*DISCLAIMER* I OWN AKIRAH AND THATS IT EVERYTHING ELSE IS THE PROPERTY OF DISNEY.

Hey guys! If you're reading this, thank you for sticking with this story. mmkay so this chapter is pretty bad in my opinion but you can have your opinion too. Chapters in the future will be longer so stick with it. I don't know how long this is going to be.

All the Jedi ate together, when they could. It was easier to do so during peacetime, but now the mess hall was filled with mostly younglings and padawans. Even Ahsoka and I would be shipping out in a few weeks to the front lines to fight the separatists. I got my food from the server droid and sat down next to Master Secura, Ahsoka, and Master Skywalker.

"So, you two are still standing." Master Skywalker joked.

"Hah, like one fight is gonna take it out of us right Kir?" Ahsoka snipped back.

"Alright, Snips, you up for another fight then?"

I groaned.

"No thanks. Tomorrow, sure, today, absolutely not."

"Ok, you and Ahsoka can do strategic simulations."

Master Secura said, knowing it would elicit another groan from us padawans.

"You have to practice before you ship out. Especially you Akirah!"

Master Secura said, adding the jab at the end.

I whipped my head around, affronted. My padawan braid flicked me in the face... again. Ahsoka and Master Secura laughed. Neither of their species had hair, so their silka bead braids were shorter. I looked at Master Skywalker, the only one of our group who had hair aside from myself.

"Did your braid ever hit you in the face?'

"Never."

He said sarcastically. I sighed in unspoken defeat.

"Well, you two seem finished, so why don't you go and do those strategic simulations."

I looked at Ahsoka, shrugged and got up to go to the simulation. To complete the simulation, we go into cockpits in a room. Then, the room projects a scenario where we're in a starfighter and we have to make decisions. If we make a wrong choice, our squadron dies and we fail.

"A! On your left!"

I practically shouted at my friend.
"I know, Kir." She retorted sharply.

I wove in and out of separatist vulture droids. Blasting down each one as they passed. I gritted my teeth and spun around.

"Blue Squadron, take evasive action!"

I shouted, remembering my tightly knit team behind me. I heard my Master in my head saying Akirah, remember that droids are only programmed; they can't think for themselves. I thought for a moment, then I had an idea. I flipped over and ended up behind the droids. I signaled for Ahsoka to do the same.

"Everyone else stay on your present course. I know what I'm doing."

I quickly gunned down the droids. Then, just like that, the simulation ended. I slumped in the pilot's chair. Ahsoka rapped on the door to the cockpit.

"Leavemealoneandletmesleep."

I said. Ahsoka laughed, entered the cockpit, and shoved my chair forward. I fell out, then jumped out of the cockpit, locking it behind me.

"KIIIR!" Ahsoka yelled, annoyed.

"Kir, let my padawan out of the cockpit."

Master Skywalker said, smiling. I did, mainly because I wanted to sleep. This was a ridiculously long day. I bade my Master good night then I headed off to the Padawan quarters where I wasted no time getting ready for bed and going to sleep.

I was woken up, in my opinion, way too early, by a sharp knock on my door. I opened it and peered into the open doorway.

"Master? You could've commed me, I'd be a little more… ready." I said, stammering.

"Kir, I am so sorry you didn't have more time here before we shipped out, but the attacks are getting worse every day. They need us out there."

I nodded, automatically making a list of everything th at I needed to do. I closed the door and went to the 'fresher. I fixed my hair into its usual style and changed into plain robes. I also put on my cloak and clipped my lightsaber to my belt. Sighing, I threw an extra set of clothes, toiletries, and my comm. Ahsoka came in to my room.

"You're getting shipped out too, huh?" I stood up and I hugged her. I hugged her for every word I couldn't say. I hugged her for every battle we would fight and maybe I hugged her goodbye. I walked out, not crying.