A FanFiction written by StarWarsRocksMySocks

NOTE: Grakl is a Zygerrian Slaver I made up, and he's the one who tortured Ahsoka in chapter 5. You pronounce it like 'Grack-el'. There is a bit told from his POV, so…yeahhhh…ENJOY! 8D

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Grakl was not a happy man right now. That Togruta girl he had tortured a few hours ago had escaped.

He could see her fighting Grievous with another a Human Jedi, and they were evenly matched. Through the flashing green and yellow lightsabers, he could the Togruta Jedi jumping away from Grievous every once and while and taking out the droids and slavers that got close.

The other human had disappeared, and it was his job to find him. Turning away from the lightsaber duel, he sprinted away from the window and down the hall, electrowhip held tight in one of his strong hands.

He saw a man dressed in Zygerrian armour run past, and he chased after him, knowing it was the Jedi. He didn't have a helmet on, and he was Human. He turned on his electrowhip when he got close to the retreating Jedi. Just as he was about to strike the Jedi, he swung around and ignited his blue lightsaber.

Grakl growled, and the Jedi got into a fighting stance. He swung the lightsaber around, trying to take his head off. Grakl's electrowhip caught his wrist, sending shocks up his arm. The weapon dropped from his hands.

The Zygerrian pulled out a stun gun and shot it, stunning Anakin and making him go unconscious.

Grakl only just remembered something; the collar was still on that Togruta Jedi. He could shock her...and then the droids and Grievous could capture the other Jedi – he was pretty sure that it was Kenobi – and then they'd have three Jedi…

Today must be his lucky day.

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Ahsoka stopped fighting as soon as electricity shot out of the collar, shocking her painfully. She grabbed hold of the collar in some attempt to wrench it off, but it was no use, the collar was tightly clamped around her neck. She clenched her teeth so hard they made a painfully horrible grinding noise. She scrunched her eyes shut and cried out weakly when the electricity got stronger.

Ahsoka fell to her knees when the electricity got stronger. The electricity was so powerful that it wasn't just shocking her neck and upper body, but her whole body, from the tip of her montrals, to her toes. The pain was horrible. Her entire frame shook, and her full skeleton was flashing up through her skin. Black spots clouded her vision, and she started to feel sick, which was getting worse because she was having trouble breathing. Feeling dizzy and dazed, Ahsoka coughed, spitting out a full mouthful of something that tasted a lot like blood.

She barley heard Obi-Wan shout her name, and clutched onto the collar tighter. She thought that maybe the collar would short circuit, and that maybe she just hold on until it stopped. But she knew that wasn't going happen, she wouldn't be able to handle it much longer.

Her breathing quickened, though it made it so much harder to breathe. Her teeth felt like they were going to shatter she was gritting them so hard.

She felt herself losing consciousness, and soon, everything went black as she felt herself hit the floor, hearing several gasps from the Togrutas around her.

And the menacing laugh of General Grievous.

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He defiantly couldn't take all the droids by himself, Obi-Wan decided. Ahsoka had been shocked into unconsciousness, and because she wasn't there to help take the droids and slavers out, the droids' numbers were increasing, and he knew he wouldn't be able to defeat them all. And there was General Grievous, who they had also had trouble fighting. So, he deactivated his lightsaber, and held up his hands in surrender.

Anyway, Anakin was still out there, and Obi-Wan trusted him to come and rescue them.

Also, Obi-Wan would probably be able to get a chance to do what he does best; negotiating.

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When Ahsoka awoke, she found herself barefoot, cuffed, and lying on something somewhat soft. Her whole body ached from the electricity, and she felt like she had a hangover; not that she'd ever had one, but she had a pretty good idea what one was like.

She slowly sat up, her back cracking unhealthily as she stretched out. She groaned quietly as her sore muscles were painfully stretched. She was lying on a small pile of what looked robes and clothes. She was in a cell; like the one she was in earlier.

She felt a warm, gentle hand on her back, helping her stay sitting upright.

"You okay?" Layla asked quietly.

