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what if Anakin Skywalker trained chase instead of ahsoka

In the bustling halls of the Jedi Temple, where lightsabers hummed and ancient texts whispered, a unique bond formed. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, stood before a young pup named Chase. Unlike Ahsoka, Chase wasn’t brimming with confidence or quick wit. He was cautious, analytical—a natural fit for Anakin’s impulsive tendencies.

“Why him?” Obi-Wan Kenobi asked, raising an eyebrow. “He’s no Ahsoka.”

Anakin grinned. “Exactly.”

The Wooden Saber...

Chase’s training began. Anakin handed him a wooden saber—a makeshift blade. “Feel the Force,” Anakin instructed. “Let it guide you.”

Chase swung the wooden hilt, eyes narrowed. His analytical mind dissected every move. Anakin watched, intrigued. “You’re not reckless,” he said. “That’s your strength.”

The Clones and the Pups...

As the Clone Wars raged, Chase stood alongside Anakin. His helmet bore the Jedi emblem—a stylized paw print. He led clone troopers, his analytical approach complementing their unwavering loyalty.

“Chase,” Anakin said, “you’re not just a Jedi. You’re a bridge—a link between clones and Jedi. They trust you.”

The Hidden Potential...

Chase’s connection to the Force was unique. He sensed patterns, probabilities—the ebb and flow of battle. Anakin marveled. “You’re not like other Padawans,” he said. “You see beyond the obvious.”

Chase nodded. “I analyze. I adapt.”

The Betrayal...

When Ahsoka left, Chase felt the void. Anakin’s heartache mirrored his own. “She was my sister,” Anakin whispered.

Chase studied the stars. “We adapt,” he said. “We find new paths.”

The Siege of Mandalore...

As the war neared its end, Chase faced the Siege of Mandalore. His wooden saber clashed with Maul’s crimson blade. Analytical versus chaotic. Chase’s moves were precise, calculated. Maul’s rage fueled every strike.

“You’re not reckless,” Chase said. “But I am.”

The Sacrifice...

Chase dueled Maul, each move a dance of probabilities. But when the moment came—when Maul’s blade threatened Anakin—Chase leaped. His wooden saber shattered, but the Force surged. Maul fell.

Anakin stared. “Why?”

Chase smiled. “Adaptation.”

Epilogue: The Pawprint Legacy...

Chase became a Jedi Knight. His helmet bore the pawprint emblem—a symbol of loyalty, analysis, and adaptation. He trained younglings, bridging gaps, teaching them to see beyond the obvious.

Anakin watched. “You’re not reckless,” he said. “But you’re my legacy.”

Chase nodded. “We adapt.”

And so, Chase walked the path—an analytical Jedi, a bridge between clones and pups. His wooden saber’s shards glimmered—a reminder that sometimes, the greatest strength lay in adaptation