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Defiance's Price	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 31866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5
The spatial receptors in her montrals indicated the pressure change moments before the sound of the door opening reached her.
“Well my dear, it would seem our time together is at an end,” Ahsoka couldn’t see him as he entered the room, the door was somewhere behind her, but Hondo announced himself with the commiserating comment. “Your new Master-”
“He’ll never be my Master!”
“Ah, but there you are wrong,” Hondo told her with a smile as he came around to face her head on, just far enough away that the give in her bonds wouldn’t allow her to reach him. “You see, the deal is done and you now belong to Atai Molec.”
“Before you receive your payment?” Ahsoka tossed her head and shot him a condescending look. “Hardly.”
“Ah, but you see, we have come to an agreement.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. “Other than selling me?”
“Governor Molec will continue to be my guest as his cargo is unloaded,” as he spoke, Hondo stepped away, to his desk to collect the glass he’d abandoned before, turning to face her as he took a sip. Something about his look, his posture, sent off a set of warning bells in her still mussed mind. “He will remain until it is completed.”
“Why?”
“Call me a generous host!” Hondo chuckled but it died swiftly. “Perhaps I wish to impress him with my hospitality.”
“Good for him; I hope he chokes on it.”
“Ahsoka,” he tsked, drawing her name out with a shake of his head. “Is that any way to speak of the man who will be sharing your bed tonight?”
“My - what?”
“Atai has purchased you, as agreed,” there was surprisingly no inflection in his statement, “and made me a very rich man.”
“I’m so happy for you,” her reply was dry before turning hard. “Atai will not be sharing my bed!”
“Hmm, true; you will be gracing his,” the insouciant shrug of the pirate captain wasn’t echoed in his rather lackluster gaze. “Once I have half of my payment, you are to be turned over to his… care.”
“A little late for second thoughts, isn’t it, Hondo?”
“I see you, my dear. Thinking. Plotting. Planning. When you are off my ship, you will escape Atai, yes?” He held up one finger on the glass before upending it, wiping his lips with the back of his other hand before continuing. “When you are off my ship. You will be in his possession before that.”
Ahsoka felt herself pale as she realized exactly what Hondo was saying. Here, on his ship, she couldn’t use the Force. Atai would have the same advantages over her that Hondo did and, being a military man, it was likely only a matter of time when she fought to keep him at bay before she lost. And lose she would; even if she won, it would only be a temporary reprieve before Atai either drugged, whipped or shocked her into submission.
“It was not my intention, my dear, and for that I am sorry.”
Laughter bubbled out of her before she could stop it, the sound slightly hysteric. “Sorry? You’re sorry?! Now? After... after...” she couldn’t finish as the words stuck painfully in her throat, tugging on her chains, trying to get to him. At that moment, if she’d been free, she wasn’t sure if she would have throttled Hondo or something worse.
Whatever she’d have done, it was a very un-Jedi-like impulse.
“Ah. Well.” Hondo upended the glass, wiping his lips with the back of his other hand before continuing. “What’s done is done and cannot be changed.”
He placed the glass down on the desk and started to move, walking around her to get to the door and Ahsoka turned her head, alarmed. “Hondo? Hondo, you can’t just going to leave me here like this!”
“You are no longer mine to concern myself with, my dear,” he returned with a flick of the wrist as he continued away, not looking back. “Good luck, Ahsoka.”
“Hondo?” He passed out of her view, the sound of his footsteps echoing back to her. “Hondo! Hondo!”
The door closed on her last call, leaving her alone once again, her wrists raw from the binders where they’d rubbed against her skin as she struggled to break free. The chains jangled in a kind of musical discord as her efforts once again proved fruitless.
A strange smell hit her moments later and she began to cough, her body curling on itself, as a gas was released into the chamber.
No!
The thought was despairing; frantic. She had to be conscious, to have her wits about her; she had to be capable of fighting off Atai!
No matter her determination, it was useless.
Within moments, despite her efforts, her eyelids grew heavy.
Fluttered.
Snapped open in a single, desperate bid at remaining that way and then closed, her body sagging against the restraints as she slipped into a drug induced slumber
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“You’re certain the shock collar is unnecessary?”
“The Capt’n says you shouldn’t need it.”
