkness from overtaking the Light—had been destroyed, completely and utterly.
Through the chaos, death, and destruction, Bant held her lightsaber aloft, its green glow casting the room in comforting light. Her breaths felt heavy in her chest, echoing oddly with each of her movements.
A blaster bolt whittled past her shoulder, flying directly into the oxygen tank, which sparked and sputtered before letting out a hissing sound as all of the air was siphoned out.
Bant blinked, nearly freezing in place.
"No," she whispered.
As she continued moving, struggling to focus on blocking whatever bolts she could, the machines around her began to shut down—one by one, until the only thing she could hear besides her lightsaber and the chaos was the ragged, uneven sounds of Obi-Wan's breathing.
In front of her, Master Yoda's lightsaber jerked upwards before he flung his free hand forward, causing the line of clone troopers directly in front of him to fly back, somewhere outside of the room. Then, in a single fluid motion, the cabinet next to the door was pulled directly in front of the entrance.
Relief—but Bant knew it was temporary.
Blinking slowly, Bant turned towards Obi-Wan, whose eyes were open, staring desperately up at the ceiling as he struggled for air. With the machines around them destroyed, the IV bags spilled open, and the Force shattering around them, there was nothing left to help him.
Nothing, except Bant.
"No," she repeated, voice shaking as she turned off her lightsaber and rushed over to her friend.
Obi-Wan's mouth worked as his neck arched off the pillow, in a desperate attempt to get some air. His eyes, bright and wild, raked around the room, as his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.
"I'm sorry," she rasped, turning back towards the door to deflect a few more bolts. With her free hand, she reached for Obi-Wan's shoulder, squeezing desperately.
"Bant—" A horrible, rattling exhale.
"I know, I know," she whispered, in a way that she hoped was comforting. A bolt skittered far above her head, just out of reach, landing on the wall behind her.
The Force shuddered.
"Go." Obi-Wan's voice was strangled, unfamiliar.
"I'm not leaving you," she replied, turning back to deflect a pair of bolts. In the corner of her vision, Bant spotted Master Yoda holding back the storm, his features set in deep concentration.
This was…too much—overwhelmingly so. There were too many of them for Master Yoda to fight off alone, and Bant had to assume that if they were here, then…
Their defenses had fallen, and the Temple was now completely overrun with destruction and chaos. The younglings that Master Yoda had just brought to the Halls, Ahsoka, Masters Plo, Billaba, and Windu, Master Che—everyone was in danger.
And she couldn't do anything about it, except fight for survival, and—
"So you have to hold on so you can yell at me later, okay?" Her voice trembled as she looked back at Obi-Wan, only to freeze completely in her tracks at the sight of him lying completely, unnaturally still.
Something deep in her stomach twisted, and she shivered, the horrible realization rushing through her mind in a split-second.
"No," she whispered, desperate. "No."
It was over.
It happened in a matter of seconds, and without warning.
In hindsight, Plo should have seen it coming. There had been a distinct sort of quietness in the Halls and in the Force. It should have been obvious that the quietness was nothing more than the calm before the storm.
But in the moment, he hadn't realized what was coming.
As the door crashed open, leaving destruction behind in its wake, Plo ignited his lightsaber, swinging it in a broad arc to deflect the array of bolts skittering towards him and Depa. Distantly, he heard Depa ignite her own saber, but his attention was pulled towards the clone troopers walking through door, blasters at the ready.
"Commander?" His voice cracked through his mask, uncertain and feeble.
The clones assembled in front of him were from his battalion, with the Wolfpack standing directly at the front, helmets glinting in the dim light.
Next to him, Depa sucked in a breath, stunned to silence.
"Wolffe," he continued, raising a hand placatingly toward his second-in-command. "You don't have to do this, my friend. We've fought side by side for years; you know me more than that chip in your head is telling you."
