Ahsoka's P.O.V.
I didn't have a choice. If I didn't kill all of the Clones, they would've killed every good person there! I was now standing in front of the Jedi Counsel, waiting for my punishment. They had heard about what had happened. I gave Anakin a hopeful look, but he just glared at me. I looked at my feet. He must think that I was a deranged monster. He saw that I killed the Clones, but he didn't see the guys jump on me. Just my luck. The Jedi stopped muttering to each other, and looked at me.
"Ahsoka," Mace Windu began. "You have been relieved from Jedi training, and missions for six months." I stared at him in disbelief. "But-" Before I could finish, Anakin gave me a sharp, killing look. I remained quiet.
"Yes masters." I looked at Shaak Ti, the only other Togruta Jedi in the order, and she sadly nodded. I un-clipped my Padawan Braid, and handed it to Yoda, who had his paw-like hand outstretched. "In six months, return to the order, you will." Yoda told me. I nodded, then turned to leave, knowing that I was dismissed. I felt the eyes of all the Masters looking at me as I left.
On the way out, I saw Barriss Offee waiting outside. "Six months!" She exclaimed. I nodded. "Ahsoka, I'm so sorry!" She said. "It's not your fault." I told her. "Still, I wish that I could help." An idea suddenly occurred to me. "Maybe you can..."
Sorry it's short! Okay, who hates Barriss? I do! How about you? Did that rhythm? It wasn't supposed to. Peace!