Between Life and Death // A Gray Jedi's Legacy Sequel

Chapter 4 // Clarity

I'm back sooner than I thought I would be, but hey, I'm back!

And, for once, this might actually be a decent-lengthed chapter.

Also, I apologize in advance for how much this jumps around. I just have a lot I have to cover right now and I'm trying to handle it the best I can.

"I've caught two heads, but I'm not an inch closer to the target than I was before," Ahsoka groaned, burying her face into her hands. If talking to yourself was a sign of going mental, she probably belonged in a psych ward by now.

"Think think think," Ahsoka demanded herself, pacing back and forth in her apartment. She stopped every few rounds to momentarily look out of her window and at the bustling Coruscant traffic, but she was up and moving again just as quickly as she stopped.

"I can't think," Ahsoka whispered, picking up her pace even more. By now, she wouldn't be surprised if she had worn a path through the floor that she had been constantly walking back and forth on for the past few days. "Everything's jumbled... scrambled... confused..."

The Togruta knew she sounded chaotically insane. And, to be fair, she probably was. Everything she was going through was doing a number on her mental health, but there was little she could do to combat that. Even a short vacation was impossible to even dream of at the moment. The longer she wasted trying to take down whatever was the demise of the Jedi, the more likely it was that they would crumble like she had seen in her vision.

"No no no no," Ahsoka chanted. She couldn't let that happen. She had seen the way that they all had depressed looks on their stone-cold faces, and she had heard how they growled her name as though it was poison. If they died, it was on her. And if she had all of that blood on her hands, she knew there was no way she'd be able to live with herself.

Going after any lead that she could possibly gain had proven to not work for her. Whatever this shaded organization was, it was smart enough to cover its tracks and stay five steps ahead of the Togruta at all times. She had to come at this from a different angle, but she just didn't know how. It sure as heck didn't help that her mind was as fried as a short-circuiting droid from all of the constant thoughts screaming in her head.

"You can do this." To be honest, she wasn't sure if she believed the words that were coming out of her mouth in attempted reassurance. She was deprived of sleep, and caffeine was no longer cutting it.

"I need..." Ahsoka cut off, stopping and sitting on her bed for what seemed like the first time in two days. What did she need? What could possibly help her in a time where not even her own mind functioned. Without being able to think properly, there was no way she was ever going to catch these people. And with the thought of not being able to catch the Jedi's killers came anxiety, and with the anxiety came an even lesser ability to think. For what seemed like the first time since she woke up from floating in the galaxy, she finally realized what she had to do.

"Clarity."

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"If we're going to investigate this, we gotta have a cool codename. Y'know, instead of calling it... it."

"For God sakes, Anakin," Obi-Wan groaned, trying to ignore the young Jedi that had jogged ahead of him, then turned around so he could talk to him while walking backward. "This isn't some holomovie."

"Still," Anakin whined, falling into stride with Obi-Wan and turning back around, "I refuse to call our mystery person by the pronoun of all pronouns."

"Fine," Obi-Wan reluctantly agreed. "How about Ghost? Since it practically disappeared like a ghost when we tried to find it."

"Now you're the one stuck in a holomovie." Anakin shook his head. "Too corny, and not relevant enough. How about..."