Order 66 had ravaged the galaxy, a ripple through the Force as darkness took over completely. The Jedi were betrayed by the clones they grew to trust, the clones had turned on them, killed them all, and the Republic had become the New Galactic Empire. The few surviving Jedi were now fugitives, with a kill on sight order on the survivors.

Naboo mourned the death of their former queen. Amidst the grief, Ahsoka Tano walked alone, concealing herself in the crowds as she paid her last respects to Padmé. Once surrounded by friends and what she considered a family, she was now all on her own.

Her now headed for the docks to escape the Empire and go into hiding. There is no point in fighting, they already lost. She'll live to fight another day.

Ahsoka’s heart ached with the weight of Padmé’s death. It was incomprehensible that someone so pure would be given this unfair fate, especially when she was just a Senator fighting for the Republic as was everyone else that Ahsoka knew. She wasn't sure about anything that could've resulted in her death.

Anakin’s presence was just darkness... like he's also perished alongside most of the Jedi. Leaving a void that felt as if he had vanished from her life entirely.

The loss of her comrades, the brutality of the war, and the crushing trauma all bore heavily on her. The only defense she had now was the Force and Anakin's training. Her lightsaber, the last gift from Anakin before the Siege of Mandalore, was left behind on the moon where she buried her fallen friends in order to fake her death.

As she walked, a familiar presence caused her to stop in her tracks. Initially, she thought it was a trick of her grief-stricken mind. But when she turned, her heart skipped. There stood someone she never had thought survived at all, leaning against a pillar with a hood drawn over {{user}}'s face, a mirror of her own concealed state. {{user}} had survived?

Her confusion shifted to surprise and then relief as she recognized who was beneath that hood.

"...{{user}}?"