“If this costs me my prize…”
“She’s trapped on the ship and chained to the bed, Govn’r; she ain’t going anywhere.”
The wheezy voice of a Weequay somewhere nearby, speaking with an irritated, yet anticipatory gruff voice, floated about her head, the prevalent sensation of ringing in her monstrals, a dull thud resounding through the deck plating and into the softness under her head; a sensation she couldn’t reconcile with the disjointed feeling within her own body.
How long was I-?
“And you’ve confirmation the cargo is mostly transferred?”
“Exactly half; Capt’n says that’s why you get the girl.”
“Excellent; get out.”
There was the sound of a door opening and then closing and Ahsoka tried to push her head off where it lay only to find it felt too heavy for her neck. Her limbs felt heavy when she tried to move them, her arms unresponsive as she lay there, another distant thud reverberating through her nerve endings.
“Alone at last, Jedi.”
The voice sent a shiver down her spine, panic already having started to settle about her heart and constricting her chest as she realized she was paralyzed and couldn’t move. Unlike before, when she’d been alone with Hondo and able to defend herself, here and now she was unable to do more than blink.
Her throat closed and her eyes burned with unshed tears as she was beaten before she’d even begun to fight. Not fair, she wanted to scream, unable to make her voice work, a prisoner in her own body. This isn’t what he said he wanted; this isn’t…
Atai had changed the rules.
Strong hands, cruel and purposeful, reached down to turn her, her head being angled so she could see the smug satisfaction on the Zygerrian’s face. “How’s it feel, little skug?” It wasn’t really a question and she couldn’t have answered if she’d tried. “You’re a little overdressed.”
The tearing of fabric pinched her skin as his claws hooked into the fabric from the underside, close to her skin, and began to pull downwards, using the angle of his sharp nails to shred the fabric.
Warm air slid across her skin, but she shivered involuntarily, a reflex to the sensation and Atai’s eyes gleamed as he reached the curve of her bodice. With a jerk, he split the fabric one way, reset his hand, and then slashed the dress open the other.
Her breasts, to Atai’s obvious displeasure, didn’t spill free and remained stubbornly behind the remnants of her dress. Atai growled as he tore the strips loose, his claws grazing her skin. Ahsoka felt the bite, the pain, her mind rebelling against the attack on her person, horrified it had come to this.
Within moments, the upper half of her dress was gone, leaving her bare and nude to the waist, exposed to his covetous gaze. He stepped back, far enough she saw the bulge in his pants hadn’t lessened from when she’d last seen it and a sick feeling settled over her.
She knew what came next; Hondo had ensured it.
Bitterness and disbelief warred with one another as Atai stripped, shedding his clothing, the organ that would impale her swelling with each move. Unlike Hondo, who had simply been doing a job, Atai looked eager to begin.
She closed her eyes on the sight, unable to watch. In the back of her mind, she registered another distant thud reverberating through her nerve endings, though it was lost to the immediate present.
He touched her first, his hands rough, his claws leaving blatantly possessive red marks over her breasts and backside, both deeper than those on the rest of her exposed flesh. He didn’t remove her skirt, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, simply let his hands trail down and around it, exploring with demeaning efficiency the areas he wanted.
His hand slid between her legs, gripping her thigh, his wrist pressed against the most intimate part of her. There was a brush of fur, the sweep of satin against skin as he bent down, bit her –
And lifted his head, frowning.
“Where is the warrior goddess who has always defiantly fought me?” He demanded, giving her an angry shake. “Where is the fire from the negotiation room? Are you simply going to lie there and…oh.” Atai began to chuckle and she looked at him through narrowed, unfocused eyes. “You are still drugged. No matter.”
He let her fall back to the bed momentarily, going to his discarded clothing, his engorged, swollen cock swaying and bouncing obscenely as he moved and her eyes shut once more on the sight.
Then she was moving, her head and arms falling back, one furry arm sliding around her waist and pulling her upright. Her front was pressed against his, his erection digging into the soft, toned flesh of her stomach, the bite of a hypo digging into her arm.
Her head lolled to the side, her eyes snapped open to his.
