"WomAN what the kR-"

    "GET YOUR KRIFFING NERF-HEARDER, LASERBRAIN, E CHU TA ARSE OFF THE KRIFFING FLOOR!"

    Ahsoka willed herself to push past the exhaustion and open her eyes. As her lids fluttered about, a brilliant bright light poured into her eyes. She muttered her own strand of cuss words at the searing pain that tore at her vision, but it paled in comparison to the insults she had just received.

    "What's your problem?" The Togruta hissed, raising an arm to block out the light. It was apparent that she had already crossed the rainbow bridge. Why? For one, she didn't even think it was possible for that room she had fought in to become this bright, and for two, Ahsoka had felt her own heart stop. Could a girl not just die in peace?

    Her angry attitude dissipated instantly when her gaze stumbled upon an entire legion of deceased Force-sensitives. Most she didn't recognize, but the one and only Qui-Gon Jinn, as well as Aylile, were proudly standing at the front as though they were the commanders of everyone. No doubt, one of the two had just called her nearly every insult in the book.

    "You, it seems," Qui-Gon remarked, adding a clicking of his tongue in disappointment. "We asked for a savior, and this is what we get?"

    "Thanks for the confidence boost. Really needed that," the Togruta rolled her eyes. Although, seeing that she wasn't in a position to anger really powerful beings, she obliged to their request and stood up. She was expecting every single muscle, even the ones she didn't even know she had, to ache, but was pleasantly surprised when her body was pain-free. Not even her hip pulsated discomfort.

    Right, she forgot she was dead. Dead people don't have a real body that can hurt.

    "That's not what he means," Aylile shook her head, stepping forward. Yeah, it was definitely Qui-Gon who cussed her out. "Mind reiterating that, Quinn?"

    A brow-like marking raised in suspicion from Ahsoka. Since when did Aylile know the Jedi? Why would she give him a nickname? The Togruta's process of thought was interrupted as Qui-Gon stepped forward.

    "We got a broken soldier. She's empty, depressed, and flawed."

    "And that's supposed to make me feel better?" Ahsoka scoffed, crossing her arms. She already didn't like death. This was a pain in her hind end.

    "But..." he added, a small smirk toying with the corners of his lips. "She's strong. And bada*ss. And she can kick anyone's butt, including her own. She just seems to have simply forgotten that her name is Ahsoka Kriffing Tano."

    Alright, maybe this wasn't going that bad. She could barely smother her chuckle at the 'including her own' line.

    "Then why did I die? Why did I get bested?"

    "Because-"

    Aylile cut him off, obviously annoyed with the slow pace of the conversation. "Nobody bested you. You did that to yourself. That stupid Sith couldn't fight if his life depended on it. Do you not remember any of your past feats? Your discovery of your Force-destruction powers? Flying? Your more powerful form?"

    "It's not flying. It's self-manipulation-"

    "Same difference. Now, tell me. Did you or did you not do your best?"

    "Well..."

    "Exactly. Did that Sith deserve to win?"

    "Not exactly..."

    "You proved my point for me. Anything you'd like to add, Quinn?"

    Qui-Gon turned and looked at the Pantorian, miffed at not only how she had stolen the conversation and made him look like an idiot, but how she had used the nickname he absolutely despised.

    "No, no. Go ahead. You seem to be just fine without me."

    Aylile gave a triumphant nod at the Jedi, then turned back to Ahsoka. Stepping forward, she laid her misty, ghost-like hand onto the Togruta's shoulder, which was in the same condition.

    "Look, you are an idiot. But you're our idiot. We're here with you every step of the way, even if that path weaves between death and life about five times. Like seriously Ahsoka, how many times are you going to die?"

    "Come on, I haven't died that many times."

    "You were killed by the Son, fell off a cliff, exploded a planet that you were on and remained in space for several days with no air, and just bled out. Is that enough for you?"

    Ahsoka's lips pressed in a flat line at this statement. Staring at the Pantorian in both shock and uneasiness, she couldn't help but wonder if her life was a little bit messed up.

    "What are you waiting for? Get back out there! Kick name, take a**."

    "Quinn, that's not how the saying goes," Aylile laughed. Her mood quickly warped into one full of serious facial features. "Kick a**, take names."

    "But I'm dead?"

    "Has that ever stopped you before?" The Gray Jedi pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Now shoo, go give that guy what he deserves."

    "Before I go," Ahsoka interjected, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I would like to thank you all for this wonderful pep-talk. It was totally traditional and totally didn't make me feel like bantha fodder half the time."

    "Ah, no worries. Just doing our duty," Qui-Gon chuckled, sharing a knowing glance with Aylile. "Now, time to meet the crew."

