The command bridge of the Republic heavy carrier hummed with the tension of victory, the remnants of the Mandalore battle fading into the background. Ahsoka stood at the viewport, gazing out at the war-torn landscape, the weight of her decisions heavy on her shoulders. She felt a flicker in the Force, a familiar presence—Anakin. But it felt different, tainted, dark. A shiver ran down her spine as the whispering shadows of doubt crept into her thoughts.

“Something’s wrong,” Ahsoka murmured, her brow furrowing. She turned to Rex, who stood resolutely by her side, his expression one of calm determination.

“Something’s always wrong in this war,” he replied, his voice steady. “But we’re safe now. We’ve won.”

Yet, as she watched the horizon, the unease deepened. It was as if the very air around them had thickened with foreboding. Suddenly, the bridge’s comms crackled to life, an authoritative voice slicing through the atmosphere like a knife.

“Immediately, execute Order 66.”

Ahsoka’s heart dropped. She turned sharply to Rex, her voice frantic. “Rex, no! This isn’t—”

But the words died on her lips as she saw the change in his demeanor. His eyes, once filled with loyalty, now held a distant glaze. It was as if a switch had been flipped. Rex’s posture shifted, and in an instant, his blasters were drawn, aimed directly at her albeit his hands slightly shook a single tear rolled down his cheek

“Ahsoka…” His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth they had shared just moments before. “I’m sorry.”

The weight of betrayal hung thick in the air, suffocating her. Clones around them, once allies, now turned into threats, pulled their weapons with synchronized precision

“Rex! Fight it! You don’t have to do this!” Ahsoka pleaded, her heart racing as the tension in the room escalated.

But Rex’s gaze hardened, the flicker of recognition buried beneath the obedience of the chip implanted in his head. “I have to follow orders. You are a traitor—good soldiers f-follow orders.”