Sad Machine {RexXocXAnakinXFives}

Chapter Ten

Who I am hates who I've been

"It appears you were successful," Ceres stood in front of the council, violet eyes focused on the floor before her. Master Plo arched a brow at Master Windu's words, shaking his head with a grin.

"What I believe he means is that you did a wonderful job. I hope it wasn't too difficult of a task," Ceres looked between the few members of the council that were gathered. 'Obi wan, Plo Koon, Yoda, ki-adi-mundi, and Mace Windu.'

"No, of course not, masters, I am quite the... persuasive individual." Plo Koon chuckled, dark eyes moving to Obi Wan who wore a similar smile.

"Persuasive you are, a great asset to the order you have always been. More to report do you have?" Ceres shook her head disappointedly, a frown marring her lovely face.

"No, Master but i did have a request that I wished to make." The council members all shared a look, Yoda finally giving a firm nod of his head for her to continue. "My armor was damaged in a sparring match with one of my men. I was hoping that, since I am presently unneeded, I could return to my mechanic and have her fix what has been broken." Ceres forced her face to remain impassive despite the immediate distrust that swelled from those gathered.

"That depends," Mace crossed his arms, "is your mechanic a known separatist or a separatist sympathizer?" Ceres rolled her eyes in response, her hands dropping to rest on her hips.

"Of course not, Master, I may be a pretty reckless girl but it's not like I have a death wish or anything." She countered playfully, "though if it makes you feel better, you could always have someone tag along with me. Keep me in check, since we all know I need someone to do that for me." Mace rolled his eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Do we really have the resources? Our clones and Jedi are already spread so thin," Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke up with a frown, turning to the other masters gathered. "If anything, I believe Ceres has done nothing but prove her loyalty to us, and do not believe she needs an escort." She could almost taste the displeasure as Mace frowned, his deep brown eyes moving from Mundi to Yoda.

"I agree with Master Mundi, though we could always send a padawan." Ceres smiled, already knowing who her sisters old master would choose to send with her.

"Are you suggesting we send Padawan Tano?" Obi wan turned to Plo Koon, an eyebrow arched. 'He doesn't sound like he's against it though I can think of an infuriating idiot that will.'

"Who better to send than a padawan? It could be a great learning and bonding experience for young Ahsoka and a great teaching experience for Ceres. Unless you think she isn't capable of taking care of our young padawan," Ceres had to force herself to not laugh at Plo's teasing. Releasing a sigh, Obi wan stroked his beard.

"I'm not so sure that anakin will like this but I see no harm in allowing her to tag along with Ceres." The white haired woman grinned, violet eyes moving to Yoda, knowing he had the final say in the matter.

"Much to teach, Ceres has. A wise decision, sending young Ahsoka is." Ceres casually winked at Master Plo, the older man shaking his head.

"Thank you masters, I will go fetch Ahsoka now and we will be taking off shortly after." Ceres dismissed herself, slipping out of the council room and out of the temple. Stepping onto the Resolute, she found Anakin, Rex, Ahsoka, and Cody standing in the command room, looking over some kind of floor plans. "Good afternoon, Captain, Commanders, Anakin," she spoke up as the conversation lulled, smirking when Anakin frowned up at her.

"Good Morning, Master! Did you have an enjoyable meeting?"

"Ahsoka," Anakin reprimanded gently, "you know better than to ask how briefings went." Ceres arched an eyebrow as Anakin grinned, turning his attention back to her. "So, how'd the briefing go?" Ahsoka rolled her eyes, shoving her master lightly as Rex and Cody chuckled.