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We continue where we left Ahsoka, who's in for quite a surprise.
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Ahsoka awoke in a bright room. It must have been midday, by now, for a look through the window - well, actually never mind. She could tell that she was still in the sinkhole. So no sunlight was going to shine through her window today. Even so, she could see a sinkhole filled with darkness yet gleaming with a myriad of lights. Despite her circumstances, Ahsoka couldn't help but admire the sight.
Beautiful.
Then she looked up. There wasn't a single lamp. Instead, a sophisticated glowing pattern covered the ceiling and part of the walls. She followed strings of the pattern for a while then forced herself to stop looking at it and turned her head.
An exquisite grayish carpet extended through all of the otherwise white room. In the middle of the room, there was a small table with two comfortable-looking sofas. Some strange plants of red and blue colors and a couple paintings were all that decorated the place.
Ahsoka liked it. Simple. Bright.
As for herself, she was spreadeagled on top of what felt like a nice, comfortable bed. She took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of an actual bed. Then she realized that she was tied down at her wrists and ankles with a soft rope, which was tied to the four bed posts, and that - surprisingly - held her quite tightly and didn't budge an inch when she tugged on it. Pulling wouldn't break this rope.
Ahsoka looked down on herself and found that her clothes had changed. Instead of her dark grayish-blue vest and tight brown pants, she was now wearing what appeared to be a long white and very soft ... bath robe?
It was absurd. Sure she hadn't had the chance to shower recently, but surely she wasn't abducted just to be bathed? But she had been washed, as her happily tingling skin told her.
She chuckled, but only briefly. Then she blushed as it hit her that whoever bathed her must have also undressed her and seen all of her. Ahsoka shook her head.
Keep your mind here and now, where it belongs, Ahsoka, she reminded herself, then pulled at the ropes again. "Alright, let's see how well you fare against the Force." She said to herself as she began to concentrate on loosening the knots.
But before she could try, though, a door across the room slid open and a woman entered the room. She was of average height, a little taller than Ahsoka, and her skin was creamy white, and her hair was long and of a shade of pure gold. She wore white boots, long white gloves, and an elegant, short white dress... yup, she certainly seemed to like white.
"Well, look who's finally woken up," the stranger greeted her happily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "It's very nice to finally meet you."
Ahsoka was dumbfounded and for a moment, she simply gawked at the stranger whose beautiful bright gray eyes seemed to softly glow, and whose thin lips curled into a soft smile. Ahsoka had wanted to snap at her, but the joy the stranger portrayed seemed so genuine she didn't have the heart to.
"I apologize for the way you were brought here. Seriously, I've told my employees time and again that they..." but then she stopped mid sentence, "Oh well, I suppose it's not everyday that someone crashes into your garage and scare the daylights out of everyone."
"Uhhhhh ...?" Ahsoka sounded out of her open mouth, but couldn't form any words.
The strange woman gasped and her eyes widened, as if she just remembered.
"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? What is your name?"
Ahsoka just laid there and glaring at her before finally answering. "Ahsoka." But then she cursed herself for not using a fake name.
"Ahsoka. Mmm, what a lovely name. I'm Jenna. Jenna Zan Arbor," she stated, as if that explained everything, then curtsied. "You've probably never heard of me, but don't worry." Jenna smiled at the confused Togruta on her bed, "You'll learn much more about me very soon."
She had spoken gently and with a warm voice, yet the way she pronounced 'very' sent shivers down Ahsoka's spine.
"Don't worry so much, darling, I mean you no harm," Jenna claimed.
But she didn't feel any deceit from the woman and decided that she wasn't in immediate danger, she could afford talking to this Jenna.
"Then why am I tied down?"
"Just a slight precaution. I didn't want you leaping at me before I had a chance to explain myself."
Her lips parted for a grin.
"Besides," she added with a strange glint in her eyes before she walked around the bed and look of the window - revealing to Ahsoka that her white dress wasn't covering her wonderful back, "it's much more fun this way, isn't it?"
Wonderful? Beautiful? What's wrong with you Ahsoka? It's true that Jenna seems marvelous, but... shut up, there you go again!
"What do you mean, it's more fun?" Ahsoka asked.
Jenna walked away from the window, dragging a chair behind her, but without her gloves. She then placed the chair next to the bed, and for a moment simply sat in it, and gazed at Ahsoka with her beautiful bright eyes.
