A/N: Action will come on in the next chapter, which should be up in a week (depends on how often I can trick the Writer's Block). Thanks to everyone who read this, it is going to get more interesting in the end. Please review!!

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Unchosen Life – Chapter 2

Mace had to admit that he liked the girl. She seemed to be quick and although she wasn't really shy she stayed in the background even while he was talking to her. "I'm sorry about your master. I did not know her well, but she was always friendly and ready to help others solving their problems." "She was indeed." A sad smile crossed the girl's face. "I know that I can never truly replace her, but I do think I can train you to be as good a Jedi as she wanted you to become." "I hope I can meet your and her expectations. I failed her once when she died. I don't want to fail her a second time, even though she's now one with the Force." "I'm sure you won't. I sense great potential in you." She thanked him with a small bow.

Having a new master barely changed Lynna's life as he did not have much time to spend on her training. Sometimes she would accompanie him on missions, but those were rare occassions of such great importance and always connected with the most complex politics that she could hardly understand what was happening. She tried to learn from it, though. Her patience grew infinitly and her scale for measuring boredom excessivly detailed. So she made the most of here time on Coruscant, meditating, training, learning, researching. But no-one cared about her the way her former master had. Her old friends were still her friends, but the relentless war did not refrain from moving their names to the long list of the dead. And those who remained where changed. Her case was not very special, there were lots of Padawans who had lost their masters, and, reverse, maybe even more masters who had not been able to save their Padawans. Not a day went by without bad news reaching the temple. But she could not know that she herself would be the cause of very bad news soon.

"Lynna." "Yes, master?" "We are leaving tomorrow. There is a problem in communicating with the Shinalat- system in the Outer-Rim." "But why should they send us to solve a technical problem? Did you ask for a holiday?" Mace rewarded that comment with a Look. She immediately drew back. "I'm sorry master. Please continue." "It is not a technical problem, actually they don't want to talk to us even though they technically could." "So we're going to convince them that the Republic is still the best for them?" "Yes. And maybe we can help them getting rid of the pirate slavers who have a base somewhere in the system." "That would increase our chances of getting through to them." "Correct. You being informed now about this mission, I shall leave as I still have some business to attend to. We will meet tomorrow at 0430 at the flight deck." And he left without another word. Her gaze followed him until he vanished from sight by turning round a corner. Maybe they would "get through" to the inhabitants of the Shinalat-system, but she did not feel as if she could "get through" to her master, be it now or in future. He seemed to go to some effort in keeping her at distance – both physically and mentally. She snorted. Really, she saw the waiter droids in the dining hall a lot more often than she saw her master. Maybe this next mission would do the wonder. Maybe he would eventually warm up to her. Or maybe she had fallen prey to one of the many mistakes master Yoda always claimed to have made. Then she set her face rigid and walked off, trying to memorize every single reason why a Jedi did not dwell on the manifold possibilities of "maybe".

Mace turned around the corner, his cloak flapping at his heels. He strode through the corridor, turned around the next corner and stopped dead in his tracks to avoid colliding with master Yoda. "Looking for you, I was." "Why?" "Content with you, I am not. Train young Lynna right, you do not." He accentuated each sentence by hitting Mace's shins with his Gimer-stick. "More important than your datapad, she should be to you. More time you've got to spend with her, to train her right." "I did warn you that I don't have the time to train a Padawan thoroughly. Anyway, I still have some things to do that need to be done today as we are leaving tomorrow. Furthermore I am going to spend the most of the next few weeks with Lynna's training. May the Force be with you." With that he left, ignoring Yoda who shook his head disapprovingly.