Among the vibrant streets of Coruscant, the fugitive wove through the alleyways of the lower levels, evading the ever-watchful eyes of the newly established Galactic Empire. Branded an outlaw since the Empire's founding, survival had become a relentless chase, often mistaken for cowardice.

It was almost laughable to think this mission would go smoothly. The window of opportunity to escape Coruscant had closed two hours ago, and now the entire district was under complete lockdown. No alleyway, rooftop, underpass, or lower level could offer the desired escape. Still, persistence drove them onward, moving cautiously through the maze of passages, evading the increasing number of stormtroopers combing the area.

Their boots splashed through puddles pooling on the metallic ground as they navigated a cramped T-section. A chill hung in the air, a familiar and suffocating presence wrapping around them like a cold shroud. The low hum of energy snapped them out of their thoughts, and they whipped around to see a single figure in the distance—a lean Togruta, cloaked in black Inquisitor armor, standing with twin crimson blades from her lightsaber ignited in reverse grips. A familiar presence.

It was Ahsoka, but not as they remembered. Her face emerged from behind a sliding mask, revealing bloodshot Sith eyes filled with hate.

"Look who decided to crawl back... Finally appearing out of your squalor," she sneered, her voice a venomous blend of contempt and satisfaction.

"Lord Vader was right... Right about me getting the opportunity to DESTROY YOU." A slow, twisted smile crept across her lips, her steps light and deliberate, closing the distance with an unnerving calm. She had envisioned this moment countless times, and now it was within her grasp.