"Hm?"
Jenna leaned down to Ahsoka - very close to Ahsoka - and stared into the very depths of Ahsoka's blue eyes. Their lips almost touched and Ahsoka was drowning in a sea of pure silver, and wished that they would.
Before she could tilt her head and let it happen, though, Jenna straightened back up - much to Ahsoka's disappointment.
"You're flushed, but you seem alright to me," she said and grinned. "You're a very naughty girl."
If she had been flushed before, Ahsoka didn't know what she was now. And yet she lacked any rational explanation for her feelings, her ... desire. Something she had only ever felt around one boy.
"Wha- what have you done to me?" Ahsoka asked, trying in vain to calm both her voice and her loudly pounding heart.
"Done to you?" Jenna asked before she chuckled. "Come on, Ahsoka, where's your sense of adventure?" She asked, before she leaned back down to Ahsoka, placing her head to the left of Ahsoka's. "Don't you feel excited?"
Her voice was soft, wrapping itself around Ahsoka like a comfortable blanket.
"E- excited?" Ahsoka repeated, fighting against her sudden dizziness and the urge to rub her head against Jenna's.
"Hm-m," Jenna hummed," for two days you've done nothing but evade clone patrols and now you're tied to a bed in a strange room by a strange girl, who you don't know anything about no what she will do to you, and you are forced to think about something else than how miserable you are. I'd call that exciting, darling."
Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat at that last word, but then she was dumbfounded.
"How..?!"
"Really, Ahsoka, you should know," Jenna said before she straightened back up and sat down in the chair behind a dumbfounded Ahsoka's bed. "The Force is a very convenient ally, after all, isn't it?"
"Wait? What do you know about the Force. You don't feel like a Jedi, or a Sith?"
Jenna's lips curled up into a smile. "That's because I'm not," she said before she opened up a small bottle that flew into her hand, seemingly at will, before pouring its contents into her hands.
Maybe she was Force-sensitive.
"Well my training should keep me immune to whatever Force tricks you've been using." Ahsoka said with confidence.
"They have. Which is why I will be using a more..." Then she rubbed her hands together, spreading whatever she poured into them. "... hands-on approach."
To Ahsoka's surprise, horror and ... delight, Jenna started massaging her lekku.
Togrutan lekku were similar in purpose to those of a Twi'lek and stored some parts of their brains that held memory. To ensure they were handled with proper care, they were very sensitive. Touching them was considered highly erotic amongst the Togrtua people.
"Jenna!"
Ahsoka tried to wiggle free of the tender caress that felt so darn good and made it hard to think straight, but the soft ropes held her firmly in place.
"Please ..."
"Shhhhh, darling," her assailant whispered, "Relax. I know exactly who you are, Ahsoka Tano, formerly of the Jedi Order. We are the same, you and I, which is why I know that after the last couple days, you are in desperate need of a ... comforting presence."
Ahsoka shivered as the nimble white fingers slid down the back of her side lekku and back up on their front.
"Let me be that presence. Let me make you forget your past loneliness."
Jenna's hands slid all the way up Ahsoka's small montrals, briefly massaged their very tips, then down their back on her middle lek.
it felt wonderful. How bad could it be to just relax and let Jenna have her way with her? Wait, she did not just think that, did she? Ahsoka forced herself to fight the pleasurable feeling that was threatening to paralyze her reasoning and the growing urge to just give in, forget all that had worried her since she left the Jedi, and let whatever would happen happen.
"What do you mean, we are the same?"
She gasped as Jenna's skilled fingers explored the folds where her hind lek met her side lekku. Instinctively, she tried to jerk her head away, only to find that the ropes held her tightly and that she was very much at Jenna's mercy.
Jenna noticed, of course, and continued to massage these exact spots mercilessly. Her orange victim gasped and squirmed and twitched, but Jenna never let up.
"Have you ever heard of Arbor Industries?"
"No!" Wailed Ahsoka, more in response to her tormentor's caress then to her question.
"Of course you haven't. It was all covered up by the Jedi and the Republic. There are few who know of it outside of the highest echelons of the Republic, now the Empire. I'm one of them."
Jenna finally moved on to the other parts of her lekku and Ahsoka's twitching started to get less intense.