"Been better," Ahsoka said, smiling, but winced when she felt a stabbing pain in her chest, "But been worse."

"You should lay back down and rest. Let your muscles relax. I think you'll be feeling sore a few hours." Her soft hands on Ahsoka's shoulders, Layla gently pushed, laying her back down the lumpy pile of scraggy and torn clothes. "Or days…" She mumbled.

"So what happened after I passed out?" The Padawan asked, concerned about Anakin and Obi-Wan's safety. She really hoped they were okay.

"Well, the older one-"

"Obi-Wan." Ahsoka said, coughing a little. Maybe the electricity had done more damage than she thought.

"Obi-Wan," Layla said, "surrendered." She hung her head as if it was the end of the world. She had obviously never heard of Obi-Wan the Negotiator before.

Ahsoka pushed herself up, ignoring the pain, and let a hand settle on Layla's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Anakin must still be out there, and trust me, Obi-Wan knows what he's doing." Ahsoka lay herself back down, but propped herself up on her grazed elbows. She looked around the old cell, scrunching up her nose at how bad it smelled. It smelt of sweat and vomit. The walls were a plain, dull grey, reminding Ahsoka of her bedroom a little. Not the smell though, Ahsoka kept her room clean enough not to smell like a dumpster.

"It's pretty boring in here, isn't it?" Ahsoka said, eyeing the grey walls with piercing blue eyes. She reached up and massaged her jaw a bit; it ached from gritting her teeth.

"You're worried about it being boring in here? Aren't you scared at all? Count Whatshisname could be down here any minute to torture you!" She said, and then added, "Again."

"Pfft." The teenager scoffed, "I've been in this position before, I can get out of it again. And that old bag is just a coward."

"But what if he still comes? He'll hurt you."

"To be honest with you, that's not on my mind at the moment. I just want to get us all out." Ahsoka stared at the ground, slowly lowering herself down again. She suddenly felt tired – well, more tired than she was before. Ahsoka let out an exhausted yawn and without thinking, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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When Ahsoka awoke, she found that the cell was very dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough for her to need to squint her eyes as she searched for her friend. However, Ahsoka could not see Layla. Neither could she hear her breathing. It was completely silent.

As she slowly sat up, arms straining and wobbling, Ahsoka held her breath. She could hear a clattering sound. Like…metal?

Ahsoka bit her lip. She was positive it was either droids – torture droids, probably – or General Grievous.

The cell door swung open, and General Grievous bounded in, his black cape swinging behind him. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back.

Ahsoka pushed herself into a standing position, biting back a pained moan that had almost slipped out from her lips. Clutching at her ribs, Ahsoka backed away a little, snarling through gritted teeth, "Where's Layla? What have you done to her?"

The lights flicked on. Behind Grievous stood two menacing magnaguards, staffs ignited. Looks like she wasn't escaping anytime soon.

"I assure you, she's safe. For now." He laughed (or more like coughed).

"Where is she? Where's Obi-Wan?" She growled, baring her teeth. Where's Anakin? Ahsoka thought. Hopefully, he hadn't been captured.

"Oh, he's with our other pet, Skywalker." If Grievous really had a face, Ahsoka was sure he would be grinning evilly, mocking her. "Surprised you, did I? Didn't think we'd catch your precious Master, did you?"

"Where. Are. They?" Ahsoka sneered, her voice laced with pure venom and hatred.

"Someone's a little feisty, aren't we?" He stalked towards her, like a cat approaching a helpless mouse. The guards followed too, raising there electrostaffs.

Ahsoka took one deep breath, preparing herself for the pain that she knew she was going to endure. There was no escaping now.

Pretty much all hope was lost.

She felt like a failure. She'd failed her people. She couldn't save them, and now, she was one of them. A hopeless slave.

Though she had let her people down, Ahsoka vowed to herself that no matter what, she'd do her best to set them free.

Even if that meant she'd die trying.

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I cannot tell you how sorry I am for not updating for this long. As you guys probably know, I've been getting really depressed lately. I am feeling slightly better, but not that much :(

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