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Ahsoka.

The Gray Jedi.

The savior.

Or so they said.

Look at us.

Dying souls.

Where is she when we all get murdered?

Where is she when we need her the most?

We'll all be dead.

And it will all be blood on her hands.

Death in her ledger.

Will she save us now?

Or will she just be another lie the galaxy is built upon?

Ahsoka's eyes flashed open as she threw herself up from the bed, performing a front-flip to solid ground while calling her lightsabers to her hands. Grunting while she remembered that she didn't have the weapons at the moment, she rose her hands into a fighting position as she breathed heavily.

The fact that it was just a dream, or a... vision... didn't soothe her in the slightest.

They were all dying. Every single one of them.

All the Togruta could remember from the images were the dead bodies literally the ground, all sharing one thing in common.

They were Light Side users.

Every single one of them had a red lightsaber protruding from them or a distinct bullet hole seeping blood. It had been catastrophic. If they hadn't died in the Battle of Exegol, then they were going to die of these strange killings.

No, Ahsoka thought to herself as she recounted more of the details, there wasn't anything strange about it. It's all clear. The Dark Side knows it can't defeat us in broad daylight, so they're doing their work from the shadows. It's all planned...

Ahsoka slowly eased herself back onto the inn's bed, a nauseous feeling growing in her stomach. She had believed that her sacrifice on the God-forsaken planet would've been enough to end this war, but it was only a mere pebble on a mountain. You know what they say... cut off a head and two more will grow back.

That had been precisely what she was terrified of.

The Jedi needed a leader to guide them, whereas, with the Sith, they thrived under chaos. That had been something that Ahsoka had so foolishly looked past, and now she was paying for it.

However, in this whole ordeal, there was something that confused, and concerned, Ahsoka very much. Where had the Sith found the manpower to do this? The only ones that Ahsoka knew of were the Sith Lord, Count Dooku, Darth Maul, and Asaaj Ventress, who probably wouldn't care to be involved in an evil scheme. Had these Sith been recent recruits? Or were these evil warriors that had been kept away from the public eye for years, prowling around and waiting for the right time to pounce?

Either way, there was a grim look on the Gray Jedi's face, they pose a deadly threat.

Ahsoka truly had tried to fall back asleep, given that is was 400 in the morning, but her brain was so wired with terror that it had made it both physically and mentally impossible to do so. Instead, she was left to lie on the bed as she stared at the ceiling, allowing potential outcomes and ideas to play out in her head. If she were to run back to the Temple as quickly as possible and warn the Jedi, then they might be able to put an end to the threat before it got out of hand.

There was one problem with that though... she would be exposing herself to danger. As of right now, she was supposed to be dead. She wasn't a threat on the Sith's radar. So, if she were to go marching up to the Jedi Temple and flaunt her very-much-alive body, then she would have a huge target on her back, making her job much, much harder.

A groan echoed throughout the room as she buried her face into her hands. This was what she was made for, there was no mistaking that, but sometimes it could get very taxing and stressful.

"Guide me," Ahsoka whispered into the dark, shifting her body into that of a criss-cross position underneath the covers and bowing her head. A few moments later, a small breeze of wind circled around her, alerting the Togruta of another's presence. When she looked up, she saw the glowing figure of the Daughter and all her glory.

"You're lost, child," the celestial stated, half-floating and half-walking over to the side of the bed, then taking a seat beside Ahsoka. "But before you ask me for help, think of what a Gray Jedi would do."

Ahsoka furrowed her eyebrow-like markings as she tried to comply with the Daughter's request. She took several minutes to search through her knowledge of her people, but it was no easy task. Due to the fact that their past was kept a secret over all of the years, there had been very little for Ahsoka to learn in the brief chance she had to learn it.

"They were honorable warriors," Ahsoka began, slowly choosing each word with precision. "They would never back down from a fight. So would battling this threat from the shadows earn me the title of a coward? Or would rushing headfirst into this and making my presence known mark me a fool?"

"You're not a coward, nor a fool," the Daughter assured her. "I personally don't believe you ever will be. Don't allow the judgment of others to sway your thoughts and methods of action."

"This really isn't helping," Ahsoka groaned. "Both plans sound terrible."

"Maybe so," the celestial agreed, "but in times like this, terrible might be the only option we have. And maybe, just maybe, being bold and making what others might consider as a bad choice will land you a little luck."

