Master Plo hardly believed me at first; but luckily, he somehow knew that I was really telling the truth. We quickly prepped the troops for battle and brought both ships with us to Utapau. I could tell that some of the troops weren't scared of the operation; they were actually scared of me. I know my appearance is somewhat scary, but to there was absolutely no reason to fear me. I felt completely control of myself.
After a few minutes of traveling through hyperspace, we finally reached Utapau. Surprisingly, there was no sign of any Separatist ships, but we still stood our guard. At the bridge, Master Plo turned to me. "I sense Anakin's presence here," he said, "it seems you were right." I smiled at him as a reply. I then turned to a clone captain to my left. "Run a full scan on the planet," I said, "search for any signs of Separatist activity." The clone nodded in response and looked back to the monitor.
"Commander," he spoke to me as he finished scanning, "I've found a large structure at coordinates 452801; much larger than any other type of structure on Utapau. And it appears that this is suspended in mid-air." Amazing, they easily found it; but it was too good to be true.
"That's it," I said to Master Plo.
"Very good," he said as he turned to the Captain. "Lower us down to the atmosphere, and prepare the troops."
"Yes, sir," the clone replied, attentive.
Master Plo turned to me, impressed. "You seem to have a stronger connection to the Force than I remember." I was kinda afraid to worry him, so instead, I tried to add humor. "Well, it all comes with Dooku's 'special treatment'." He chuckled a bit, thankfully. I should have been worried about my master. I mean for all I knew this whole rescue could have been a setup.
I turned back to him. "But you do realize that this rescue could be a trap, right?"
Master Plo chuckled once more. "Of course, Ahsoka."
The both of us went to the hanger area to be boarded onto a gunship along with a squad of clone troopers. Many Gunships flew along down with us into the crater. Even though I couldn't see anything, I could hear blaster fire and explosions from a short distance; I even felt a couple unsmooth bumps here and there. The blast doors moved wide open, revealing the heat of the battle. I saw gunships being shot out of the sky as we flew, clone troopers finding cover and trying to repel the waves of battle droids coming at them.
We came to a sudden stop; I saw the metal ground a foot below me. I grabbed my lightsabers and jumped off of the ship along with Master Plo and the clone troopers. I activated my blades and quickly stood guard. The building in my vision was right in front of me. I quickly ran to the entrance. The large door wouldn't open, so I cut a large hole in the door with my lightsabers. I pushed out the slightly scorched metal and rushed inside. There was a long line of doors to my left and right; just like what I saw before. Now, I was looking for cell 897. I ran down the hallway, trusting my instincts to find my caged master.
I came to a forked path at the end of the hallway. I quickly took the path to my right, knowing that I was on the right track. I then stopped at a dead end, it all looked very familiar. I turned to my right to find my objective: room 897. I cut through the door to see my Master chained and kneeling to ground. I sliced of his shackles. He was startled at first; mainly by my appearance.
"Who are you?" he said.
I knelt down to match his current hieght. "Master," I said, "it's me."
Silence filled the air. He looked straight into my eyes and made a smile. "By the Force, you're alive." Unexpectedly, he hugged in an instant then quickly back away, confused and awe struck. "What happened to you?"
"There's no time to explain," I quickly spoke, "right now, there's a battle going on, and it's not going to stop until we get you out of here."
I picked him up off of his feet. "Follow me," I said. He followed me out the way I came in. The gunship that dropped me off was gone. Honestly, it woulnd't have killed all of them to wait around for just a minute.
"Ahsoka!" called Plo Koon. I looked to my left and saw him and the two squads of clone troopers fighting for their lives against a small wave of droidekas, with Master Plo temporarily behind a large chunk of broken concrete for cover. I ran into cover with him along with Anakin.
"Where's the ship?" I yelled over the blaster fire.
"It was destroyed after you went into the building," Master Plo yelled back to me, "Luckily, there will be another one coming to retrieve us soon. Right now, we just need to hold our ground."
"Don't worry," I replied, "I've been through situations like this, I may know what to do."
