**Chapter 1: Capture**

Ahsoka Tano crouched behind a crumbling wall, her lightsaber humming softly as she surveyed the Separatist base on the planet of Felucia. Her mission was to infiltrate the facility and gather intelligence on the enemy's plans. The air was thick with the sounds of alien creatures and the distant rumble of droid patrols. Ahsoka's senses were on high alert, her connection to the Force guiding her as she navigated the treacherous terrain. As she peered around the corner, a blaster bolt whizzed past her ear, striking the wall with a shower of sparks. Ahsoka ducked, her heart racing, and returned fire with her own blaster. A group of battle droids emerged from the smoke, their photoreceptors fixed on her. She took down the first droid with a swift strike, but more kept coming. Just as she was about to be overrun, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall, his face obscured by a hood, and his presence seemed to draw the light out of the air. Ahsoka sensed a dark side energy emanating from him, a power that made her skin crawl. "You're a hard one to catch, Ahsoka Tano," the figure said, his voice low and gravelly. "But now that I have you, you'll make a fine addition to our collection." Ahsoka charged forward, her lightsaber flashing in the dim light. The figure drew his own saber, its blade a sickly yellow color that seemed to writhe like a living thing. The two clashed, their blades meeting in a shower of sparks. Despite her skill, Ahsoka found herself outmaneuvered. The figure was too strong, too fast. He pinned her against the wall, his saber pressed to her throat. "It seems you're not as resourceful as I'd heard," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You should have stayed hidden, Ahsoka. Now, you'll come with me." Ahsoka struggled, but it was no use. The figure's grip was too strong, and she was forced to surrender. He bound her wrists with duracrete cuffs and dragged her away, into the depths of the planet's twisted landscape. As they walked, Ahsoka caught glimpses of the figure's companions – a group of Inquisitors, their faces twisted by cruelty and ambition. They seemed to be hunting her, and Ahsoka realized that she was in grave danger. The Inquisitor's hood fell away, revealing a face that was both familiar and yet utterly alien. Ahsoka had seen his kind before – the Sixth Brother, a name that sent shivers down her spine. "Welcome to your new home, Ahsoka," he said, his smile cold and calculating. "You'll be staying with me... for a while." Ahsoka's heart sank as the Sixth Brother's lair came into view – a twisted fortress that seemed to grow organically from the planet's nightmarish landscape. She knew that she was in for a world of pain and suffering, and that her only hope was to find a way to escape before it was too late.