Chapter 2: Capture

Ahsoka's eyes widened as the Inquisitor emerged from the shadows, his lightsaber at the ready. She knew she was outnumbered and outgunned, with the Inquisitor's droid guards surrounding her ship, their blasters trained on her cockpit. The air was thick with tension as the Inquisitor approached her, his dark robes billowing behind him. "You are a hard one to catch, Ahsoka Tano," the Inquisitor sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But now that I have you, you will make a fine addition to our collection." Ahsoka refused to back down, her gaze locked on the Inquisitor. She ignited her lightsabers, ready to defend herself, but the Inquisitor was too quick. With a swift motion, he activated a device on his wrist, and Ahsoka felt a surge of energy wash over her. Her lightsabers flickered and died, and she stumbled backwards, her vision blurring. The Inquisitor's droid guards closed in, their blasters firing stun shots that sent Ahsoka crashing to the ground. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. The Inquisitor loomed over her, his lightsaber pressed against her throat. "It is over, Ahsoka," he said, his voice cold and detached. "You are now my prisoner." The Inquisitor's droid guards bound Ahsoka's wrists with duracrete cuffs, securing her in place. Ahsoka struggled against the restraints, but they were too strong. She was at the Inquisitor's mercy, and she knew it. The Inquisitor reached out, his gloved hand closing around Ahsoka's arm. He pulled her to her feet, his grip like a vice. Ahsoka winced in pain as he dragged her away from her ship, towards a waiting transport. As they flew through the planet's atmosphere, Ahsoka caught a glimpse of the planet's surface, a blur of brown and green below. She knew she had to think fast, to come up with a plan to escape. But for now, she was trapped, at the mercy of the ruthless Inquisitor. The transport landed with a thud, and the Inquisitor pulled Ahsoka out, his grip still tight on her arm. Ahsoka stumbled, her legs weak from the stun shots. The Inquisitor's droid guards surrounded her, their blasters at the ready. "Take her to the holding cell," the Inquisitor ordered, his voice cold and detached. "I have... business to attend to." Ahsoka was dragged away, her eyes scanning the surroundings. She saw a dark, foreboding structure in the distance, its walls lined with stormtroopers. She knew she was in grave danger, and that she had to think fast if she was to survive. The Inquisitor watched her go, a smile spreading across his face. He had her right where he wanted her, and he would stop at nothing to break her. As Ahsoka was dragged away, she caught a glimpse of the Inquisitor's face, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She knew she was in for a world of pain, and that she had to steel herself for what was to come. The Inquisitor's eyes lingered on Ahsoka's form, his gaze raking over her curves. He could already imagine the feel of her under his hands, the way she would struggle against his touch. Ahsoka, sensing the Inquisitor's gaze, felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she was in grave danger, and that she had to be prepared for anything. The Inquisitor's smile grew wider as he turned away, his thoughts consumed by Ahsoka. He would enjoy breaking her, enjoying her fear and her pain. And when he was done, he would present her to Darth Vader, a gift for his Master. The darkness closed in around Ahsoka, and she knew she was alone, at the mercy of the ruthless Inquisitor. She steeled herself for what was to come, her heart pounding in her chest. She would not go quietly into the night, and she would do everything in her power to resist the Inquisitor's sinister plans. As she was dragged deeper into the darkness, Ahsoka's eyes locked on the Inquisitor's form, her gaze burning with defiance. The Inquisitor's eyes met hers, his gaze cold and detached. For a moment, they locked eyes, the air thick with tension. Then, the Inquisitor turned away, his attention consumed by Ahsoka's struggles. He reached out, his gloved hand closing around her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. Ahsoka gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Please," she begged, shaking her head side to side. "Don't." But the Inquisitor just smiled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He ran his hand over her hips, his touch light and teasing. Ahsoka shuddered, her skin crawling with revulsion. His hand moved up, closing around her chest, his fingers digging into her skin. Ahsoka gasped, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please," she begged again, her voice shaking with fear. "Stop." But the Inquisitor just laughed, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. He continued to touch her, his fingers probing and invasive. Ahsoka shuddered, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was in grave danger, and that she had to steel herself for what was to come.