Hello! Sorry I haven't updated this in a long time! I've had a lot on my plate lately... I wanted a few fluff chapters so all you readers out there don't think I'm a terrible person with no heart, but let's face it. Fluff is not my thing... I'll try later! Anyway... Enjoy!
We left Obi-wan's place after a while. "Do you want to go back to the rebellion?" I asked Kasari. I, personally, had little interest in returning. I only needed to teach my padawan. She shrugged, keeping a nonchalant expression. "Yeah. I mean, the rebellion is very important." I could sense that she wanted to go back, mainly because of Ezra.
By now, her rivalry with Kanan's padawan was no secret. "For any reason other than showing off your lightsaber to the Ghost crew." I added. That comment brought a troubled expression to her face. "Seriously?" I said, raising my eyebrows. She offered a smile, then a more thoughtful look. "Well, then, I guess we should still go back. I mean, they need help, right?"
I turned toward her. It surprised me a bit. When I first met her, she hated the empire with a burning passion. I knew that she was still very against it, but she was different. Her focus was more directed towards becoming a Jedi. The thought made me kind of proud.
"So, you think it's a good idea to rejoin them?" She nodded. I sighed. "Well, you're the master. I'll go with you wherever." I smiled, even though she wouldn't have much of a choice, unless she chose to stop training. I doubted that anything like that would happen.
"It wasn't my plan to go back." I began. "The empire would try to hunt us down. At the same time, it would give us someone to have our backs." She looked at me, her mind searching my thoughts. "What's the plan then?" She asked.
"I guess we can go in and complete some missions, but the main focus should remain on training." Despite my words, I got the feeling that I would stray from them and get more involved in the rebellion. Maybe the missions would help her apply herself. "Okay," I said, not sure of how else to respond. "We'll go back there in a little bit."
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Kasari slept, like actually slept soundly, for the first time in a long time. I could sense her untroubled sleep. Relief flooded me. First, she was traumatized and had nightmares, after that, she'd been too excited to sleep, then she was meditating, leaving me out of contact with her for about a week. She was truly back to normal.
I sat up alone with a cup of tea in hand. I didn't feel like sleeping. Boredom crept in, but being an insomniac, I stayed awake. My communicator dinged. I had to run over to answer it, otherwise the noise would wake my padawan. She was not the most pleasant person to be around when she was tired.
"Hello?" I said into the microphone.
"This is Dunan, correct?" Ahsoka's voice. I took a breath in, why was Ahsoka calling me? Was there trouble? "Yes, this is Dunan." I responded calmly. "Can I board?" She asked.
I paused, why would she need to board the ship? "Of course." I replied. I pressed a button that connected our ships. Ahsoka walked on and I had a sudden flashback of when I was a youngling and she came to help out with the class. Her mind was troubled. This worried me.
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"What is it?" I asked, setting a cup of tea on the table, and sitting down across from Ahsoka. A few minutes of pointless small talk can only get two Jedi so far. "The Sith lord." She said simply. I shuddered. "You seemed to have had some experience with him before. Is there any information that you could offer?" I didn't like where this was going.
"I guess you could call it experience." I said, brushing strands of hair from my face. "What was it?" She asked, her face dead serious. I closed my eyes and drew a sharp breath in. I really didn't want to recall any of this, but to help Ahsoka and the rebellion, I would.
"I was nine. He was the one who attacked the Jedi temple. Killed the younglings. He… he…" My memory had been messed up since that night, which seemed darker than any other night. I would get flashbacks occasionally, other times, I couldn't recall anything.
I tried to think of a physical description. Suddenly, a flashback washed over me. Who was Anakin Skywalker? Padawan to Obi-wan. Master to… to…
"It's okay." Ahsoka said, seeing my reaction to the memories. "Your master was Anakin Skywalker, right?" I asked. Ahsoka looked surprised by my sudden question. "Yes. Why?" She responded simply. "I'm so sorry." I said.
She raised an eyebrow. "He was the Sith lord." I said, remembering that she fainted during our encounter with him. She sensed him through their old bond. "That's impossible." Ahsoka said. "He died like the rest of the Jedi." I shook my head, sensing only denial and pain. She was trying to convince herself that it wasn't him. Maybe she had felt as if he had died, in a way he did. The dark side had consumed him at one point. The great Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, was dead.
"It was him." I repeated. Ahsoka continued to deny it. Normally, I would have argued more, tried to make her understand that it was her former master. I was too tired for that. I didn't want to completely drop a bomb on her like that. I shrugged as she said something about my post traumatic stress making me confused.
"Are you returning to the fleet?" She asked.
"Yeah, Kasari wants to." I paused. "Well, more or less. She wants to show off her lightsaber." Ahsoka laughed.
"Well, some missions could come-" She was cut off by her holoprojector. She pulled it off her belt and laid it on the table. A hologram of Kanan appeared. "Hi, Kanan." I said, smiling. "Guess what. Kasari made her lightsaber."
A spark of encouragement showed in his eyes, but then his face darkened. "That's good. She'll need it." I raised an eyebrow, troubled. Whatever that comment meant, it couldn't be good.
"What is it?" Ahsoka asked. Her expression just as serious as Kanan's. "The kids went on a supply run to an abandoned medical station." He paused, gravely. "They ran into two inquisitors."
I stiffened, Ahsoka held her breath. "They were after Ahsoka, and any surviving Jedi." How could there be more inquisitors? One was hard enough to deal with. But two? Maybe joining the rebel fleet wasn't such a good idea after all. I looked at Ahsoka. She was probably thinking about the same thing as me.
"What do you think?" I asked, feeling like a youngling, looking up to her again. "We'll have to tread more carefully."
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