Author's Note: Remember those 'jaw-dropping moments' I promised a while back? Well, here's one of them...


-Chapter 92: The Fire Inside-

Location: Charros IV

"The greatest potential often lies within the most unlikely."

The scream that filled his audio receptors caused him obvious, physical pain as he flinched in time with the high-pitched screech from his overloading comms and the woman responsible.

"Banshee? Talk to me, you alright?" Wraith called, dialing back the volume output while desperate for a painkiller. After a brief moment of silence, an out-of-breath Banshee responded,

"Apologies sir... I, um, guess I got carried away."

"You aren't hurt?" Wraith wondered.

"No. I'm on the offensive right now." She explained. The few details available suggested that shriek was her variation of a war cry or maybe even just something she did to scare Clones.

Not unlike a real banshee.

"I see." He slowly replied. "Next time you do that, switch off your comms." His ears were still ringing.

"Understood sir." She quickly affirmed. "Are you alright?"

"What? I can't hear you!" Wraith loudly replied with much exaggeration. Banshee laughed.

"Good to know, sir." She replied between chuckles. Wraith chuckled himself as he bolted towards a squad of Clones.

Pistols drawn, he gunned down two with headshots as one whirled around to face him. He put an end to him with three rounds to the gut and then spun his pistol 'round and pressed it against the Clone's chin, pulling the trigger seconds later. A rush of adrenaline filled him as he charged ahead, gunning down Clones as he went on the attack, the jump jets in his boots propelling him forward to deliver a massive kick that shattered a Clone's armor as well as his ribcage. He blitzed them with pistol fire, scorch marks littering the bodies that fell before him. The grey-painted Clones were decimated one by one, Wraith relishing each moment of the fight.

It felt good to be back on the battlefield!


Ahsoka closed her eyes and counted to ten. Everything would be fine. She was a Jedi, Jedi did not give in to passions. She knew they existed and knew what they felt like, but ultimately refused to be ruled by them, as was her training.

It was one of those days when everyday activities simply got... harder to do. Her mind felt fuzzy, hazed-over by latent sensations and emotions

It was wrong... but it felt good.

She could keep it down and bottled up when she was with others, especially her master and fellow Jedi. She had to, lest they sense what she was feeling and she receive another scolding or reprimand for it. They were thoughts that were very unbecoming for a Jedi, she knew that much, others had told her so.

But Wraith... Seeing him, talking to him... simple things were bringing out a whole other side of her that she was trying desperately to keep under wraps. They were things she'd been trying to supress since she became a teenager, thoughts and feelings that came with regular bouts with 'the Urge'. It was the time in a Togruta's lifecycle when she began to desire one thing: to find a mate. But as a Jedi, it became something hated, something that threatened to ruin her shot at becoming a Jedi Knight. Shaak Ti referred to it as her 'Trial of the Flesh', something that if she were to beat would bring her one step closer to being a full-fledged Jedi.

It was an exciting prospect, but first she had to get there... and that seemed impossible.

The passions that came with Togrutan adolescence were demanding and unforgiving and Ahsoka had learned to equate many of the things she felt to the Urge. She hadn't really been into boys growing up, maybe the odd one here and there she thought to be attractive. Hell, she'd crushed on her own Master for bit, before she was assigned to him. Since then she'd learned to fight back against urges, especially when it came to the men she regularly worked with.

But Wraith... The Wraith... He was a different case entirely.

Even at the thought of seeing him, Ahsoka could feel her knees grow weak, her head swimming as she lost coherence, and the absolute rush of pure, overwhelming need that filled her was simply merciless against her defences. She knew what she had to do, but it was so hard to focus on the Code when it felt like she was burning up on the inside. Every time she saw him, thought about him, the mere sight of him was enough to stoke the fire within her. Like when that one connection opened up to reveal Wraith in the shower-

No. Oh no, no no no, she did not need that memory. Not now.

She did her best to shrug off the thought, moving forwards despite her legs feeling significantly weaker now.

Ahsoka had been temporarily assigned to Plo Koon while Anakin was recovering, and the 104th Battalion was on Charros IV as part of an effort to try and destroy the Separatist's Vulture droid manufacturing plants as well as the headquarters of Haor Chall Engineering, a notable Confederate company. Separatist forces had already made landfall and were moving to intervene. Ahsoka just needed to clear her head, get lost in the fighting. Surely that would make for a nice quick fix. She could forget about everything...


