Entry 5

18:05 - Archives - Taungsday

Jarren and I are in the shelves far away from Master Nu because she doesn't like us reading fairy tales so shhhhh.

Yes I said in the shelves- Jarren and I are small enough to fit in the bottom shelf of the last files. The archives is a HUGE room!

Anyway, I thought I'd write down what happened today that made me sad.

Again.

I have a feeling that some of the Hawkbat younglings have no idea what I'm feeling so I might go and talk to Master Plo about it. It's hard for me to describe but I guess yeah. He might know.

Oh shoot I just remembered that I connected my Class and Council alerts to this datapad-

- Council of the First Knowledge -

Message (private): Meet me outside Youngling Tano, Master Ishliam needs your help with something for his next lesson. No I don't know why I've been asked to come either so don't ask.

Message: Clans Hawkbat and Bear will be meeting at the Contemplation Gardens tomorrow for evening meditation. This will be led by myself, a guest High Council member, and Master Yoda. Make fun of this other companion's head shape and Master Yoda will have your hide.

Or not you never know.

Actually we do know because he wouldn't hurt a fly.

...But he could.

May the Force Be With You.

- Master Tooka Carinthsie

Okay I guess this means I have to go- blast! Because I really needed a break today and I was looking forward to comparing stories with Jarren. Oh and speaking to Master Plo. I'll keep writing after this meeting or before light's out.

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Ahsoka sighed and saved her most recent entry. Not even a paragraph has been written, but, nevertheless she was determined to be obedient, and hoped that Master Carinthsie only meant to meet for possibly a few minutes. Maybe not, if Master Ishliam is asking too.

She stood up and placed her datapad in the temple-issued, yet Ahsoka-decorated, bookbag. Her oversized robes swished on the ground and she started making her way out of the shelf she had just recently decided to hide in.

"Wait- you're leaving already 'Soka?" Jarren's big green eyes shined bright, and his face popped out of his shelf, contorting into a goofy confused look.

Ahsoka patted her bag. "Master Carinthsie just messaged us all, but before that he asked me to meet him outside the archives. He probably knew we were in here." She shrugged and then chuckled at Jarren's face- this time he looked shocked but his nose was scrunched up. He looks rather funny to her, with his pale skin and red freckles dotting every inch of his face, not to mention some very unkempt orange curls spilling over his eyes.

Why does hair curl like that? She thought to herself.

"Okay, well I guess we'll have to read about dragons on Togoria tomorrow. Hope you get in trouble!" he jeered at her but she didn't care. He was an amusing youngling to be around.

Ahsoka laughed again, gave a cutesy wave of her hand, and turned back around to exit the shelves. To her left was the large staircase, and she skipped two at a time to make it up and out of the Archives. Masters, Knights, Padawans- all of various ages, sizes and species made their way around solemnly in the hallways as she skipped cheerily in the direction of the east balcony. It was Master Ishliam's favorite place to teach, so if she was looking or him she decided she'd stop there first.

"Woah! Careful young one!" A tall Rodian male nearly collided with Ahsoka and she stumbled on her robes. Falling backwards he managed to at least grab her hand before she landed on her back lek.

"Blast! Sorry Knight Ropal!" Oops! "I should have walked slower." He chuckled, helping her up to her feet and then she laughed nervously. Stop cursing around the Masters Soka!

"Do you need help finding somebody?" He put a webbed hand on his cocked hip. His tunic is unique from others she's used to seeing- the sleeves have what look like stripes of char line up and down the arm and the tabard looks darker than the rest. The inner tunic is striped with gold and yellow. I wonder if he dyed the tabard himself? She thought in admiration, I want to do that.

"No I think Master Carinthsie is just out here," She gestured to the tall steel doorway, "He asked me to meet him and Master Ishliam about something. Thank you, though."

"Oh! I just saw him muttering to himself that way-" he points to the right of the door.

"Ah okay thank you. Maybe I did need help since he didn't exactly give me any instructions." With a final shared chuckle, Bolla Ropal returned to his course toward the Archives and Ahsoka made her way in the general direction he pointed her.

Ahead she sees the annoyed teacher standing next to Master Ishliam, height and weight difference more apparent than ever between the two. Next to them, Ahsoka was just a few centimeters taller than Master Ishliam, though that was bound to change soon, and Master Carinthsie towered over them both- at 1.9 meters tall, yet built and stocky. Unusual for twi'leks- so she read.

"Alright Youngling Tano," Ahsoka cringed inwardly at Master Carinthsie's formal, though technically appropriate, use of her name, and reverently bowed to them both.

