Victims: aren't we all? - Eric Draven/The Crow
Ahsoka: Ok, GhostFang made a mistake. GruffMage7653, Fangrl, and JayFan67 were not the first ones to read the story, but they were the first to review.
Tracer: Yeah. They're pretty nice, but uh, hey… do you like the TV show Supernatural?
Ahsoka: Um…yeah you'd have to be a dumbass to not like it.
Tracer: I know right. Do you like the game Overwatch?
Ahsoka: Do you?
Tracer: YES! It is my game after all. Anyway, I got a question for every story writer out there. Uh… What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Ahsoka: TRACER! You can't just say that to the audience! *Said through clenched teeth*
Tracer: Well come on! I'm sure that these people like both of those things and NO ONE has made a Supernatural/Overwatch crossover.
Ahsoka: Well that's not going to last.
Tracer: …What?
Ahsoka: GhostFang was thinking, THINKING, about making a story like that, but all he's got is the description though. Here, I'll leave that description at the end of the story and let the people decide.
Tracer: Ok. Can't wait.
Ahsoka: Alright, ON WITH THE STORY!
Three weeks. Three force damn weeks. That's how long it's been since Ahsoka died, and Anakin hasn't gotten over it. And he isn't the only one. Sure Obi-wan was depressed the first week, but he managed to bounce back like he always does. The same could not be said about Padme. She and Ahsoka had become best friends the day they met, and she could barely think without seeing Ahsoka in the same room as her. She thought she was losing her mind. Anakin… was no better. In fact… he was worse.
Anakin, at the moment, was in Padme's apartment. Just sitting on the couch staring off into the distance of Coruscant. He and Padme had just got back from Naboo. It's not easy stopping a war between the Gungans and the Naboo. Especially when Dooku was there.
Anakin then looked to the small object on the table in front of him. Ahsoka's lightsaber. He still kept it, and sometimes he would take it on a mission with him and use it to brake some droids. He closed his eyes and remembered all the times they had.
The good: "Race you to the top." "I'll give you a head start." "Your mistake!"
The bad: "Grate! You woke the baby!" "I'm a little busy here!"
And the downright snippy: "Stop calling me that! You're stuck with me, Skyguy." (AT/N: All underlined content are memories and flashbacks. Also I chose those moments from the Clone Wars movie was because they were the first ones that came to mind.)
He wanted her back. He wanted the person that he thought of as a daughter, a sister even, back in his life. But… she was gone… forever. He sensed a sadness take a seat next to him and knew that his secret wife, Padme, had walked into the room. She laid her head down on his chest as he opened his eyes. He felt her sadness rise and his shirt start to get a little wet. He followed her gaze and it landed on the lightsaber of the fallen padawan. He knew that she couldn't look at it without crying uncontrollably. But, the damage was done now.
Luckily, however, his communicator went off and it distracted the both of them from the lightsaber. Anakin turned it on and heard Rex's voice. "General, we have another assignment."
"Again? This is like, what, the fifth assignment this week alone?" He said in frustration. He knew why the council kept giving him these extra missions, he wasn't blind. They said it was just to keep him busy, but he knew it was just to keep his mind off of Ahsoka's death.
"Sorry sir. But General Windo—" Rex started, but was cut off by Anakin.
"I know, I know. What's the mission?" He asked.
"It seems the Separatist have built a base on the planet Kashyyyk. We are to assist General Luminara and the 41st Stormtrooper Legion in capturing it." Rex replied. Separatist. That's a name that Anakin hates. He could feel a strong hatred coming from Padme. She had gained the same feelings about the Separatist as he did, but she still didn't think fighting was the solution.
Anakin sighed. "Alright. I'll be right there." He then deactivated hiss communicator. He turned to Padme to tell her that he has to leave. But before he could utter a single word, he felt her lips slam into his as she gave him a deep, passionate kiss.
When their lips parted she looked into his eyes and said, "Make them pay."
He nodded as he stood up and left. But before he stepped into the elevator, he turned around and extended his hand. And through the Force, Ahsoka's lightsaber shot off of the table and went into his hand. Then, he left.