You would think that being in the middle of a firefight would focus your mind and remove any and all distractions that might've presented themselves beforehand. Unfortunately for Ahsoka, that was not the case.

The sweltering, overpowering haze of the Urge had forced her to divert away from the battle and ask Plo for an advanced recon assignment, and to do it solo. Fortunately, Master Plo had agreed (possibly because he had sensed her troubles) and sent her on her way to scout out a distant plateau the Separatists were defending. Charros was a world of greenery and rocky cliffs, each level continuing a sloped plateau that offered the Separatists a major advance as they could shoot down on the advancing Clones. These defences stood between them and Haor Chall's plant, and now it was up to her to figure out just how well fortified the droids were.

But she intended to do more than that. Ahsoka knew she needed to center herself, pull her mind out of the thick haze the Urge was trying to trap her in. She just needed a moment. A quick breather to calm down and sort herself out. That's why she'd ducked behind a wall of rock, out of sight of anybody and closed her eyes to simply breathe.

"There is no passion. There is serenity." She repeated, turning that portion of the Jedi Code into her temporary mantra. She could really go for some serenity right now and dipped into the Force to let it's presence fill her and push out all the emotions she was feeling. It started to work, blissful nothingness consuming her consciousness. But then she felt a heat. Not like the needy, all-consuming heat she'd been feeling before. This was a casual warmth, radiating through the Force. It was a presence, and a very familiar one. Her eyes snapped open as she put two and two together. "Oh no." She quietly groaned.

He was here.

She quickly tried to focus, tried to concentrate and regain that aura of peace, but her emotions were starting to overwhelm her. Just the thought of being close to him was enough to ignite the spark she'd been desperately trying to quench. The moment he rounded the corner and revealed himself to her in full armor, Ahsoka felt foggy and weaken-kneed all over again.

"Fancy finding you here." He greeted, retracting his mask to reveal a smile that was completely innocent, yet looked totally alluring to Ahsoka.

"Yeah, h-hey." She quickly replied, trying to keep her composure. "I, uh, I heard you were here. That Banshee too." She continued, clearing her throat. He chuckled, a deep noise that Ahsoka almost whimpered at.

"Indeed. So I'd imagine the reason you're here is to put a stop to our operations. Am I right?" He asked, leaning against the rock face. She nodded, hoping her expression was not belying her inner torment.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to blow up your defences. And I'm guessing you're trying to stop us?" She replied, trying to sound like her usual, perky self.

"I am said-defences. So I guess you'll just have to blow me up." He replied in a flirtatious manner that caused a shiver to roll through her spine. It was something she tried desperately to hide, but he took note of the obvious shift in her demeanor. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah! Totally! Never been better!" She quickly stated. But despite her external show of confidence, Wraith could tell that something was off and that her words were but a smokescreen to hide something far more real.

"Right... I'm just going to ignore these biometric readings that are fluctuating worse than my hyperdrive after six consecutive jumps." He sarcastically responded.

"W-What're you doing scanning me anyway?" Ahsoka promptly demanded, mostly out of fear of getting found out.

"Well, when I noticed something was most definitely wrong, I wanted to make sure." Wraith told her. "So, what's got your tails all tangled?" He pried. Ahsoka knew she was trapped but was adamant to remain silent. She couldn't tell her boyfriend about what was going on, she just couldn't! So she moved and sat on a small rock, looking conflicted and strained. "Is it the depression again?" He wondered, sounding concern. It was sweet of him to care, it really was. But Ahsoka wasn't sure- "You're generating an awful lot of body heat, more than usual." He continued, and Ahsoka knew she'd been found out.

"I'm, uh... I-I'm just having one of those... d-days." She finally admitted.

"When things are stressful?" He wondered. He could say that again.

"Like my head is stuck in the thickest nebula you've ever flown through." She described. "Like my feet are stuck in wet permacrete and I've got a fifty-pound weight tied around my waist." That really was how she felt... but so much more. Wraith slowly put things together and, his prior knowledge solidifying the fact with a neat little bow, he came to a conclusion.

