Whelp, guys, I know I said that I would get chapter 2 up later, but surprise! I actually had time to write the next part.

I am expecting to turn this into 4 chapters max story, so please stay tuned!

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Sighing, Ahsoka slowly swung her legs off of her bed and dropped to the floor, stretching to work out the kinks in her joints. She turned back to close the HoloMag when she caught sight of the models on the page she had left off on again. She couldn't help but notice the small, perfect details of the girls' appearance. Each of them had, to Ahsoka's prior attention, had flawless, clear skin, clear eyes on their determined faces that glowed fiercely in the photo lighting of the HoloMag, and a thin, curvy frame for each of them.

Ahsoka picked up the HoloMag once again, inching it closer to her face. She inspected the models closer this time, how each of them dramatically posed in the HoloGraphs on each page, how each of them had perfectly styled hair and makeup. That's when it hit her – none of these girls looked anything close to her.

I don't look like them...Ahsoka thought to herself. I wish that I could look like them sometimes.

She looked over her shoulder to look at herself in the reflection of her full-length mirror to the back of her wardrobe door. She turned, carefully inspecting every inch of her appearance. She was dressed in a burgandy-red top with medium-brown leggings, completed with her top enclosing her waist with a form-fitting skit and her belt where her lightsabers usually hang when she was out of her room. Ahsoka attempted each of the positions that she has observed the models in the HoloMag do. Awkwardly, as if there was someone watching behind her, she attempted to mimic the pose of the first human model with pale skin and blonde hair on the HoloMag with her weight placed on her left leg and her right arm on her hip as she lightly bent her knee. Flushing red, Ahsoka realized how foolished she looked doing the position herself – she looked nothing like the model and realized how hideous the position made her look.

"My lekku look too big for this pose," she whispered to herself, frowning as she relaxed her stance. She turned to her side, placing a hand over her abdomen. "And my stomach looks horrible, I look bloated."

Ahsoka looked at her reflectionfor a few moments, walking up closer to the mirror, her face inches from the glass. Small blemishes were visible across her cheeks and forehead, along with her birthmarks. Ahsoka was well-aware that acne was an incredibly common thing for the typical teenager, expect she was damn well aware that she was no typical teenager and none of the other girls had acne like her in that HoloMag. The average teenage girl like her traditionally liked to gossip and talk about her crushes with her friends, held sleepovers with girls giggling and giving each other makeovers and painting each other's nails, and had the occasional date and late nights cruising along in a speeder. She had never experienced any of that in her 16 years of existence. Even worse, the Jedi were forbidden to form attachments with those they loved, so for the rest of her life she would never get to experience the pleasures of a first date, or even a first love. Her secret crush on Lux Bonterri had already crossed the lines of the Jedi Code, she couldn't let herself get out of control, even when her own insecurities and feelings got the better of her. Having to conform her identity to the ways of the Order was incredibly overwhelming for her sometimes. She often wanted to experience her own interests and style, yet was limited by the Code. Be compassionate, yet don't get attached. Be strong, but don't be breakers of the peace.

What are you even thinking? She thought to herself, smackingher forehead on the mirror that was bolted to the door. There are people dying out there and in the battles that you have fought in, and yet you're worried about your stupid appearance. I am a Jedi, well, soon will be. We are keepers of the peace, protectors of the galaxy. We serve to protect those who are in the most of need.

Keepers of the peace, we are, she recalled Master Yoda teaching her and her classmates in a Jedi Code lesson back in her days as a Youngling. She looked up to Master Yoda and found him to be a great source of advice for complying and embracing the lifestyle of the Jedi. Yet, ever since she had become a Padawan and began fighting in the Clone Wars, that lifestyle was difficult for her to apply. If Jedi truly were keepers of the peace, then why was she serving as a Commander alongside Anakin for Rex and his brothers of the 501st? Why is it, at the ripe age of 14, she began fighting in battles of her own, seen her own soldiers die in front of her, and the torment and suffering the war brought to the innocent people who were caught in the middle of her battles. This wasn't peace, this was war. But at the same time, she was a keeper of the peace. The whole ordeal didn't make sense to her in moments like these.

After catching herself getting caught up in her own thoughts, Ahsoka let out a long breath. She had to get out of her stuffy quarters and clear her head a bit. Perhaps Barriss will be in the mess hall and they could hang out for a bit for the night later that evening. But first, Ahsoka had to go speak with the first person who came to her mind to these kinds of things. Not someone within the Order, but an outside ally, someone who she saw to be an experienced mentor who could guide her.

"But who?" Ahsoka questioned herself, sitting down at the edge of her bed again, placing her face into her hands. Barriss and her were friends, but she didn't feel comfortable having this kind of conversation with her. Ahsoka liked to have her own sense of privacy, even though she was pretty sure that Barriss would understand some of what she was experiencing. Talking about this kind of stuff with Anakin was out of the question, there was no way in hell he would understand. She needed someone she saw as a mentor and a friend, someone that she could confide in who could also offer her a sense of comfort and advice.

"Padme," she whispered, as she jumped to her feet, snatched her lightsabers, and excited the room.