With Padme all alone, she started to silently cry. 3PO was deactivated, so she didn't have to listen to his questions on way she was crying.
But while she was in emotional pain, someone very dark was enjoying the pain that Ahsoka Tano's death brought the Chosen One. It actually helped push his plans along much more than he thought they would. He even thinks that he can accelerate his plans to begin with a Separatist invasion on Coruscant and his 'kidnaping' next month. All it would take now was for Skywalker to kill Dooku and then maybe the death of his secret wife can send him over the edge into the Dark side. Then, and only then... Darth Sidious will have both a new apprentice and the galaxy in the palm of his hands. But for some reason… he couldn't shake the feeling that Ahsoka Tano's story wasn't over.
*Meanwhile on Kashyyyk. Two days later. In Ahsoka's mind.*
Ahsoka's eyes opened with a start. She was laying on her back, and she noticed that she wasn't strapped down to a table. She stood up and looked herself over. She was wearing her normal clothes and not that horrible suit. She looked around the black void that she stood in the middle of. Or, at least she thinks she's standing in the middle of it. There was nothing for miles, or was it yards, maybe the end of this void was only ten feet away?
But then, she saw something. Something, or someone, was coming towards her. She squinted to try and see who it was, then she could see clearly that it was a clone trooper, a pilot. When he came closer, Ahsoka couldn't believe who it was. It was "A-Axe?"
There was no doubt, this was in fact the same clone that died when she led a squadron against the Separatist blockade over Ryloth. Even with his helmet on, he didn't look to happy. "I trusted you. I put my life in your hands and you let me, an entire squadron, and a cruiser die." He paused for a brief moment for his words to take their effect on Ahsoka, to let her know that he blamed her for his death. "How could you?" He whispered, it was loud enough for her to hear it.
"It's her nature." A female voice said.
Ahsoka turned around and standing there was "Kalifa?" She looked the same as when they first met.
Kalifa had a look of anger across her face. "People die around you Ahsoka. Don't you see that? Where ever you go, someone ends up dead… Because they trusted you." After she said that, people started to appear around her. A lot were clones, and others… were different.
There was Master Piell, Echo, Tucker, Slammer, and a lot of others (mostly clones). They all looked pissed. They started to say some mean things to her like, "You're the reason this happened to me" or "I trusted you" or even "I'm dead because of you", it went on for a few seconds which felt like hours for Ahsoka. Then they started yelling these things at her.
She couldn't take it anymore, tears began to build in her eyes and one or two slid down her face. She couldn't handle this, most of these people were her friends and the way they were talking, yelling at her… she just wanted to do the same thing when some bullies in the temple made fun of and hurt her for not being as strong as them before she was assigned to Anakin… runaway to a secluded area and just cry her heart out. She tried to run and push her way through the crowd, but she was violently pushed back down. She didn't feel any pain when she hit the ground… well, physical pain at least. For her heart shattered like glass. She couldn't hold the tears at bay anymore. She cried and cried as loud as she could. Once in a while, in between sobs she would scream, "ITS N-NOT MY F-FAULT! *sob/sniffle* I'M S-SORRY!"
"NOT SORRY ENOUGH!" Kalifa screamed as she kicked Ahsoka in the side of the stomach.
She couldn't take it anymore, she just couldn't take it anymore. If she had her lightsabers with her right now, she would use them to kill herself just to make them stop. She slowly looked up and standing there was Dooku, Ieross, Ventress, and a Zabrak she believed was known as Savage Opress. The only four dark siders she's seen (she's seen Savage from a hologram that showed the results of his first mission on Eedit).
"They don't care about you." Ventress said.
"They don't need you." Savage growled.
"They don't want you." Ieross sneered.
Ahsoka felt broken. She started to feel abandoned. She never thought that she would be forgotten by the Republic, by the entire Jedi order. THAT… that, really pushed her.
"But… you are always wanted by the Dark Side." Dooku said. But at the end of his sentence, his voice took a more dark and demonic tone. That's when he appeared. A Pau'an wearing red and black clothes. Ahsoka's eyes widened and she rubbed a bite mark on her arm.