"Ah... that feeling that just wells up in the pit of your stomach. A heat that grows hotter and hotter the more you focus on it." He mused aloud, putting the pieces together. Ahsoka nodded. There were the other sensations also, like the buzzing between her legs and the tingly feeling in her montrals. All of it was so distracting and completely unnecessary, in her opinion, but it was how her body indicated change. "You're in heat." Wraith pointedly stated. Ahsoka nodded in embarrassment, a blush settling over her cheeks as she sat alone with her boyfriend. Slipping off his helmet, Wraith realized he was in uncharted territory he'd have to navigate. He'd never been with Ahsoka when she was in the middle of hormonal changes. He had to wonder if this meant a total shift in her personality. She seemed weaker and distracted and in need of help. Maybe she would be like one of those desperate academy girls who were rabidly into boys-

No... that was stupid. Ahsoka was mature, a real woman despite her age. She wasn't a dim-witted, sex-starved teen for Force sake! She was a fighter, struggling to push past the weight of the universe that had been unfairly thrust upon her not-yet-ready shoulders.

And damn him to the lowest pit of the afterlife if he didn't treat her like one.

He would treat her with care and respect, show compassion and kindness whenever possible, and offer his assistance for whenever she needed it. "How are you doing?" He wondered.

"I've... been better." Ahsoka quietly replied. She turned to look at him, which proved to be a mistake. A soft breeze causing his long auburn hair to sway in a unintentionally hypnotic fashion that threatened to draw her in closer to his handsome features. He really did look perfect to her, and that was an unfortunate problem right now. "Certainly more... y-you know..."

"Easily aroused?" He theorized, hazarding a guess. Ahsoka nodded, blushing furiously now. "I'm guessing it would be a bad idea to kiss you then."

"It's bad enough that you're here..." She quietly admitted.

"I'm that potent, am I?" Wraith teasingly wondered with a chuckle. "My apologies. Is there anything I can do to compensate?"

"I-I don't know..." She stammered. Deeply wishing to help his girlfriend, Wraith started to ponder options to try and help relieve the stress of her predicament.

"Maybe try getting it out in the open," he suggested, taking a seat beside her and setting his helmet on the ground, "what do you think of when you see... me?" He wondered. Ahsoka blanched, a dozen impure thoughts crossing her mind.

"Oh... w-well..." was all she could muster in the moment. Trying to regain a sense of clarity, the Togruta struggled against the overpowering emotions that swept through her. "I... I-I want to... do... things... with you." She managed to say, vehemently forcing herself to not ramble and use every dirty word in her head.

"Things." Wraith repeated, actually smirking a little. "What kind of 'things'?" He pried, having a very strong idea just what 'things' she was thinking. Ahsoka swallowed nervously.

"Y-You know... th-th-things..." She repeated. She wasn't sure if she had the courage to form descriptive sentences, let alone what it took to use the words she'd heard others use. All she knew about sex and sexuality came from health lectures on reproduction and the odd item or two she'd researched in the archives and had heard from other Padawans trying to sound grown-up and worldly. But a lot of what was covered sounded... pretty good right now.

"I think I understand." Wraith agreed with that same knowing smile. His very appearance was enough to drive her mad with need, the ache more intense than ever now that there was a physical presence to ascribe to it.

"Honestly Wr-Wraith... I-I don't think you ever could help." She admitted in a stammer.

"True. I'm no Togruta, therefore I will never know the Urge." He spoke with a nod, "At the same time, I'm also no Jedi, and I'm therefore able to freely deal with any sexual tendencies that might arise." He countered. Ahsoka arched a brow marking.

"And how do you... deal with them?" She wondered, forcing herself to use the word.

"Honestly, I don't." He admitted. Leaning forward with his hands folded together, he stated in a lower more sincere tone, "My body's physicality was somewhat rushed, puberty passing in a fortnight due to my accelerated physiology. I can kind of relate to what you're going through, but my experience was rather... limited." Ahsoka felt like she was learning about his own awkward secret. "Any sort of, shall we say 'hormonal thoughts', came to me much later in life. Like my physiology was trying to catch up with my physicality."

"So... h-how do you handle it?" Ahsoka asked, now quite intrigued despite the semi-awkward nature of the topic.

"I made a vow," Wraith explained, "I'm saving myself... hopefully for you." That caused Ahsoka to pause and realize that Wraith had approached this far differently. While she wanted them gone, he had chosen to stifle them until a more appropriate time in the future. That gave her something to think about... but not before the notion of spending the night with him returned her to her original sorry state prior to embarking on this recon mission.