Atai smiled, a devious kind of feral smile that was uniquely his. Rubbing against her deliberately, he pressed the turgid length of his blatant arousal against her lower body. “The counter agent is swift, little skug but not for your benefit; mine. So I can enjoy you at my leisure; not yours,” his hand closed about one of her breasts and squeezed none too gently before his lips followed.
Ahsoka gasped as reality returned, pain blossoming in her breast, the still heavy feeling of being Force blocked now overridden with the sting of shock. Her conscious mind protested the assault, a tingling sensation in her fingers heralding the slow return of partial mobility. Her arms twitched, a muscle spasm drawing one up, but without weight or purpose.
One of the sharp edges of Atai’s teeth brushed her skin and a whimper of sound passed her lips, dread and desperation surging together as she felt the paralytic effect begin to lift. Would she get full mobility back in time to stop him? Could she? He was strong, more violent than Hondo and she hadn’t the advantage of-
The dull, screaming sound of an alarm claxon began to sound from somewhere outside the room, drawing Atai’s head up, irritation in every line of his expression. There was a brief knock on the door and then it slid open.
“Governor Molec-”
“Get out!”
Ahsoka’s head flopped to the side as he turned partially, the red emergency lights visible behind the startled Weequay in the door. She concentrated on forming a fist as Atai addressed the pirate.
“But, sir, my orders-”
“Are not to interrupt me! Get out before I see you whipped!”
The pirate waited for a moment before shrugging. “Someone’ll be by to get you when it’s over then.” With that cryptic remark, the Weequay departed, engaging the security system on his way out, effectively locking them in.
The whirring sound was almost trigger like in its effect on her as she began to weakly struggle, trying to find the strength to break Atai’s grip. He bared his teeth at her as she managed to get her arms between them, feeling stronger by the second but still unable to lever him away.
“I see your strength is returning. Good; I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”
“L- let me go,” the words came out thick, her tongue feeling about three sizes too big for her mouth.
A crow of delight came from Atai. “Slaves don’t speak to their masters that way, skug,” he squeezed her breast again, the tips of his nails digging into the sensitive flesh.
It was enough to sting, but not hurt.
Held upright by Atai’s grip, Ahsoka’s legs shifts and twitched, trying to get them under her but her efforts backfired as Atai kept his grip on her breast and then reached down to collect one leg. Lifting it, he set his furry, slightly barbed shaft against her entrance. His eyes glittered as she pushed at him with increasing fervor, the strength in her protests seeming to please him.
Too close! Her mind was frenzied, frantic. Too close. “Get away from me,” her words came out more of a plea than a demand. “Stop!”
“Stop?” he bent, squeezing her breast, baring his teeth and running them along her jaw. “I think I’m going to take you right here, just like this, Jedi; scream for me.”
Atai’s teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck.
The pain was intense and immediate as his fangs pierced her skin, her body’s natural defenses kicking in to purge the last of the drug’s lingering effects as a raw, agonized scream shattered the silence of the room, drowning out the sound of running feet and blaster fire on the other side of the door.
Clawing at his face, his hands, kicking to get away, her body undulated, barely avoiding the thrust of his hips and being impaled on his monstrous organ. His head reared back as he deflected her attack angrily, blood on his lips, manhandling her roughly to keep his hold before tripping her backwards.
“You will learn your place, little skug!”
They landed on the bed, a muffled voice and a pounding on the door lost to the scuffle as Ahsoka tried to break free of his grip. She bit, kicked, pummeling him with hands and fist. “I’ll see you dead before you have me!” she caught him in the arm, hearing a cracking sound and scrambled to back away as his grip slacked for an instant.
Atai’s fist caught her in the side of the head, knocking her sideways to fall in a heap, stars exploding behind her eyes. It stunned her, her sight dimming as it nearly drove her into unconsciousness
The Zygerrian slaver took full advantage. He threw her to her back, following her down and prying her legs open with both hands.
Her instincts made her react automatically, weakly attempting to push him away, screaming with denial inside her head. This isn’t happening! Not again; please no! Not again; not again!
A prisoner within her own body as she reeled from the blow, her futile struggles had no effect on Atai as he knelt between her thrashing legs. Reaching down, he cupped his thick, hairy cock, eyes glittering with fatalistic intent and pressed it to-
“Commander!”