A pause, a moment of silence. Plo held his breath, and a part of him hoped that maybe, just maybe—
"The Jedi Knights have been marked for termination by Order 66." Wolffe's voice, cold and unfamiliar, filtered through his helmet. "Good soldiers follow orders."
"Wolffe—"
Blaster bolts rushed through the air, and in a split-second, Plo was deflecting them, Depa following suit next to him. Behind them, the bacta tank hissed on and on, as though nothing at all was happening.
But in reality, there was so much happening—too much.
The blaster bolts came faster and faster, and Plo found himself struggling to push past to horrible burning sensation on his left arm, along with the odd heaviness the darkness brought into the Force.
Depa appeared to be faring better than him, but only slightly.
Retreating was out of the question. They couldn't afford to leave Mace behind floating in the bacta tank—an easy target for the enemy.
"Any suggestions?" he hissed between heavy breaths, limbs trembling from exertion.
With a heavy grunt, Depa flung her hands forward, driving the clone troopers back a few yards. Her eyes flashed towards the room's entrance, eyebrows furrowed.
"Well," Depa began, voice tense, "we cannot leave Mace here, and we cannot allow them to get any closer, before—"
A bolt slipped past her guard, above her head, directly into the bacta tank. In a split-second, a hairline fracture appeared on the glass surface, spreading out like some sort of web. Plo watched, heart sinking, as the glass shattered and Mace tumbled out, along with a rush of bacta.
"Block the entrance!" Depa exclaimed, spinning around to grab at Mace carefully. With a quick nod, Plo shifted his stance, lifting his uninjured arm towards the ceiling at the entrance, just above Wolffe's head.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and with a single, quick motion, the ceiling fell on top of his men, sealing them away.
With a sigh, Plo's shoulders slumped. He forced in a breath, reaching for stability, calmness.
"I'm so sorry," Plo repeated, turning to face the destruction behind him.
It happened all at once.
Ahsoka barely managed to ignite her lightsaber in time to block the red lightsaber arching towards her middle. With a half-step backwards, she ignited her shoto as well, letting herself fall into a defensive position.
In front of her, she saw Dooku's eyes narrow in deep concentration, his lightsaber angled carefully in front of him as he turned to face the onslaught of creatures approaching him. His movements were quick and precise, and there was something to them that reminded her of—
No, not now. Focus, Ahsoka.
Right now, the goal was to get to the shrine.
She'd only ever seen Dooku wield a lightsaber once before, and that was in a battle early on in her apprenticeship. Ahsoka knew that as a Jedi, Dooku had been a Makashi master, that he was nearly impossible to best in a duel.
Now, she understood why.
As Ahsoka struggled to keep up, swinging her lightsabers around her in a green-yellow protective shield, Dooku cut down the creatures easily, as though they were nothing more than droids.
The only issue was that once they fell, they would rise once again.
And their numbers were rising.
"We need to retreat!" she shouted, over the sounds of lightsabers clashing together. Her limbs trembled before she jumped back to give herself more breathing room.
Inhale, exhale.
Dooku shifted towards her, eyebrows raised. "There are even more of them inside," he replied, nodding towards the shrine. "We must draw them out—as many of them as possible."
Huffing out a breath, Ahsoka took another step back, pulling her shoto upwards to block a blow coming from her left. The creature holding the lightsaber grinned at her, pushing down at her saber with a menacing screech.
The Force roared in her montrals, an all-encompassing, overwhelming sensation that sent shivers down her spine.
It was just so much.
"And how do you suggest we do that?" she exclaimed, gesturing around herself with her shoto. "There's no opening, nowhere to even go, Dooku!"
As expected, Dooku didn't reply—or, at least, not right away. She couldn't really see him at all with the sheer number of creatures surrounding him. All that she could see was the red of his lightsaber, flashing in and out of existence.
They weren't going to last much longer, but Ahsoka couldn't see any way out.