"C-Can I go back to meditating? That was w-working before." She told him, not trying to be rude but really struggling with basic coherency right now.

"Right, good idea. Sorry I interrupted." Wraith apologized as he picked himself up and made to leave. "I suppose I'll see you soon, my dear." He offered, throwing his helmet back on. Ahsoka did not respond as he disappeared back towards his lines, breathing a sigh of mixed relief and exasperation. In the moment she felt torn between indulging every naughty thought she could conjur while also struggling to calm herself down and not do anything about it.

Battlefields had nothing on this.

"Kriff me... I hate this! I hate everything about this Urge!" She swore, frustration finally setting in.


Returning to the Separatist line with his helmet on, Wraith's mind lingered for a moment longer on Ahsoka. He certainly hoped she'd be alright. Poor thing seemed to be in absolute shambles after their conversation. This whole 'Urge' really seemed to do a number on her.

Still, it did feel good to see her again.

It had only been a handful of days since their first date and Wraith had to admit he felt somewhat stronger when in her presence. There was something about Ahsoka as a person that just drew him to her, something about her he couldn't quite figure out but knew with all his heart existed and was likely unique to him. Maybe this was how it felt to be head over heels in love, or maybe it was just some euphoric dopamine rush he got whenever he saw her. Whatever it was, he kept it to himself, especially when Banshee called.

"Wraith, the Kel Dor Jedi is leading his forces up the cliff paths. They'll hit our defensive lines like a battering ram." She reported. Wraith processed the information as he mapped out the terrain in his head. Haor Chall's plant lay at the top of some of the highest-elevated land around, on a flat cliffside plateau at the foot of one of Charros' many mountains. It was ray shielded and the only way up was through a wide, winding, grassy path that had formed in the cliffs which was heavily defended by multiple droid barricades. But at the bottom, the sheer drop off the cliff was far more apparent, leading to a rocky forest below. If Koon was just at the foot of the path, he and his Wolf Pack would encounter the first barricade just at the edge of this winding path.

"Then I suppose we'll just have to hit back." Wraith responded, formulating a plan. "Divert our reinforcements to that first cliff fortification. We'll hit them hard on all sides and try to stall them. If we can get a few Vultures in the air, that might give us an advantage."

"Understood. What are we to do, sir?" Banshee asked in reply.

"You will stay with the main line and try to flank them. I will approach from underside, an angle they'll never expect, and we'll see if we can catch them in pincer." He stated.

"Affirmative." Banshee agreed. Knowing his new course of action, Wraith made for the forest below...

Things had been set in motion. The Battle of Charros IV had begun.


Later...

The droids had plenty of time to bulk up their defences and, even with an armored division, the Clones were having a rough go of it.

Turrets shelled their positions and kept them pinned, Wolffe and his men forced to use rocks and destroyed vehicles as impromptu cover. Ahsoka and Plo stood at the front of the lines, deflecting blaster fire back at the Separtist forces. They'd broken through the checkpoint back on the ground and were now struggling to climb the mountain. The Separatists had planned this out well and hadn't offered the Republic any breathing room.

Her mind zeroed in on combat and the battle, Ahsoka was finally feeling some reprieve. Apparently the stakes just weren't high enough to replace the foggy sensation clouding her mind beforehand. These were and winning the fight was all she could think about.

"Master Plo! We should try to take out their supply route! This line is connected to the one behind it, they're supplying the turret power and energy they need!" The Togruta Padawan suggested loudly over the din of battle.

"No Ahsoka! If we leave our post for a moment, our men will be slaughtered." Plo responded.

"But we have to do something to make those tinnies let up!" She replied. "We can't be stuck here forever!"

"Agreed! Take the right side up and around, try and shut down that turret!" Plo commanded. "We will draw their fire and buy you an opening!"

"On it!" Ahsoka agreed, quickly dashing ahead.

"Commander Wolffe! Maximum fire!" The Kel Dor ordered. Wolfe and his men immediately obeyed, a storm of blue rounds hitting the droid defences.

Ahsoka skirted the cliff at a fast, Force-enhanced sprint, moving faster than any droid could move to try and target her. Leaping well over their defensive walls, her lightsabers carved through machinery and solid durasteel components, shredding the power couplings and cables fuelling the droid turrets, and lopping off a few heads while she was at it. Spearing her lightsabers clean through a power converter, the entire system shorted out with a burst of electrical energy. Some of the B1's struggled to get everything back online, but Ahsoka dealt with them and their assets, effectively destroying the turret. Turning around with a victorious grin, Ahsoka beckoned the Clones onwards.

