Rebels: Ahsoka's Reality

Binary Sunset

If one looked to the stars as much as he did, one would wish for a life of significance. Realizing just how small you are, and how vast the galaxy is, you would have to dream that there was something better out there for you. You would feel as though you were nothing but a grain of sand, on the largest planet, in a never ending galaxy. You would feel less than what you could be.

Ahsoka Tano looked to these stars as she led the others, Captain Rex and Obi-Wan Kenobi, outside of the cantina, just as the suns had began to set, and night had started to fall. When she looked to these stars, she couldn't help but to think to herself, Anakin has stared at these stars just as I am right now. I wonder what he thought about?

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If one looked to the stars as much as he did, one would wish for a life of significance. Realizing just how small you are, and how vast the galaxy is, you would have to dream that there was something better out there for you. You would feel as though you were nothing but a grain of sand, on the largest planet, in a never ending galaxy. You would feel less than what you could be.

When Anakin Skywalker stared at these stars, so long ago, in what seemed like to him, a galaxy far, far away, he thought of how he would be free of this place. Free of this slavery he was trapped in. He knew, with all of his heart, he would be the first one to see them all. As a child he yearned to fly, to explore, and be something more. He yearned for a life of significance. Anakin saw himself in the stars, returning here to this place, freeing all of the slaves, including his mother. He didn't know how he would do it, for he felt as though he was nothing more than a grain of sand on the largest planet, in a never ending galaxy. But Anakin knew he was destined for something more.

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"I cannot come with you, Ahsoka." Obi-Wan said.

Ahsoka shook her gaze away from the night sky, and looked Obi-Wan in the eye, "Why can't you come?"

"Ahsoka," Master Kenobi lowered his head as he put his hand on her shoulder, "I'm too old," Rex scoffed, "And I have already tried to get through to Anakin, and there's no saving him. Believe me Ahsoka," his head shook, "I want my brother back just as much as you want him back."

Ahsoka knew. The second Obi-Wan's hand touched her shoulder, Ahsoka saw everything. She saw the fire, the lava, the anger, the hate, the total self destruction, and she saw Anakin choking his wife, Padmé. She saw everything. He's more machine than man now, she thought to herself. "You're protecting his child." It was a statement rather than a question.

Obi-Wan nodded with what seemed like contempt. Her old friend then began to rub his beard, as he was known to do, and spoke only two words, "I'm sorry." The words hurt worse than the knowledge of the child and marriage. They cut deep into Ahsoka, deeper than any lightsaber could. It's as if Obi knew everything the whole time, everything, her feelings for Anakin and how he had already had someone, she felt as though he had betrayed her in some way. She couldn't think like that now, he was just as hurt as she was at how the chosen one had fallen after all.

"Did you know?" She asked. "The whole time I mean."

Obi-Wan looked to the sand beneath their feet, "No," he looked back to Ahsoka with genuine sorrow as Rex shifted his body weight onto his other leg, "not until the end."

**

If one looked to the stars as much as he did, one would wish for a life of significance. Realizing just how small you are, and how vast the galaxy is, you would have to dream that there was something better out there for you. You would feel as though you were nothing but a grain of sand, on the largest planet, in a never ending galaxy. You would feel less than what you could be.

As he kneeled along side his mother's lifeless body, Anakin Skywalker stared at the stars and felt as though he was less than nothing. He felt smaller than the smallest piece of sand, on the largest planet, in a never ending galaxy, far far away. A broken promise. That's all he felt he was good for; a broken promise. He had come back for his mother, to free her, liberate her as he had been, only to fail. She was gone. He wished it was him who was gone. But he needed to live. To live for his mother, to live for Padmé.

So, Anakin Skywalker lived, but for a moment, he had died with his mother. His self control, his compassion, his love of life, gone for an instance. In that singular instance, he was no longer Anakin Skywalker. He was something else. Something evil. His hatred could not be contained, and so he let it out. He unleashed his hatred of himself, and anger for his broken promise out on those who had captured, tortured and done much other unspeakable things to his mother. Anakin Skywalker killed them. Every single last one of them. Not just the men, but the women, and the children too. He hated them.

He felt a burning, a need and lust for revenge. The kind of burning that simply sent shockwaves through his body that made him feel stronger, and made his strikes swift, quick, but absolutely painful when slicing through the skin and bone in a way that only he could. Anakin Skywalker was not Anakin Skywalker in this moment. The rage that boiled inside of him would be a rage he would not yet feel again for some time. From that day forward, Anakin Skywalker would never be the same. That was the day, that for a moment, Anakin Skywalker had died.

If one looked to the stars as much as he did, one would wish for a life of significance. Realizing just how small you are, and how vast the galaxy is, you would have to dream that there was something better out there for you. You would feel as though you were nothing but a grain of sand, on the largest planet, in a never ending galaxy. You would feel less than what you could be.

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As the binary suns set more and more, the stars came out in droves, shining brighter than before. Ahsoka couldn't help but feel somewhat nostalgic at the sight of the night sky. She thought of happier times, ones where she could see the good in Anakin. His smile, his strong jaw line, his broad shoulders and his taunt chest. He was a symbol for many, a symbol of hope, fearlessness and strength. Ahsoka had no plan of how to speak the Darth Vader to get through to Anakin, but she figured it would require something along the lines of showing him how well they used to work together... No, that's stupid, she thought, I will just... tell him how much he means to me. How much I love him. Maybe my love for him will-

"Have you got a plan Ahsoka?" Rex asked.

She shook her head out of the dazedness and her own thought, "Yes," she lied. "Well," Ahsoka looked to Rex, "kinda. I'm sure I'll come up with something."

Rex shook his head, "I want Master Skywalker back too, Ahsoka. We need a plan. As great of an improviser as he was, I don't think we learned anything."

She smiled at him, "I think you're right. I suppose I could tell him how I feel."

Rex cocked an eyebrow and confusion visibly shown on his face, "How would you get close enough to?"

"That's where we need our plan." She replied.