"You are wondering how I'm here. Well, when I bit you, I didn't just put the dark side in you. I put a small, little piece of me in there as well. I'm not something these little, 'nanobots', are creating to deceive you." The Son, crouched down so he was at eye level with her and whispered, "I. Am. Real." He stood up and extended his hand out, waiting for her to take it. "The darkness awaits." Slowly, but surly, her hand started to slowly reach out to take his. She knew that the second she touched his hand, she would be consumed by the dark side. She was inches, centimeters, from taking his hand and becoming one with the dark si—
"Enough!" Everybody except for Ahsoka and The Son all disappeared and standing there, behind Ahsoka was The daughter. Ahsoka has a pretty good idea on how she was here. 'Same as The Son, except she gave her life force to save me.' Ahsoka thought. "You will NOT pull her into the dark side."
"It is not your choice to make! It's hers." The Son said, pointing at The daughter then at Ahsoka, just to make his-his point. The daughter looked at the frightened padawan that she gave the very last of her life for and gave her a reassuring smile before she sent a glare at her brother.
"Well. Perhaps she needs guidance from… someone else." The Son must have known who she was talking about because he sent her a glare before they both disappeared into a fog of light and dark. Ahsoka slowly stood up and looked around. She began to hear footsteps, yet she saw no one. She turned around 360 degrees and finally spotted someone walking towards her.
He was human. A brown hood covering his eyes, a brown cape just as long as Barris' cape was draped over his shoulders, grey chest armor, brown sleeves, black boots, brown pants and a brown kama, but what caught Ahsoka's attention was a lightsaber attached to his belt. When he was three feet away from her he looked up. Ahsoka looked into his soft brown eyes and felt safe.
He gave her a warm smile, wiped away a stray tear that was on her cheek and said, "Ahsoka. You're so beautiful… just like her." That voice! It's the same one she heard in the lab. The same one that told her not to give in to her hatred and need for vengeance against Dooku. (AT/N: Reread the first chapter if this doesn't make sense to you.) Then, just like The Son and The Daughter, he vanished. Ahsoka didn't want him to leave. How did he know her name? What did he mean by 'just like her'? Just like who? Who was he? And why does she automatically trust him?
"No. No, WAIT! WAIT, DON'T GO! PLEASE! WHO ARE YOU?! PLEASE COME BACK!" Ahsoka started to run in a random direction until she tripped over her own feet. She sat up and hugged her knees and started to cry. She doesn't know how long she cried. Minutes? Hours? She didn't know. She was all alone.
That's when she heard his voice. "Ahsoka." She looked up at the sky as if he was flying.
"D-Dent?" She asked in hope.
"Ahsoka, if you can hear me, hang in there… We've got company." He said. Ahsoka looked confused. 'C-company?' she thought to herself. Then she heard blaster fire.
*Meanwhile in the real world*
Anakin was slashing at droid after droid with both his lightsaber and Ahsoka's lightsaber. He had a pretty simple fight pattern. Block, dough, attack, repeat. Rex was on his right with Master Luminara and her padawan Barriss on his left. They were making their way to the center room. The 501st and the 41st Stormtrooper Legion were all destroying the battle droid manufacturing machines.
Battle droids don't usually think, but if there was one thought on their minds right now it was 'Why did Dooku tell Ieross that he didn't need to be here anymore?'
They made their way down the hall and to a set of doors. Anakin could sense a familiar presence on the other side. He groaned and used a powerful Force push which sent the doors flying and destroying three super battle droids, the fourth was shot by Rex and two other clones that came. The two extra clones ran into the room and grabbed both of Dr. Nuvo vindi's arms. Anakin and Luminara approached the good doctor while Barriss looked around.
"Well, well, well. Let me guess. Naboo let you out on parole, right?" Anakin joked. He wasn't in a good mood, but he always found the time to tell one, maybe two puns a day. Vindi only smirked at him. 'You have noking to vorry about.' He thought to himself.
Barriss continued to look at all the tech and machinery. Then, she heard something moving around behind one of the ridiculously big computer. She activated her lightsaber and charged whatever it was. She then pointed the tip of the blade at a B1 battle droid with a small dent in its head. "PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME!" It screamed. She was about to take this droids head off, but… something in the back of her mind just told her not to. So she grabbed it by the arm and pulled/dragged it to Masters Skywalker and Luminara. When they saw her coming, the masters looked confused and the doctor looked socked then mad as hell.