"Come on, boys! Let's win this!" She called. Plo and Wolffe led the charge, the Kel Dor pausing by the Padawan's side.

"Well done, lil' Soka!" He praised. "Cover our approach, I will deal with the next barricade!" He commanded.

"On it Master Plo!" Ahsoka agreed, feeling fired up and ready to go.

And then Banshee arrived.

The new super-soldier was ruthless and her Shriekburst emitter drove the Clones to their knees, halting their advance as far heavier turrets took up positions behind her. Igniting her lightsabers gauntlet, she charged Plo with a scream as Ahsoka doubled back.

"Die Jedi!" Her blades came crashing into Plo's as the cannons behind her opened fire. Ahsoka wanted to help, but knew the Clones needed her more. Plo would occupy Banshee's attention, she needed to ensure the Clones actually advanced with some level of protection against these new defences.

But as she was moving, a sudden salvo hit the ground not far from her, the ensuing explosion kicking up much dirt and debris as well as knocking Ahsoka off her feet. The ensuing shockwave was enough to cause her to black out and, helpless to save herself, be catapulted off the nearby cliff...


Down on the ground, Wraith was jogging towards the sounds of battle coming from above. It was a bit of extraneous effort, but hopefully he could drive a deep gouge into the Republic's lines by attacking from the cliff they straddled, their side totally exposed to his unexpected attack. Hopefully all would go well...

But destiny had other plans.

The explosion from above drew his attention up to the top of the cliff where he saw a flash of fire and smoke. A body was thrown over the edge of the cliff and came plummeting down in a state of freefall. He scanned over the being through his optics and, to his horror, recognized the headtails and outfit.

"AHSOKA!" He cried, breaking into a desperate sprint as he dashed to save her from what would surely be a fatal landing. But he could not outrun gravity. Ahsoka fell far faster than he could move... there was no way he'd reach her in time. "No! No! NO!" Wraith shrieked, throwing out his arm in mad desperation to try and reach her before he was too late...


In the Jedi Temple...

Master Yoda sat alone on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed as he reached deep into the Force. Suddenly, a strong wave overwhelmed his senses, rippling like a current as an unknown presence was revealed to him. His eyes snapping open, Yoda realized that he had just witnessed something incredible. It did not feel like a usual disturbance in the Force... more like... an addition.

Something... or, someone, had been revealed to him. But the true nature of this remained to be seen...


Aboard the Invisible Hand...

Count Dooku's eyes opened as a strong sensation filled his reaching senses. It felt almost like a vergence in the Force... and yet, there was something unique about it, like one's Force-signature. Such an incredible wave of Force energy, the likes of which he had not even sensed from his master, Darth Sidious. It seemed more akin to his limited experience with the fledgling Skywalker. It was raw, it was mighty, like an unchecked storm of chaotic potential, lashing out without guidance or control.


Elsewhere in the galaxy...

Chancellor Palpatine was alone with his thoughts, contemplating life and the situations before him, when a sudden surge flooded his senses. His gaze perked up, his mind narrowing as he felt out this new rush through the Force. It was powerful, primal and raw, the perfect combination of a being needing to be shaped into a warrior. Somewhere in the galaxy, a Force-sensitive had arrived, one with great potential... something the Sith Lord sought so desperately to control...


Ahsoka's eyes slowly opened with a soft groan. Her body was still recovering from the impact and, testing her senses, she found she could feel herself... but at the same time, she felt nothing. Her tactile senses couldn't read a solid surface anywhere. It was like she was weightless in the air. Her consciousness fully returned and she saw blue sky above, a few sparse clouds dotting the expanse. She saw brown rock and green grass, all of it pristine.

Was this what the afterlife looked like?

No. No, that was the same cliff. She was still on Charros. Overhead, the distant din of battle was obvious. The day was not yet over. So how long had she been out for?

Better yet, how had she survived the fall?

She tried moving and was startled when she did feel the ground, approximately two to three inches beneath her. Her fingers brushed the hard, gravely surface and she realized then and there that she was floating barely a foot off the ground, held in the air by an unseen force...

The Force.

