Willow watched as the Starport vanished behind them. She was Her twin sister, Iris, was sitting by the window, admiring the stars. Her excitement quietly radiated off of her, as it was the first time she had left the Covert on Ryloth, since the war ended 11 years prior. Willow didn't remember if they were identical or not, but at this point it didn't were 5 when it stated, and when given the choice, she jumped at the call to be a Mandalorian. The day their Matriarch, Arianna, saved her and a few other younglings from the Empire was the best day of her life. Willow had... less pleasant memories from that time period. Flashes of the past came bubbling to the surface. Clones, their souls begging themselves to stop, gunned down Jedi mercilessly. Her hiding with her classmates as a nightmare dressed in the guise of an ally walked in and... Willow was broken out of her burst of memories by Iris. She must have sensed her distress and squeezed her hand.
"Thank You" she thought to her sister, and lay her head on her besmear covered shoulder.
"Are you alright?" asked Mace in her thoughts.
"Yes Master. Just was lost in thought." she replied to him. "How are you doing, old man?" she asked playfully.
"Okay so far. But stay vigilant. Things can always go wrong, fast." He replied. She confirmed and listened to the Symphony of the Force in her mind, looking for anomalies. Her Master was at the back of the gray shuttle, disguised as an old refugee. It was risky, but he refused to let them go to Alderaan on their own. As safe as it was for rebels, it still was a core planet, and had plenty of Imperial supporters. Mace was an old friend of the Organas, and few people were actively looking for a dead man. Still, he was right. Things could always go wrong with little warning, even with the aid of the Force. Still, these tourist shuttles were fast, and she couldn't sense anything. Although as they grew closer to Alderaan, a presence she hadn't felt in years grew closer. She was afraid for a moment before confusion took hold. Her Master had cut this bond years ago, yet here it was. She hid this feeling from Mace and recalled the friend she had made all those years ago. "Asher." she thought, before falling asleep.