In the desolate hopelessness that was Tatooine, there rose a scream to scare the damned. Blood and bodies decorated the great hall of Sota Slayer's home. Her brother and twin lay dead amongst his family, worse was those who'd done the deed sat dejectedly in the high backed chairs. Three of the litter of 5, sat blood smeared and defeated while their husband's stood behind them. Closing on them with her saber, she found herself gaining altitude. A large black eagle had her in its clutches as it whisked her away out of the accessible high window. Dropping her into the oasis,Sota floundered in not only grief, but the pain in her shoulder. As her brother's imprint joined hers. Her daughter's had failed. In their corrupt need for power, they'd forgotten that the marks had not always been given to the next in line. They'd murdered their uncle and his entire family to gain nothing. Nothing but damnation and expulsion from the family for the rest of their days, if they were not killed. How had she missed the evil roosting in their breasts? They'd been in the last stages of helping the Pathbourne through the gate, now God only knew where she'd find herself. Yet the darkness that now resided in her home, did not bode well for their ancestor. Climbing out of the water a young woman clasped her tightly, crying.
"Oh mother." B.E. said as the last of her pinfeathers retracted into her skin.
Ahsoka tried to breath calmly as she faced an irritatingly well composed Rex. It just wasn't fair, the man never seemed to sweat . He'd always played it so calm and cool. To make things even worse the damned tattoo was itching underneath the no fingered glove. She leapt, tucking, going for the roll when Rex caught her with the practice saber. She grit her teeth against the pain as they came down hard on the mat. Ahsoka looked up into his shaking head, she sighed. This whole dream tattoo deal was getting the best of her. Yet telling Skyguy would mean it would reach Master Yoda's ears. Master Yoda meant it would be brought in front of the council. She shivered, no. Ahsoka eyed Rex, he was someone whom she trusted. " What's on your mind 'lil' one?" He asked seeing her thoughtful expression. Her face scrunched up at the old nickname, he indeed knew she was no longer a 'lil' one. Rex used it more as a shield between them, then the endearment it was once used for.
" You remember that Force surge a couple of nights ago don't you?" She walked beside him as they went to one of the side benches. She pulling off her gloves.
" It affected every force-user in the galaxy. " Ahsoka nodded, as she sat down remembering.
" I can trust you, can't I?" Rex stilled, their trusting each other had never come into question before. It hurt and made him uncomfortable. She reached out and touched his arm.
" I trust you Rex, I do. What I'm about to explain though needs secrecy til I've figured it all out. I don't need to have the council taking me off duty for an investigation. I hate being left behind, you know that." He relaxed a little.
" I can't promise I won't talk to the general if I deem it needs his attention." Ahsoka nodded.
She opened up her palm. " I know its a little hard to see, but if you look closely you'll see a red hand tattoo." Taking her upturned hand in his, Rex shook his head. It was nearly impossible to see. Using the water canteen he'd brought with him, he put the cool metal against it.
" I don't recall you asking one of the men to give you a tattoo." Ahsoka's red face went slightly pale. " I didn't and none of them would be that stupid to give me one even if I did ask." Rex put his efforts into listening as well as staving off his bodies physical reaction to her nearness. Yes he knew she had feelings for him, deep enough to get them both into trouble. He refused to let her jedi talents go to waste for the likes of him. She deserved to become a Master. He nodded as she finished her sentence. "Damned right. Now tell me where did you get it?" Rex said easing away the now warm container to see the imprinted red hand. The story would have been unbelievable, if he hadn't known her for so long.
" Its not a tattoo. Its an imprint, and this was given to you in a dream?" Ahsoka rolled her eyes.
" You don't believe me." Rex caught her as she made to stand up." No its that I do. Ahsoka this is serious,dreams aren't supposed to leave you souvenirs.
Jedi dreams are meant as premonitions in the worst cases. I don't like this, it could mean danger." Ahsoka laught." We're at war, we're all in danger." Then she sobered, before continuing.
"Rex she was so scared, so lost. She actually thought she was in hell. I've checked all the reports of women in accidents from the last three days. None of them match her description. I just can't shake the feeling she's in trouble." He frowned grimly. Ahsoka's feelings were never wrong.
Morgan laid bruised, broken and naked on the metal floor of the practice room.Trying to keep the super battle droid's foot from crushing her lungs. " I know that you want me.Why not take me?" She seethed between desperate breaths as her strength was failing. Count Dooku looked down from his high backed chair. He shook his head sadly. " You miss the point my dear. I want you that is beyond question. Its more what I need from you before I enjoy your pleasantries." Morgan growled as a shot of adrenaline shot through her body, even as the foot was making progress. " I'll show you pleasantries, just let me up." Dooku chuckled at her anger.
" Yes my apprentice, let your anger rise and turn to hate." Morgan's strength suddenly abandoned her as the truth of his words hit her. No.
The foot hesitated. " No." Sighing at such a waste Dooku nodded. The foot snapped bone, tore muscle and pulverized organs as it connected with the floor. He watched in fascination as her bruises lightened. As he'd seen them do all week, since before she'd awakened. " Collect the blood, before it is re-absorbed into her body. Tomorrow I start to train her in earnest. " With that he went to make his excuse to his dark master.