"Hello Masters. Master Ishliam, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes 'Soka. I jus' had a few thingz to-ask you. And I needed Master Carinthsie's approval for-mos' o' da lesson so-I thought-he-may-as-well-come-too. Also feel free 'o call- me Timo. 'Master' "-he put in air quotes-" 's-a li'le too formal ou'side-of-class."

Timo's voice was a little gravelly in the throat, and all his "e"s sounded like the word "bed" or "red", but it was still chipper and enticing. It made Ahsoka laugh silently to herself any time she was around him, because of how quickly he said things- as if he were zooming by in a coruscant-city taxi.

"Alright dweeb, let's get to it." the Twi'leki man huffed and folded his muscular arms across his chest, glancing at his nails looking bored.

That was so rude! Ahsoka wanted to gasp out an insult of her own, but kept her mouth pressed in a thin line.

Timo glared at Carinthsie's impatience (and libel), but did in fact 'get to it'.

"T'morrow evening I wou' like to start prezentacions on-a-series of cultures around the galaxy as preparatory lessonz before-you all begin the-next-teaching-period."

"That sounds super cool!- er I mean," she coughed a little, "I really enjoy learning about the different cultures of the galaxy during my free time. It sounds like a good idea for us younglings."

"Oh nuh need t' go formal, my-goodness" Timo chuckled- a crisp laugh, like slicing apples too fast. Ahsoka recalled Master Plo's low, hearty laugh and smiled.

" `nyway, I wondered if you'd like to A- pick-this-week's-Planet or society, and B- dress-up or perform-or `nything-you'd-like. You see I'd like you-to-be azzistant to me during this process. After Master Carinthsie teaches about the Twi'leks of Ryloth."

What? This was unheard of to Ahsoka. She didn't remember hearing any of the older padawans talking about helping to teach a class. But she did have some good ideas. AND she loved this about her life at the temple. All she needed was to actually get out in the world and see it for herself.

"I'd love to help Timo! May I choose later or does it have to be today?"

" `nytime young one! You do-have-me-every day for class and ya-do-stay-after to ask for a pass to the `rchives-"

"Yeah yeah yeah we see each other everyday life is great at the temple, blah blah blah, can I go now? I have to check on the security in the lower levels." Once again Timo was interrupted by a VERY bored Master. He is so aggravating ! That's how to use that word right? Ahsoka wanted to slap him.

" `es. You can go now- `f-you wish, Master." Timo rubbed two fingers to his right temple. Carinthsie stalked away twirling his thumbs.

"I think I should be going too now Timo, but I'm glad you asked me to help! I was just about to read a huge book called 'Fairy Tales And Other Legends of the Mid Rim'. It's about Gungans mostly, but a lot are of mystery stories about creatures of Valarba, Malastare, even Ithor!" She sighed. Suddenly the ache in her heart, that began as just a longing for adventure, seemed heavier than ever.

"That's wonderfu` young one! It will be inzpirin' to have you-for-our-teacherr," He chuckled and she laughed too, though embarrassed for sharing some of her obsessiveness. " `re you-going-back t' the `rchives?"

"Hm, I don't know. I think I'll go there to see if Jarren is still in the shelf-"

" `ow interezting! In the 'shelf'?"-

"Oh-" she face-palmed, "- yes silly me. We have a hiding space from Master Nu. Oh Force it's already time to prep for evening meditation. See you tomorrow Timo!-"

She had said everything so quickly and felt so scattered, that she didn't hear his goodbye, remember their bow, and walking (or rather, sprinting) to the Archives.

But now she stood face to face with a wise old woman, holding a small red-head boy by the collar.

Dank Ferrik! She must have found the spot!

"Where do you think you're going, youngling Tano?" Her eyes were like ice.

Ahsoka gulped.

To be continued...

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- Galactic History Ministry -

Message: Exciting lessons to come in the next few months! We will be joined by our very own Youngling Ahsoka Tano. More details to come!

Also please take notes on this video about the uprisings that happened on Coruscant for this Unit's Era. I forgot to assign it.

- Knight Timo Ishliam

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Author's Note: I'm BAAAAAAACK! Y'all, I have had so much going on. But it can be summed up as track practice, beginning-of-new-school-quarter-workload dump, and balancing rest with all. But I am happy to say that this entry was worked on sparsely throughout my hiatus, as well as lots for Fives' Lament. Binge wrote Entry 5's last 700 words, but it was worth it. Mwahaha! You'll have to wait till next time for what happened! Hope you guys liked the banter- oh! and style I'm using :D Also don't hate on the typos, its literally how Timo talks and I love him for it.

I don't own Star Wars or these characters; except for Timo (*praying hands* bless this man), Carinthsie (you jerk!) and Jarren (the little leprechen). My real disclaimer is at the end of Prologue I.