I turned to Anakin behind me who was trying to think of a plan. "I don't suppose you have your lightsaber on you?" He turned his head towards me with no worry. "Sadly not," he said, "but I can still fight even without my lightsaber." [A show-off as usual] I thought.
A sudden explosion and the screech of fighter ships flying by rang in my ears. I looked to my upper-left watching as three, dark-blue ships fly straight at us for another attack: Vulture droids. They fired missiles near our position, missing us by a couple milimeters. I assessed the situation: there are at least six droidekas firing at my two squads of clone troopers, and three vulture droids are trying to hammer us with missles. Then a plan hit me. I looked over to the two sergeants to my far left, trying to fight for their lives behind the fallen metal. "Sergeants!" I yelled to them, getting their attention. "Order all of your men to regroup to your positions and get the droids' attention."
"Wilco, commander," one of them responded. As the two ordered their men to form up, each of them fired their blasters at the droidekas. As I hid behind cover, I noticed that there was much less blaster fire on my position. I slowly peeked over the wall, the droidekas were focused on the squad firing at them.
I stood up cautiously, watching the droids to see that they don't see me. I could hear the vulture droids coming back, my plan was smoothly going in motion. I focused on the droids. I stretched out my right arm, using the Force to grasp each of them. It almost seemed impossible, but I found out that it was actually much easier. All of the droids levitated nearly twenty feet off of the ground. They stopped firing and tried to get down. I saw the vulture droids coming back. I quickly flung my arm in their direction, and the droidekas shot straight towards them. The droids collided and caused a great explosion that sent debris crashing into the rocky walls and into the lake many feet below the structure.
Anakin and Master Plo stood up in awe at the explosion. Anakin turned to me, very surprised. "Alright, Ahsoka, just what exactly happened to you?"
I chuckled a bit. I noticed another gunship behind me, landing. I turned back to Anakin, "I tell you on the ship."
We all got on the ship, along with the surviving two squads. "Alright," Anakin spoke as the ship took off, "start talking." The only problem was, 'where should I start?'
"Well," I said, "it's kind of a long story." My master looked like he didn't care how long it was. "Well," I said, "after I was knocked out, I woke up chained in a room with Dooku, and
." An alarming, beeping sound went off inside the ship. "MISSILE INCOMING," the pilot spoke, panicked. "BRACE YOURSELVES!" An explosion, followed by a rattling of the ship, knocked me out of the ship. Anakin tried to grasp me, but he failed. I fell down many feet by the second, until I slammed hard onto a metal floor.
All of my bones felt a great shock of pain. I slowly stood up in agony; I didn't think any of my bones were broken, especially after a fall like that. The pain unusually, quickly went away; it's like I felt invincible, like nothing could ever kill me. That feeling went away when I heard a sinister laugh behind me. I spun around and saw the pile of scrap himself: General Grievous. He was no more than fifteen feet away from me, with his stick-tinnies acting as his bodyguards. He was in front of a metal gate, probably leading to a cave.
"What are YOU looking at, Grievous?" I said, glaring at him.
He chuckled a little and spoke. "Nothing, really; I just find it ironic that they call ME a monster."
I gripped my lightsabers, annoyed by his insulting joke. "Watch what you say, Grievous; I'm more powerful than ever, and I can easily take you down right now."
"Good," he said, "the more powerful you are, the more valuable your lightsabers will be."
"So what are you waiting for?" I said. "Kill me."
Grievous skipped a beat and then finally spoke. "As much as I love to do that, I'm afraid I can't." That's a first, I thought. "Instead," he continued, "I would rather feed you to my pet."
Typical Grievous, always getting someone else to do his dirty work. Although, I was kinda curious what his "pet" would be like. However, that thought was secondary. "So you expect me to cower in fear?" I said.
"No," he replied, "I expect you to die." His bodyguards lunged at me, I activated my blades, and with one thrust I knocked each of them back a few feet. All of them got back up and two of droids dashed towards me. I locked staffs and sabers at that moment, struggling to survive. I saw Grievous walk away and hitched a ride on a speeder bike. Before he left, he gave me one last statement. "Look on the bright side, you're actually doing some good; you will serve as an excellent source protein for Goroth."