"Masters. I found this droid behind one of the monitors. I was going to destroy it but… it feels as if the Force doesn't want me to." Barriss said.
"I feel it to." Luminara said.
"Well, I don't. I say we just brake this thing like all the others." Anakin said. The droid backed up into the wall behind it. Now Vindi was scared. Scared because they were SO close to discovering his secret lab.
"W-wa-wait wait. Y-you don't have to destroy me. I-I know somethings. Like a BIG secret this place has." The droid begged. Now Vindi was terrified of them finding the lab, and his little science far project.
"Troopers take the doctor away." Anakin said. The clones nodded and took Vindi to a cell on the Resolute. Anakin turned back to the droid. "What secret?" the droid said nothing, it just slowly pulled a lever down and the secret door opened.
"There will be two commando droids at the end of the hall. I suggest using a droid pumper to take care of them." It told them. Anakin nodded to Rex and he threw a droid pumper down the hall. After a few seconds, they all (Dent included) went down to the room on the other side of the door.
When they went through the door, there, in the middle of the room, was a young Togruta girl on an operating table. The armor she was wearing was… horrific. Her hands were covered in a black, leather glove gauntlet, with long, sharp, metal claws on each of the fingertips. There were tan metal shoulder pads, a silver metal rib like chest plate, a tan metal helmet with a T shaped visor like a Mandalorian helmet, all the other clothes were made of ether black or grey skin tight leather, multiple belts, and black armored boots, and a black skirt that reached from her waist to her ankles.
"W-what is this thing?" Master Luminara asked. Barriss picked up a datapad and started reading what was on it. Anakin walked over to the right side of the operating table to take a closer look at who, or what, she was. He just didn't notice her finger start to twitch.
Barriss was half way done reading the datapad. It told what Dooku had planned for her. Something about her being the first Jedi hunter? The word, Inquisitor showed up a few times so it must be what she's called. But then, she found a name. A name that made her eyes widen. It was the name of a dead girl, back from the grave. "Masters!" She almost screamed. Both masters looked at her. "This girl is—" Barriss never got to finish that sentence. The girl's hand shot off of the table so fast and so powerful that she broke the restraint on her wrist. She grabbed Anakin's cybernetic hand with her own.
Anakin got startled and was about to defend himself until the girl said, "Master. Help me." Then, she fell unconscious. Anakin was the most shocked in the entire room. The voice was distorted, but Anakin would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Sir?" Rex asked in an attempt to snap him out of it.
"I want her in the med bay of the Resolute, now! And take this droid to the detention center for interrogation!" Anakin yelled. Rex did so without question. He's heard of the phrase 'hell have no fury like a woman scorned'. Well, he's come up with a phrase himself: 'hell is not as scary as a pissed off General Skywalker'.
Anakin didn't know how. But one thing was certain…
Ahsoka is alive.
AT/N: And cut.
Tracer: Alright, yeah, description for Overwatch/Supernatural crossover story. Now.
AT/N: Alright, alright, alright, yeesh. And people say I'm bossy. *Tracer sends her a look.*
What if when Amara cast Lucifer out of Castiel's vessel, he was sent to a different universe? Now in a vessel that he doesn't remember getting permission to possess, he has to live in the world of Overwatch. But what will he do? Will he help people and be the angle he was meant to be? Or will this new world burn? Watch out Overwatch and Talon, you never know what side he'll choose.
AT/N: Alright, that's the description. Now, Tracer will you please do the disclaimer?
Tracer: Sure. "Please review with feedback and constructive criticism, and also comment on whether or not GhostFang should make that Overwatch/Supernatural crossover story. And if you say no, then I suggest that YOU try to make something like that."
AT/N: Wow. That was pretty good.
Tracer: Thanks. *snaps fingers* Oh, almost forgot again. *picks up a Santa hat off of the floor and puts it on Ahsoka's head* Merry Christmas everybody!
AT/N: *chuckles* Yeah, Merry Christmas. Alright, Bye.
Tracer: See ya.