    "The crew?" Ahsoka echoed.

    Instead of answering with words, Qui-Gon stepped to the side and gestured to all of the deceased Force-users standing behind him. A good majority of them were recognizable from the group of Gray Jedi she had met on Dantooine, and several others were past Jedi she had learned about while living at the Temple.

    "Gather around, everyone. Let's give her a hero's goodbye," Aylile instructed. Everyone did as told, filing into a large circle around the Togruta. Then, in one fluid motion, they all ignited their weapons (mostly classic lightsabers) in front of their chest, then slashed them down towards the ground. A nod of approval was passed around the circle towards their prophesied one.

    Amongst all of this, one thing caught Ahsoka's attention. A male Miraluka that stood from across her had used a weapon much different. Instead of the generic lightsaber, he had built a spike of some form of rock or metal out of thin air. While she had no clue it was possible to replicate, she was intrigued.

    "Wait," Ahsoka called out, striding up to the Miraluka, her head tilted in curiosity. "What's your name?"

    "Jaedyne," he replied hesitantly. While his strong connection to the Force allowed him to make out her figure, he had never truly seen the Togruta before. He wasn't sure if he should be excited to speak to the Gray Jedi or incredibly nervous.

    "Can you show me your skill again, Jaedyne?" She asked.

    "This?" Jaedyne flicked out his wrist, and once more a sharp spike of the material was formulated.

    "That's incredible," she marveled, reaching for the spike and grazing her fingers across it. "How? Was that a secret skill of the Miraluka?"

    "Of course not," he assured her. "It's a trick of the Force that my master once taught me. Feel the energy field around you, then, instead of using it, convert it into something else. Matter can not be created, nor destroyed. It must be changed, therefore you use molecules of the Force to construct what you please on demand."

    "Fascinating," she whispered, staring down at her own palm. "Thank you, Jaedyne. I hope we meet again."

    "As do I, Ahsoka Tano."

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    All of the Togruta's senses were foggy when she finally came conscious. Her eyelids were still clamped shut, so darkness continued to shroud her. All noise was muffled as well, but she could barely make out a voice that was coming from beside her.

    "I can't believe she just died on her own. It's a shame. Torturing her would've been fun. At least she's terminated, though. I can rest assured that the little schutta will never foil my plans again. Kriffing Ahsoka-"

    "-Tano," Ahsoka finished with a carnivorous growl. All the hatred and fury in her eyes seemed to burn bright enough to start a fire.

    "You're dead," the Sith sputtered.

    "Don't get used to it. I found death to be inconvenient, so I just came back," she shrugged. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eye when she realized that the Sith was no longer standing over her.

    "Inconvenient?" He coughed, his eyes growing wide in shock. "Who in Mustafar are you?"

    "The name's Tano," she replied, pushing herself up off the ground. A trail of blood was still trickling from her wound, but she paid it little attention. Bleeding out obviously wasn't a concern for the Togruta.

    The Sith trembled in fear, quickly igniting his crimson lightsaber as the Togruta started to emit a bright light. The markings on her face began shifting into three stripes, and her eyes were changing into pools of white that were more vibrant than a star. The toes of her boots were barely touching the ground as energy began circling around her and levitating her body. Then, to provide even more grounds for the man to be terrified over, Ahsoka raised her hand, then roughly swung it down and called for shards of Quantum Crystalline to formulate into a jagged spear. She looked up at him with a smirk, then added, "Ahsoka Kriffing Tano."

    He didn't even have time to prepare as she lunged forward and brought the spike down on him. The Sith raised his lightsaber to shield the attack, but it took both of his hands to keep his weapon from not falling. Using this to her advantage, Ahsoka harshly kneed him in the gut repeatedly. Even if the enemy wanted to escape, he couldn't. One wrong move and she would be able to overpower him and drive his own lightsaber into his head. When the Sith finally started to cough up blood, she relented and Force-pushed him into a wall.

    Albeit shaky, he forced himself to stand up and ready his lightsaber once more. However, Ahsoka was done playing that game. She held up her hand and allowed the spike to separate into a multitude of razor-sharp shards, then flicked her wrist and sent them flying at him. While he managed to fend them all off with his lightsaber, he wasn't prepared for her to gather large spheres of energy in both of her hands to throw at him. His lightsaber was no match for the bright power. It overtook his body and roughly slammed him into the wall again.

    "You strike me," she barked, flexing her fingers as Force-lightning began sparking amongst them. He tried to crawl away from the advancing Togruta, but she sent a sharp jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. A cry of pain tumbled off of his lips, but she ignored it. "But I'll always rise up to the challenge."

