A FanFiction written by StarWarsRocksMySocks

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"Layla!" Ahsoka exclaimed, finally realising who the girl was. She quickly rose to her feet, just before her long lost friend did.

Layla was about to reply, but she was cut off by a Zygerrian slaver barging through the groups of Togrutas. He was yelling and shouting, "Where is the Jedi? Tell me!" He was literally pushing everyone that was in his path to the ground. He just ignored the Togruta's moans and groans of pain as they smashed to the ground. "There's no use hiding, Jedi scum! I know that you're here, so show your face!" He bellowed.

"A Jedi? What would a Jedi be doing here?" Layla whispered to Ahsoka, and Ahsoka stared at her. Ahsoka widened her eyes at her and shook her head gently, trying to speak silently.

Layla cocked her head at her in confusion, and stared at the smaller Togruta. What the hell was she doing?

You still have no clue, do you? How thick can you get? Ahsoka thought. She let out an irritated sigh and held her hand up to Layla's lekku, and whispered behind it. "I'm the Jedi, idiot. You can't tell anyone, alright?" Ahsoka quickly drew her hood back over her head, the shadow of it covering her facial markings and eyes.

Layle stared at her in shock. Seriously? Ahsoka, a Jedi? Actually…it did kinda make sense after Ahsoka went missing all those yea-

"Where are you? Come out you little scug!"

What the kriff am I gonna do now? No one was meant to know a Jedi was here…Master! I need to contact my Master!

Turning away from the angry slaver, Ahsoka activated her comlink and bought it close to her face. "Master?" She hissed into it, "Master, come in! I need to speak to you!"

"Ahsoka?" His loud voice blew out, "What goin-"

"Master, be quiet!" Ahsoka shushed him, glancing over her shoulder to see if the slaver was near. "A slaver knows that a Jedi is here. He's looking for me right now. What should I do?"

"How does he know? Ahsoka, what have you done?" Anakin accused.

Ahsoka felt slightly hurt that Anakin immediately blamed her for something that he didn't even know all the details about yet, but she kept it deep inside so it wouldn't show in her voice, "I don't know, but maybe they have some sort of scanner of something…Master, what should I do?"

"Look, Ahsoka, just calm down an-"

Ahsoka didn't hear the rest of what Anakin said, because she felt a rough, hairy hand grab her shoulder and forced her to look at him. "What are you doing, where did you get that communicator?" He growled at her, sneering in her face.

"Um…I found it." Ahsoka said. What a pathetic excuse.

"Don't lie! You're the Jedi, aren't you?" He snarled in her face, baring his teeth at her.

Ahsoka didn't answer. Oh kriff, oh kriff, of kriff. What am I going to do? Oh kriff.

The Zygerrian grabbed Ahsoka's arm and pushed it behind her, and up her back. Ahsoka let out a grunt of pain. Well, I was meant to start a fight, so here goes. Ahsoka twisted, weaving around the powerfully built slaver, and kicked the weak point at the back of his legs. In an instant he collapsed onto his knees. He was surprised at the small girl's strength and speed, but quickly recovered and swung out his arm, catching her legs, knocking her straight off her feet and painfully onto her front. The wind was knocked out of her as she crashed to the ground, and she gasped in more surprise than pain.

The Zygerrian rolled her onto her back, and then climbed onto her and pinned her arms down beside her head. Unable to move, Ahsoka growled at him. He got off her, still keeping a firm grip on her forearms. He hauled her up dragged her along behind him, and, though Ahsoka was leaning all her weight and pushing her heels into the dusty ground, she was still being easily tugged along.

All the other Togrutas just stood and watched as she was dragged away. Another Zygerrian slaver ran up to Ahsoka, and took her off the other Zygerrian. The one who had captured Ahsoka ran back over and grabbed Layla's arms and dragged her after them. Layla was screaming and shouting, begging the slaver to let her go. He just ignored her and tugged her along.

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Great. Ahsoka's just been taken, and I can't do the mission without her. What am I gonna do? I guess I'll have to rescue her…ugh. Anakin thought, pacing around the room. He was wearing Zygerrian armour. He had found a room full of armour, so he just nicked some cloths, and now he looked like a Zygerrian.

Anakin had a…bad feeling. This mission would be difficult, very difficult. He was affected because it was dealing with slaves. He hated slavers. Because of his own past, he would always get so angry when dealing with slavery. He just hated it. But he wondered how badly it must be affecting his Padawan as well. The Togruta were her people. Though Ahsoka tried to hide it, Anakin could tell it was bothering her. The Togruta had been put into slavery before, and he didn't want it happen again; and neither did Ahsoka. She also hated slavery, but not as much as Anakin did.

Rounding another corner, he sighed.

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"This is great. This is so kriffing great." Ahsoka said angrily. Layla watched Ahsoka walk frantically around the cell again, her head held in her hands.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Layla said, staring up at Ahsoka from her seat on the cell floor.

That comment earned a harsh glare from Ahsoka. The Jedi Padawan began to mutter words in a language she was unfamiliar with, but she was pretty sure they weren't very kind words at all.

"Look, Ahsoka, just relax. Someone will come for us. Just sit down." Layla tried to calm her down.

"Relax? Relax?" Ahsoka repeated, "We can't just relax. We're just kriffing lucky they haven't sent in a torture droid yet!"

"Whoa, s-o-rry!"

Ahsoka let out a cry of frustration sat down opposite her friend. She threw her head back and whacked the back of her head against the wall.

"So, you're a Jedi?" Layla said, staring at her friend.

"Yes, why?"