There was a moment of stillness before a different sound filled the corridor—something that felt almost the charge of an electrical storm, or the split-second before an explosion. Her senses tingled, something shifted, and it almost smelled like…ash?
Then, the ground shook, and all the creatures flew back, away.
"Does that work?" Dooku asked from where he stood a few feet away, left hand outstretched. A smirk played at the edges of his mouth.
Sighing, Ahsoka took a step back, lightsabers angled protectively in front of her as she glanced back at the shrine, heart thumping in her montrals.
Once again, the ground trembled, causing Ahsoka's mouth to go dry. Slowly, she turned around, watching as the creatures rushed back towards them, seemingly undeterred by Dooku's previous actions.
Oh, not good.
"Now what?" she asked, lifting her shoto a bit higher.
"Get to the shrine," Dooku replied, shifting into a more defensive position, to something that almost resembled Master Obi-Wan's variant of Soresu. "I will hold them off for as long as I can. The rest is now up to you, Padawan Tano."
Ahsoka felt her heart sink to her stomach.
"Alone?" she croaked, suppressing a shiver. "I—"
"There is no time to discuss this any further," Dooku declared, taking a few steps forward before glancing back at her over his shoulder. "You must go. Now."
Ahsoka swallowed as she took a tentative step back. "I understand," she murmured. "Thank you."
Then, she turned around and ran away as fast as she could.
"How is he?"
Depa blinked at the sound of Plo's voice, barely discernible over the roaring in her ears. The chaos around her seemed to have died down, for the moment, but it persisted in the Force—strong and overwhelming.
With a frown, She reached over and put a hand over his forehead, reaching into the Force. Mace was unconscious through the chaos and destruction, but he was stable.
Depa supposed she could be grateful for that, though it was difficult for her to be grateful when everything was just so, so wrong.
"Alive," she said finally, looking back up at Plo. "But he won't last like this. He needs bacta, but…"
Plo let out a breath. "Bacta patches," he replied, walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it. "It will not be as effective as the tank, but we have no other options."
With the entrance barricaded and the bacta tank destroyed, Depa was inclined to agree.
It only took Plo a few moments to find the bacta patches and toss them to Depa. As soon as she finished applying the patches, Plo pulled a heating blanket out of the cabinet and placed it over Mace's body.
The two of them knelt side-by-side in the silence, feeling the Force recoil with darkness and despair. It was powerful, overwhelming—unlike anything she had ever experienced before. If she was being honest with herself, Depa didn't see a way out of this.
And something told her that Plo was feeling the same way.
"What now?" she asked. The ground shook, and the sounds of blasterfire, lightsabers, and explosions rang through her ears, causing her heart to drop to her stomach.
Plo looked at the barricade—the destroyed ceiling that he'd forced down onto the floor earlier—and shook his head.
"They will cut through in a matter of minutes," he murmured, standing up. "We must be ready, Master Billaba."
With the odds stacked against them, with everything going horribly, horribly wrong, Depa knew that there was only one option, one way to keep going.
Looking up at Plo, she nodded in agreement.
"We will be ready," she replied, and the Force echoed her words.
Ahsoka never really did enjoy being alone.
It made little sense, really—she was a Jedi, and in the past, she'd always felt a sense of belonging in the Force, no matter what. There had been Light, along with the feeling of unity with the other Jedi.
Her bonds with her Master and Grandmaster only seemed to fortify that feeling in the Force, until they fell away into destruction and the darkness took over.
That was the first loss she'd felt, devastating and heartbreakingly real.
She missed them so much.
Now, in the cold unfamiliarity of the Sith shrine, it was worse. Ever since she closed the doors to the entrance, Ahsoka had been physically alone. There was no one in here—no Sith, no Jedi, just…nothing.
Except that wasn't entirely true, because there were the voices—quiet, whispery, impossible to decipher.
Shivering, Ahsoka wrapped her arms around herself and continued forward.
