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Lilith's POV
"What are your orders my dear?" Sidious questioned as he slowly strutted around me - almost menacingly.

I was brought down to my knees, my body still felt as if it was lit on fire from his torture; my mind was fuzzy and disoriented with small whispers making their home; and I felt - empty.

I felt as if I was a shell where only a broken soul resided - a soul too afraid to feel anything, thus making me abundantly numb. Even the hatred I once felt before was gone. I felt nothing but the heavy weight of my shattered spirit that was left behind due to my pain and suffering.

Kill the Jedi.

I slowly looked up to meet his yellow gaze, "Kill the Jedi." I echoed in a monotone, feeling as if the words weren't my own. Like I was nothing but a puppet, and he was my Master pulling the strings.

He smiled, "What is your name?"

Lilith.

"Lilith."

"And who is Anakin Skywalker?" He spat the name of the man he so clearly despised. The same one he claims was responsible for my almost death, the angel faced man with the scar. I had no memories of him, but I could see the image of his face as clear as if he was in front of me now - like a mental picture. I guess a face like that is not one that's easily forgettable.

Jedi.
Traitor.

"He's a Jedi and a traitor." I repeated back in a low tone.

Sidious nodded in approval to my words, he then stepped closer to me and rested a wrinkly hand on my shoulder - I flinched, "I believe we're done here. Now it's time for you to do what is expected of you - wipe out the remaining Jedi and most importantly Skywalker," He began to squeeze my shoulder, and a small jolt of electricity shot through his touch; prompting me breathe a pained whimper, "Don't fail Lilith."

"I won't."

I slowly walked down the hall, my body exhausted from the pain I was forced to endure. Pain that I would have to endure again if I didn't succeed in what was expected of me, "Lady Lilith."

I paused at the voice and side-eyed the clone trooper in white armor. I knew I had an army of them, I have faint memories of their faces and even flashes of fighting along side them - but nothing more than that, "What?" I questioned in a low monotone, my eyes taking notice to a number four on his helmet.

"I had the prisoner moved just as you requested, Jimmy is with her now - preparing to send her off in the escape pod." He informed me quickly with a respectful nod, "We're waiting on your orders."

I furrowed my brows and tilted my head to the side, "What are you talking about; what prisoner?"

"Senator Amidala," He spoke the name with a bit uncertainty before he removed his helmet to show me his face. I immediately took notice to the letter 'M' that was tattooed on the side of his temple, "Are you feeling alright?"

I nodded, "Yea I'm fine, what does the 'M' stand for?" I asked, nudging my head to the ink.

His furrowed brows deepened and he looked confused, "Max."

"Come on Max, you rusty?"  I teased him after I successfully dropped him to the floor in less than a minute.

I held my hand out to him with a smirk; he sighed as he accepted it and I helped pull him back to his feet, "No, you just cheated."

"I know you, right?"

He began to look more confused than before, "Yes, I've served you for years. My lady are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded again as I bit the inside of my cheek in thought - my head was starting to hurt from trying to remember more about this person.

Stop trying.

I listened to the whispers and stopped, it was clear that he was loyal and that's all I needed to know, "I'm going to need to find an Anakin Skywalker - would this prisoner be of any use?"

He nodded, "Yes, I believe they were friends at one point; as far as I know." He continued to eye me with uncertainty, like he didn't recognize me in a way.

But he's not exactly alone there, I don't recognize me either. But I don't care who I am anymore, Sidious made it clear that that should be the least of my concerns. And I have to obey my Master, so for now, I plan to throw all of my focus into doing as he asked - kill the remaining Jedi.

But first, I have to find them.

He opened his mouth to speak again, "But you should know that too-"

"Perfect," I cut him off as I walked past him, not wanting to have a conversation regarding my lack of memory, "Call this 'Jimmy' and make sure he doesn't send her off just yet - I have an idea."