"Well I was kinda just wondering where you've been for the last thirteen years!"

"I've been at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant."

"And just how did you get all the way to Coruscant?"

"I just jumped into my speeder and drove there." Ahsoka said sarcastically.

"Really?"

"Wha? No! I'm joking you idiot." She's still a thick, gullible idiot.

"Oh…okay."

The door swung open. "You're coming with me, Jedi."

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Chained against the stone wall, the young Padawan tugged and yanked at the chains that were clamped around her wrists. But, no matter how much she pulled, they just banged against her wrists.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder when she heard the loud noise of the heavy door being opened, then slammed shut.

"Now Jedi," The slaver sneered, "Tell me your plans."

Like Ahsoka, one of most stubborn girls you would ever meet, would tell him. She kept her mouth shut and smirked a little.

"Ah, keeping quiet are we?"

No, it's so obvious that I'm speaking right now. Idiot. Ahsoka said cheekily in her mind.

He walked up behind her, and she turned her head to face the wall again. She didn't want to his face. He growled next to her headtails. Ahsoka still kept her mouth clamped shut. She knew that keeping silent would really get on his nerves.

The Zygerrian drew out his electro-whip and laughed cruelly.

Ahsoka felt the whip smack into her back and give her a painful shock. She made no noise except a quiet grunt only she could hear. After a few more cruel whips to her back, Ahsoka was sure that it broken the skin a little, as she could feel a small trickle travel down her back. She was actually kind of glad she was wearing her robes at the moment – she knew it would hurt a lot more if she didn't have robes over her usual Jedi clothing. The whip smacking against her – nearly – bare back would hurt a lot more.

"Tell me your plans! Are there any other Jedi around? Tell me now!" He yelled, whipping her back again, this time harder than the previous.

Ahsoka made a quiet squeak of pain. Now that had really hurt. "I'll never tell you, frakking kwaag." Ahsoka swore at him.

"Oh, really? I've been slaving for four years, and most of the little scugs have been Togrutas…I know all you weaknesses." He growled, a menacing smirk playing on his lips.

Ahsoka almost collapsed from the sudden shock of pain as the electro-whip struck her back lekku. For almost a minute her vision was fuzzy, and she could hear a faint buzzing. She groaned.

"See, Jedi? Are you willing to cooperate now?"

"Frak you. I'll talk when it kriffing snows on Tattooine!" Ahsoka shot back, hissing with as much venom as she could.

Ahsoka's use of language only added to the Zygerrian's anger and frustration, and he lashed out again.

This time the Togruta collapsed to her knees, again not expecting the sudden pain in her headtails. The Padawan felt her knees bruise as she crashed to the ground. She pulled herself up again.

The painful whipping continued for about ten or so minutes more, and, finally realising that an electro-whip alone would not break the Togruta, the muscular slaver deactivated his whip and clipped it onto his belt.

Ahsoka was positive that her back was bleeding now, because she could feel the blood trickle out of some of the wounds. Her back was sore, her knees were bruised, but the pain in her headtails was almost unbearable. Why did I have to be born Togruta?

"Looks like you'll be a tough one to break." He left the cell quickly, leaving the door open. Because of that, Ahsoka knew he'd be back soon.

"Master!" She said through the Force, "Master!"

"Ahsoka? Ahsoka are you okay? I can feel your pain through the Force! What have they done to you?" Anakin sounded very worried.

"They want to know what my plans are. They don't know you're here." Ahsoka ignored his question about what they had done to her, because she knew it'd only make Anakin even angrier. She hated it when Anakin was angry, and especially when it was aimed at her.

"I'm looking for you now. Don't worry, I can sense where you are in the Force. I'll come and get you when you're back in cell, okay?"

Just then, the same slaver came in, a collar hanging off his arm and a small device in his free hand.

Ahsoka instantly knew what it was; a shock collar. Ahsoka hated shock collars. She shuddered at the memories with Cad Bane and the last time she tried to rescue Togruta slaves.

Though she struggled and kicked, the Zygerrian managed clamp the blasted collar around her neck, although he had to give her a right thump on the back of her head.

Stars in her hazy eyes, Ahsoka thrust her leg out backwards, managing to kick him in the shin with the hard heel of her boot.

Her grunted loudly and held the area of his leg where Ahsoka kicked him. That would defiantly leave a nasty bruise. "That's it, you little scug!" He snarled.

Immediately, electricity began to rage through the upper half of her body. She pressed her forehead against the cold wall and scrunched her eyes shut.

The Zygerrian smirked as the Togruta's upper skeleton flashed up every few seconds. Once it had stopped, Ahsoka gasped for air. Her breathing was quick but heavy. He neck was throbbing painfully, as well as the rest of her upper body, especially her head.

The slaver was about to hit the button again, but was stopped by the beeping of his comm. "Grakl," A voice rang out, "get up here now! Grievous wants to see all slavers up here in ten minutes!"

At first Ahsoka was glad that the slaver would be leaving, but she was sure her heart stopped beating for a second when she heard the mention of General Grievous. This was not good, not good at all…

"Come on, scug," He unchained the Togruta Padawan and yanked her along after him. Just before he pushed her into her shared cell with Layla, she noticed two cylinder-shaped objects hanging off his belt, gently swinging in time with his footsteps. And sneakily, she grabbed them and hid the weapons in her filthy, torn robe…

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Well, this chapter was slightly longer than the others. So sorry for not updating, I've been really…depressed lately. My pet died and my family aren't helping and are making me feel worse…but please review. Your kind reviews always make me smile and feel better…