It's awful but I can't help but laugh every time I get a review saying "don't kill Ahsoka." Actually it's usually, "don't kill Ahsoka please," or "don't you dare kill Ahsoka." Both of them still make me laugh. Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars the Clone Wars or any of its characters.
Chapter 12
"And now that you're awake I need to ask you a few questions," Dr. Reed flipped a page on her clipboard.
But the doctor didn't get to ask any of questions. Because right as the first question was going to come out, Ahsoka started having a seizure.
Anakin POV
"What's happening?" Anakin stood up. He refrained from trying to stop Ahsoka's spastically moving body.
"She's seizing," Doctor Reed stated. "I need help in here!"
A few nurses rushed in and told Anakin and Obi-Wan to stand back while they tended to Ahsoka. Anakin watched as his Padawan, who was supposed to be fine, was relapsing.
Anakin was afraid the entire time she was seizing that he may lose her again. Just like last time, there was nothing he could do to help. He could only stand back and watch.
After what felt like forever to Anakin, Ahsoka's body finally stopped thrashing. She was still. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be unconscious.
Anakin and Obi-Wan stood against the wall in silence as Dr. Reed stepped back from Ahsoka's now motionless body. Anakin would have thought her dead if he didn't see the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Dr. Reed sighed, "She went into a coma."
The other nurses fell back too. The entire room just stood there for a moment.
Anakin was the first one to speak. "Is that-is that bad? I mean I know that's bad, but exactly how bad?"
One of the nurses turned to address Anakin as Dr. Reed started examining Ahsoka. "It's a pretty bad situation to be in considering her condition. The fact that she woke up today was a miracle in itself. We were sure she was going to sleep for at least a week, but surprisingly she woke up today. It was only a day after her surgery. That's usually a bad sign too."
"So how long will she be in the coma?" asked Obi-Wan.
"That's impossible to know." A different nurse stated. "It's also impossible to know if she will wake up. The amount of poison and hallucinogens running through her body are lethal as is. Being in a coma-we can't treat her as well as we could if she was awake. It's futile to try and guess what will happen from here, but we'll keep treating her and we'll see what happens from there."
Anakin's heart dropped. He had hope of course, but hearing the nurse say 'we'll see,' is the least comforting thing anyone could have said to him. That's as though they're already signing her death certificate-again. Obi-Wan seemed to be thinking along the same lines by the expression on his face.
As the nurses conversed more and more about Ahsoka's condition Anakin zoned out further. He was almost completely in his own world when he was snapped out of it. Suddenly in walked Master Plo Koon.
He walked right up to the side of Ahsoka's bed and sat down in a vacant chair. "I heard that she was awake."
Obi-Wan walked behind Plo Koon leaving Anakin back on the wall still thinking to himself. "She was." The Jedi Master put a hand on the man's shoulder. "She went into a coma no more than ten minutes ago."
Plo had his head in his hands and his face was doleful as he stared down at the young girl. He straightened up some but still had a bit of slouch in his shoulders. "I was ten minutes late," he muttered to himself.
Neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin had any idea what to say to the saddened Jedi Master. They wanted to comfort him, but didn't have the slightest idea how. They didn't even know he knew Ahsoka well enough to rush here so quickly.
After a minute of awkward silence Master Yoda and Master Windu arrived. Mace Windu walked up and put his hand on Plo Koon's other shoulder while Yoda climbed into an empty chair.
Master Yoda sat in a meditative position. "Strange, this is."
"Very strange indeed. We heard about Ahsoka's situation and came to ask some questions when we heard she was awake. But now that she's- well we'll just have to wait a bit longer."
One of the nurses spoke up. "Masters, the odds aren't looking that well and if she does wake up it won't be anytime soon. We can't even measure her sanity at this point. Your questions will have to wait a long time."
"One thing, we could try, there is."
"Yes I was thinking the same thing," Mace marveled.
The two of them seemed to have a conversation only with their eyes and the force from there. It was only broken up by Master Plo Koon.
He took his head out of his hands and straightened up, moving the hands off his shoulders. "Tristakine is a risky process."
