The usual, I don't own Star Wars. I only own the plot (what little of it there is), Anduin, and her unnamed Master.
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"Would you die for her?"
Mace Windu stood behind me, looking at the back of my head intently. I didn't look at him, but at the tanned girl from Tatooine. Her hair was neatly braided into the traditional Padawan braid. She was kneeling in the midst of some brush plants native to Tatooine in the Temple gardens. She was so deeply part of the Force, I did not want to interrupt her, despite the fact she had been kneeling there for several hours and it was time for dinner.
I suddenly remembered Windu standing behind me. I had better answer quick. I thought of the girl. Sweet, young Anduin had been brought back from Tatooine by a Master/Padawan pair who had gone to break up a slave ring. She was only a few years old at the time and has grown up at the Temple under the watchful eye of Yoda. She had always captured my attention and I was overjoyed when she was assigned to be my Padawan. Kit Fisto, my old master, had barraged me with helpful hints and tricks to handling a rambuntious Padawan. However, Anduin was far from rambunctious. She was happy to follow commands and quite docile. On the other hand, in battle, she was a fierce fighter. She had an athletic way of fighting with her lightsaber and she always did the fanciest maneuvers possible in her trusty X-Wing. She refused to fly a Jedi Fighter, but stuck with the beat-up X-Wing which hadn't been used in half a century because it was more like her old T-13 at home.
Windu shifted. He was not known for patience. I always had difficulty speaking to him because, according to Master Fisto, I "had the patience to rival Master Yoda".
"Yes, I would die for her."
