(Her lekku and montrals are still slightly shorter than in the pic)

Before Ahsoka could jump into action, something clicked in her mind. This wasn't some random soldier or guard of the enemy base. The entity that stood behind her held the same voice as the leader that she had seen in her vision.

She wasn't cutting off limbs at this point.

She was at the head.

"I know what you're thinking," he chuckled deeply, the sound of another lightsaber's energy crackling as he ignited it. "You believe that your mission will be easy now that you've found the big boss. Rest assured, little lady, you're no match for me."

"We'll see about that," Ahsoka cautiously returned, pivoting on her heel to face her opponent. He had pale, sickly-looking skin with vibrant gold Sith eyes and a multitude of scars running down his face. Unlike all of the other enemies of this base she had seen, his lightsaber was crudely constructed and blared a merciless blood red.

Even though her senses warned her against it, she decided that having extra layers would slow her down, so she shrugged her robes off Obi-Wan-style. As they hit the ground, a soft growl was emitted from the Sith's throat.

"YOU!" He snarled, pointing his lightsaber at her throat. "You nasty little schutta. I'll make sure you die a miserable death for your actions."

"Not generally the reaction I get from others," Ahsoka noted disdainfully, scowling at the name he had called her. "But I suppose your opinion of me is as valuable as bantha fodder, sleemo. Now, are you going to fight me like a man or stand there like a coward?"

Without receiving further prodding, the Sith exploded into his first attack. With all the rage and strength of a madman, he brought his hot-bladed weapon down onto her head. Utilizing her quick reflexes, Ahsoka easily parried them and shifted to the right, allowing his lightsaber to slip and dig into the hard metal of the ground. However, he soon yanked it back up and struck again, this time relying more on technique than strength.

The two of them took turns slashing at each other's legs and torsos, but neither found their mark. Both were beginning to grow tired, but neither yielded. Ahsoka decided it was time to take the duel to the next level.

During his next swipe, Ahsoka flipped backward and landed on her feet in a crouch position, then removed several fingers from the grip of her lightsaber and opened them towards the Sith. Through her connection to the Force, she took command of his body and harshly slammed it into a wall, then jerked him away and threw him towards a desk. Despite his dazed state, he regained control of himself and landed on top of the counter. He then performed an intricate display of twists and flips as he sailed towards the Togruta, slashing at her with his saber.

Even though she hadn't predicted his quick snapback, she readjusted her stance and shielded his attack. She tried to use the fact that she dual-wielded to her advantage, but it appeared to make no difference. Despite how hastily and frequently she struck at him, the Sith was always ready to block her shots. She couldn't help but wonder if his words were really true; she was no match for him.

The Togruta Force-pushed herself off the ground and flipped over him, taking a swipe at his head as she went, but he used his saber to block her strike and push her away. It took effort, but she was able to steady herself in time and land in a stable position. From there, she took off sprinting and charged him, but he stood as firm as a stone and shrugged off her force. The Sith then began to form an offensive stance and jabbed at her with unpredictable movements.

"What's wrong little girl, can't keep up?" He taunted, withdrawing his lightsaber as fast as light speed and aiming it at her head. The Togruta managed to fend off the strike once more, but it was much too close to her montral for comfort. Ahsoka ducked and kicked her leg out, moving it across the ground in a sweeping-like motion to trip the Sith, but he simply rolled out of the fall and leaped back up.

"I'm just a little rusty," she hissed, powering back and leaning the dynamic of the fight towards him. She exerted every ounce of strength she had from her matured muscles with the idea of bullying him into a corner. In doing so, she unknowingly left a gap in her defenses. The Sith cackled at the sight of it and took his opportunity, swinging and coming in contact with her left hip.