"You see my parents were both scientists, and they co-founded a company that specialized in creating vaccines for people who were desperately ill."
"Vaccines?"
Jenna slid her hands up Ahsoka's montrals again.
"Yes. At one point, my mother ran a scientific organization. She once created a vaccine that saved an entire world from a pandemic. But then the Clone Wars came. My parents were took up with the Separatist cause. My father was a soldier, and my mother developed bio-weapons for the Confederacy, like the one used on the Gungun moon of Ohma-D'un. And all the while their poor teenage, secretly force-sensitive daughter, had to make due with all the loneliness. THen, one day, the Republic found the facility, and in the ensuing raid, Clones and Jedi came in and attacked the facility. My father was killed leading the CIS defense, while my mother tried to destroy her lab and flee to Separatist space with her research, but before she could take me with her, the Jedi got to her first, and when she threatened to release a vile of her poison, the clones gunned her down, and the Jedi used the force to catch it. I can remember the Jedi who spoke to me afterward. A beautiful girl, wearing a purple hood, a black body-suit, and a dark, flowing skirt, which contrasted with her beautiful green skin. She told me that she was sorry, and that she hoped that the Force would be with be from now on. After that, I took some of my family's fortune and came down here."
Had she been feeling normally, Ahsoka would have cringed at the tragic story, especially when she heard that Barriss Offee had a part in this story. But thanks to Jenna, though, she wasn't feeling normal and most of her thoughts were about Jenna. Beautiful Jenna. Why was she filling her mind with sad tales, and why did her hands feel so nice?
"And ever since I left my parents, I've been down here in sorrow, with an unquenchable thirst," Jenna continued and tickled the tips of Ahsoka's montrals. "If left unsatisfied, it will never be more than that."
It felt good, but faint. Ahsoka stretched herself, hoping that it would make Jenna massage her more thoroughly.
"I'm glad that you gave me a little taste, darling. But once I've had my first taste..."
Jenna slid her hands a bit lower, assaulting the larger part of Ahsoka's montrals with a pleasant feeling and Ahsoka happily rubbed her head in Jenna's hands.
" ... I will want more."
Her hands slid lower.
"And more."
Lower.
"Until finally..."
Ahsoka closed her eyes and prepared herself for what had to come next.
Ever so slowly, Jenna's fingers crept closer and closer to the spots that until moments ago, Ahsoka had not even known were the most sensitive on her lekku.
"Please dnh-"
Jenna's fingers slipped into the folds where her lekku joined and for a moment, Ahsoka could do nothing but gasp while waves of pleasure threatened to drown her.
"... it spins completely out of control," Jenna finished her sentence.
Ahsoka wanted to struggle but the ropes didn't allow her. She could do nothing but toss her head left and right, trying in vain to escape the pleasurable tickling. But then, Jenna let go of her lekku, walked to the other side of the bed and ... crawled up?!
She felt the white woman slide up between her spread legs, up her belly, up her breasts until finally, their eyes were aligned.
Jenna's weight oh her body felt quite comfortable and although there was a dress and a bathrobe separating their bodies, Ahsoka felt her strange companion's warmth permeating her own body, intoxicating her. And her eyes, those silvery depths drawing her in...
Ahsoka felt her heart thumping loudly again.
"That's better, isn't it?" She heard the voice behind the silver seas create, "relax..."
Something hot and soft pressed against her lips. Ashoka didn't move, couldn't move, was all but paralyzed. Then, something else hot and soft tickled her lips and slowly, they parted - almost on their own - allowing it to protrude into her mouth where it massaged the tip of her tongue while a soft feeling nibbled at her upper lip.
When Ahsoka opened her eyes, she realized that she was being kissed.
For a moment, she just laid there, trying to figure out what just happened, while Jenna ravaged her mouth. it felt great, but what in the Nine Corellian Hells was happening?
When Jenna finally ended the kiss, she looked at the dumbfounded Togruta and laughed.
Ahsoka finally spoke. "So all of this, just so you wouldn't be lonely?"
"Hmph, perhaps."
She smiled and placed her hands on Ahsoka's lekku and retraced her mutilated tentacles.
"But the past will have to wait," she said as she resumed her massage," I want you. here, now, and until we both go insane."
Ahsoka blushed again.
"Why me?"
Jenna licked Ahsoka's lips.
