A/N So this is it, finally one of my fanfics that I deem on par with my normal writing standard apart from Repetition.

Prologue— Watch the Rain Fall

The rain fell on the ground of the abandoned section of the warehouse section of Coruscant. The raindrops, fell pure and clear until they hit the ground, the dust trickling into the droplets of water, staining them grey and brown. The sky crackled with thunder as the rain continued to fall, lightning arcing across the dark afternoon sky, giving it the pretence of night despite the actual time being rather early, having just passed midday.

The small Togrutan girl scrambled for cover and safety in the abandoned wastes of the warehouses, lekku braid bouncing on her back, the metal roofs rusted and decaying with time, her crystal blue eyes sparkling with fear as she heard the scraping of boots walking towards her, all composure she'd managed to retain during the rebel meeting gone. She scurried towards the end of the alley hoping to outrun the pursuer, and perhaps lose him in the wastes of the warehouses and abandoned factories. But maybe it was the one second of hesitation before she turned the corner leading to the end of the alley that would lead to her capture; a dark, tall menacing shadow fell over her shadow, swallowing it with its sheer size.

She looked up, crystal blue eyes wavering as the harsh sound of mechanical breathing reached her ears. She shut her eyes, covering them with slender orange fingers, not wanting to see the red blade ignite, not wanting the blur of a red lightsaber to be her last sight. The blow never came. Instead came the sound of a soft clinking as an object dropped to the floor. She peeked out from behind her fingers to see a padawan braid on the rain soaked ground, a padawan braid of silka beads with small pieces of colourful string entwined with the bronze links. Her eyes widened considerably behind her hands.

"Do not take it as a death threat, but rather as an invitation to join me young one."

Ahsoka whimpered, not because of the possibility that Darth Vader might've found out about her job as a rebel pilot in the Rebel Alliance but more because of how he had obtained the braid. "You…you killed…you killed him! You…killed my master…" Her large eyes swivelled downwards to look at the braid on the wet ground. "YOU KILLED HIM!" It soon turned into a shriek. "YOU KILLED MY MASTER!" The small Togrutan inched away from the braid as if it were a string of garlic and she were a vampire, the shrieking turning back into vague terrified mumblings laced with a boundless grief.

"Well, Snips? Do try to make up your mind." The old nickname tumbled from the black giant's mouth easily, as if unaware of the impact it caused, just like dropping an atomic bomb as if it were a pebble, oblivious to the huge crater and damage it would leave in its wake.

The Togrutan's expression turned from one of horror and grief to one of horror and heartbreak. "An…Anakin?" Tears spilled out from between her fingers, wetting the already rather damp ground. "No…no…NO! I…won't do this…don't do this to me…no…no, no, no…" Ahsoka's fingers scrabbled at the ground, scraping the skin at the tip of her fingers. "NO!" her fingers now finding their way to her belt, where a shoto and a lightsaber were clipped.

"No? Then I'm afraid that you must die." These words were voiced flippantly, as if they were spoken on a daily basis which was what Ahsoka feared. The red blade came to life, humming, as it bore down towards Ahsoka. Her green blade and shoto then came to life, blocking the otherwise fatal blow. She rolled away, guarding her stomach and flipping back on her feet. But Vader came at her, swinging his red blade with practiced ease, clashing hard with her twin blades, forcing her backwards towards a wall, like an animal closing in on its prey.

"Do say goodbye young one, for this is the last moment of your life." The words were said coldly and without any emotion. Ahsoka's eyes widened even more, tears spilling out of them. "Please! Anakin! I know you're in there somewhere, please!" Her blows became sloppy, barely managing to block the incoming thrust. The rain poured down, lightning flashing, illuminating the dark mask.

"Do not try to appeal to my better nature young one, I have none." Vader reached out with a black gloved hand, the lightsaber and shoto shooting into his hand. "Hm." The dark lord tutted and dropped to weapons on to the floor, kicking them away. "Goodnight, Ahsoka." The red blade came bearing down, but the searing pain did not come, only the sound of clashing blades.

"Don't. You, Dare. Touch. Her." Ahsoka opened her eyes to see a figure standing protectively in front of her, orange blade and bronze vibroblade blocking Vader's blood red one.

The figure turned her head. "Ahsoka, what are you waiting for? RUN!" The figure's eyes bore into her own, startling her just like the day she'd first saw them. One the color of the Nubian sky, the other the deep rich blue of Shoroni sapphires. "Ahsoka, I SAID RUN!"" The girl's eyes burned into her, beseeching, braid whipping backwards. "RUN! STOP STANDING THERE LIKE AN IDIOT!" the girl blocked another blow, orange blade flashing, vibroblade humming . "'SOKA! I SAID RUN!" Ahsoka stood her ground, hands on her sabers.

Vader flicked a hand, sending Ahsoka hurtling into a wall, effectively knocking her unconcious. "Akiane, what do I owe the pleasure to?" The girl looked straight back at him. The faint streetlights reflecting the tears swimming within her eyes, a few escaping, rolling down her cheeks and staining her dark blonde hair. The orange blade disappeared, but the vibroblade remained unsheathed.

"Now dear sister, you do know it's not polite to ignore people." Vader grabbed the girl's chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Why? Anakin, why?" The sentence came out as a sob. The tears that once swam in the girl's mismatched eyes now cascading down her cheeks unchecked. "You were my brother. You STILL ARE. Come back to me! Please! Don't do this anymore!" The girl placed a small gloved hand on her brother's hand. "You're still a Skywalker, you're still Anakin. You're not VADER. You're not SITH!" A few mechanical breaths trickled through the silence. "I want my big brother back! BRING HIM BACK! If you love me, BRING HIM BACK!" The girl's voice raised a pitch. Her large blue eyes swimming with even more unshed tears. Vader tensed, drawing away from his sister.

"I cannot. Anakin Skywalker is dead."

"Please." The rain poured on, lighting flashing through the sky, shattering the flat greyness into pieces, like broken pieces of glass, of hearts.

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A/N Reviews are loved and appreciated.