That must have been his "pet's" name. I then noticed something shiny dangling on his waist. I studied it further then realized it was my master's lightsaber. I needed to get it. I pushed back the droids and used the Force to grab the weapon. It came instantly; I put it on my belt to give later on. I saw the four stick-tinnies holding their guard and walking closer to me. I stood my guard and watched the droids, waiting for them to make a move.
But then, I heard a loud, metal, "clang" sound not to far from where I was standing. As the noise was heard, the droids quickly separated and disappeared. I looked back in front of me to see a large, metal door that may have thrity feet across and fifty feet tall. It was ironic, I was looking at that same direction while talking with Grievous, and yet I didn't even notice it until after he left.
The doors slowly opened, with the sound of metal gears winding and churning. As the doors were completely open, all I could see were shadows through the doorway. The ground suddenly shook in small, single quakes, as if caused by large footsteps. I kept my eye on the door. Out of the darkness emerged a creature possibly crafted by the Dark Side itself. I saw that it was rancor, but much darker and uglier than any other. It was a dark gray and pale white, almost albino. Besides the color, the rancor had armored skin that made a Crockagor gladiator look like a fashion model. It's menacing, red eyes stared down at me. Finally, the beast contained three short and long tusks on each side of its mouth that could pierce through an armored tank. Honestly, I was so scared I couldn't even make a joke about it.
The beast charged at me like a bull, running in a straight path to crush me. I quickly sumersaulted over it, missing me by almost a few feet. I landed behind it. I spun around to attck it, but it was too late. It swung it's right arm at me; theimpact was so powerful it sent me flying straight into a metal wall. My muscles were aching, all of my bones felt like they were broken and my head started to throb. I stumbled onto the floor with a groan and looked in front of me. The rancor charged towards me once more and shoved me back against the wall with its enormous claw. I roared right in my face and pressed harder against the wall. I was trying to break free and reach my lightsabers, but it was no use.
To top it all off, I suddenly began to have a massive headache. My own bones and muscles were healing and becoming stronger than they ever were before. I don't really know why this happened at first, but I began to feel really angry. The more I struggled, the more furious I grew.
A great force shot out of me. It was so strong that it pushed back the rancor meters away. I had a very fierce rage inside of. I had feelings that many people would call inhumane. I didn't just want to kill to the rancor, but I had this feeling that I wanted to rip out its own organs. I started to grind my teeth, wanting to massacre the abomination. I roared and jumped onto the top of its head. It yelped and stumbled backwards. I grabbed my lightsabers and quickly activated them. I jammed them into both of its eyes, blinding it and making it roar in pain. I took my blades out of the beast's sockets, and qucikly vaulted of it's head and back onto the ground.
The rancor groaned in pain with the burning pain in it's empty eye sockets. It was time to finish it off. I never wanted to do this, but my anger somehow consumed me. I focused my energy into my hands and formed bright, electric sparks in my palms. I thrusted my arms forward and thousands of bolts of lightning shot out of my hands, surging through the rancor's body. The rancor squeled in tremendous pain, which, at the moment, felt satifying to me. I seized the attack; the rancor fell hard on the ground with a loud thud and lost consciousness. Finally, I levitated the rancor off the ground with the Force and threw off the side of the walkway. After waiting for exactly one minute, I heard a loud thud that even a deaf being can hear.
I never felt so invincible. I took down a huge rancor without hardly trying. I felt like I could take on an entire army. Then I heard a distinct sound to my left. General Grievous was trying to escape on his speeder. I wasn't letting him going to get away from me. He was moving quick, I had to find an alternate route to get to him. Luckily, I found one to my right; a slanted structure that would allow me to capture Grievous. I quickly sprinted up the structure. I kept moving forward, for Grievous was almost about to fly past me. I jumped ot the age of the building and with perfect timing, I landed a perfect blow with my foot to his face, knocking him off of his bike. Using the Force, I pushed him hard onto a metal platform.
I landed ten feet away from him, laying on the ground, suppoesedly injured. He slowly got back up with most of his mechanical limbs clanking. I gripped my lightsabers tighter, ready for a fight. Grievous let out a hard cough and sneered straight at me.
