Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OCs Analise, Meeka, Gaspar, Myra, Sibar, and Sierra) belong to them.

"aaaa"-talking out loud."aaaa" (bold and italics)-talking through a holo or com. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. aaaaa-talking through a Bond. "aaaa" (bold)-another language.

AN: So this was going to be the final chapter of The Hunt, but inspiration struck me and in my outline I had things ending a little too nicely. So I added in this quick, short, and anti-climatic chapter to deal with Sibar and Sierra. Sorry about it being short. Tomorrow will be the last chapter of The Hunt and then we are to First Fight!

Thank you for the reviews:) To Kondoru, I agree. From what I've read the Jedi might have been okay with learning about certain aspects of your culture and heritage, they weren't exactly encouraging. Count Mallet, this chapter is for you:) Don't we all think at some point that our siblings are evil StormSkye?

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Chapter Ten

"It's all Ahsoka's fault! It was always her fault!"

"What can we do? She killed an akul. In the eyes of the tribe, the village she has proven herself as a hunter and those two Jedi are already calling her Padawan." An eye roll accompanied the words spoken with a deep loathing. "As soon as she is healed, they will be taking her away again and we will never see her again Sibar...After all she had renounced us."

Sibar began to pace while his sister sat calmly, her eyes gazing into the distance.

Meeka had failed.

Their leader was dead which meant that their group would now flounder about as it attempted to rebuild. Meeka had created glorious images of a republic without the Jedi. A place where those were Force Sensitive were not treated as special or important. A galaxy where everyone, not just a chosen few, were able to touch and control the Force.

Stupid Ahsoka!

It was all her fault. Her fault that their parents were dead. Her fault that their village had been nearly destroyed. Her fault that the their leader's body, bent and broken was to buried where she had fallen. In time Leader Meeka might even be forgotten.

Slowly an idea took shape and his pacing stopped. "We do it."

"Sibar?"

"We do away with Ahsoka."

"It is aganist our ways. She is our blood and shares our name."

"Does she?" Sibar held up a finger. "You heard her, she doesn't want the name...Doesn't need it." He sneered. "If she doesn't want it, then it's not hers and she is not our sister which means..."

"We can do away with her."

Sibar held out a hand to his sister. "For our parents."

"Our parents."

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Ahsoka slept deeply.

She hadn't wanted to. She had wanted to pack everything up and go straight home to Coruscant, to the Temple. She wanted to forget everything that had happened. Wanted to find Anakin and Analise, curl up in their arms and let them soothe away her hurts. She wanted to hear Obi-Wan's lectures on thinking first and have Padme show her all the pretty dresses she was thinking would be perfect for Ahsoka.

Plo and Shaak had said no. She needed to rest, to heal. Ahsoka had fought back using what she thought was a logical argument. She could rest and heal on the ship traveling back home. There were medical supplies on-board. They didn't need to stay on Shili, but her logic was shot down.

A Healer had attended her. Bacta patches were slapped on the worst of her cuts after they were cleaned. New bandages replaced the bits of torn cloth. An herbal tea had been pretty much forced upon the Youngling. Tea that would ensure that she got a deep and restful sleep.

Ahsoka's sleep was deep.

So deep she did not hear the bare feet on the floor. The hushed, nervous breathing of two beings as they crept closer and closer to her bed. With eyes shut tight she did not see the one lift a pair of hands to wrap tight around her neck.

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Plo and Shaak saw though.

The two Jedi Masters had known, had sensed that something was off with the older Tano siblings the moment Ahsoka's feet had been back in the village. The anger in Sibar had boiled over and for a moment Plo had feared that he would lash out and strike Ahsoka.

Never had he been prouder of Ahsoka then in that moment. She had been calm. Every inch a Jedi. His little 'Soka was growing up.

Yet the anger, hurt of Sibar and Sierra could not be ignored. Meeka's death by akul after attacking Ahsoka had broken them. It would be another tally against their sister. Another reason for them to hate her.

Plo hadn't liked Shaak's idea to use the injured, slumbering Ahsoka as bait. If they weren't watching closely, Sibar and Sierra could harm her...Kill her. Then and there the Kel Dor Master was vowing to never let Anakin know about this plan the Togruta Master had come up with. Plo had nothing with the male Skywalker when it came to being overprotective of Ahsoka.

He could just make out Shaak, the hunter in the Jedi coming out as she watched two figures stalk the room. Not even aware that two Masters kept watch. One figure raised their hands, reaching for the slim throat of the female sleeping sound and supposedly safe in her bed.

Shaak wasted no time. A shaft of blue laser burst forth from the metal cylinder in her hands and was lashed out. "I would think twice if I were Sibar." Sibar's face turned a sickly blue from the glow as Shaak held it across his neck, forcing him to back up.

Sierra's face turned pale for a Togruta and she turned on her heels, ready to run away. In their group it was surrival of the fittest. Even if Sibar was her brother, she would sacrifice him if it meant moving one step closer to the destruction of the Jedi.

A clawed hand clamped down around her arm. Sierra's mouth opened to scream, but Plo poured the Force into her. His captive went limp, nearly fainting. "Both of you will be coming with us. I am sure that the village elders will be pleased to see you."

As Shaak and Plo dragged the Tano siblings from the room, Ahsoka sighed in her sleep. Rolling over as best she could. Her mind was far away, dreaming.

Dreaming of her family and the adventures they would have when they were together again.