It was difficult to see, even with her lightsaber ignited, casting a green glow to her surroundings. When she squinted at her surroundings, she could see a bunch of dark shadows, forming some sort of a maze.
She kept walking right into these structures, so she would turn and continue walking, almost aimlessly as the voices continued, impossible for her to understand.
What was she supposed to do?
Dooku had said something about destroying the source, but how was she supposed to do that? A part of her thought that the answer would've been right there, but…
As she stepped forward, her left foot kicked against something hard, again.
"Kriff," she murmured, retreating ever so slightly. It was yet another structure, ice cold and made of stone. With a sigh, she moved her saber forward, allowing the light to fall over the structure.
Her breath hitched.
A body, lying on top of an altar of some sort. The body was misshapen, almost skeletal, and it had no eyes, but there was something familiar about it, something—
Wait.
Blinking, Ahsoka took another step back, only to step back into another structure. She spun around with a gasp, letting the light fall on top of another structure, another altar with a body with no eyes.
And then she turned again and lifted her lightsaber higher, allowing her eyes to adjust fully to the darkness.
There were bodies all around her—dead, unmoving, yet…
The voices continued whispering, louder.
But this meant…this had to mean that—
"Oh, no," she whispered, turning around to slowly take in her surroundings.
Ahsoka was surrounded by the bodies of the undead, by the bodies of the creatures who now marched on this Temple, bringing havoc and destruction and death in its wake. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and her sweaty hands trembled as she continued holding her lightsaber aloft.
It felt as though the temperature in the cavern had dropped a few degrees, as though she was walking the caves of Ilum, except the Force wasn't guiding her like it had when she searched for her lightsaber crystals.
She was alone, in the dark, trapped.
And now, she had no way out.
"Ahsoka?"
The voice was louder than the whispers, emerging from somewhere in her mind. The familiarity of it was shocking, impossible.
And yet—she was hearing a voice she hadn't heard in what felt like such a long time, and along with it came the memories, the slight feeling of hope rushing through her mind, despite her current situation.
"Master Kenobi?" she whispered, voice trembling.
This made little sense. She hadn't felt anything in the Force at all, nothing that resembled his presence at all, and yet…
She blinked. That was it, wasn't it? His presence had faded away, and now, it was…here?
"No, it's impossible," she murmured to herself. "This is a trick, or—"
"Ahsoka," the voice repeated, louder this time. Ahsoka spun around, looking for any sign of movement, but there was nothing, except for the bodies stretched out on the altars.
"A Sith trick," she continued, forcing herself to ignore what she had just heard. She needed to focus, to find the source that Dooku had mentioned earlier, and stop the attack on the Temple. There was no time for distractions, for the impossible.
She couldn't afford to lose any more time.
"Reach out, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan's voice continued, echoing oddly in her montrals, "You must find it, now."
"Find it?" she echoed, tilting her head. For an illusion, the voice seemed to know how to confuse Ahsoka, just like her Grandmaster had done many times in the past. "Find what? And where?"
The Force shuddered, and she shivered, turning slightly to her left, where there was a pinprick of light, surrounded by a swirl of black, and—
"There." Obi-Wan's voice was a whisper, mixing eerily with the other voices. "Hurry."
And then, he was gone.
Ahsoka blinked, frozen to the spot. There was no way that was really Obi-Wan, but for a moment it really, really felt like her Grandmaster.
But that would make no sense.
"Master?" she said, a bit louder. When she didn't get a response, Ahsoka began to walk forward, carefully avoiding walking into any more altars. She forced her eyes away from the bodies, away from the creatures, focusing only on her destination.
There was no more time to waste.
Though Obi-Wan's voice had faded away, the whispers grew louder and louder as Ahsoka moved closer and closer to the light. Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth and pressed on.
Each step grew heavier and heavier, and the coldness around her became more and more frigid, more impossible to bear. Ahsoka's teeth chattered, and her head pounded incessantly as the voices screamed, as the darkness pressed onto her mind.