    The Sith was breathing heavily as she stared down upon him. "Please... spare me. I'm just a lost soul who needs someone to lead me back to the Light."

    Ahsoka tilted her head at his plea, appearing as though she was considering it. However, with a transition so sudden it even frightened herself, she called for the shards of Quantum Crystalline to form back into a spear and drove it into his heart.

    "I'm done playing your games," she spat, crouching down so he could see her better. "I'll kill you, just as I did with your master."

    He pathetically tried to squirm away and remove the spear from his body, but it was too embedded into the ground to budge. The Togruta rested her fingertips on his forehead, but it was far from a comforting gesture.

    All of the white energy began draining from her as she channeled it into her hand. Then, after twisting it into something evil and dark, she released it into his body and observed the damage. He screamed in agony as the power raked through his body and veins, slowly disintegrating him into pure dust. It began at his hands and feet, then traveled all the way up to his core.

    Several minutes later, Ahsoka's light had completely dimmed and the Sth was no more than a pile of dust. The Togruta rolled onto the ground out of sheer exhaustion and panted heavily. She would've loved to lie there forever, but her comms began to crackle with an incoming transmission. It was Barriss.

    "Ahsoka? Where are you?"

    "Nowhere important. Why?"

    "We've been trying to contact you for half an hour! Come to my location, I think I might've found something."

    "Alright. I'm coming up. Tano, over."

    Despite the protests coming from her aching joints, Ahsoka pushed herself up and exited the room as though nothing ever occurred.

« — « — « — « — « — « — « — «

    "What did you- whoa," Ahsoka gasped as the contraption came into view. Both Barriss and Rex were standing next to a large holocron-looking object that was connected to explosives.

    "We have reason to believe that this," Barris paused, slapping her hand down onto the holocron, "are controlling all those people out there. That girl? You know why she was so scared? She didn't want to fight you. She was forced to."

    "Oh Force," Ahsoka mumbled in fear. "It all makes sense now! My future self told me to not hurt the innocent. They are the innocent! They're just pawns in Sidious and the other commanding officer's game! What are we going to do?"

    "We can't disable it," Rex sighed, gesturing to the explosives. "I don't know what the bomb does, but it will be triggered if anyone meddles with the controlling device."

    "Wait. I've seen this before," Ahsoka studied the weapon closer. "This is that bomb that the Separatists developed several years ago. Remember the one that destroys all life, but leaves abiotic elements alone."

    "I hate saying this, but that's genius," Barriss admitted. "Think about it. If they were to use a regular bomb, this place would easily collapse and ruin all of their hard work. Put something like this in here? Base is intact, but all of their enemies are dead."

    "Let's take this information back to the rendezvous point. I'm going to need everyone else's opinion on what to do," Ahsoka instructed, running her fingers across the contraption one last time. "That is, if there even is anything we can do."

« — « — « — « — « — « — « — «

    "I've got a plan," Ahsoka suddenly interjected, disrupting the loud conversation and banter that had erupted amongst the six. It only took one look from Anakin to know that she was about to get shut down.

    "Absolutely not!" He refused, crossing his arms. "The last time you came up with a brilliant plan, you died. Not happening again."

    "No, really I-"

    "I'm not hearing it," the Jedi Master shook his head. "Obi-Wan?"

    "I'm with you on this one," his former master agreed. "Ahsoka, we need you alive. You've sacrificed yourself way too many times already."

    "I never even said I was going to die!"

    "You don't have to. We already know," Rex shrugged.

    "Now wait a minute, when did you join their side?" Ahsoka scoffed in disbelief.

    "When you volunteered for killing yourself in a reckless plan, again."

    "I can't believe you guys. How do you know that my plan involves me sacrificing myself?"

    "Because you're Ahsoka. We aren't dumb," Obi-Wan chortled.

    "Unbelievable," she huffed, sitting back down onto the stump in annoyance.

    "Anyone have a plan?" Anakin asked, ignoring Ahsoka entirely. Everyone remained silent.

    "I forgot about something," Ahsoka mumbled out loud. She fished into the pocket of her robes and held out the flash drive. "I found it on the Endor base. It's encrypted, though."

    "The Jedi Temple has some good decryption devices," Luminara pointed out. "But it's going to draw a lot of attention if one of us just returns to decrypt a flash drive."

    "I've got connections," Ahsoka assured her, standing up. "I'll be right back, I need to make a call."

I couldn't fool y'all. Ahsoka is just like Loki. She dies, but then revives once again. One of these days I need to make a permanent death to throw y'all off.

Anyways, Merry Christmas! I'll be back later today with another update.