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Under editing (I wrote this like two years ago and this is trash, so I'm gonna try to fix it. PROLOGUE: Alone. No allies. No friends. No family. No order. No jedi. No clones. No war. No Anakin. Alone. It's been a while since I left the order, then returned to bring Maul to justice. A while since rex and I escaped Order 66. Since I've seen Anakin. Since Emperor Palpatine rose to power. Four months to be specific. It's been difficult, living in the slums of coruscant. I've seen too many things, indured too many things, for someone my age. I'm only nineteen, and I've endured war, death, illness, violence, poverty, and corruption. All I know is evil. I've been called many things. Commander. Padawan. Jedi. Lil' Soka. Snips. Young one. Friend. Enemy. Ahsoka. I don't use those names anymore. I'm a nobody now. A slave. An outsider. I don't eat anymore. I don't fight anymore. I don't do anything jedi anymore.
Chapter 1: Sold like livestock
