Ahsoka's eyes opened with surprise and confusion. She could not quite process the image right in front of her. The ways of the force were odd sometimes, and the danger of the darkside always lurked; yet this didn't fail to surprise her.

You, a once loyal follower of the order, now a Sith. You worked together with Baylan Skoll, another ex-jedi. Not only had you been padawans at the same period of time, but also friends, close friends. Close enough to believe her innocent when the rest of the order blamed her for the death of Letta Turmond.

The same emotion Ahsoka had once felt when she had to fight Darth Vader— coming to the clear relaxation that her once trusted master was gone; consumed by the darkside.

She had come to Seatos to prevent Morgan Elsbeth from fulfilling her plan, and you, to make sure nothing interfered with the return of Thrawn. Had you been hearing the same whispers in the force? Had the idea of the return of the Empire surged hope within you?

Ahsoka took a deep breath and then released it. This was the way things were going to be. She had fought Anakin –actually Vader– before, and she'd have to do it again with you. That was just the way things were. “Not exactly how I'd thought we'd meet again.” She said, placing her hands on her hips, close enough to her lightsabers.