~Ahsoka's POV~

The bed was soft. It was not as soft as the basic mat that the Jedi were given to sleep on in their simple sleeping quarters, but it was enough.

Ahsoka blinked her eyes open but did not move. She lie in bed for a moment, taking in the comfortably warm blanket surrounding her.

She took in the pale yellow walls; this had once been a servant's room. It was even smaller than her own sleeping quarters, but Ahsoka didn't exactly care (though she was sure the maids probably had.) and she took in the sliver of fresh sunlight filtering through her open window.

It was a tiny square hole, and barely opened more than a crack, but it was enough to let the clean, sweet air into her room. The coldness of the moist air chilled her bones pleasantly under the covers.

Ahsoka, normally, wouldn't take this much time to observe a room. But today was the day that they would attack the Separatists. The fight could go on for days, even weeks.

They could win or lose, and Ahsoka would be a part of the process. Ahsoka would speed on the process, whichever way it went. That fact both exhilarated and terrified her.

Ahsoka smiled and turned over as she sensed a familiar force presence search her room, testing if she was asleep or not. A moment after; her master walked in, fully dressed and lightsaber polished.

He grinned at her. "Morning, Snips," he said cheerfully. She grinned back and sat up, stretching. Reflection time was over. "Morning, master," she said. "Today is the day," Anakin continued, crossing his arms. "Yep," Ahsoka agreed merely.

He acts like I forgot, Ahsoka thought. Anakin studied her a moment before he suddenly looked down. Ahsoka eyed him warily; he never looked down unless he was either guilty or trying to come up with a way to say something unpleasant.

"Listen, Snips, I'm… Changing our plan, a little bit," he said at last. Unpleasant was a gentler way to say it. "What? The council already gave us a plan to follow, remember?" Force, he could not change the plan today.

Any other day they could afford for him to be reckless and impulsive but not today. "I know," Anakin sighed, he looked up again and she could see in his eyes that his mind was made up.

Blast.

"But I have a better idea," of course he did. Because every other 'better idea' hadn't nearly gotten everyone involved killed. "Great," She groaned sarcastically.

"So, I'll increase the number of clones on the side you were supposed to be on," Anakin continued, ignoring her sarcasm. "And you'll defend the back, where the weaker side is." Ahsoka blinked. "You're putting me…. In the back?" She asked slowly, he could not be serious.

"Yes," Anakin was glaring at her, daring her to say something. She dared. "So, this is just another of your reckless attempts at keeping me safe because you're an over-protective, untrusting maniac?" Ahsoka summed up.

Anakin opened his mouth, no doubt about to protest her choice of words, but eventually nodded. "Something like that," he relented.

Ahsoka nodded again, wondering how she was going to phrase that she would be perfectly fine since she wasn't a blasted child anymore, and he really didn't need to send the council into another hissy-fit today, and it wasn't wise to alter a plan that could possibly affect all of the other Jedi fighting with them and a number of other less than respectful things along those lines.

She looked up at Anakin, and saw that even if she did come up with a way to say all of those things, he probably would not listen to her anyway.

He was one of the most stubborn people in the galaxy, especially when it came o her safety. Ahsoka sighed.

"The council isn't going to like this idea of yours," she pointed out. In truth, she really didn't care much about that. Some of her own plans the council hadn't exactly 'liked' either, but this one was bound to just drive them insane with aggravation.

"They won't be able to say much when it works just as well as their plan would have," Anakin replied with a dismissive wave of his mechanical hand.

Ahsoka blinked. Once. Twice. A third time before she sighed again and stood. "Alright," she chirped, knowing it was of no use continuing the conversation. "What's for breakfast, then?"

Alright, justy to clarify things in case of any misconceptions, this is the last battle. Its why the Jedi are so apprehensive about it and teh force is tinged with dark. (That and Darth Sidious) This battle determines whether The Seperatists or The Republic wins. If they don't win, they all die. If they do win, then the war is over, okay?

~Queen Yoda