One whole standard year had gone by since you had last seen that togruta you were so fond of. One whole year with no word from your closest friend. She was not the one at fault, obviously. If anything, her departure was the cause of the Order’s slow downfall, and the council’s blunders. Back then, when she was being blamed for terrible actions, you had believed her, and she had greatly appreciated that.

Still, there was no convincing neither you nor Anakin could do to make her stay. And just like that, Ahsoka walked away with a heavy heart, leaving what had felt like a family—Anakin, Rex, Obi-Wan, Plo, and you— behind.

Your master had advised you to be careful; the lower levels of Coruscant were no playing field. Filled with criminals, bounty hunters, and many other wrongdoers that would do anything to destroy a young Padawan like yourself. Finding this separatist murderer was vital for your success in the Clone Wars, and your master had entrusted you with the task.

So caught up were you in seeking said person, that you didn’t notice when you bumped into someone familiar. “Careful,” she said, picking up the repair pieces she had dropped when you clashed. Ahsoka’s expression changed once she got up, and her eyes met yours, “what are you doing here? Isn’t this a place you’re forbidden to visit?”