I woke up, in a cell. I looked down at myself, my lightsabers were gone. I looked around, this sigh was familiar.
An imperial jail cell.
 
    Terrific.

      I looked around, this was similar to an imperial cell.... With it's own flair.

   The walls were smooth and grey, of course there was the normal uncomfortable black bench. But, there was a window, only about an inch wide, but extremely thick.  I glanced out. There was black, starry space. And the newest thing was.....
   The ceiling. The ceiling looked strangely liquid. Like a mirror, but it was silver, and thick. I saw myself, and my worst nightmare.
  
   I was battling my master. My lightsabers were blood red, my eyes, sith yellow. "You made this Anakin!" I yelled. "You made this monster!" I slashed out in sloppy, but angry, form. Anakin, could barely block my strikes.
  "Ahsoka, come back!" He was struggling, to fight back. "Oh, no. I believe it's you who will be coming with me!" I knocked the lightsaber out of Anakin's hand, and  walked towards him. I raised my lightsaber, swung and......
  I finally tore my gaze from the roof. This was so much worse than the imperial cells. This roof, was infested, with the dark side. Something was just so.... Wrong.
    I had to get out of here. I ran to the door..... Frame. There was no door.... Strange. I jumped, and slammed into invisible lasers. Screaming loudly, I fell, with scorch marks on my face.
   "Everyone always tries that first" I heard someone say from the next cell. Again, another difference was the window, albeit small, a view of my "cell mate". A female Quarren, with
purple skin, and clawed hands. I felt sympathetic, because I knew Quarren needed moisture to survive, but she looked very dehydrated. I wondered how long she'd been here.
 
    "I've been here for two years," she said, reading my mind.
   "I can get you out of here."