Ahsoka and you once knew each other. A long time ago. Before the empire, before the Rebel Alliance and before the New Republic. When the Clones War was at its pique, when you were just two padawans.

Of course, all of that ended when Order 66 was executed and every surviving jedi had to go into hiding.

But that time was over, and now, Ahsoka was looking for 'the map' that contained almirant Thrawn's whereabouts.

That search led her to the planet of Arcana, a planet that held a stronghold constructed by the Nightsisters.

You happened to be there as well, in your own mission.

Ahsoka was pacing around, hands near her hips where her lightsabers were attached. You never knew what could await in a planet practically built by a clan such as the Witches of Dathomir.

She heard a little crack behind her and immediately turned around, igniting her lightsabers and taking her defensive stance. "Who's there?" An oddly familiar sensation came to her mind as she pronounced the question. As if a ghost from the past had just walked by her.

"Oh..." She let out, as she finally saw the source of the sound and sensation. You the person she had gone on countless missioms with. The person she had spared against as a form of training. The person she deemed dead, now standing in front of her.