Hello all, I am back! I felt like a tree today but im all good now, no i will not be elaborating. I wrote some cursed shit on ao3, my first story on there. I wrote roomba x reader smut. Why? I have no fucking clue. I shall not be linking it, but I used the tag roomba/reader

Anyways onto the actual fic that i care about and spent time on, enjoy!

Chapter 10: Mortis

Ahsoka watched as her Master left the room, her smile a bit strained. For a reason she could not fathom, she felt unease. Something felt terribly wrong. And it was more than the odd presence this planet had in the Force- more than the unease she had felt since the beginning. She felt something dark, something cold, a slimy presence that felt like it was oozing closer and closer- It stank of the dark side.

She turned to tell her Masters when a strong hand closed around her neck. Her eyes flew wide open and she gasped, struggling to take in breath as she was lifted off the ground. The silky-smooth voice of the Son reached her ears. "Going so soon?"

The togruta struggled weakly and kicked at empty air as the pressure on her throat increased. She saw from the corner of her eye as her Master turned back around, taking in the scene before him with abject horror plain on his face. The padawan felt fear, real fear, as she finally faced an enemy far too powerful for her alone to ever beat. Her struggle was useless in his iron grip, no matter how hard she worked to open his fingers.

The embodiment of the Dark Side smirked at the Jedi Knight, bringing his struggling apprentice close to his face, still holding her with one hand. "Not without this you aren't."

Anakin reached out as the Son jumped out the open airlock with Ahsoka, transforming into his beastly form as he held her by the arms. She yelled in what was honestly fear as she was whipped through the night. Her arms were bruising in the hard grip of the Son's claws, her shoulders aching as she was jerked around. She heard the sound of the Twilight behind them, and she hoped that her Master could help her. Her montrals would have picked up its presence, but the high speeds, wind, and position of the ship made it difficult to sense her surroundings. The flapping of her captor's wings beat in her montrals, taking up all the space in her head as she was thrown through the air.

Through the Force she felt Anakin's determination to save her, his desperation to make sure she was rescued. It was touching, but something inside her said that he might not be enough to stop what was coming. She had no idea what the future held, but it probably was not good.

The Son was fast approaching a pillar and she screamed in terror, the turbulent and unexpected flight upping her adrenaline, and he swerved out of the way at the last second. Wetness clung to her as he brought her through a cloud, causing her to shiver a bit as she became cold. Not only was the air around her freezing, but where they were headed felt cold in the Force, it was the Dark Side. The sound of her Master's old ship faded away, and her heart sank as she realized he had failed. She knew he wouldn't give up, but she was now in grave danger.

They flew for another minute, the night silent except for the flapping of wings and the erratic beating of her heart, until they arrived at a grand castle. He set her down in the courtyard and transformed back into himself, watching with amusement as she drew and ignited her lightsabers. She went into a defensive position and narrowed her eyes when he laughed.

"Your toys do nothing against me, child." His melodic voice rang through the courtyard, and she began to slowly back away. He noticed and made a face of distaste. "Now we can't have any of that!" With a wave of two fingers he sheathed her sabers and lifted her into the air with the Force, taking pleasure in her fear and feeble attempts to struggle against the telekinetic power holding her still.

The Commander tried in vain to break free. "Let me go!"

He dropped her, and she landed in a crouch on the stone of the courtyard. Her lightsabers went back on her belt, merely hunks of meal to this god, and she did her best to shield herself from the Dark Side energy surrounding her. "What do you want with me?"

The Son lifted his hand and she rose as well, invisible hands lifting her by her neck. He brought her close, staring into her fearful eyes, and responded, "Good night."

With that he waved his hand once more and her eyes rolled up in her skull as she fell unconscious.

Ahsoka blinked her eyes open slowly, disorientation crashing down on her. Her arms were really sore and she seemed to be held to something by her wrists- where was she? Her eyes darted around the dark room before her. There were shackles on the walls-that explained her position and discomfort- and the room was dimly lit by one small window. She was confused for a moment before her memory caught up. She recalled the Son snatching her from the ship while they had been bound to leave, taking her away to this castle.

She began to struggle in her shackles, jerking them to try to free herself from the cold metal. Her shoulders were in incredible pain from being nearly dislocated several times and her muscles were tight with the position she had been restrained in for who knows how long. It was cold in here, and she shivered in her revealing dress. The dark side surrounded this place, that made sense when she considered that this was the stronghold of the embodiment of the Dark Side. She stopped her thrashing when she sensed a dark presence-it was lurking in the shadows, watching her.

The Commander squinted into the shadows. When she focused she could make out a vague silhouette, and when it saw her looking it started to move. She pressed herself back into the wall involuntarily as the Son stepped into the dim light. He smirked as he noticed her fearful stance, and she made an effort to stand a little stronger. Being in his presence was suffocating- his energy pressed down on her overwhelmingly. He looked down his nose at her.

