Chapter 12: The Unraveling

The procedure finally came to an end, and the droid's mechanical arms retracted, its tools withdrawing from Ahsoka's ravaged body. Sixth Brother nodded in satisfaction as the droid began to seal her wounds, stitching her skin back together with precision. Ahsoka lay still, her body throbbing with pain, her mind reeling with horror. As the droid finished its task, Sixth Brother turned his attention to Ahsoka, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at her battered form. He walked closer to the bed, his movements deliberate and calculated. Ahsoka's eyes followed him, her heart racing with fear. Sixth Brother reached out and grasped the hem of Ahsoka's tunic, his fingers wrapping around the fabric. He gave a gentle tug, and the garment ripped, tearing apart to reveal Ahsoka's bruised and battered skin. Ahsoka's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Sixth Brother didn't respond. Instead, he continued to strip her, his movements slow and deliberate. He pulled off her tunic, leaving her in a fragile, torn state. Ahsoka's eyes welled up with tears as she realized the true extent of his intentions. As the last of her clothing fell away, Ahsoka's body was exposed to Sixth Brother's gaze. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, mixed with fear and despair. Sixth Brother's eyes roamed over her body, his expression unreadable. Ahsoka's mind reeled as she understood what he planned to do with her. She was to be remade, reborn into a new form, one that would serve Sixth Brother's purposes. The thought sent a wave of terror through her, and she screamed, her voice hoarse from the earlier ordeal. Sixth Brother's expression didn't change, but a hint of excitement flickered in his eyes. He reached out and stroked Ahsoka's cheek, his touch cold and calculating. "It's time for your transformation," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace. "You'll be reborn, Ahsoka. Reborn into a new form, one that will serve me perfectly." Ahsoka's eyes locked onto his, filled with a desperate plea for mercy. But Sixth Brother just smiled, a cold, mirthless smile, and began to make his preparations for the next stage of her transformation.