The good news was, they hadn't gotten far: she was able to locate the large Separatist ship in a matter of minutes. The bad news was, they saw her just as easily, and had sent TIE fighters to chase her down.

While she shot a couple of her pursuers down, she noticed that they weren't shooting back. That didn't matter: she had to find a way onto the ship. That had to be where they were keeping Anakin and the others...and soon to keep her, once she figured out a moment too late that the fighters were merely herding her towards a tractor beam. She knew she should have seen something like that coming.

Waiting for her in the ship's hangar was a droid army. Not as big as the one in the Temple, but still enough that they could do the same to her as they did to Anakin if she didn't already have a plan.

And, of course by "plan", she meant jumping in straightaway with her lightsabers and chopping as many B1 Battle Droids in half as she could once the door was shut. It had actually gone better than expected: any time the droids shot at her, she was able to deflect their attacks with ease. Oh, sure. Now she was able to focus and fight back. Better late than never, she supposed. But she had expected more effort from her adversaries...why weren't they putting up more of a fight?

Then her montrals detected a sudden movement from behind her: a projectile. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't have time to figure it out.

All she could think to do was instinctively throw her arms in front of her face in defense. A second later, she was greeted by the all-too-familiar sound of an explosion...but when she opened her eyes again, she found that she was the source of it, not the target. A bright white shield had formed around her, protecting her, and hit the droids instead.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to take a closer look at what they had tried to throw at her. The red sparks flew from the little sphere. red beams shooting up in thin lines before it began to melt. Ahsoka didn't see these too often, but it looked like one of those portable holo-cages: all you had to do was throw the ball to your victim, and they were trapped. She had her suspicions for a while, but now it was clear that whatever Separatist behind this, (most likely Count Dooku) wanted her alive. Briefly wondering why, she absent-mindedly rubbed her injured arm, only to find it didn't have the burn mark on it anymore. There was still a hole in her dress where she had been shot earlier, but the wound was healed.

"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder, huh, R2?"

The astromech droid beeped cheerily in agreement; he hadn't left the fighter since it got pulled in.

"Stay with the ship, just in case. I'm going to get to the bottom of this..."

Wandering into the darkness, she had only her small green lightsaber to light her way as she headed into unfamiliar parts of the spacecraft.