"Your pet isn't here to protect you," I said in anger, "so act like a true warrior and fight me."
Grievous stripped off his cape and released his other two mechanical arms. Each of his hands held a lightsaber stolen from a Jedi. He formed a daring battle stance. "So be it," he said, "after all, your lightsabers will make an excellent edition to my collection."
I dashed towards him, locking sabers upon impact. Grievous broke the lock and slashed from every angle he could use. I tried to counter one of his moves, but all I could really do was block them. I felt it again: anger, hatred. With every strike Grievous made, I became even more angery than ever. I parried one of his attacks and jumped over him, slicing off all four of his arms as I landed. Grievous yelled in pain. I gripped him with the Force and shocked him with at least 50,000 volts of electricity.
I flung him over my head and onto the ground behind me. I turned to him, laying weak as small streams of burning smoke arose from his metal corpse. He lifted his head and his eyes widened, looking at me in shock and fear. His legs were twitching and producing short small bursts of sparks; his legs were not functioning. I knelt down upon his chest. He coughed once as I landed my right knee on him. I could've just executed him quickly and painlessly; but the Sith inside of me disagreed.
I started punching him with no mercy, I wasn't going to stop for any reason. The more I punched him, the angrier I became. His mask started to crack, I was almost about to knock his head off. I felt a hand on my shoulder and voice behind me that made me stop punching. "Ahsoka, that's enough!" I don't know why I did it, but I spun around and punched the person behind me. He fell to the ground, covering the left side of his face. I felt amused for hitting the person; but when I looked closer at him, it was my master with a black eye.
My anger was completely gone, only shame and fear are all I could feel. Anakin stared at me in shock and confusion. I covered my mouth and fell to my knees. I had no idea why I did that. For years, I was very capable of controlling my anger, but somehow, it took control of me and caused harm without mercy. I heard an engine running behind me. I looked behind me and saw Grievous from many meters away, entering a shuttle for his escape. However, that was least of my worries. I felt I was becoming something else
and it would take control of me if I didn't do anything about it.
We left Utapau about two hours later. Plo Koon, Anakin and I came back to the Jedi temple. I was able to tell my Master about my captivity with Dooku. Even he was stunned by the story. We landed at the entrance in a gunship. I was very nervous at showing myself to the Jedi Council, especially with the change of my body, they would've most likely accused me off being a Sith. So I concealed myself in a Jedi robe, hiding both my face and my body.
I felt really awkward walking to the temple. Afterall, many people thought I was dead. After we climbed the stairs, Obi-wan, Mace Windu, and Yoda were there, waiting for us, especially for Anakin. We stopped in front of them and Obi-wan was the first to speak.
"Anakin Skywalker," he said with a disappointed look on his face, "give me one good reason why you shouldn't be expelled from the Jedi Order."
My master stepped forward, confidently. "Actually Master, I do. Master Plo Koon and I found my Padawan." Their eyes widened as the three masters exchanged glances. They focused on me, they looked almost breathless. I was very shy at the moment, I looked down to keep them from seeing my face. I felt a hand softly touch my left shoulder. "I found her lost in space," Master Plo spoke. "At first, I thought message was a trick, but I soon found out otherwise. However, much has changed to her when I saw for the first time in a month. I understood where he was going; he wanted me to reveal my appearance. I looked down lower at the floor. Master Plo knelt down to my height and whispered to me. "It's alright, Ahsoka, you shall not be judged for your appearance."
I exhaled as Master Plo stood back up. I guess I had no choice, I had to show them. "I must advise, Masters, what you are about to see will be very disturbing." I slowly took off my hood, revealing the monster that I became. All three of the Jedi Masters gasped in shock. "By the Force!" Master Windu spoke, shocked. I was ashamed; even by the most respected Jedi Masters, I still felt like I was being treated like a freak.
"How did this happen?" Master Kenobi questioned, still shocked. I didn't answer at the moment, I could feel that more Jedi were staring at me.
"From what she told us," Anakin replied, "this was all Dooku's idea to use another assassin."
"Come," Master Yoda said, calmly but curious by my appearance, "discuss this in private, we must."