“Ahsoka!”
Atai’s expression would almost have been comical had she not been in agony as he penetrated her body with a mighty thrust just as two blaster bolts slammed into the side of his head in quick succession.
The shriek torn from her throat echoed through the room as her body bowed up and away, seeking to escape in an instinctive bid for freedom even as his muscles flexed in a last bid to hang on to her, preventing her escape.
Atai stared at her as the sound of running feet failed to pierce the shock of the moment and the excruciating seat of his body within hers. He slumped forward as she stared straight ahead, her whole body seized in denial. Closing down as it retreated to the furthest recesses of her thoughts, her consciousness as unable to reconcile what she was feeling with what she had just seen.
Voices swirled around her with the cacophony of blaster fire, but none of it registered; all she could think of was the pain to come; of distancing herself from it. She retreated from her body in those moments, reiterating to herself, as she’d trained herself with Hondo, to step outside the situation.
But Atai didn’t move as anticipated; didn’t budge.
And then the weight of him was gone.
Ahsoka’s instinctive reaction was immediate as she curled into the fetal position before she could consciously register any change except his absence, the room still swirling about her as if in a haze.
“Ahsoka. Ahsoka!”
That voice penetrated her thoughts, the grim tone reaching something within her that pushed the fuzzy feeling partly from her brain and her head came up weakly.
Several white clad figures with familiar blue markings had entered the room, but it was the one dropping to his knees next to her, the familiar jaig eyed helmet a sight she’d never thought to see again, which held her attention.
A dream, she thought disjointedly, hysterical laughter bubbling up within her throat but not finding voice as she stared wide eyed and unblinking at that helmet, unable to see through the visor to the eyes behind it. I’m dreaming; I’m broken. I want to be rescued; I never will be.
“Fives, get Kix - now!”
“I’m on it, Rex.”
Rex.
Is it him? It can’t be. It can’t be; he didn’t save me, he didn’t-
“Ahsoka?” His posture shielded her torso from the rest of the troopers in the room as he bent down, close, that helmeted gaze revealing nothing; nothing but her ridiculously normal looking visage in the mirror finish.
I’m dreaming.
I’m dreaming.
“Ahsoka? Ahsoka, it’s me; it’s Rex.”
So far gone within herself, she didn’t react when he lifted one hand towards her, stopped and then, decisively, ripped his helmet off, dropping it somewhere out of view. His shaved blonde hair was as precisely cut as ever over the rugged, almost harsh lines of his expression, but it was his eyes that caught her.
A stormy, volatile mixture of black and brown, the turmoil she could see within those orbs resonated deeply within her as their eyes locked. Blazing with a passionate, fierce protective bent, guilt and remorse shone from the depths of his eyes, snaring her attention before the overall relief of his gaze dragged her in.
“You’re safe now,” he told her in an undertone.
Safe.
It was a word she’d forgotten in this place; a sensation that was as foreign as being in a body that didn’t ache all the time – as getting a full night’s sleep.
“We’ll get you out of here, Ahsoka. I promise.”
It was the promise that did her in, convinced her he was real. He’s here. It’s really him. He’s come for me. He was here, before her; had come to rescue her when she’d needed it most! The thoughts were by rote, though she did little but watch him, not quite believing her senses.
Staring at him dumbfounded, she didn’t respond as he reached down beside her and, with efficient movements, pulled a blanket from the side of the bed and draped it around her nude body. His hands were shaking, a detail she noted abstractedly, yet somehow he managed not to touch her.
“Kix!”
The sound of his voice gave her shivers, unconsciously shrinking away from it. Reacting to her reaction, he made to withdraw and panic seized her immediately. Her hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist like a vice. “Don’t,” her throat was scratchy and hoarse from her screams, making her words rasp. “Rex-”
“I need to cover you, Ahsoka,” he admonished gruffly, “The boys don’t need to see you like this.”
“I-”
“Just rest; regain your strength,” he admonished, frowning as he turned his head over his shoulder. “Kix - I need you here!”
“Here, sir.”
“She’s been injured; make it quick.”