Ahsoka nodded, trying to make sense of what the Daughter was communicating through her choice of words. Of course, being the straight-forward person Ahsoka is, she would've preferred if the celestial just gave her the dang answer, but sometimes life just doesn't go the way you'd like it to.

"I think I know my play," Ahsoka finally decided, the familiar look of determination from all her years of fighting flooding back into her eyes, "and it's about time I set it into action."

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Ahsoka sat, panting from the pure adrenaline of the past 15 minutes, outside of a certain building. She clutched two metal cylinders to her chest like it depended on her life, never stopping the constant pivoting of her head to make sure that nobody was coming towards her from any angle.

Had breaking into one of the most secure buildings in the galaxy and stealing items from a dead person's burial chamber been one of the smarter things she'd done before? Not really. However, all that mattered was that she was safe and seemingly undetected with her lightsabers at her side.

"Missed you guys," Ahsoka chuckled quietly, fondly tracing the imprint of the scale on the bottom of the hilts. She was about to make her escape of the grounds, but was stopped short as a familiar Force signature hit her like a tidal wave.

Anakin.

Ahsoka's eyes grew wide and she threw herself back to the cover of the pillar. She wasn't sure how close, but she knew that the Jedi Knight was extremely near. Ahsoka winced at the thought of her not cloaking her signature enough, hence why Anakin probably went to investigate the intruder in his former Padawan's burial chambers.

"Idiot idiot idiot," Ahsoka mocked herself, gently slamming her forehead into the stone wall. "Why was I so careless?"

Her blood ran cold as she realized that Anakin's signature was getting even more prominent. With any luck, he was probably less than 30 feet from her current position.

Is that a bad thing, though? Ahsoka asked herself. What if she were to tip Anakin off and inform him that she was indeed still alive?

No, she firmly thought. Associating him in the matters was a very, very bad idea. She couldn't even begin to think about how many ways that could go wrong. For now, it was up to her to figure out more about her visions without compromising her identity. The day will come to return to her friends, but it wasn't the time right now.

"Goodbye, Skyguy," Ahsoka solemnly whispered, then made for a quick and stealthy getaway.

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It had been several days of constant searching through real-life sources and the Force. It was indeed very tiring work, but the fruits of her labor began to shine through.

She had a lead.

Was it a good one? Who knows? Time will tell. But for now, the Togruta was happy to go off of anything.

So, at the moment, she was kind of breaking into a secure Separatist base with no backup. But, then again, did a woman like her really need a lending hand? She had skill to spare, and her lightsabers weren't exactly the most innocent weapons either.

"Excuse me, but I'll be needing to get through those doors," Ahsoka said to a pair of B1's that were guarding the back entrance, faking a sickeningly-sweet polite accent.

"Stop right there!" They commanded, raising their guns.

"Well, they always told me you weren't exactly the sharpest tool in the box," Ahsoka sassily remarked as she rose her hands, crushing the droids from the inside-out all at once. Was it the most orthodox method of killing people and/or robots? Not really. Did it make her sleep worse at night?

She paused and chuckled.

No, not really.

Ahsoka ran down the halls of the base, crushing droids and electrocuting cameras as need be. Within five minutes, she had single-handedly plowed through legions of standard battle droids, supers, droidekas, and even powered down laser-beams.

"You really might want to up your security a little bit," Ahsoka remarked to nobody in particular, stepping over the short-circuiting bodies of droids that were twitching on the floor. "I mean, I'm not your everyday intruder, but c'mon! What is the head of security doing? Watching holomovies?"

"No, I'm kicking your Jedi-butt," someone from behind her growled.

"Count Dooku," Ahsoka grinned, turning around to face the Sith Lord. "I was wondering when the commotion I was creating was finally going to draw you out."

"You shouldn't be alive," he stuttered as he caught sight of Ahsoka's face. "You demon! You're a ghost! You died on Exegol!"

"Oh honey," she sighed, drawing out her lightsabers and readying herself for a fight, "I'm not the demon here."

"Either way, it'll hurt all the same when I kill you," he declared, pulling out his singular red-bladed lightsaber and igniting it.

"You really should've taken the shot when my back was to you." Ahsoka shrugged. "Oh well, I've always liked an easy fight."

Within a second, she had lifted a finger from her lightsaber and waved it. The Sith's eyes grew wide for a moment as he tried to fight her power, but he eventually ended up falling straight to the ground, knocked out cold.

