Ahsoka Tano dodged the flak from vulture droids in her Y-wing. “Guys, having a little problem here!” she called. “I –”
“Greetings, pathetic life forms.”
The darkness radiating from that voice was equal to anything Ahsoka had ever heard from Ventress, Dooku, or Grievous.
“Your planet is now my planet. Some of you will die, and the rest of you will WISH you were dead. But I require entertainment, so I will take some people off your planet to transfer them to my location. Do not be jealous of them, they probably won't fare too well here either.”
“Who the stang is that??” she demanded. “Master??” Then she remembered that Anakin wasn’t with her – he was on Coruscant, having just recently saved the Chancellor from Grievous. Ahsoka growled in frustration.
A mass of swirling light appeared out of nowhere before her fighter – “ohhh stang” – and sucked it right in.
When she came to, she was deposited on the deck of an apparently large ship.
People. She sensed several people nearby. She hurried down the corridor, intent on finding out what in the galaxy was going on.