At the Tranquility Spire, all four of the Jedi Masters were sitting calmly in their seats while myself and my Master were standing, attentively, in front of them. I told them almost everything. I was really glad that there were a few people who took interest in my story than me appearance. When I told them that my genes were sliced with a Sith, they kind of confused. Master Kenobi was especially surprised when I mentioned Darth Maul.
"It seems highly unlikely," Master Kenobi spoke first. "I've never even heard of slicing a force-sensitive's DNA with another's. This almost has me baffled."
(Well, it happened,) I thought to myself.
"When you tried to escape from Dooku," Master Windu said, "did you happen to know what planet you were on at the time?"
"Sadly not," I replied, "I entered in hyperspace before I even had the chance to look at the planet. To be honest, I was afraid." The Masters made no judgement about that answer. Looking back on it, I should've done something other than run away. At that time, I should've gotten answers or solutions.
"And about your rescue on Utapau," Master Kenobi said, "Were you able to apprehend General Grievous?"
I shook my head, "No, I'm afraid not." Master Kenobi sighed, calmly. "Well," he spoke again, "were there any mishaps during your mission?"
I knew what would happen: my master would tell them that I punched him in anger. If he said it, I would've been on guard duty for the rest of my life. But seriously, I really had no idea why I even did it. "No, Master," Anakin replied. When he said those words, I felt a thousand pounds liter.
"Very well then," Master Kenobi said back. "We will have some of our best scouts searching for this base. In meantime, you are very welcomed back here, Ahsoka."
"Thank you, Master Kenobi," I said as I bowed, respectfully.
"Dismissed, you are," Yoda said, kindly.
After we exited, I quickly put my robe back on. Anakin came up next to me with a concerned look on his face. I turned to him, sadly, "Thanks for not telling the council about my 'actions'."
"It's alright, Snips," he said calmly.
"But really," I said, "I don't know why I did that. I felt this rage inside of me that I just couldn't control,. It's like I wasn't myself."
"Maybe Dooku's experiment effected you deeper than we thought." Isn't that the truth.
"Master," I said as I looked back at him, "I'm really worried."
He rested a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. "It's alright, Ahsoka. I'm sure we can fix this somehow."
"I may have an idea," said Plo Koon a few feet away from us, "but I can't gaurantee it." Those words almost made me explode in excitement. I quickly ran to him, "You mean there's a way to turn back to normal?!" I have over-exaggerated, but at the time, I really wanted to be myself again.
"Yes, but I am not entirely sure if he will agree."
"Who is 'he'?" I asked
"Kantos Sumari, a biologist. He lives near the University of Coruscant. He is well-respected for his research in geneology and he may be able to help you. But I'm afraid, in your case, may be outside of his limits."
"I'm willing to try anything, Master Plo."
A little pause started at that moment, than Master Plo finally nodded. "Indeed."
As a half-hour passed, the three of us arrived at a very tall building only a few miles away from the University. I had to keep on my robe; just imagine how the public would react; they might as well chase me down the street with torches and pitch forks. We entered a large elevator that took us up to the 100th floor. As the doors opened, we strolled through the hallway where the rows of doors seemed to be endless. At first, seconds turned to minutes, until we came to a sudden stop. Master Plo turned to his left, looking at a room: apartment 10056. "This is it," he said.
He pressed the doorbell, which created a plentiful sound. He turned to me and Anakin, "Please allow me to talk first," he said, kindly.
We waited for few seconds, then the door opened, revealing a pale-gray, skinnedTwi`lek, wearing a white lab coat and casual clothes underneath it. He was male, about in his late thirty's or early forty's. He seemed a little startling for a moment, but I could sense no darkness in him and I was more than willing to use any type of help.
"Plo Koon," he yelped in excitement, "it's really you!"
The man hugged Plo Koon in joy and Plo Koon hugged him back. I never really knew that this guy was a friend of Master Plo; he hasn't really mentioned him to anybody that I know of. They released each other. "It has been too long, my friend; it must be a crime." The Twi`lek chuckled and stepped aside to let us in. "Please, do come in."
