Hiya! It's me again! I haven't written in a while... I've been really into Star Wars recently, ever since Episode Three came out on DVD. So... I decided I'd do this. It might take me a while to do it... I may turn it into a trilogy. I'm not very good at making things short, so some spots may drag a bit... How long it goes depends on how long I'm on the Star Wars thing. But I will try to finish at least this one. It starts during the Clone Wars...

(Oh yeah! Insert standard disclaimer here.)

In the Jedi Council Room

The shades were closed. Master Yoda was meditating, letting his feelings stretch out and become one with the force. He was interrupted by a knock on his door. Yoda's brow furrowed. "Come in, you should, Mace Windu," he said.

The tall ebony Jedi entered through the door, taking a moment to bow respectfully. "Master Yoda," he said, taking a seat by Yoda's side.

"How goes it with the Clone Wars?" Yoda asked.

"As well as can be expected," Mace replied. "In fact, that is the reason I came to you. It seems that there is a…uh… a general that was originally in command of the clone army on Kamino. The Kaminoians suggested that we instate her in our army, as a commanding officer. I told them no, that only Jedi are the commanders, but they begged me ask you before making my final decision."

Yoda nodded, his eyes closed. "Consider this, we should. A new general, help us could. But something, there is that you are keeping from me, Master Windu."

Mace Windu hesitated before answering. "Two things, actually, the first being that while she is not trained as a Jedi, there is some force sensitivity in her. Not normally enough to make one a Jedi, but enough to help in battle, possibly."

Yoda nodded again. "Continue."

Mace waited before answering, thinking this over. "This truly puzzles me," he said. "They say this girl is only 15, but has been in command for longer than that. She was trained in combat and leadership by Jango Fett, the source of the clone armies. And," here Mace paused. "She is an albino."

"Hmm… See why this puzzles you, I do. You think her from Aeshattar, do you not? The mysterious race of those with true balance in the force? Investigate this, we should. Brought from Kamino, the girl should be. Examine her, I will before instating her as a general."

Here, Mace looked surprised. "You intend to make her a general? And her being only 15?"

"Not before I have tested her, will she be instated." Yoda replied. "Look into her intentions, I must. Go now to fetch her from Kamino, you should."

Mace Windu bowed to Yoda before exiting. "I will. May the force be with you."

Yoda nodded at Mace, returning his words. He then sunk back into his meditations, but was more troubled than before.

On the planet Kamino

Ar'an Sympatha was not a normal-looking person. Her skin was bleach-white, her hair silvery, and her face empty. She was an albino, but unlike most albinos, whose eyes were reddish-pink, here eyes were clear, like the water in a mountain spring. To top it all off, she always wore as pale as clothing as possible, and any person, upon meeting her, might think she was a ghost. That was what Mace Windu thought, as he saw her coming towards his ship in the rain.

"Master Taun-We was certain that you would decide to use me," the girl said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "She suggests that we leave immediately, as it is no longer very safe on Kamino."

Mace Windu looked at her again. He had been expecting a 15-year-old girl, at least in looks, but Ar'an looked neither old nor young. She had a blank look in her eyes, a blank but knowledgeable look, like she had no preferences or fears or dreams, but knew all of yours.

"Are we leaving now?" Ar'an questioned, startling Mace out of his revere.

Mace Windu gestured her up the ramp. "Is that all your taking with you?" Mace asked as they boarded the small shuttle, gesturing to her small flight bag.

"I think it will be sufficient enough for me to do my job," the Ar'an answered.

"If you get it. Master Yoda has not yet approved of you being a general," Mace stated.

Ar'an smiled a confident, wholesome smile that somehow managed to make her look somewhat... empty."I am confident I will get the job."

On Mace Windu's spacecraft

Ar'an sat in the cockpit, next to Mace Windu, feeling lonely. She had lost a lot of people in the last few months. First, it was Zam Wesell. She and Zam had been friends for a long time, practically ever since she came to Kamino. They had joked around a lot, and hung out, but had never really been very close. Ar'an had lost Zam when she and Jango went on a mission to Coruscant and Zam had never come back. Ar'an had know immediately what had happened, and felt sad.

Then it was Jango, her mentor. He was the one who had brought her from wherever she was before to Kamino, trained her, along with the clone army, and taught her how to command them. (That was why she fully expected to become a general, because the army already unwaveringly followed her as leader.) But she had lost Jango when he and Boba had to flee from the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi, and only Boba had come back. Boba had told her little of what had happened, since he had to flee Kamino again because of the Jedi, but Ar'an had surmised what happened. Now they were all gone.

Surprisingly, she didn't feel angry at the Jedi at all. She rarely got emotional at all. Of all the people she had met, she decided that she most identified with the emotionless, efficient clone army she was to comand. Ar'an felt most comfortable around them, in battle, in here element. She had to stop being so emotional. Missing people was emotional. She would forget about it very soon, being caught up in her new job.

She would get the job, she was sure of it. Ar'an had a great military mind, and was the best blaster combatant she knew, next to Jango. She had a little hand-to-hand combat training, with vibroblades, and she knew that she could get the job done.

Ar'an sighed.She felt old, much older than the 15 years Jango had said she possesed. Like she had been fighting for eons...

Ar'anwas interrupted in her musings by Mace Windu. "We are approaching Coruscant. You should prepare for your meeting with Master Yoda." Ar'an set up straighter and took a comb out of her flight bag and started to brush her hair, all the while thinking of what she was going to say to this "Master Yoda." She could see Coruscant in the distance, and felt the anticipation rise in her body.

A/N: Hope you like it... yes, I'm trying to make Ar'an not have much of a personality... you'll see how it will work out in the end. Review or I'll send Boba Fett after you!

Boba: May I desentigrate them?

Readers (looking wary)

A/N: No, don't go that far! "