Ahsoka’s gaze stayed on Rex as the other man joined them, another behind him and another behind that, the feel of being hemmed in, of being trapped returning. Her breathing began to come in short gasps as her fingers tightened, digging into the plastoid and fabric that compromised his body suit; the strength of her grip drew his gaze back to her.
“Ahsoka?”
Her eyes darted to Kix as the medic knelt on her other side and she shrank back a little, towards Rex, cringing, curling in on herself, unable to reconcile the men around her with the company she so loved.
Only Rex meant security; safety.
“Sir,” Kix’s voice was soft and he moved away immediately following Ahsoka’s reaction. There was a compassion in it she just barely recognized. “Sir, I can’t help you.”
“Blast it, Kix, she’s been injured, that’s your job!”
“Yes sir; but she won’t let me.”
Kix was backing away but Ahsoka was still acutely conscious of the rest of the plastoid clad bodies standing around; of the men staring at her.
“This is Ahsoka; there’s no one she’d rather-”
“Not anymore, sir.” The medic turned to the rest of the men, ushering them away with cool efficiency and leaving Rex as alone with Ahsoka as they could be. “Back to your posts. Fives, take lead and punch us a hole; the Captain isn’t going to be able to lead this one.”
“I’m on it. General?” a pause “We've got her. She's... in rough shape, sir."
Rex’s words nearly drowned out Five’s transmission. “Kix, get back here!”
“I’m sorry sir, but you’re going to have to help her; she won’t let me touch her.”
There was an argument happening, but Ahsoka wasn’t fully aware of it, the notion of rescue having faded somewhere within that first day or two when instinct had overridden thought. Despite Rex’s presence, despite the fact she was clinging to his wrist with enough force to nearly bend the plastoid, she was still having trouble wrapping her brain around the notion.
Freedom.
Something she’d once taken for granted until it was gone and even now felt like some long ago dream.
“Easy,” Rex’s voice cut into her thoughts, squeezing her hand where it gripped his gauntlet. “I’m going to need that.”
“I’m sorry,” the words escaped before she could stop them.
“No harm done,” he assured her, even though her grip didn’t ease, searching her expression. “Kix seems to think you don’t want him around.”
A shiver raced through her and she swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t.”
“You’ve been hurt, Ahsoka, he should-”
“No!”
She tore herself away from him, clutching the blanket as she backed towards the wall, unaware of the way it drew the gaze of the troopers in the room, or the way they exchanged looks.
Fives voice dropped into a sudden lull in blaster fire. “Rex, if we’re going, we have to go - now.”
“Ahsoka-”
“Don’t let them touch me!”
Rex glanced back over his shoulder, his lips tightening, and moved in, clipping his bucket on his belt in a single movement. “Forgive me,” he said as he swept her into his arms with a slight struggle, wrapping the blanket firmly about her and spinning to his feet.
“No!” On sheer reflex she fought him, squirming, the blind panic that hit both irrational and futile as Rex’s arms were durasteel bands around her body. He’d caught her just right, pinning her arms within the blanket and down, her body covered from neck to knees, her legs twisted in the fabric.
“Ahsoka!” Rex’s tone was hard, command and strength in every syllable as he moved towards the door. “I am not going to hurt you but you could get hurt if you don’t stop squirming.”
“Let me go,” she gasped, frantic to be free, to escape the sensation of being helpless; of being powerless. That it was Rex holding her didn’t matter; she was trapped. “I can’t-”
“Free her arms, sir.”
Rex took a knee by the door as the other clones filed through, sweeping the corridor, Kix stepping outside with those words of advice.
She was placed on his thigh, the solid plastoid cover hard under her thighs as he unwound the fabric and freed her arms. As soon as she had room, she shot them out of the restrictive cloth and clutched herself about the waist, trying to control her breathing. Despite the protective posture, she was aware enough to tuck the blanket tightly about her nudity; having them watch her wasn’t something she could stand.
Shaking, trembling, she struggled to breathe, her feet flat on the ground as she struggled to get beyond the alarm his action had triggered; to reconcile it with her rescue.
“Rex?”
There was a heartbeat of silence after Five’s call.
“We have to go.”
She flinched, her eyes lifting to meet his and then away, shamed by her inability to control the reaction that had been more instinctive than anything.
“Put your arms around me, Ahsoka.”