She didn't know exactly how much time had passed when she reached her destination. Ahsoka stared, eyes wide, at the familiar-looking light suspended mid-air, surrounded by oppressive darkness, and then it clicked.
Ahsoka let out a quiet gasp, taking a step forward.
"A holocron?" she whispered, tentatively reaching a hand forward and stopping it right before the swirl of darkness. "But it looks so…wrong."
What she thought was a light wasn't just a light, but a Jedi holocron, except it looked completely different from any holocron she had seen before. For one thing, the light wasn't blue, like the holocrons she'd seen in the Archives, but a bright white color.
More than that, however, was its flashing light, the voices, and the pure wrongness in the Force, ringing painfully in her mind.
"It's corrupted," she whispered, as though something inside of her just knew what was wrong with it. Ahsoka lifted a hand and closed her eyes.
I have to cure it.
There was barely any Light to be found, and yet, Ahsoka reached desperately for it. Something deep in her mind stirred, something warm and familiar, and then she found herself reaching for it, for the memories of better days, better times.
Then, there was Light.
At some point, the world seemed to shake with sounds of footsteps around her, but Ahsoka turned her focus inwards, to the Force. The Light was growing, slowly but steadily, and the holocron was beginning to emanate a warmth, reaching up to her palms.
It's—it's working?
Ahsoka forced her eyes open. The holocron was glowing a brilliant white light, the darkness surrounding it diminished to near nothingness. Around her, the walls of the shrine seemed to glow with similar light, casting the room in brightness.
The Force let out a sigh, and then she felt something tug at her mind. Frowning, Ahsoka closed her eyes once again.
There was a voice, a new and unfamiliar one. Ahsoka couldn't quite make it out, but then she heard it, loud and clear:
"Now, I shall take you to where you are most needed."
Then, everything turned white.
In hindsight, taking on the undead Sith alone was probably not the best idea Dooku had recently.
To be fair, it wasn't as though he had many other options. As a Jedi, Tano had the best chance to confront whatever it was that was inside the shrine, and Dooku knew he would be of little use in there.
The darkness would tempt him too easily, after all.
He didn't quite know how long he'd be able to last. At some point, he heard some strange rumbling sounds from behind him, where the shrine stood. It seemed as though something had been happening, but Dooku couldn't risk turning around to see what it was.
All he knew was that there was light, and a lot of it.
At some point, he blinked…
…and found himself standing somewhere else.
"What?" he murmured.
The corridor around him was regal, filled with familiar-looking statues and silence. The windows nearby showed a view of Coruscant. The sky was riddled with chaos, with sirens flashing nearly everywhere and traffic at a near standstill.
It was clear that the attack on the Temple had caused chaos to ensue all over Coruscant, and now…
Well, Dooku knew that something had changed, but he did not know what it was.
Either way, he knew exactly where he stood, alone and confused. He'd been in the Republic Senate building many times as a Jedi, and even a few times to visit Darth Sidious when he had been his apprentice.
It was odd to see it now, to be here when he needed to be at the Temple. That was where he was, moments ago.
"Why am I here?" he murmured.
Shaking his head, he turned away from the window to study his surroundings. It appeared as though he was on the ground floor of the building, close to the main entrance, which was strange because the area was empty.
Normally, there would be a crowd rushing around this area, even at this hour. There would be Senators talking to each other, aides rushing the corridors, clone troopers standing guard, and even Jedi.
Now, there was no one.
With a sigh, Dooku began to walk. His steps were slow and certain, echoing oddly around him. The statues and holograms around him seemed to flicker oddly with each of his steps, in a way that was almost a warning.
But if he was here, then…
He had an opportunity to strike. Perhaps it would be foolish, but the Jedi had little chance to get to Sidious in time.
Dooku had little choice. He had to confront his old Master.
