The Apprentice instead of the Master

by Ferasder

I did not create Star Wars. I hope, one day, I will be able to imagine out a world as grand and glorious as the Galaxy Far Far Away, but that may never happen. Disney and Lucasfilm own it. What if Ahsoka Tano traveled with Padme to Mustafar. Vader never clashes with Obi-Wan and he isn't born out of flames and metal. What now for Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader and the Galaxy?

30. Chapter 30

The knife did not plunge itself through Councillor Voax. It had pierced Nara, instead.

Shock filled the room. Two bodies on the floor were already dead. Ahsoka rushed to the side; Voax had knelt down by his daughter: panic in his eyes and face… No… No… It cannot be… This can't be happening.

Nara felt a tinge of pain in her stomach, where the knife had hit. Voax's faithful bodyguard, Temas had immediately retrieved it from her, leaving just a pool of blood at its place. "Daddy…?"

"I'm here, darling. We're together now. I have rescued you, Nara." He smiled, waterly.

The tinge of pain began to die down… as did her consciousness. She blinked many times, until her eyes closed. And then they opened. She lay still. Voax felt no more heat there. The body was cooling.

Voax pressed his face against her… it was too much to process. Temas sat down by his side and rubbed his shoulders out of comfort.

Ahsoka sighed and winced. She looked at Anakin, who was expressionless. "It's too late. There's nothing that can be done."

"No, No," Voax said. "She isn't dead. She can't be."

"Councillor, I am so sorry," said Temas. "But he's right. There is nothing we can do. We'll take her body and lead you to safety."

"I don't want to be safe." Said Voax. "I'm done now," he said calmly.

He took the knife carelessly and held it by the blade. Its sharp edges cut across Voax's hands, and the red liquid oozed through them. Temas lifted him up, and gently seized away the knife with no resistance. "Can you take Nara's body?" he asked Ahsoka. She nodded.

The Councillor had fainted on Temas' arm as they walked through the fortress outside. "There's no point denying it," the officer said curtly to Ahsoka. "You're Jedi. You have lightsabers. And you're fugitives. You have not helped this situation at all. You had better leave."

We have failed, Ahsoka knew, as she thought. She heard Anakin's footsteps behind.

Curiously, Anakin looked at the child in Ahsoka's arms. Padme is carrying one; if it's a girl, she will grow to be just like this… But I cannot allow this to happen to her.