Anakin's POV
„I'd rather die as to become one of you!" Someone screamed.
I could tell it was Ahsoka. What was she doing? Suddenly I heard a cracing noice. Like a window would...Ahsoka.
I looked over to the patio. I saw her falling down and hitting the ground. I was about to scream, running towards her as someone graped my arm. I turned around, it was Rex.
„I am sorry, sir. But we have to leave, if we don't go – they will get us." he said.
He was right, but I just couldn't go. Rex let go of my arm and run out of the storehouse. I looked at Ahsoka, her eyes closed. I couldn't see – feel – her breathing. She was dead. I had again the wish to run to her, but I didn't.
I turned around and left the storehouse. I run after Rex, I had no idea where we were running. I still had the picture in my head from Ahsoka. The Video as she fall down, hit the ground...
I had to delet the picture and the video from my memory, as hard as it sounds.
About two weeks later. Somewhere in a big city.
Soul-Sarah's POV
I couldn't open my eyes – I mean I could, but I didn't want. I heard two different voices around me. I guess a healer and the seeker. She seamed familiar. Maybe my host knew her.
I noticed that I laid on my side. Than I heard them arguing.
„I hope this soul is strong enough for this host." said the seeker – a woman.
„She is, just give her time." said the healer – a man.
The generator beside me beeped as my breathing became slightly faster. I could feel now my legs, and arms. They didn't noticed what was going on 'cause they were still arguing. Than – finally – I opened my eys, but I immediately closed them again. The light was to bright.
Both turned to me.
„Should we make the light darker?" the man asked.
„No, her – my – eyes should be used to it." I said.
My voice. I liked it. It was a nice, female voice. Now I wanted to know how I looked. I had lived in nine other persons, since I was here...I just wanted to know who I am now.
A kriffing bastard, nothing more!
Said a voice inside my head. I was shocked. Our voices sound same. It scared me, but I tried to ignore the voice. I sat up, carefully. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a pretty cool tunic. It looked awesome.
On my hips where a belt. On it were two clips for a weapons, but I didn't know for what. Both stared at me.
„Everything okay, miss?" the man asked.
„Perfect, I like it." I said and smiled short.
I could tell that the seeker was impatient. I guess she wanted to have the informations from the host as fast as possible, but I didn't care. She could wait.
I stood up and walked over to the mirrow in the bedroom.
I looked at myself. I was a Togruta – a female. I guess almost eighteen years old. She had the beautiful markings I had ever seen. Markins as eyebrows. She – I'm beautiful.
This is me, not you. It will never be yours.
Said the voice. What was it? Where do it come from? Was it the host? The old one? I shook my head and turned around. The seeker stand in front of me. She looked directly in my eyes. Her view told me something, but what?
I hold my hand high and tried to touch the scar at my neck. Where I had gone into the nerve-circle of the host. It was very tiny, but I could slightly feel it.
„I give you a week, hiker. Than I want my answers." she said.
Hiker? That's your name? Oh man...It is, how can I say it that it sound nice...It's just ugly.
Said the voice. I wished it gut shut up. Hiker wasn't a name it was my job my appeal. As she looked futher at me and turned around and walked like a model out of the room I knew immediatly how I should discribe her, but this wasn't my thought.
Bitch.
Said the voice. It was like a thought. I decided to think what I should tell her.
Shut up. I thought.
Calm down, barbie. Not that you start bleeding.
It answered.
I signed and looked at the healer.
„Take your time and rest." he said and left the room.
Now I was alone and looked again at myself in the mirrow. Her – my eyes where blue with the normally white circle around the Iris. I felt the urge to destroy my reflection in the mirrow with my first. But again it wasn't my urge, it wasn't my emotion, it wasn't my hatered to see the white circle in my eyes.
It was the urge, the emotion and the hatered to see the white circle in my eyes of the host.
The host - Ahsoka Tano- .