With that thought in mind, he turned a corner and stopped.
At the other side of the corridor, a lone figure stood—a shadow. It began to move slowly, walking towards Dooku one step at a time. The figure's footsteps were heavy, echoing through the corridor with finality and precision.
The shadow moved again, stepping into the dim light shining through the window at the middle of the corridor.
The quiet hiss of a lightsaber igniting, followed by a red light.
"Skywalker," Dooku said, both surprised and not surprised at all.
The boy's eyes—blank and listless, a golden slate—flicked up to meet Dooku's, his lips curling into a snarl.
Then, in a quick flash of motion, Skywalker leapt forward, lightsaber at the ready.
"What the—?"
As the whiteness faded away, Ahsoka immediately heard the sound of ringing machines, panicked voices, blaster bolts, and lightsabers. There was also the odd smell of something burning, but she couldn't figure that out right now.
All she knew was that somehow, she was back in the Halls, in Obi-Wan's room. Master Yoda stood near the doorway, fighting off the creatures and deflecting blaster bolts, though Ahsoka could see that his motions were slowing, that he wouldn't last much longer.
In a smooth motion, Ahsoka ignited her lightsaber, standing protectively in front of the bed without turning around once. Blaster bolts cut through the air, and Ahsoka deflected them, carefully avoiding Master Yoda and any of the troopers.
"Ahsoka?" Bant's shaky voice came from somewhere behind her. Ahsoka spared a glance back, taking in the sight of her friend, and then the still, unmoving form of her Grandmaster on the bed.
So the voice was a part of her imagination, after all. Nothing more.
Obi-Wan was gone—he must have been for a while now.
I'm so sorry.
"I don't know how I'm here, but I am," she managed, igniting her shoto in a smooth motion. The force of the bolts pushed her back and back, until she stood against the edge of the bed, struggling to defend herself against the onslaught.
She heard Bant's lightsaber ignite from somewhere behind her, and the battle continued.
"What do we do?" Bant asked, shouting over the chaos.
Ahsoka frowned, thinking back to the shrine. She thought that she'd done it, that she'd managed to take the darkness away from the holocron. And from what Dooku had told her, that was supposed to stop the attack.
But it was almost as though nothing happened, as though everything she had done had gone to waste.
"I don't—I don't know," she rasped. There were tears burning in her eyes, and her arms were trembling violently. Ahsoka watched as clone troopers came into view, as the 501st blue stood in the doorway, stealing her breath away.
"Rex?" she whispered.
The blaster bolts came faster and faster. Ahsoka couldn't keep up at all. She could see Master Yoda kneeling at the doorway now, unable to even lift his blade to defend himself. The creatures were approaching him slowly, lightsabers raised towards his head.
Ahsoka's stomach twisted as pure dread filled her mind, nearly freezing her where she stood. Then, she reacted.
"No!" she cried, extinguishing her lightsabers and stretching her arms forward, only to be stopped suddenly.
A hand clamped itself on her left shoulder, pulling her back just in time to avoid getting hit by a stray blaster bolt. Then, another hand, covered by a thin medical robe, extended forward.
Ahsoka's breath hitched as time seemed to go completely still. One by one, the creatures began to lift into the air, as though they were being pulled up by a string. Then, the clones followed suit, silent and still.
The Force swelled with Light, the same sort of Light she remembered from the shrine, before she was transported here.
She heard Bant's quiet gasp from somewhere behind her and saw Master Yoda's eyes widen, almost simultaneously.
But—but this means that…
Slowly, Ahsoka turned on trembling legs, keeping her hands firmly on the bed so that she wouldn't fall over. Her breaths stilled in her lungs as shock rushed through her mind.
"Master?" she whispered, voice trembling as she took in the sight in front of her.
Obi-Wan Kenobi sat upright, right hand extended firmly towards the chaos and destruction, eyes glowing white.
A/N: And that wraps up the chapter! :))))))
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