"Why not? You're lonely, I'm lonely, we both share tragic pasts, and you want to feel my warmth every bit as I want to feel yours. And ..."
She leaned in for a kiss.
"... You're very cute."
She kissed her and slid her fingers into the cavity between her orange victim's lekku that she had explored earlier.
"Come on, admit it. You haven't been this excited since you and that Lux Bonteri character played some wonderfully naughty games together by that lake on Onderon, his apartment, his garden, the roof of the Senate Building, in hyperspace, in public, before all those other men..."
Ahsoka's eyes widened.
"Will you stop using the Force to lift embarrassing memories from my mind?!"
Jenna kissed her again.
Yes, she did feel excited. Very excited, in fact. Her heart raced and her breath grew heavier with each moment the white woman had her way with her. Perhaps she should just ... enjoy it?
"Oh well", Ahsoka said, bashfully averting her eyes, "it's not like I could resist anyway."
Jenna grinned again. "You don't want me to."
Another hot kiss burned into Ahsoka's lips and she felt it all the way up into her brain.
"After all this time being strong for others, you'd enjoy being helpless for once."
Ahsoka moaned softly as Jenna licked and sucked on her left lek. She clearly knew what she was doing, and by the Force, did Ahsoka want her to keep it up. She tilted her head back and let the hungry white human nibble on her throat. Her breasts heaved quickly and always quicker as her breaths grew shorter and shorter.
"Jenna!" She moaned. "Jenna!"
"Don't fight it. Let it happen."
Her new lover sped up her caress. Nimble fingers danced over her lekku and into her very brain, and suddenly ... nothing mattered anymore. Ahsoka moaned and howled as her body went into spasm and white hot pleasure filled every fibre of her body.
"That's it," Jenna breathed, "keep it up."
Instead of slowing down, now that her orange victim was orgasming, Jenna intensified her massage. She was now violently kneading her new lover's lekku and she seemed to like it.
Ahsoka screamed as she came again, and then again, and again. She pulled at her bounds, tried to twist her body, she jumped and boltedas much as the ropes and Jenna's weight on her allowed, but there was no escape, no break.
Just white hot pleasure.
She bucked and bucked until she lacked the strength to do so, she howled until her throat wouldn't surrender more than a soft moan, and when Jenna finally stopped, she completely lacked control over her trembling body.
"That was amazing, Ahsoka."
"Yes," Ahsoka panted breathlessly, "yes it was." How many times had she come and for how long? She didn't know, nor did she care, but it had been incredible.
Jenna kissed her, then slid off her and off the bed.
"Come, let's sit down and chat for a little while. I'll let you catch your breath before we start round two.
"But," Ahsoka gasped, "I can barely move."
"Don't be silly, Ahsoka," Jenna said as she undid the ropes, and then used the force to make Ahsoka levitate behind her, "That was just a warm up. You'll see."
Later on, inside the shop, where Jenna had been working on Ahsoka's bike, Jenna sat down at one end of a couch, and allowed Ahsoka to rest her head in her lap.
She gently caressed Ahsoka - in a non-sexual way, this time.
"Is something on your mind, darling? Perhaps you can tell me what brought you down here in the first place."
Ahsoka closed her eyes and simpy enjoyed the warmth of her new friend. And make no mistake, that's all they were at that moment, as far as Ahsoka was concerned. After all, her thoughts began to dwell on all of her other friends back at the Temple, who were now all likely dead as the ancient structure burned on the surface.
Obi-Wan.
Plo Koon.
Barriss Offee.
Her thoughts even lingered on Lux Bonteri for a little while. She had many wonderful memories with him, and she began to feel guilty for pushing him away ultimately, what with the War and her being a Jedi, after all.
Anakin. Her Master. Her father-figure. Her older brother. Her mentor. Her best friend.
Then, her thoughts wandered to her other friends. The ones who had betrayed her. Rex and the boys. They fought beside her for years, and they just turned on her without a second thought.
Despite herself, she sobbed, and for a while, she simply laid there and cried seeking comfort in her new lover's gentle touch.
When Ahsoka had finally calmed down enough to re-open her eyes, she was greeted by Jenna's gentle face. She had never stopped her caress, nor had she said a word. She simply looked at her, comforting her with her mere presence.
