Chapter IV

In transit, Jedi Temple-Coruscant to Mayras, Jaya System

"But how did you defeat the droid, I found he was very difficult," said Timoth, eyeing his fellow padawan Ian.

"It was simple," boasted Ian, "the droid's lightsaber skills were no match for me, I am training under Master Kenobi as a Form III student, that is master Kenobi's technique,"

"I am training under the Form IV technique," replied Timoth, "Master Skywalker favors the Form II technique though,"

Ian laughed, "How long have you been a Jedi?"

Timoth felt his cheeks flush, "for a month,"

His fellow padawan laughed again, "you are no Jedi, you're a farmer, I remember you from master Yoda's levitation class," he laughed again, "even your best friend Kai Dell became a Jedi padawan, but you did not,"

"How long have you been a Jedi?" countered Timoth turning red.

"Two years, ever since the end of the Clone Wars, Master Kenobi took me on as a student under him before going after Grevious," replied Ian.

"You got to fight Grevious?" asked Timoth, the awe showed in his voice and face.

Ian smiled and smirked a bit, "why yes I did,"

"And you-,"

Anakin entered the room, "Aren't you two suppose to be in a levitation trance?"

Ian and Timoth sucked in the air quickly and closed their eyes, trying to regain there standing.

Anakin shook his head and left.

"What were they talking about?" asked Obi-Wan as Anakin took a seat beside him in the cockpit.

"They were playing 'my Bantha is bigger than yours'," replied Anakin dryly.

Obi-Wan laughed and touched some switches, "it is natural for padawans, especially male padawans to try to outsmart and out boast the other, it must be the testosterone,"

Anakin laughed lightly and turned to look out the view port, his mind was drifting again, back to thoughts of Padmé, he could not let the thoughts of his family dissipate, they were constantly haunting him, Obi-Wan glanced back over at him, "what's wrong Anakin?"

The young Jedi snapped out of his reverie, "oh, nothing master," he lied, closing his eyes, "just tired," he finished, but his thoughts could not leave him.

"You can tell me you know Anakin," replied Obi-Wan, still stretching out with the Force toward his old padawan.

"It's nothing," he replied softly, "it's nothing,"

"Does it have something to do with Padmé?" inquired the older Jedi Master.

Anakin had a hard time keeping his emotions clamped and he could not escape the surprised look that slipped onto his face, "no," he quickly lied, "it's not about her,"

Obi-Wan smiled, "oh but it is isn't it?"

Anakin breathed out loudly in frustration, and stood up from his position, "I'm going to get some rest, I need my strength,"

"Alright," replied Obi-Wan with his smile still smothered on his face, "we'll talk later,"

Anakin lay on his bed, but sleep could not come to him, his thoughts kept drifting towards Padmé and his children, he wondered what they were doing, and how they were. He knew that both of his children were strong in the Force, he felt it the moment he saw Luke's little head.

He also knew that Luke would be a powerful Jedi Knight, maybe one day even more powerful that he himself. It would make him happy if he were to eventually become a Jedi Knight.

Luke and Leia were both now two stadnard years old, yet the Jedi Master had only spent three months with them. Anakin tried his best at times to escape to them, they needed him, and he needed them, it was as if they were part of each other. He made up his mind, he would write a letter to Padmé and his children, let them know how he missed them and how he felt, how he ached to be with them, but he couldn't.

Anakin Skywalker found a piece of Synthpaper, and began to write.