Sketch sat in the corner of the hanger, happily enjoying the time he was having to himself for once. Through the grace of some deity, his schedule was arranged in a way that let him have at least an hour of free time, which he did not complain about. He happily took out his sketch pad, eyeing the nearby master and padawan pair. they were pretty much the only people he could practice his skills on, after drawing so many pictures of his brothers, he knew how to draw them masterfully. Now, he wanted to refine his skills by drawing someone who wasn't a clone and who had a different face for once. He set a quick timer on his communicator before settling down, ready for the short drawing session he was about to have.

He stared at the duo for a little bit, watching them as his General was under the starfighter, occasionally holding out his hand for something his padawan would eventually hand over. With a small smile on his face, he started to sketch out the rough shapes of his subjects, quickly moving up to more realistic shapes. And with every stroke of his pencil, the drawing started to come to life.

He had first discovered his talent while he was still going through his training. He thought his diagrams were just like everyone else's, but it wasn't until the instructor commented on it when he realized that he was good at drawing. And with the support of his brothers, who encouraged his development as a person, he refined his skills. And much to his joy, drawing became one of the few ways he could express himself.

"My, that is one impressive drawing. "Sketch jumped up in surprise at the voice, barely managing to save his drawing from a stray line. He looked up with wide eyes at his visitor, jumping to his feet as he realized who it was.

"G-General Kenobi!" he stood at attention, discarding his drawing to the side. With his usual smile, he waved off the soldier as he picked up the drawing, taking care to preserve the sheet it was on. Sketch watched on nervously as the General looked at his drawing, looking back and forth from his models, to his drawing.

"This is an excellent drawing Sketch, I see you live up to your name." Sketch ducked his head in embarrassment, gratefully taking his drawing that the General was handing back.

"Thank you, General…"

"You may continue drawing Sketch, just make sure that you complete your usual duties." The clone lit up at his words, he was expecting some sort of reprimand for wasting time on such a menial pastime, he wasn't expecting the General to support what he was doing.

"Thank you General!" he happily saluted the man," I will not let this get in the way of my duties sir!"

"I know you won't sketch, I will let you be now." And with another salute, the Jedi master left Sketch to his drawing.

It wasn't until a few months later when Sketch was approached by the General again, this time, the Jedi having a different request.

"General, what can I do for you? Do you need something to be blown up?"

"No, but I was hoping you could do something else for me." Sketch frowned at that. Outside of the battlefield, there wasn't much he could do other than give the Jedi advice on blowing up stuff. The General sat next to the clone with a sigh, quickly getting to the point.

"I was hoping you could draw something for me…"


It took weeks for Sketch to finish the drawing that Kenobi wanted. Both of them sitting together every chance they got to try and finish the drawing. It was difficult at first, trying to draw what the Jedi wanted just based on his words. So, at one point, General Kenobi just used his Jedi powers to implant the image into his brain. After that, it was smooth sailing, and with a little bit more adjustments to Kenobi's liking, the drawing was complete. All that was left was to deliver the drawing.

"General Skywalker, Commander Tano," he caught up with them in the hallway, the both of them talking idly between the two of them as they did so. The General raised an eyebrow at his arrival but continued.

"Something wrong Sketch?"

"No Sir, General Kenobi requested that I deliver this to you." Sketch handed over the manila folder he had placed the drawing in. Skywalker took the folder with a raised eyebrow, quickly opening it up to see what his master sent him. He watched nervously as the General took out the drawing, inhaling sharply when he saw what was on the paper.

"I-how did- "

"General Kenobi asked me to draw it, Sir," Sketch chimed in, his words settling the Jedi,

"It took me a while to figure out what he wanted me to draw, but I managed to draw it like he wanted." his padawan tried to take a look at the drawing, the General slightly lowered the paper, allowing her to see it.

"Wow! Sketch I didn't know you can draw like this!?" Sketch gave her a small smile.

"It's where I got my name from Sir."

"…it looks exactly like her," the Generals voice was uncharacteristically quiet, he gently ran his fingers over the drawing, making the clone glad that he had gone the extra step and completely sealed the paper to further preserve it.

"Who is she master?" she looked at the drawing again, a look of concentration on her face as she tried to figure out why the person looked so familiar. Sketch was also curious, as something about the drawing was familiar.

"This is Shimi Skywalker," a look of realization came across their faces, the General trying his best to discreetly wipe his eyes as he spoke, his voice coming out choked, "She's my mom." They all stared at the drawing, at the woman who had a gentle smile on her face and a certain light in her eyes that made her look alive. She was wearing what looked like simple, but elegant robes that made her look beautiful. The General carefully put away the drawing, holding the folder close to his chest with one arm.

"Sketch…I can't thank you enough, I never had a picture of her but this is just as good." Sketch shook his head at his words.

"Don't thank me, Sir, it was General Kenobi who asked me to draw it." The General smiled, but it was not one of his confident smiles, instead, it was a genuine smile that came from the heart.

"Still, thank you Sketch, I will treasure this for the rest of my life." And in a way that thoroughly surprised the soldier, the Jedi knight bowed down to him, bowing just as deeply as he would to the Jedi masters. And without another word, the General left the two of them in the hallway.

"You did good Sketch." Ahsoka bowed to him before taking off after her master.

He couldn't stop that warm feeling from bubbling up in his chest for the rest of the day.