Ahsoka found she could use her arms again and she reached above her, gently touched the soft white cheeks, then pulled herself up and kissed Jenna's gleaming lips. Tears started to flow again, and she embraced Jenna, who hugged her tightly to her chest and cried.
When she finally regained her composure, she found herself kneeling on the couch, still hugging Jenna. She forced herself to say one thing. "Why?"
After a long pause, Jenna finally answered.
"Ahsoka, after my parents were killed, my mind was in a similar state. I suppose, I see a bit of myself in you. And even though you were a Jedi at one point, I don't hold you responsible for what happened, nor do I chastise you for it. The galaxy is more than simply black and white. As I'm sure you learned from your little Onderinian crush," Jenna said, prompting Ahsoka to roll her eyes, "there are shades of gray, and beautiful threads of silver. Perhaps, you can still be one, yourself?"
Jenna leaned back, put a hand beneath Ahsoka's chin and gently forced her head up.
"You and I, darling, could become a very special thread. I've waited a very long time for somebody to experience the same kind of injustice I had experienced and live through it. Most others were killed. You, on the other hand, you survived. I could complete your training and help you how to avoid your pursuers."
"Pursuers? I'm not being pursued anymore."
"No, they will come looking for you. By now, the clones that had been following you must have figured out that you came down here. They will have reported to their masters and will soon return in force, and turnover every stone trying to look for you."
Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat.
Arkee chuckled, but it sounded dry.
"Did you really think the Empire would just leave you alone? They turned against the Jedi, and in a way, that would render them responsible for the havoc you could wreck if you so chose. And they want somebody ready to take you out if you should ever take up arms against them. Though they really must fear you to send one of their shadows down here."
She didn't know what to say. Shadows? And they would have ...
"Am I to understand that Palpatine has assassins?"
"Quite so. Although very few within the galaxy know of them and none would ever stand in their way. They aren't assassins, they are – ahem- shadows, they lurk about and strike at targets designated to them by a subset of the Emperor, and are never seen by any other members of their order."
Ahsoka could not believe what she heard. Was everything she had known – no, thought to know, about the Old Republic such a dark lie?
"How do you know about them?", she asked.
Jenna grimaced.
"I ripped that information from the mind of the first troopers they sent after you. As I said, the Force's influence over the weak-minded is a powerful weapon, and I had learned that a ling time ago."
"You mean like you did with my ...", Ahsoka blushed, "... memories?"
Jenna looked at Ahsoka and smirked. "Maybe."
Ahsoka shuddered.
"I was on the run, I didn't have time to play it nice. For you, I simply convinced your mind that there was no harm in surrendering your more perverted memories to me."
She wasn't quite sure how such a thing was possible, but Ahsoka decided that was good enough. Whether Jenna had been telling the truth or not, she couldn't say, but she was willing to believe her. No, that's not quite it. She wanted to believe her so much that she eventually ended up believing her. But that was alright. She was sick and tired of doubting everything and everybody and if Jenna was deceiving her, she was pretty good.
"So ... what happens now?" Asked Ahsoka as she leaned against the counter.
"Now, darling," Jenna said with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. "...now, we're going to forget about those shadows for now. You must decide whether you want to leave this place - and try your luck with your pursuers on your own - or if you'd rather join me and shag until they hear us all the way down in the lower levels".
Ahsoka blushed, but quickly regained her composure, this time. It hadn't taken her more than a moment to make her choice and she backwards off of the sofa, flipped in the air and landed in front of the door that led into the apartment. There she stood and tugged at her bathrobe.
"If you want a piece of me, Jenny, you'll have to catch me," she said playfully.
Jenna responded by taking off her boots, revealing her shining legs.
And they faced each other. Ahsoka in nothing but a bathrobe and Jenna in just her white backless dress. For a moment, they just stared at each other, both blushing, both grinning, until Jenna made the first move.
And what a move it was. Ahsoka barely had time to duck below Jenna's arms before she almost smashed her way into the apartment, and tried to make a run for Jenna's bedroom.
"You're mine!", Jenna shouted as she caught Ahsoka by her waist and pulled her down onto the ground outside the bedroom.
"No!" Ahsoka squealed theatrically.
They rolled on the floor, both trying to stay on top of the other. Ahsoka's hands glided over Jenna's smooth, warm back and found the edge of the dress. She then ripped it apart, revealing the firm white breasts that the dress had been concealing until now.