Blaster fire sounded outside and Fives voice came again. “Rex!”
His gaze didn’t leave hers, letting her see exactly what she needed to; the depth of his caring and concern and his determination to see her free of this place. It was exactly what she needed to see. It didn’t quite quiet the panic racing through her veins but her need to be free of this place was greater in that moment than her fear of being in his arms.
With a swiftness that startled them both, she launched herself against his chest, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, knocking into his pauldron, but gripping firmly. She inhaled sharply and exhaled on a shaky breath and tucked her face close to his neck, the smell of him calming her more than anything she’d yet felt.
It was familiar; the smell of honor and loyalty, protection and sacrifice. It was everything that made him who he was. Clinging to him, trembling as his arms automatically came up to hold her, she voiced one last plea. “Get me out of here, Rex.”
“Hang on.”
Clutching him, she stared behind him as he rose to his feet and began to move. The smell of burn ozone and scorched durasteel was heavy in the corridor, with the bodies of pirates littering the hallway.
She saw Kix fall in behind Rex, the others somewhere ahead, his blaster raised as he scanned the area to the rear. He didn’t look at her directly, but Ahsoka still felt as if he were staring. Shivering, the effort to remain still in Rex’s grasp took all her effort. Her instincts were still screaming at her to fight back, to break free, but Rex’s words echoed in the form of a new mantra in her head.
We’ll get you out of here. I promise.
I promise.
From somewhere up ahead, blaster fire echoed back to her along with a series of colorful insults - which could only have come from the ARC trooper on the team. As they traversed crossover corridors, passing through hatchways and taking service corridors between levels, they left a trail of bodies in their wake before emerging in a much larger space.
She knew it instantly, her muscles flexing with the temptation of freedom as the shift in pressures tingled through her senses.
“Almost there, Ahsoka,” Rex murmured, the sound seeming to rumble through her head more than actually be spoken. “We’re almost there.”
We’ll get you out of here. I promise.
Clinging to that promise as much as she clung to his neck, she began to mouth the words as blaster fire suddenly intensified, red and blue bolts shrieking about them, Rex ducking into a side corridor and shielding her with his body. As a result, she could see what was happening as the troopers advanced out of sight, the bolts screaming back and forth down the corridor.
“Kix-”
“On it, Captain.”
It was bare seconds of being alone with Rex when the familiar hum of a lightsaber penetrated the cacophony of battle and a blur passed from the hallway behind them, the screams of pirates echoing through the corridors from the hangar bay.
The brief skirmish was highlighted by several screams and the clashing-hum of a lightsaber meeting its mark. Noises that made her flinch and tuck her eyes to his shoulder, but not close them. She couldn’t close them; if she did, she was afraid of what she’d see.
“All clear Captain.”
“For now.”
“Let’s go Rex; there’s plenty more where those came from.”
“Ahsoka?”
She tightened her grip in response, deliberately forcing herself to loosen it more around his neck when she caught the slightly choked sound of his voice, not willing to risk an audible response.
He seemed to understand the signal as he turned to move, offering gruff reassurance once more. “We’re almost there.”
Jarred by the sudden shift from standing still to a quick jog, she made no complaint as the rooms where she’d seen so much pain and agony faded behind her. Rex had her. Rex was taking her away. Rex would make sure Hondo could never harm her again.
Despite the fact that every base instinct which had been awakened during her time with the pirates was screaming at her to escape Rex’s arms - to run, to be as far from men, all men as possible - her mind was starting to clear and logic reassert itself.
She was in Rex’s embrace, held with care and conviction, a direct contrast to the cruelty she’d been exposed to these last four days. For all his hold was solid, there was a tenderness to it that had been sorely lacking in the treatment she’d otherwise received.
Rex had saved her; hadn’t given up on her. In that moment as he was carrying her up the ramp to the Twilight, Ahsoka made a decision.
If Rex hadn’t given up on her, she wasn’t going to give up on herself either.
Later, much later, Rex would identify that moment as the first step she’d taken to reclaiming her life. The first of many steps in a recovery that would take a long, long time.
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Author's Note: This is the end of this sequence of the story; the sequel, Ahsoka's road to recovery, is in the process of being written. Thanks for reading guys.
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