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Anakin's POV
"Don't get sassy with me, you deserved it." I folded my arms over my chest as Artoo rolled beside me - we were currently making our way back to the safe house.

I may or may not have thrown mud on him, but that's what he gets for being a little pervert. He claimed it was just how he was programmed - to record everything. He said (y/n) made him that way, but I highly doubt she meant for him to record that. And for being a droid, he really has a mind of his own, so he could've made the choice to not be a sneaky little shit.

I made it back to the house, but took the same spot on the grass instead of actually going inside. I hated being in there; not because it was small and there were too many of us, but because everyone I love is in there - all except one. The ache that reality brought devastated me, so I usually prefer to be alone instead of listening to the sound of laughter that wasn't hers.

Artoo rolled next to me once more and beeped an apology, "It's fine." I sighed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, "Come here so I clean you off."

He spun with excitement, making me smile slightly as he stopped just in-front of me so I could get the mud off before it dried.

"Just make sure you delete them," I requested as I wiped his exterior clean.

He beeped, Are you sure?

I nodded with a small eye roll, "Yes I'm sure, I have those memories etched in my brain for all of eternity. Just keep everything else you have of her, please." I choked on a lump that formed in my throat and breathed out a heavy sigh to keep myself from crying. I needed to give my eyes a break, plus I still had a headache from earlier, "Do you have the proposal?"

He beeped a yes.

"Good, I'm going to want to see that eventually, just not yet - it'll hurt too much." I dropped the dirty napkin down next to me when I finished, and he looked just as shiny as the day I got him.

He spun in a circle, How do I look?

I smirked, "Fine, but not nearly as good as me." I teased making him beep in annoyance, and I'm pretty sure he called me something along the lines of 'a dirty looking Wookiee'.

"She always said you were conceited." The sound of Cal's voice and his footsteps grew close. Until he stopped next to me, and took a seat in the dirt by my side.

I nodded without looking at him, "Her favorite thing to call me during the time we didn't exactly get along was 'you narcissistic dick head'." I chuckled at the memory - picturing her scowl perfectly as she yelled at me in our missions. I remember thinking how beautiful she looked, and how badly I wanted to kiss her - which I should have. We lost so much time that could've been perfect due to my own unneeded jealousy.

Cal joined in my light laughter, "She told me that too." But soon his laughter slowly began to fade, and the sound of the crickets took its place, "I know you're still angry at the choice her and I made - wether you forgive us or not, I can feel it in you." He spoke low as his fingers picked at the grass underneath us.

The wind picked up and blew my hair to cover my eyes, but I could still see him through the breaks in the strands, "I'm not angry, just- I don't even know," I sighed as I brushed my fingers through my hair to move it away from my face, "I just wish things turned out differently that day, all of this could have been avoided with a simple 'no'."

Cal shook his head, "Saying no wasn't as easy as you make it seem, he got into our heads - especially my Matser's." He began walking through the memory, "He convinced her and I that it was Windu who was the one behind it all, and after everything that man did to us, to me. Well, it wasn't very difficult to believe," He sighed quietly as he threw the grass the was collected into his hand towards the lake water, "He made us believe that the Jedi were corrupt, and that you and Starlight were going to die if we didn't say yes." He turned his head to finally look at me with his watery emerald eyes, "We did what we thought was right, even if it was wrong. So don't sit there and tell me you wouldn't make the same choice if the roles were reversed."

I remained silent, because I knew that he was in fact right. If someone, anyone, told me that (y/n) would die if I didn't do as they said, then I'd sell them my soul in a heart beat.

Strange, I always tried to look at it from her perspective but never could, and now that I finally am - I only feel understanding instead of anger or disappointment.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, reminiscing on the worst day of my life, "Then you two tried to kill us anyway, how ironic." I laughed as I dropped my head down.

