I meditate on my situation as it unfolds. Something unbelievable is happening. Ahsoka Tano… is…

No, it is impossible.

I watch her every day- every minute of every day. There is something so familiar to her. In the past, she had been an enemy; someone to kill. But lately, the universe had changed. My ancestors denied me their respect, and my enemies were kind to me. Ahsoka consumed my mind, filling every thought; she was fierce, bold in the face of adversity, yet timid, and confused. When denied food, she acted indifferent, when spoiled with delicacies she did the same- wild, unpredictable, angry, sad, happy… there were a thousand and one facets to this girl, none of which explained the mystery surrounding her.

And then there was that mystery itself.

Ahsoka Tano, born far, far from my home-world, had the spirit of a true Kalee warrior. The fierceness with which she held her beliefs coupled with the tender love the young one held for those left behind created a soul of great strength. How could this be?!

I put off my duties to observe her.

She sat in her cell for hours, doing nothing. Yes, Ahsoka needed rest after putting me to sleep, but most of the time she was bored out of her mind.

The ex-Jedi did calisthenics or meditated to pass the time. Sometimes the Togruta would growl out annoyed sounds, and mutter. Warriors did not belong in cells- they belonged to the free air, roaming wherever they ought, following their souls to battlefields. I had lived by this philosophy for years, and now found it challenged by this girl.

It was wrong to cage her, period.

I walked down the hall, disregarding common-sense, the chain of command, and my own survival instincts.

"Open the cell," I commanded my guards. One looked at the other, then bleeped and blooped. They it looked back at me.

"Bleep?"

I slammed a lightsaber through its head. It was obviously a defective unit. The second unit bleeped hurriedly before opening the prisoner's room.

Ahsoka rose to her feet.

"Well?" She asked, stretching her body. I noticed she was… not a young girl, really. She rolled her head back, cracking her neck.

"Ah…."

I never really thought of her as female before. Obviously, such a fact did not elude my spies, or my eyes, but before now, it never really seemed to matter. Next she bent backwards, twisting her back into an uncomfortable state.

She was flexible. This was beneficial to any warrior, specifically, it was of great use to a female, as it allowed her to take further advantage of torque- deflecting and dodging an opponent instead of trying to meet them head-on.

Her stomach was well-toned, which was surprising. Why would Ahsoka stay battle-ready, conditioning her body in preparation for combat? There was no way a mere farmer would need such a well-toned stomach.

Her arms were just as pumped, thin, wiry muscle wrapped underneath light orange skin. Her calves were the same, with slightly more bulk.

"General?"

She was standing there staring me in the eyes while I was regarding her battle-readiness.

"I have been watching you," I growled. Her eyes went wide.

"Whoa! I'm here as a healer! I'm not your girlfriend!"

"…what?" I shook my head, "I was referring to your physique! And what makes you think you are my friend in any way?"

"I saw!" She fumed, "What exactly do you think I'm here for?"

To be perfectly honest, I was totally lost. Whatever her point was, it was time to confront her, "Why do you stay in battle-ready shape if you are no longer a warrior?"

One of her eyebrows quirked, "…what?"

I pointed out how healthy she was considering the region she operated in, and how she was in top physical shape.

"Explain why your body is in peak physical condition!" I accused, poking her in the clavicle.

Her eyes went wide, blinking several times before a small sassy smirk spread across her face.

"Are you… have you been checking me out…?" She let out this kind of… giggle.

"You are an opposing warrior!" I belted out, "Of course I am checking on you!"

The female shook her head, "I mean… you're implying I'm attractive, are you?"

I stopped moving, in complete shock. I looked at her, then to my left and right. All the droids ceased working to look at me.

"Get back to work!" I hollered. They blooped and bleeped. Still I noticed the magna guards were leaning in closer, "No!" I answered, "I… have already found a mate, before ever meeting you."

It was the truth. She stared into my eyes, boring into my soul.

"….Ronderu."

The name sent a vibro-knife into my heart. How did she know? Blasted Jedi, always sticking their noses where they don't belong!

"Yes," I said. She nodded to this answer.

"How does she feel about all of this?" Her hands gestured around her. I sighed.

"Does it matter?"

Ahsoka shrugged, "I don't know. I think it does, though. So, are you tired already? Whatever happened to," She stopped, dropping her voice into a rasp, imitating me, "I am the greatest general in the galaxy, I can stay awake for months on end!"

She laughed. I sulked.

"I am not weary," I answered her.

"Oh?" She seemed surprised at this.

"I was going to allow you to take a walk- to reward your efforts. Remain loyal- stray from the path I have set out, even slightly," I held up a warning finger.

Her face was a complex mix of emotions, but eventually, hope won out, "Thank you, General."

I nodded, "Guards! Escort the prisoner!"

They took her away. I watched her go. If my body still allowed me to blush….

I sighed. The accident… or should I say, the explosion, that crippled me, left me unable, or rather, impotent, to have any kind of relations at all. In nerf-herder's terms; I'm a sack of vital organs and a head- women are no longer attract me physically.

There was something more than her warrior's physique (which, by the way, she has yet to explain). Something… spiritual.

She is a warrior, I know it. And it is only right that I re-ignite that spark within her. It is my duty as a warrior to do so. But… then I must kill her. And I no longer have the desire to do that.

Once more, my heart sought Ronderu. She would see the truth, she would show me the path to take, the battles to fight, and the battles from which to flee.

I clutched my chest, where my heart still beat, in sorrow.

"Oh my love, my love… my Ronderu…"