Thinking for a moment that Master Plo had managed to save her before she met an untimely end, Ahsoka looked to her left and right and saw no one. She looked back up and squinted at the ridge of the cliff, seeing no one there either. Then she wondered if it had been something she caused, an instinctive measure of self-protection. She'd done so before on Parnassos when she fell into that pit. But her memories slowly returned and she recalled getting pitched through the air by the explosion and then nothing more. She must've been knocked unconscious and therefore couldn't have caused this, not unless her abilities were greater than she remembered. Thoroughly confused yet ready to praise the Force for a miracle, Ahsoka tentatively placed her weight on her arm, feeling the ground more fully. A distant presence suddenly registered with her returning senses and she made to look behind her, only to be met with a shocking sight that caused her to gasp as her eyes widened in surprise.

There, standing several feet away, was Wraith. His right arm outstretched, his body absolutely rooted to the ground as he stood frozen. Though his face could not be seen, save for his mouth, his expression was enough to indicate his own surprise... and fear.

He was doing this... He was levitating her... The Wraith was using the Force...

At this realization, Ahsoka suddenly felt a new presence awaken through her senses. The heat she'd always felt before Wraith appeared was now amplified tenfold. It was raw, strong and powerful, a kind of potential just waiting to be unleashed. Everything came together in a startling realization that was hard to believe...

The Wraith was Force-sensitive.

Mustering enough to coherence to act, Wraith slowly eased Ahsoka down to the ground before releasing his apprent hold on her. The Togruta climbed to her feet as Wraith turned his hands around to study them, his breath coming in short quick pants as he trembled all over.

How had he done this? All of his life he'd never been able to use the Force, never even knowing what the Force felt like. But then he recalled the time where Voice had mentioned feeling a different presence in his mind and he slowly started to put the pieces together... and a realization dawned on him.

He had felt different after Celanon. His intense outburst at the vision of Ahsoka's death was the Force connecting them, making him realize there was more to his reality. His reaction to her death had unleashed such an emotional outburst that it had been enough to establish his connection to the Force. All this time it had been a part of him, unconsciously acting without his knowledge. When he'd sensed something on Lola Sayu, it had been the Force revealing Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on the transport. When he'd sensed others coming on Takodana, the Force was acting again. The connection he and Ahsoka shared where portals opened to bridge space and time... that was the Force as well.

But only now, in another moment of emotional upheaval, had it decided to reveal itself and manifest... just in time for Wraith to save Ahsoka.

"This... This can't..." He stammered, feeling as though his reality were coming apart under this new revelation. "I can't..." he started, then stopped. The more he focused on the mere notion of his abilities a flood of new sensory inputs flooded his mind. He felt the Force in its entirety, everything it was and everything it had to offer. He felt the lives of those nearby, the Republic troops fighting on the ridge above, even they he could see and feel. "How is this possible...?" He hoarsely asked, fear beginning to consume him. Was he destined to be like Sidious? Was he supposed to be a Jedi? His thoughts grew numerous, so many unknowns plaguing his once simple and controlled existence. Now there was too much and it frightened him. He looked up and saw Ahsoka standing there, looking at him in shock. She too was full of tumultuous thoughts, each one questioning everything. The more she dwelt on the subject, more some things started to make sense.

Every one of his unexplainable actions suddenly became very explainable.

How long had he possessed the Force for? How great was his control over it? Had he subtly been using it this whole time to perform such immense, inconceivable feats? The Jedi part of her questioned what would become of the war now that Wraith, easily one of the most powerful and deadly beings in the galaxy, had control over the Force. The loyal part of her was determined to tell the Jedi and let the Council handle him.

But her true nature, who she was at her core, could sense his fear and anxiety and longed to help him.

"Wraith?" She quietly spoke his name, drawing his attention away from his hands. He looked at her with a distant gaze, his thoughts still shrouded in fear. He could see she wanted to talk, but he didn't know what about. Despite a small part of him that tried to enforce calm, the larger part of him determined he needed to come to term with this. He couldn't talk right now.

He needed to run. Run away.

He did, turning on heel and breaking into a sprint towards the woods. Ahsoka watched him go for a moment, thinking he was panicking, and knew he needed her despite his contrary actions. "Wraith! Wait!" She called after him, gaining speed as her run turned into a sprint, as he disappeared into the forest.


Author's Note: ...What can I say? I've been teasing this for a while...