Ahsoka's POV
I hum my favourite tune as I stride confidently down the North corridor of the temple. Absolutely nothing can bring me down now.
About an hour ago, Anakin informed me of his trip to the Senate building, his bargaining with the Chancellor and the final decision. Shmi would have a healthy life from here on and no more daily trips to the infirmary, for either of us. Of course, the supplies won't be in the temple for two days, but the Chancellor has arranged for special security to escort the jedi to get them on Mandalore. Since we the order is trading with the Trade Federation, the rendezvous point is on a neutral planet.
The snow has stopped for now, but I am near positive it will start up before midnight. As for now, long, frail ice cycles coat every window and crevice outside. The sun was gone as well, but the ice still flushed with colour of dusk traffic.
The buzz around the temple seemed to change as well due to Anakin's journey to the Senate. I suppose news travels faster than I had thought yesterday or the day before.
I cross the large foyer of the temple, decorated with festive wreaths sown with jewels and encrusted with glass beads at every leaf. The temple sure went all out for Feranum, which I enjoyed every year. Annually, the temple changes the colour of its stain glass aperture around Feranum, using the trend of spirit during the holiday. None of the colours are symbolic, they just change yearly. I notice now the window is a thick yellow, changing the floor below from marble to a twirling sun surface.
I lean over a banister taking in the beauty of the glass structure, remembering when the window was scarlet red or midnight blue in past years; it truly is more like a masterpiece than I mere window. Almost like a representation of what the jedi stand for.
"Padawan Tano?"
Master Ti breaks my thought as I turn to see her friendly face, smiling with her big violet eyes.
"Oh, hello Master Ti, how are you?"
"Very well thank you. However, I care to inform you that Master Yoda requests your presence in the meditation room." Master Ti says, tilting her neck to eye the aperture behind me.
I nod, wave goodbye and ascend the staircase closest. Most staircases reach the medication room in time, so I don't take a certain one.
I knock softly on the dense metal door, they soon sliding open under my knuckles. Master Yoda sits on a circular orange cushion, surrounded by three other seats. The walls are dark and wooden shades cover the slightest crack of every window. The room seems a lot more shadowy and peaceful than I remember. I take the cushion opposite Master Yoda and settle into a meditation position as he is.
I clear all my thoughts and worries (not that I have many at the moment), and drift into a middle state of mind. I still hear the hushed city noise over my free roaming mind.
"Padawan, much to say, I do," Master Yoda clears his throat, as Master Ti did moments ago. "Here to discuss Shmi, you are."
Shmi? Well, I suppose there must be more to talk about. Maybe the surgery date? Her current condition? Who knows.
"Yes, Master. Where shall we start?"
He breathes heavily and begins, "Informed me of medical requirements, your Master has. Look forward to surgery, I do."
I nod, still unsure of our conversation's purpose.
"Time we start discussing your daughter's jedi career, I believe. Channel the force padawan. See what cannot be seen, by ordinary citizens. Discover her true mentor, you must."
I close my eyes harder and scope out the darkness that is the future.
A young jedi, Togruta, charges a battlefront of an icy planet. The girl's squadron gallops behind her, blasting the droids hidden behind snow drifts for cover. She dodges the oncoming bullets with ease, her eyes still set on the tank across an icy stretch.
When the blaster fire becomes stronger, she emits a sapphire saber from her belt, taking no time and slicing into the nearest droid. She continues down the valley, into the main nest of droids.
The bullets come at full pace and she forcefully pushes a line of droids into the frosty oblivion. The tank settles its cannon directly at her. She hops up and lands on the neck of the cannon, stabbing it at three distinct points. The iron arm barley hangs on as she pries open the top hatch.
She slips down into the tanks pilot duct, throws out a disoriented droid and takes command. Her instinct tells her to drive the cannon near the cliff of the gorge, dropping it down into the command point below.
The tank inches towards the cliff, before she makes her escape out at the last second. The large iron machine explodes on impact with the ground below. Plumes of orange, black and grey swarm the valley now, the rest of the girl's clones joining her in victory.
"Excellent work, Commander Tano." The leader of the pack says, his blue armour covered in the raining soot, "Almost as good as the General."
"Very funny. Lead the men back to the base." She orders friendly. The aging clone nods and waves his arm back to his fellow soldiers.
The girl's comlink alerts her in thought. She answers, as a full grown woman of the same species answers.
"Padawan, has the command space been destroyed?" The woman answers.
"Yes Master. Have you and Master Skywalker accomplished your plan?" The girl responds.
"You mean his plan, right?" The woman jokes.
"Yes mother- I mean Master."
The girl catches up to the men, congratulating them on a job well done.
I nearly fall off the cushion back in reality.
Master Yoda awakens as well, "What did you see, Padawan?"
I rub my eyes, almost not believing I am back in reality.
"Well, I saw a girl- a jedi. She was in command of a group of clones. At first I thought it was me, but it wasn't: I think it was Shmi."
Master Yoda breaths agreeing with my statement, "Yes indeed. Saw your vision too, I did. Very odd, very misshapen."
"What do you mean, Master."
"Think you to be Shmi's rightful Master, any jedi would think. The very planet where you were impregnated, was present. The huddle of close friends of your Master and yours. However, incomplete, the vision remains." Master Yoda draws open a curtain in the room, revealing the cold night the temple has been used to for the past few weeks.
"Well, the future is always in motion. So, maybe this whole vision is just an example of that." I say, trying to make sense of everything. Master Yoda has stated that no one can truly predict the future, as a simple decision like what to eat for a meal or a difficult one like waging a war can make a change the same way.
"Right Padawan, you could be. Further investigation and time must be taken. For the moment, Shmi's true Master, you remain."
I hide my true excitement in another question, "Are you positive Master?"
"To be taken for granted your bond with one another is not. Like any other your situation is not. Tell the answer, time will."
I nod in agreement, getting up from my cushion and leaving without another word. This whole scenario with Shmi and I plays out in my mind in two distinct ways:
On one hand, I will continue to have a special relationship with Shmi, past her apprenticeship.
On the other hand: this whole dream where I am walking on clouds, hangs in the balance of this war.
Our life would still be a small puzzle piece in the Clone Wars. Is that really all as great as I think?