The Three of us entered; I tried to keep myself hidden, for I was still shy about my body. His room was actually quite modern. When I walked through the door, almost everything I saw was in black and white: The tile floor, the furniture, the fabrics, even a few of his appliances. I could've blended right in.
He led us into his living room. "Anakin," Master Plo said Anakin, "this is Dr. Kantos Sumari." He then turned to Kantos. "Kantos, this is Anakin Skywalker."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Anakin said as he smiled.
"So, my friend," Kantos spoke, "what brings you here?"
"We require your assitance," Master Plo replied. Kantos became slightly curious. "Really," he said, "what is it that I must help with?" Master Plo turned to me and I gripped onto my robe. "It's alright, Ahsoka," Anakin said, "you can show him." I made a slow inhale and stepped to Kantos. He kneeled down to my height. "Hello there," he said kindly.
"Hello," I said back. "My name is Ahsoka Tano. Right now, I'm really desperate."
"And shy by the look of it," he said before chuckling.
"Nearly a month ago," I continued, "me and my Master, Anakin, were on a mission to Cato Nemoidia to investigate Separatist activity. As it turns out, Count Dooku was inside a base. When we confronted him, I was knocked unconscious and taken prisonor. When I woke up, I found out that I was in a coma for a month. I also found out that Dooku performed an experiment on me using gene slicing; the result was this." I pulled off my robe, revealing myself.
"My word!" Kantos said as he sprang up with excitement ,(I knew he was going to do that). "My DNA was mixed with that of a Zabrak, Darth Maul. I understand if this terrifies you," I said, calmly.
"Terrified?" he said as he studied me. "I'm actually amazed!" When he said those words, a few questions marks appeared above my head. "Excuse for asking," I said, "but how is this really 'amazing'?"
"By the looks of it," he replied, "it seems that Count Dooku has perfected gene slicing. After all, the are no growth spurts, no extra limbs, you could almost be called a normal person."
I smiled at his warming statement. "It's very nice that you said that," I said, "besides, not very people have treated me like a person since the change."
"Luckily, for you," said Kantos, "I may be able to remove the unecessary genes and traits and make you a Togruta again; if that is what you were before." I was really happy to hear him say that. "I highly appreciate this, Doctor."
"It is my pleasure, Ahsoka," he said.
We followed him to a laboratory. Large computer consoles and other machines were up against the walls with monitors installed into a few of them. In the middle of the room was a black leather medical bed rooted to the floor. "Please, have a seat," Kantos said to me. I did as well as Kantos switched on a few of the consoles that made the lights on them blink. "First," he said as the readied the computers, "I'm going to scan your current DNA so I can determine how much of Darth Maul's DNA is infused into your's." He came back to me with a sarringe in his right hand. He carefully injected it into my left arm and filled one-eighth of the sarringe of my blood. Kantos removed the needle out of my arm and injected my blood into a hole in the machine behind him. The monitor screen came to life as it displayed a scientific bubble map of the traits that I currently held.
"Very interesting," he said, amazed. "If I'm correct, Darth Maul had painted tattoos all over his body. Count Dooku must have used a piece of DNA with a small amount of the tattoo patterns infused into it, thus creating the pattern on your body."
"So I guess there's no removing this," I said looking down at the skin on my arm.
Kantos turned back to the monitor screen, opened a new window on the monitor and gasped. I became startled, worrying about a problem that may be worse than my appearance. "What is it?" I said, worried.
"Well," he said, "I don't your original midi-chlorian count was, but it must have tripled."
Anakin and Plo Koon exchanged glances. "What is the amount now?" Anakin questioned.
Kantos turned to Anakin in suspense. "Thirty-five thousand!"
The three of us gasped in shock. I felt really strong in the force, but I didn't know that I was that strong. This probably explained why I could see my visions clearly and why I took down Grievous and his rancor easily. If I was correct, I was even more powerful than Anakin, (which was somehow satisfying at the time).
"How is that even possible?" said Master Plo, surprised.
"I don't know," Kantos replied, "I've never seen anything like this."
"Wow," I said, smiling at Anakin, "I'm even more powerful than you, Master." He stood there with his usual disapproving look. I got rid of my smile and turned back to Kantos. "Is there anything else that might be unusual about me."