Ahsoka shrieked in pain and Force-pushed his lightsaber away to minimize the damage inflicted, but it was too late. She collapsed in agony while smothering the wound with her hands, then looked up at the Sith in both anger and fright. Tears from both adrenaline and excruciating pain began to well in her eyes. She had been wounded before a multitude of times, but the severity of this discomfort equaled having all the pain from the times she was electrocuted and having it channeled into a small area of her torso. That was for good reason, too; an entire chunk of her flesh had been singed to ash!

"Not so tough now, ay?" He mocked, stepping forward and kicking her beneath her jaw. She grunted in pain as the impact sent her flying back into the prone position of lying on the ground. With the widest smirk the Togruta had ever witnessed, he threw himself down with one knee on the ground and the other sharply digging into her ribcage. She whimpered even more, especially due to the fact that the sharp toe of his boot had grazed her injured hip, but it didn't phase him.

"Just a weak little schutta is all you are. The galaxy will be a much better place when it is rid of a puny nuisance, and you know that too," he spat. Ahsoka tried to wriggle herself out of his grasp, but his tall and overbearing stature was too much to overcome. At the sight of her flailing about helplessly, the man cracked a sadistic grin.

"Now, shall I kill you quickly?" He jerked forward and shoved his lightsaber at her throat, but pulled back at the last second and laughed maniacally at her flinch. "Or... in a more fun way?"

The Togruta wasn't sure what all was included in the means of his 'fun' kill, but she knew she wasn't going to enjoy it. She once again poured everything she had into wrestling out of her position, but his weight held her fast to the ground.

For the first time in her eventful life, Ahsoka truly knew she had lost. Everything she had fought so valiantly for was fading away, and she could do nothing to save it. The Jedi were doomed. Her friends would mourn her death again.

And Lux?

Nope. They'd never get the happy, peaceful ending they deserve.

Because in the end, her life was always destined to be sacrificed. While she was the Gray Jedi's equivalent of the Chosen One and the warrior that would save the galaxy more times than she could count, a compromise had to be made somewhere. Not everyone could be happy, and unfortunately, she was the one who would always have to take the fall.

In the end, her life was never guaranteed. It wasn't promised. There was nothing solid about the foundation that her prophecy was built upon. All that mattered was that she gave the people of the galaxy a fighting chance at survival, and that duty was fulfilled.

In the end, anyone who tried to get close to her would have their hearts shattered into pieces. That was their mistake for picking to have a relationship with the one most endangered entity the universe had to offer, both platonic and romantic. And, in turn, her heart, soul, and spirit would be damaged too.

In the end, the breaking would become too much. Even if it was this Sith that would put an end to her tangible being, it would always be herself that would be the undoing for her mental state.

The only relief that Ahsoka felt was never having told Lux that she survived. To have something given to you, only for life to rip it away once more, was an experience that the Togruta knew painstakingly well. She wouldn't wish that on anyone, much less someone who loved her with his whole heart.

So, as the Sith readjusted his grip on both her and his cursed lightsaber, Ahsoka could only hope that her influence and guidance would be enough to leave her friends to survive with. She wished that Anakin and Padme would live the wonderful life that she and Lux never would, and that Rex, Obi-Wan, Barriss, and every other companion would find joy in their lives and lead the Order to the Light.

"You might kill me, but you'll never take away the legacy I leave behind," she rasped, then groaned from all the pain radiating throughout her body. The cauterizing effect of the lightsaber blade was failing, so now a pool of garnet-red blood was forming around her. If he didn't terminate her, the bleeding would.

"The only thing you'll leave behind is shame and embarrassment for your people," he sneered. Ahsoka winced at his insult, but she refused to let it drag down her mentality even further.

She withdrew one last defiant, shaky breath, then reluctantly allowed her eyelids to flutter shut. Darkness, peaceful darkness, engulfed both her vision and mind...

and she let go.

*terrified screaming*

*INTENSER TERRIFIED SCREAMING*

(Sister_of_SHIELD running for her life from the angry readers that are chasing her, all the while tears pouring down her face because she just committed homicide to her favorite person AGAIN)