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You should definitely bring Vader in!

Awesome! Thanks! 😀

AHSOKA TANO

I groan and turn over on . . . a plump, soft sofa? Sitting up, I put a hand to my forehead and slowly open my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. Where . . ? I quickly put my hands to my belt and sigh in relief to feel my lightsabers. Who ever rescued me made sure to bring them along.

With that thought, I remember everything, and I narrow my eyes and growl. I messed up completely. I was brash, just like Anakin. At that I can’t help but smile. But, like Master Kenobi would say, I have learned from my mistake. I know now how to bring that Owl-lady down. I shouldn’t want revenge, though, I chide myself. It’s not the Jedi way.

My head is still throbbing, but my vision is clear. When I stand my legs are wobbly, but as soon as I get the blood flowing I’ll be alright. The room I’m in is large and square, with several lounge sofas, a couple low sitting tables, and many colorful plush rugs. The light is provided by means of several golden chandeliers and highly decorative lamps. There are no windows, I see with disappointment. It must be a chamber far inside the castle/palace/prison/whatever-this-place-is. I’m still completely exasperated not knowing where in the galaxy we are.

I see the girl laying on one of the sofas, and my heart drops. She doesn’t look good. Neither does Rex. There are several other troopers, but I can see them start to move and hear them moan. Rex and the girl took the dark force bad. I wonder how that woman got that kind of power, and it doesn’t seem like anything Dooku could have taught her.

I carefully walk to Amberley’s side, making sure not to fall on her with my unsteady feet, and feel her pulse. It’s slow, but steady. I put a hand on her forehead. It is cold and clammy. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, covering her with a blanket.

Next, I crouch down next to one of the waking troopers laying on a makeshift mattress. “Hey,” I say under my breath, “are you all right?”

He has a long scar running across his forehead and his head is shaved. “Not as good as before, that’s for sure,” he grunts, and I smile. The clones are tough.

I make my way over to Rex. His pulse is like the girl’s, and his face just as cold. He must have convinced Hagrid to let him come back to try and protect me. I shake my head and sigh. I need to go to the others and figure out what to do.

I walk to the door and gently ease it open, still not ready to barge about the place. I enter a small hallway, which leads to several other rooms. Behind the closest door I hear the muffled voices of the others, and I step inside.

They are sitting in a room similar to the one I was just in and are talking around a large table, on which I see several clones handing out bread, cheese, meat, and some sort of white, frothy drink. “Not the best, but I’ve had worse!” Traps says as he tears into a hunk of meat, and the others laugh.

Then Harry looks up and sees me. “Ahsoka! You feeling better?”

“Not as good as before!” I answer with a grin. “But we need to figure out what we’re going to do if we want to stay alive. The others,” I jerk my thumb back over my shoulder, “are okay for now.”

Everyone nods emphatically, and Janner speaks up. “We should wait until the clones and Amberley are awake to do anything.”

“That,” Hermione adds, “or leave several guards with them while we try to find a way out of here. Then we can come back for them.”

“Right,” I say, folding my arms, “but first we need to come up with a plan. That Owl-lady could probably send her minions out after us. The power is in the jars, apparently. Does anyone here know anything about her?”

After a moment, Emberyn (he knows about Macha, right?) says, “she is the Owl-Witch of Ireland, and she takes folks souls. Then, when she has all of their emotion, they turn to stone. I think that’s enough said.”

The clones immediately start talking and Leeli, Janner and Kalmar exchange worried glances with Ron, Harry, Hagrid, and Hermione.

“But,” Emberyn continues, and everyone quiets, “I don’t think her magic works the same here. It is in those jars, so if we can break those, she’s powerless.”

“Exactly,” I say. “So we’ll have to aim for the jars first and foremost if we are attacked again. I assume our goal is to get out of here? I’m afraid none of us know the layout of this place?” They shake their heads and I sigh again.

“We’ll be like blind Gungans,” a clone scoffs.