"Technically, you're already unusual," he replied, "but on the brighter side, it will be very simple to separate the genes." That was a really good sign of relief. I began to think that I would be finally be back to my old self, excluding the high midi-chlorian count, of course. He turned to me with a smile, "So, I suppose you have the your DNA code?"
My smile went away in an instant. I exchanged glances with Master Plo and Anakin. I looked back to Kantos. "DNA code?" I said. Kantos lost his smile too and said, "You don't have your DNA code?"
I shook my head, "No." Kantos sighed. "I'm sorry then, but I cannot help you." My jaw instantly dropped; but somehow, I knew it was too good to be true. "But I thought you said it would be simple?" I said as I jumped off of the bed. "Yes," he said, "it would be simple if I had the DNA code, but it would be impossible without the DNA code."
"But isn't it worth taking the risk?!" I said, impatiently.
"Calm down, Ahsoka," said Anakin as he stepped towards me.
"What are the complications?" asked Master Plo.
"Well," sadi Kantos, "if we accidentally delete any genes or traits that are vital to Ahsoka, we erase her memory or even damage her central nervous system, thus, possibly killing her." I felt like an idiot at that moment; I didn't even think about the consequences. But again, it was too good to be true.
"I understand this is disappointing news," Kantos spoke, "however, if you were able to bring me the DNA code, I will be more than glad to help you."
"Easier said than done," I said, looking down at the floor. "Besides, Count Dooku has my DNA code and I have no idea where he is."
Anakin patted my right shoulder to comfort me, but that didn't work at the time. Master Plo sighed, "Well, we appreciate the help, Kantos." Kantos smiled at him, "Anytime, my old friend; you are welcome to come back here when you three have the proper DNA code."
I was depressed for a little bit, but then something else came to my mind: my uncontrolable acts of aggression. I began to wonder if those acts were because of me or something else. I wasn't entirely sure, so I asked Kantos. "But before we leave, Doctor," I said raising my head at him, "is it possible for certain emotions to be infused into DNA?" A short pause occurred. "It actually possible, but usually rare," he said. "In most cases, if the DNA is infused with an emotion that person most commonly uses, it is possible for that emotion to be used most often in the other person who's DNA is mixed with." He turned back to the monitor and opened up another window. "According to the results on your blood test, it seems the DNA you now carry encourages aggression." My eyes widened. Kantos became surprised by my look. "Is there a problem with that." I quickly shook my head out of the trance. "No," I said, "I was just curious."
The three of us left the apartment. Plo Koon gave Doctor Kantos one last goodbye and we made our way to the elevator. Anakin turned to me, curious. "I sense that you are troubled, Padawan. Is there something wrong?" At first, I didn't want to say anything, but the Force told me that I had to. "Master, after I found out that Darth Maul's DNA promotes aggression, I became worried about myself. My assault on Utapau was uncontrolable; I was bloodthirsty. I'm afraid that I might hurt somebody."
"You must stay in control, Ahsoka, Darth Maul was a very powerful Sith, he even killed Obi-wan's Master." He wasn't really helping me at the time. "All you need to do is stay calm," he said. I was about to say 'that's what you always say, but it never works,' but I had to control my anger, so I just thanked him. "Also, maybe you should get some rest, you have had a long day."
Once we made back to the temple, I fell onto my bed and instantly fell asleep. For at least the past hour, I slept comfortably. A few minutes later, I began to feel very warm, I began to sweat. With every second that passed, I became hotter and more uncomfortable until my skin felt like it was going to explode. I could feel something move beneath my skin. I sprang up in fear, I suddenly didn't feel so hot anymore; it was very strange to me. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. When I opened my eyes, I saw a person staring right at me; he was a Zabrak with red skin and black markings on his face and yellow eyes. He was kneeling down to my height, with black robes covering his body. He stared into with an evil smile and spoke, "I'm in control."
I sprang back up in my bed. It turned out it was just a dream; there was no sign of the Sith anywhere. I was horrified. Darth Maul was inside of me. I needed to end it.