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The visions had started as soon as she was born. To start off with, Ahsoka didn’t understand what she was seeing (being a baby, that was understandable). As she grew, the visions became more defined; she saw giant starships, armies of white armour, vivid colours, landscapes and faces. The echoes of explosions and screams haunted her nightmares, yet in amongst the images of violence and terror Ahsoka found comfort. There were kind voices, warmth she couldn’t explain, and faces that were painfully familiar even though she couldn’t comprehend how any of what she saw made sense.
In her village on Shili, the adults could tell that the toddler was different. No child should have dreams like hers. What little information about her dreams she could convey to them was troubling to say the least. So when a ‘Jedi’ came to take her away, they were glad for her, thinking she would finally be with people who could help her. Unbeknownst to them, that ‘Jedi’ was a slaver, hunting force-sensitive children.
By this point, Ahsoka’s visions had combined in her mind into memories of a future she didn’t want to see again. She remembered her time at the temple, growing up. Ahsoka remembered the war, her survival, but it was obvious to her that she was still missing some major details.
Although her three-year-old body hadn’t gained any muscle memory from her visions (memories), Ahsoka tried valiantly to escape the slaver despite knowing she would soon be rescued. She tried to use the force to push the slaver away from her, but her control wasn’t great due to her physical being. Instead she had to resort to more... violent habits. (In retrospect, this was where the biting habit started).
By the time Master Plo arrived, he found an unconscious slaver, and a small Togruta girl with a glint in her eyes. She immediately launched herself at Plo to hug him, dissolving into tears. Though slightly confused, he picked up the girl to comfort her, rocking her gently until her sobbing stopped.
“What is your name, little one?” He asked.
“Ahsoka” she mumbled.
“Well met little ‘Soka, I am Master Plo Koon”
Hearing her nickname almost made her cry again. Ahsoka smiled as she buried her face into his robes.