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jedi_interruptedShe awoke to deaths. She could feel them, the terror and fear. The pain. And then, gone. For a confused moment, she was back at the end of the Clone Wars, when in one moment the Jedi Order was snuffed out. Panicked, she sat up, fearful of Rex's safety. And Anakin. And Obi-Wan. Were they safe or were they among those that were dying. Padme! Gasping, she blinked a few times, confused and not recognizing where she was until her mind caught up to her situation.
It was not the end of the Republic and the Order. It was decades past the fall of the Empire. She was at the new Order, Luke's Order. But what was happening? She got out of bed and grabbed a robe to throw about herself. The pain and cries were growing and, for the first time in decades, she wished she had her lightsabers.
In the hallway, a pair ran past her. A girl and an adult. Swayed by the growing feel of the Dark Side, she motioned them to keep running while she turned to face it. She didn't recognize it's feel, but was relieved to feel it wasn't Vader. No, Vader was gone. Focus.
She opened herself to the Force and felt the dregs of sleep and old age leave her. She had to save whom she could. She had to stop whoever was attacking.
She found no one else but did find the path of their attacker. A flash of vision from the Force showed her where she needed to be and so she planted herself at the location; a doorway that lead to the hanger. She could feel the threat coming, the fear rolling before him like tidal waves. She sat quietly in meditation.
"You block the path to my destiny," he said, his voice deep, rich, and calm. "Move."
Despite her trace, a stab of pain hit her as she recognized the voice. One of their own students. Leia's son and Anakin's grandson. "I will not. You will have to strike me down if this is the path you choose."
"Very well."
Ahsoka stood and let go of everything; weariness, sadness, hope, fear, anger, the past, the future, life.
As she lay there dying, she could hear the whine of the starship leaving the hanger and, then, the atmosphere. Kylo screamed his frustration.
Her last act was to smile. The child made it.
As light left her eyes, she saw the white convor...and awoke in death.
It was not the end of the Republic and the Order. It was decades past the fall of the Empire. She was at the new Order, Luke's Order. But what was happening? She got out of bed and grabbed a robe to throw about herself. The pain and cries were growing and, for the first time in decades, she wished she had her lightsabers.
In the hallway, a pair ran past her. A girl and an adult. Swayed by the growing feel of the Dark Side, she motioned them to keep running while she turned to face it. She didn't recognize it's feel, but was relieved to feel it wasn't Vader. No, Vader was gone. Focus.
She opened herself to the Force and felt the dregs of sleep and old age leave her. She had to save whom she could. She had to stop whoever was attacking.
She found no one else but did find the path of their attacker. A flash of vision from the Force showed her where she needed to be and so she planted herself at the location; a doorway that lead to the hanger. She could feel the threat coming, the fear rolling before him like tidal waves. She sat quietly in meditation.
"You block the path to my destiny," he said, his voice deep, rich, and calm. "Move."
Despite her trace, a stab of pain hit her as she recognized the voice. One of their own students. Leia's son and Anakin's grandson. "I will not. You will have to strike me down if this is the path you choose."
"Very well."
Ahsoka stood and let go of everything; weariness, sadness, hope, fear, anger, the past, the future, life.
As she lay there dying, she could hear the whine of the starship leaving the hanger and, then, the atmosphere. Kylo screamed his frustration.
Her last act was to smile. The child made it.
As light left her eyes, she saw the white convor...and awoke in death.