"He's gone, you know." The Son's voice was melodic and wrong, perfectly matching with his statement. "Your Master. When he couldn't catch up he left the planet, it's been days. A shame, really, I wanted to use that ship. But that means you're mine, and nobody is coming to save you."

It felt like he had sucker punched her in the gut. Nothing could have hurt the togruta more than what he had said. She fired back, "You're wrong! He would never leave me, you're lying."

The man clicked his tongue, stepping closer to his pinned captive. "So naive, you really think he cared about you. I have seen his mind, he was glad to be rid of the responsibility."

"I don't trust you! All Sith like you do is lie!"

"I am not one of those sniveling Sith dogs, I am far more. Face it, young one, he is never coming."

She knew, deep down, that it was false, and yet something in her was starting to believe him. She summoned up some courage, bravado that was entirely an act in hopes of making it real. "Let me go. Why do you want me here?"

He took another step towards her. His legs were long and by now he was uncomfortable close, he was almost invading her personal space. The implications of what he could do with her restrained in this prone position were not lost on her, but she pushed the fear down to glare at him.

"You dislike my hospitality?" he mocked. "What I want with you is irrelevant, child. What I will get is."

He finally stepped into her personal space, and she gave in and flattened herself against the wall, fear kicking in a showing in her eyes. She flinched away from the hand he raised to touch her lek and he laughed, walking away and leaving her alone in the dark.

Ahsoka was cold. She was trapped in a cage in her mind, veins burning with fire as she was overtaken by the Dark Side. She screamed, beating at the bars on her cage, but her Master could not hear. He could merely deflect as her puppeteered body swung her lightsaber at him in jerky motions, aiming to maim. The only comfort she could take, however small, was that he had come for her. She had started to doubt him, alone in that cell, and it had gotten to her, made her scared. But the fear she felt now was not for herself, it was overwhelmingly for him. She had been bait, taken to set a trap he had walked right into. And now she feared he might give in.

Her warped body went through the attack motions, but her senses-completely commanded by the Son-picked up the approach of a new foe. "Finally," came her voice that was not her own, "a challenge."

Obi-Wan had arrived, and hope made her heart leap. At least, it would if she had a heart in this prison. The trio dueled across the courtyard, her second lightsaber drawn to better fight multiple opponents. Neither party aimed to kill, which was making the fight drag on far longer than it would if her Masters had the mercy to finish her off. Her blood was boiling with the repulsive energy used to control her, and she shivered in her mind prison as the cold Force surrounded her. It was agony to exist like this; it would benefit everyone to kill her now.

Glass shattered from the Son's castle up above, and things started happening very fast. All three of the Mortis gods came rushing into the courtyard, Obi-Wan drawing a dagger. Something drew her to it, created a pull between them. She distantly heard herself demand it, and all she could think was, Please don't give it to me.

Obi-Wan tried to throw it to Anakin, but the togruta's possessed body was far too quick. With an elegant leap she snatched it from the air, to dismayed cries from her friends. She sauntered over to her puppeteer, handing him the blade with a smile that was not her own. He examined it and smiled at her.

"Now," he said, "your use has come to an end."

She didn't even register her Master's cry of agony as he put a finger to her head and she fell to the ground, lifeless.

The pain and darkness was gone. The girl floated in darkness, peacefully in harmony with all other aspects of the Force. She had had a name once, but that did not matter now. For she was the Force, the Force was her, and her identity was trivial in the face of such magnificence. She basked in the light, feeling the pulse of all life that is, was, or is meant to be around her. It was bliss.

She reveled in the feeling, but she started to feel herself slipping away. It was as if a lasso had been thrown around her ankle and was dragging her down, away from this peace. She felt blinding light enter her body, and she wordlessly screamed as she was roughly jerked out of the cosmic Force.

Ahsoka gasped as her eyes opened, sitting up quickly as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She couldn't look around before she was crushed in a warm embrace; she realized it was her Master. She was very confused, unable to remember a thing after she'd been captured.

"What," she asked, "happened?"

"You're alright," Anakin breathed, sounding more relieved than she had ever heard him. "There's too much to explain right now. I'll tell you later."

They got up, the togruta noticing a shocked-looking Obi-Wan. She looked down and gasped a bit at the sight of the Daughter, dead on the ground. It was jarring seeing her without her radiance, her elegance stripped away. As she and her Masters walked away from the courtyard she feared that something very complicated and very bad had occurred.

End of chapter!

Notes:

-my take on this particular part of the Mortis arc

-I always wondered what it was like for her when she was ded

-The Son is so creepy in this version lmao

-Ahsoka: I think I missed a couple steps there chief

-sorry if you dislike her fear here but like she was a padawan. Facing a God, the literal embodiment of the sith- he was so much more powerful than her she was probably scared

Tune in next week for chapter 11!