Anakin was about to object. Nothing 'risky' was going to happen to Ahsoka. She needed all of her strength right now and nothing was going to jeopardize that.
Master Yoda stopped the words before they came out of Anakin's mouth. "Risky for her health, it is not."
Master Windu continued from there. "It could get us the information we need to know, with only a few complications."
"Complications?" Anakin raised an eyebrow.
Plo Koon was the one to answer him. "Tristakine is a process of using a person's DNA to enter their memory and search for certain recollections. Sometimes the system glitches though and you see something that's not what you're looking for."
"It's the only choice we have right now, Plo. We need to know if they gained any information out of Ahsoka. And if so, what information they now have."
Anakin knew they wanted more than that. They wanted the toxins that General Grievous had. They wanted to know if anyone else was at the prison on Omwat. They wanted anything they could get out of Ahsoka, even if it meant prying around in her already sensitive mind.
If the choice came down to him, Anakin would have said no. He wouldn't let anyone to do that to his Padawan. But it wasn't his choice. It was the Order's. And they voted yes.
The next day Anakin, Obi-Wan, Plo Koon, Yoda, and Mace Windu, sat in a small dim room waiting for the nurses to prepare for the Tristakine process. The five Jedi sat in metal pull out chairs in front of a projector (Anakin had only heard about the old device).
"How does this work," Obi-Wan asked the nurse preparing something in the corner.
The nurse didn't look away from her work when she answered. "Simple, we took some blood and analyzed it into the system. Then we run everything through the technology."
Another nurse spoke up. "Alright, I think everything is good. Now beginning warm up process."
A light flashed onto the white wall. It was black at first, but then slowly colors arrived in the setting and it made a picture.
Anakin didn't really expect it to work. Going through someone's memories was impossible. Or so he thought, that is until he saw the screen make out an image of Ahsoka in a white room. In his shock he noticed something else.
"Why isn't it through her eyes, why is it as though it's through someone else's view?"
The nurse from behind the computer looked up. "We don't know. This technology is relatively new and that has always been a mystery to us."
Anakin nodded and turned his attention to the screen.
(Tristakine) Ahsoka POV
Ahsoka sat in the corner of the white room. She looked relatively healthy compared to how she would months later.
The door on the other side of the room swung open and droids started rushing in. Ahsoka lifted up her hands and tried to use the force, but there was nothing. She tried again, focusing harder this time but there was still nothing.
The droids had her pinned against the wall and one of them jabbed a needle in her arm. Ahsoka didn't stop fighting until the sedative took its hold on her and she fell unconscious.
Anakin POV
The scene changed, and Anakin didn't know what to expect, but he certainly would never have guessed what came on next. He didn't think complications would make themselves known so quickly into the Tristakine process.
(Tristakine) Unanimous POV
There was a beautiful lady lying on a bed. She looked ill, but her face was still gorgeous and full of youth. Next to her was a young girl, no more than 7 years old, holding the sick woman's hand.
"Mommy why are you sick?" The little girl asked. She was young, but not too young. She still understood that the woman was dying and these were probably her last moments with her.
The woman choked out a sickly cough. "Remember that day we went into the fields to pick flowers?" The little girl nodded. "Well apparently there was a little sickness going on around those flowers. And it got me sick. I just thank the universe you're okay little butterfly."
"I'm so sorry mommy. It's my fault." The little girl started to weep but her mother hushed her.
"It's not your fault little butterfly. It's no one's fault. Things like this just happen. There's no one to blame, because that's just the way it is."
The little girl knew her mother's time was coming to an end. "Mommy, I don't want you to leave me."
"I don't want to leave you either Ahsoka."
A/N- My computer almost wouldn't start so you guys were almost going to have to wait another day for an update. Harold pulled through though (yes I named my computer Harold; don't judge me).
Stick with me on the Tristakine thing. It's my way of showing you how Ahsoka was in the past. This also defies some of the things in TCW show, so just a heads up. I'll be changing my things to work around my perspective.
If you guys want, leave me a review. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you don't like. Tell me what you want to see. Or leave me a review saying the usual "don't kill Ahsoka." I really love getting those ones. It makes me feel like I hold all the power. -Saraphine
