Cyrillia was a horrible planet.

At least, that was Ahsoka's opinion.

It was a vast sprawling industrial world that had almost nothing in the way of anything natural existing. It was almost the polar opposite of what her homeworld of Shili was.

Shili had vast plains much like Lothal that appeared to be void of life, spare for the few settlements and cities on the planet. That was not the case, but her species were very connected to nature. All Togruta were.

Her montrails hurt from the constant echoes reverberated from the surrounding area thanks to their echolocation abilities.

It wasn't something she could just shut down and ignore either.

An explosion ripping through the air startled her further, heightening her already agitated state as she collapsed to the ground and tried to dampen the noise ringing through the montrails.

It did little to help as echoes of the dead, dying and hurt reached her and she could not help them. Standing back up and reaching into her small back pocket, Ahsoka pulled out her Padawan Silka beads from before the Fall of the Republic and began running the beads through her hand in an effort to help calm herself.

Just as she began to feel calm again, the Force came right back and filled the gap, alerting her to a presence.

Someone who had been standing there for possibly the entire time.

And had seen the Silka beads...