"Don't you just love it when people underestimate your powers," Ahsoka laughed, using the Force to fly her lightsabers behind her and dismantle the droids that were trying to orchestrate a surprise attack. With a bit of a chaotic smile, she deactivated her lightsabers and returned them to her belt, then picked up the Sith Lord through the Force and carried him out of the compound.

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"Where am I?" A groggy voice groaned. Ahsoka got up from her chair in the corner of the room, then marched over to the Count and gave him a wake-up slap across the face. "Ow! What the heck?"

"You're in a beautiful retreat on Naboo," the Togruta sarcastically remarked, staring him down the whole time. He looked down to his simple restraints, rope tying him to a chair, then back at her. "I wouldn't try it if I were you," she advised, pacing over to the other side of the room. "I can kill you just as quickly as I rendered you unconscious."

"What do you want?" He spat, although they both knew that behind his fearless facade was his growing fear of the supposed-to-be-dead Gray Jedi.

"It's not what I want," she replied, "it's what you want. Admit to your killing of the Jedi on Jedha, and we'll both be on our merry little way."

"What killing?" The Count asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. Either do this the easy way or do it the hard way. Either or, I'll get my information extracted," Ahsoka threatened, raising her hands to prove that she wasn't afraid to use them.

"Who are you really? A Jedi would never use such methods to gain intel," he questioned cautiously.

"News flash," she retorted, "I thought you knew, but sometimes old brains kinda forget things, y'know? A bit slow in the head there, Grandpa? I'm a Gray Jedi. I don't really roll the same way that everyone else does. Now stop avoiding the question and answer me. Why did you kill the Jedi, and who else is behind it?"
"I seriously don't know what you're talking about!" Dooku defended, attempting to raise his hands in defeat. Of course, upon remembering that he was restrained, he settled for just sitting still.

"Fine then. Hard way it is." Ahsoka sent Force waves from her hand and into the Count's head. His mental barriers were admittedly hard to get past, but minutes of hard work and undignified screaming later, she had finally managed to crack his shield.

As quickly as she could do save what little mental sanity the Sith had left, Ahsoka furiously searched through his memory and knowledge for any signs of a plot against the Jedi.

She wasn't prepared for the answer she was about to get.

For possibly the very first time in his life, the dirty, rotten, slimy snake was actually telling the truth. From what Ahsoka could see through the Force, there was not a single piece of intel hidden within his layers of lies and rotting brain in his head about her visions.

With a look of confusion, she let go of her hold on his mind. He doubled over in pain and proceeded to dramatically gasp for breath, which Ahsoka only rolled her eyes to. Her experiences over the last few years had changed her, to say the least. She wasn't innocent. She didn't feel pity or mercy. The evil man that sat, bounded to the uncomfortable chair, deserved every single bit of torture he was getting and more. If it was her choice, Ahsoka would've happily put him through more pain.

However, it wasn't.

The Jedi needed him alive so that way they could prosecute him for every single one of his crimes. He would earn his death, but unfortunately, not at the hand of the Togruta. Besides, that was partially labeled killing someone in cold blood, and that could possibly give her some legal issues.

"SEE? I WAS TELLING YOU THE TRUTH YOU IGNORANT TOGR..." Count Dooku began screaming, but he was cut off by a very aggravated Ahsoka.

"Alright, night-night idiot." She waved a finger, and just like before, he was asleep.

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"What do I write?" Ahsoka asked herself as she stood over a limp body in an alley of Coruscant, pen and paper in her hand. "Oh yes, I have an idea."

Ahsoka pressed the paper against a wall to have something to write against, then began scribbling away as she read her words out loud. "Here's a little present for my friends. Don't worry, I'll drop some more off in the future. Sincerely, an old friend of yours."

She triumphantly smiled, then tucked the note underneath one of the many ropes that she had tied around Count Dooku's body. Then, throwing a glance to her sides to make sure nobody was seeing her, she tossed her hood over her montrals and walked out of the valley, transporting the Sith Lord's body behind her via Force.

Ahsoka stopped in front of the Temple guards, then roughly dropped him at their feet. Before they could get a word in edgewise, she gave them a curt nod and walked away. One of them decided to go after her, but just like that, she had vanished into the crowds.

To the shadows.

Peace out, my ppl!