"My, my, my, you have some marvelous breasts. Are they fake?!" Ahsoka teased before she placed both hands on Jenna's chest and shoved her off of her.
"Don't get cocky with me," she roared as she threw her naked white body at Ahsoka, who was staggering back on her feet, "Running will only make make me punish you more."
She crashed into Ahsoka and pulled her down again. As they rolled over the soft carpet, she slid her hand into Ahsoka's bathrobe and cupped one of her breasts.
"Ah-ha!" She exclaimed as she squeezed it, "these are some nice and innocent tits; they scream for me to teach them a proper lesson."
She put her hands on Ahsoka's bathrobe and ripped it open, but Ahsoka took advantage of that moment and slipped out of both, the robe and Jenna's grip.
Back on her feet, Ahsoka ran past the doorframe and towards the window that overlooked the landing pad in front of the garage, breathing heavily, as she did, she couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or excitement. It was good to feel alive again.
Jenna threw away the empty bathrobe and went after Ahsoka, who screamed as the golden-haired human pounced on her. Again, they rolled over the floor, but this time, Jenna managed to roll the nude Togruta on her back and pin her down. Ahsoka could have sworn she heard a growl, then Jenna savaged her. Ahsoka screamed and twisted, playing the unwilling victim. One of her struggling hands found one of the plump white breasts above her, trying to push Jenna away. But she allowed her strength to fail her, and a white leg forced hers open, nd Jenna began to scissor with Ahsoka, her hungry crotch grinding against Ahsoka's, while her insatiable tongue attacked her orange neck.
Never before had defeat felt so good. Ahsoka arched her back and pushed her plump breasts up into Jenna's, and began to nibble on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around Jenna's waist and gasped when she felt the depth this allowed her new lover to penetrate into her.
Fiery moans of lust escaped her throat, and white pleasure filled her mind and much to her frustration, she could do nothing but gasp and buck and moan while Jenna ... Jenna ... Ah ... Ahhhh ... Her mind went blank.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
She came, and screamed, and screamed as she came. Her arms and legs grew limp and Jenna continued to slider and press her wet hot crotch against Ahsoka's. The ride was hard, violent, passionate ... and Ahsoka loved it.
Catching one of her lover's nipples with her teeth, she grunted like an animal as she nibbled on it, and massaged the other with her hands.
Jenna shuddered and twitched. Loud hot moans echoed throughout the room, and even outside the garage below, as the human woman reached the peak of her pleasure, but Ahsoka wasn't going to let her off that easily. As Jenna went limp, she rolled on top of her and straightened up as she rubbed her crotch against the now defenseless human's with all her might.
She was exhausted, but she didn't care, she just went on and on and on, losing herself in timeless passion, in unending desire, and before long, they both had been reduced to howling, growling beasts.
Jenna reached up and massaged the bouncing and quivering orange tits of the relentlessly moving Togruta. Ahsoka enjoyed the sensation for a moment, then decided she wasn't satisfied with that level of contact. She laid down on top of the white woman, buried her head deep in her chest as she hugged the hot and slippery body beneath her, then humped as if she wanted her hips to give out. A white haze filled her mind again, but she couldn't stop[, not yet. Ahsoka gritted her teeth and sped up. Her body protested and bucked but she forced it down and continued. Fatigue and pleasure threatened to rip her mind apart, but she didn't care. She couldn't rest, she still needed to ...
Finally, she felt her lover shudder beneath her. Jenna bucked and screamed and clawed at Ahsoka.
Satisfied with her success, Ahsoka closed her eyes and passed out on Jenna's chest, before they both sank into a dreamless slumber.
But before they both passed out on the floor, a single thought passed through Ahsoka's mind: Please don't betray me, Jenna. Just please, don't.
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Well folks, that was the latest part of this story.
Parts of this story will be inspired by the Ahsoka novel with the Empire taking over. Other parts are inspired by one of Wolf1291's fanfics. And the overarching story in the wider galaxy which will connect to the Ahsoka arc, are inspired by the excellent Dark horse comics.
I'll be working on the next chapter, and drop it as soon as I can. It may take a while, seeing as how I am working on three other stories.
Hope you're enjoying, and I'll see you next time. This is Grubkiller, over and out.