She was brought by the Priestesses from the Scatter. She didn't want to come and they were being more vague than usual, but she was curious. They had told her an old friend needed her help. An old friend, all of her friends were dead and one with the force now. She saw a man in the distance, tall with broad shoulders and dark hair. From this distance she couldn't tell much more than tall, dark, and very nude. He was much to young to be anyone from her past. She closed her eyes and reached out with the force. The planet was almost overwhelming and she was having a hard time getting his signature. She could feel darkness and also light, but she couldn't tell if it were from the man or the planet itself. She knew that the force would be no help, she would need to actually see who this guy was.
She walked with confidence but very carefully towards the man, he had not seen her and she did not want to startle him. She wasn't sure what he would do if caught unaware, but she knew that he had no weapons, there was nowhere to hide one. He still hadn't seen her, or felt her so she cleared her throat. "Ahem."
Startled he did jump and turn around, she had to turn her head away as not to see his front side nude as well. She took off her cloak and held it out for him, peeking to see if he would take it. She tried not to see to much but started to blush as she saw everything. He was pure muscle, pure man, large everywhere, and she meant everywhere. She felt a flutter deep below her belly which embarrassed her even further. "Please cover yourself. I don't think I can talk to you while you are naked." She said looking back at the ground.
The cloak was ripped out of her hands, she had peeked again and noticed the man had turned around trying to put the cloak on but it was too small for his large frame. She watched as her wrapped it around his mid-section covering as much as he could. She turned around to face the man and finally got a good look at him. His dark eyes were confused and he looked completely lost. His dark hair fell over his forehead into his eyes, she could see the tips of his ears poking through his thick wild locks. Fair skin, flawless save birthmarks that dotted his face which didn't take any of his handsomeness, his lips thick and perfectly suited his face. He wasn't handsome in the way most women or men would call someone handsome or sexy, but there was something about him, all his odd features gave him a certain sex appeal.
She still didn't know why the priestesses asked her to come, she didn't know this man, he wasn't an old friend as they had said.
"Who are you?" he asked. She noticed his voice was deep and almost like velvet that wrapped around her. Yes, there was the rest of the package she thought. That voice was what could finally reel you in.
"My name is Ahsoka Tona. Who are you?"
His brow furrowed and anger rippled through him. "I don't know." He answered truthfully.
Ahsoka felt sadness for the man, he was lost, in body and in mind. "How long have you been here?" She asked.
"Forever?" He said shrugging. "It feels like forever. Forever alone, except for the voices in my head."
"Do you remember anything before you came to be here?" She asked, "Do you know how you came to be here?"
He shook his head. "I don't remember anything. I see faces but I can't remember who they are." He sat on the ground, his elbows on his knees and rested his face in his hands. "I think this is my punishment. I think I may of hurt people and this madness I'm suffering from may be my punishment."
Ahsoka sat in front of him trying to catch his eyes, "Why would you think that?"
He looked up and into her eyes, she noticed that they were tearing up. "I remember people, happiness, but then it's overcome by pain, grief, disappointment and fear."
Ahsoka felt a sadness for this man who didn't know who he was. She knew that he was strong with the force, very strong, almost as strong as her old master. She wondered if she could see what he saw or more if she tried. She had never looked into anyone's mind before, and with him shutting his past away from himself she wasn't even sure she could break through a barrier like that. If what he said about himself were true, she wondered if she even wanted to know. What if it were better to not know.
She was deep in thought when he asked, "Can you help me?"
She sighed, it might not even work, "I will try, if not this way I know another way we can look into your past. Take my hands and close your eyes." She told him, holding out her hands. He reached out for her taking her hands into his, they were so much larger than hers she almost felt like a child again. They both closed their eyes and she started meditating, "Let me in, don't fight me. Let me see what you've seen. Let me hear what you've heard. Let me feel what you feel." She said in a soothing voice. She was trying to get into his head but it was a trap made of Durasteel and locked tight. "Open yourself to me, I will not hurt you, I don't want to hurt you." She then heard a whisper in her head 'It's Ben."
Suddenly it felt like something was ripping through her own head, she tried to stop it, tried to let go of his grip, but he held tighter, and she could feel him in her own conciousness, rummaging through her memories. He was seeing memories she didn't want to remember. Her being expelled from the Order, having to fight for her life during order 66 against her friends, against Rex and the other clone troopers she fought beside. When she was turned to the darkside by the son and had to fight her master and his master, when she died on Mortis. He saw the pain she went through when she learned that her master had become the most feared man in the galaxy and when they had battled. "BEN STOP! PLEASE!" She screamed.
She felt him leave her mind violently and fell from the pain and the emotions. The pain in her head felt as if she were hit by a speeder, her eyes felt like they were going to pop. Tears were streaming down her face from both the pain and the emotions that ran through her.
"Ahsoka! I'm so sorry. I don't know how I did that. I don't know…." Ben told her crawling over to her.
He put his hand on her shoulder and she jerked away. "Don't touch me!" She snapped. She laid on the ground covering her face crying in her hands. It was all to much at once, to many memories, and none of the good ones. She couldn't even remember any of the good memories she had at the moment.
Ben backed away from her, he was scared for her, he had seen, heard, and felt everything. He wanted to comfort her, she had tried to help him and he ended up hurting her, hurt her deeply, even if it were unintentional. "I'm a monster aren't I?" He said to no one in particular. He felt he must be. All his dreams, memories, whatever they were, were of nothing but pain, and now he had hurt the only person he had seen in forever. Someone who seemed to only be genuinely trying to help him. This is why he was in this wasteland alone, because he truly was a monster.
"No Ben, I don't think you are a monster, I just think you are lost." Ahsoka said sitting up and wiping the tears from her face. "What I was doing just backfired on me. I had never done it before and apparently I'm not as good as seeing into others minds as you are." She said trying to smile. He just stared at her, disappointment and sadness written on his face. "But at least we learned your name." She put her hand on his. She knew that it wasn't his fault, it must have been a skill he possessed before he came to the Wellspring, and also knew she should never try that particular skill again. "Ben, we've got to get you out of here and I can only think of one place to find your past. But first, we must find you something to wear." She said getting to her feet and reaching down offering him her hand.
Ben did not take her hand but stood up beside her and looked down at his naked chest. "Something in black I think." he said. Ahsoka raised her brown at him. Ben shrugged, "I just think it would be my color."