Cal sighed heavily, "One thing you don't learn about the dark side until you're in it - is that it will consume you. It will erase who you used to be, to make room for a darker soul to take its place." He explained, " I have memories of trying to kill Ahsoka, but I hardly have any recollection of actually being in-control. And I'm sure (y/n) would say the same if she was here, because she really loved you." His voice trailed off in a whisper as his emotions began to get the better of him, "Even during this past year, she always did. Why do you think no one was allowed to kill you?" He asked rhetorically, "As much as she 'hated' you, she couldn't stand the idea of you no longer breathing."

I slowly smiled at him as water pricked at my eyes, but I did my best to keep them at bay, "Thanks Cal, I needed to hear that more than you know."

He nodded as he wiped under his own eyes. He opened his mouth to speak again, but he immediately froze and we both shot our heads up to the sky when we heard engines roaring. I quickly jumped up to my feet with hope weighing heavy in my chest, hope that it was her.

Our family from inside of the house came rushing out to see what the noise was, including a limping Obi-Wan who was still recovering from his near fatal wound, "What's going on?" Ahsoka ran forward and stopped next to Cal - her eyes glued to the ship, just as ours were.

"We're not sure," He responded as he held his arm out to slightly push her behind him cautiously.

The hope I was feeling began to fade slowly when I saw his defensive action, the action that snapped me back to reality. He's right, we don't know who it is. Although I want it to be her, that doesn't mean it is. This could easily be someone sent to kill us by Sidious.

So I placed my hand on my hilt in preparation when the ship landed smoothly over ten feet away from us.

I walked forward slowly with practically everyone behind me, and they had either their lightsabers or blasters in hand, "Rex, Cody, Fives, move to your nine." I ordered them, and they nodded before disappearing into the tree line as a precaution for a surprise attack if needed.

The ramp then began to descend and I stopped my movements as I squinted my eyes to look into the darkness. Then they widened in surprise when someone I recognized came into view, "Mando?"

"Well I'll be damned," The mandalorian I haven't seen in years strutted down the ramp in his beskar armor. Yoda followed behind him - which surprised me even more, "I was told only the intelligent Jedi survived."

I removed my hand from my belt and shook my head with a smirk, "We both know you'd be dead if Aayla hadn't save your unintelligent neck. Who goes after a Rancor without a weapon?" I rolled my eyes, and I could feel everyone else eyes on us - watching our interaction with confusion.

"Says the Padawan learner who merely stood by and watched." He stepped closer.

I shrugged with a step of my own, "I was curious to see if Rancor teeth was strong enough to pierce that armor of yours."

We both remained silent as the wind blew between us, the silence deafening as everyone watched to see if we were about to quarrel. Until finally, much to everyone's surprise, we both laughed and pulled each other into a hug, "It's good to see that you made it kid."

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Lilith's POV
"Is everything understood? Or shall I repeat it for that dense head of yours?" I stood in the doorway of the escape pod that the Senator was currently inside of.

She shook her head before dropping it down with a few tears streaming down her cheeks, "No, I got it." She whispered low. She was upset about what she had to do, but I hardly gave her a choice in the matter.

"Good, you have forty-eight hours or I'll turn my little threat into a reality Ms.Amidala." I went to press the button for the doors to close, but I paused briefly- my threatening gaze locking were watery innocent ones. I don't know what it is about this woman, but every time I look at her, I get nauseous, "Don't mention that I'm alive either, I'd rather they be surprised." I then pushed the button for the doors to close, and then another for the pod to detach.

I watched as it floated away in the darkness of space, until my attention was pulled to a hand being placed on my shoulder. I instantly flinched as I remembered Sidious' four day long torture, "Lady Lilith, are you sure you're-"

I cut 'Max' off with the wave of my hand, causing him to fly backwards and smack into the wall. He hit his head the hardest, before dropping down to the floor unconsciously with Jimmy rushing to check his condition, "Don't touch me." I spat with a heavy traumatized breath - flashes of the excruciating pain and the sounds of my own screams sped through my mind.

Without saying anything further, I left the room - not knowing if I killed my Captain or not.

Nor did I care.

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