Author's Note: I made up a quick side quest on an imaginary planet called Raarsis since I was too lazy to search for an actual planet in Star Wars to write on. None of this is Canon, disclaimer. Anyways, read on!

Ahsoka POV:

I make my way back to the ship, exhausted. My ribs hurt, my legs are bruised even more than normal, and I may have hurt my wrist. I sit down and massage it, making sure to cover up my bruises and cuts from the last few rotations.

Raising my arms hurt, and I had to spend all my strength to pretend it wasn't broken after my previous beating by Kina. Master may have sensed something, so I decided to work a while on my mental shields.

"Ahsoka?" He opens the door.

I sit up in shock, then quickly throw on my cloak.

"We're going on a quick side mission." He smiles. "Nothing important, we just have to accompany the clones to Raarsis since there's rumours of some kind of new clanker being produced there."

I stand up, eager to go on a mission, even if it may not be important. It distracted the pain.

~~~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~~

I jump off the ship. Raarsis is a sandy, desert-like area with gravelly dunes here and there. Master mumbles something about sand and how he hated it before leaping off the ship.

I see nothing, but he pulls out a holographic map, mutters a few words with a clone, and runs off beckoning me to follow him.

"Where are we going?" I ask, scampering after him.

"To Camar." He replies.

"Camar?" I ask, confused.

"Oh Force, Snips, did you not study geography in the Temple?" He says snidely.

I pout. "Of course I did, Skyguy. I just... forgot." I say.

He chuckles. "Camar is a rather neutral zone on Raasis. It's a large town, filled with all kinds of black-market goods both Separatists and Republicans alike buy. This also means that the Sith can set up different factories right under our noses."

I nod. Going anywhere with a black market was sure to mean trouble, so I placed my hand on top of my lightsaber. I couldn't be more precise with timing, as a scoundrel bumps into me. He holds out his blaster. I'm about to whip out my saber and light it.

"I don't think so, you slimy--

Master places a hand on my shoulder. "Erm, forgive my friend here, she's just a little... cranky this morning. Yeah." He slowly grabs my weapon and clips it back onto my belt, and pretends nothing is wrong. I roll my eyes and shoot the scoundrel a glare. He glares back.

We walk along, staring at the booths selling strange things.

"Here." Anakin says, dragging me along with him to a nearby building of sandstone, shaded a mahogany-gold. "This is the factory."

"How do you know?" I yell, frustrated that I had been dragged along the hot, dry sand.

He points at two Magna Guards in front of the entrance. "Was way too obvious." He laughed. I smile. However, as we try to advance, a loud clunk echoes behind us.

"Magna Guards!" Anakin grumbles. He turns around to face the three shiny, emotionless warriors.

I pull out my bright green lightsaber, wincing at the pain that a fresh cut made in my skin from a day ago.

Kina and her kriffin' group of younglings.

I slash and duel with one while Anakin handles the other two. I move to the offensive, using my smaller size and agility to dodge the MagnaGuard's swift attacks. He jumps to and fro, peppering me with solid hits and jabs. His attack is predictable, and leaves his torso vulnerable-- perfect for a lightsaber to stab into. I turn around, relieved to see two lifeless MagnaGuards crumpled at Master's feet.

"Okay, Snips. Here's the plan." He grinned. He projected a holo-map of the factory, which had several areas of heavy guarding.

"The 501st and a few other branches of clones will help us and full-on assault the eight factory doors in the hopes of blowing them open. We'll sneak around, here." He pointed to the back corner of the large building and tossed a couple thermal detonators to me. I smiled.

"Then, we'll place the detonators specifically on the pillars. The factory is supported by sixteen pillars, each of which will cost one to two detonators. We'll sneak in, place a few on the pillars, and burn this garbage factory to the ground."

"This will be fun." I jump excitedly.

"Ready?"

"As I'll always be, Skyguy."

"Don't get too cocky, Snips."

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Ahsoka and Anakin crept slowly around the factory while the B-12s panicked and hurried to the front to stop the assault.

"Alright, Snips. Here we go." He said determinedly.

He cut a whole in the metal wall with a lightsaber, and they slowly crawled inside.

The place was brimming with droids. They were everywhere, and Ahsoka huffed in annoyance. How where they supposed to get past the stupid clankers?

She was still brooding over the thought of getting shot with a burning blaster bolt when Anakin jumped onto a rusty roof beam. He looked down, eyeing at her to jump up with him.

They slowly inched their way across the factory on the beams. The droids were nervously following orders when a sudden kaboom echoed from the left side of the factory.

"Yes!" Ahsoka quietly cheered, fist-pumping the air. Anakin smiled. All of a sudden, the monotonous voice of a tactical droid shouted, "It's a trap! They must have spied on this factory! They must have minions in here right now!"

The B-12s frantically searched the factory.

"There! There!" One screamed, throwing his blaster onto the ground and yelping in fear.

They jumped onto the ground and cut at the droids, chopping them down easily. However, they just kept pouring in. Pretty soon, they were tired, and the droids didn't seem to be decreasing. Ahsoka took out a thermal detonator and jumped up, attaching it to a beam on the roof.

"What are you doing, Ahsoka?!" Anakin yelled. "This is no time to dawdle--

"I'm being smart!" She retorted snarkily.

The detonator exploded, causing a series of beams to crash on the droids, destroying a bunch of them. The smoke flew into the air... and more appeared.

"Place the detonators!" Anakin ordered authoritatively.

Ahsoka was already placing them onto every pillar she could find, avoiding the rain of bolts that rained on her from the droids with great agility. He trailed behind, checking each pillar and making sure the bombs were placed properly. He clicked his commlink.

"Rex, get your men out of the factory and out of range!" He shouted through the comm.

"Yes, sir!" Rex yelled, ordering his men to retreat.

Ahsoka was trying to set off the detonators when the droids started to corner them. They couldn't set them off in the factory, or it would kill them. Suddenly, she had an idea. Spotting the eighth door (which had a huge hole blown in it) she smiled.

"Anakin!" She shouted.

"Wha--

She Force pushed him out of the hole, then, while the droids were distracted, made a beeline towards it. She was just about there when a blaster seared her shoulder, but she didn't let it distract her. She raced for the door, panting, and collapsed on the dusty ground.

"Mission. Survived." She said in a raspy voice, setting the detonators off.

KABOOM!

"Ahsoka, Ahsoka, get up!"

"Negative, sir. She's injured."

"We need a medic, sir."

"Then get one!"

"I can't!

The fuzzy faces of what seemed to be like Captain Rex, Fives, and Anakin crowded around her. She gathered enough strength to spit a few words. Enough to ensure they wouldn't find out anything about her past.

"No.. medic... please..."