Sad Machine {RexXocXAnakinXFives}

Chapter Thirteen

Pray For Me

"Padawan Tano, would you say the events your master described are accurate?" Ahsoka looked to Ceres, a frown marring her lips before she looked away.

"Yes masters, I-,"

"It was my fault," Ceres spoke up without hesitation. "She's my padawan and her mistakes fall on me and reflect on my skills as a master. If anyone should be punished for her actions, it should be me." Ahsoka looked up to the white haired woman who had stepped forward, not even looking at her or Anakin.

"You'd take responsibility for her actions despite Anakin being the one to place her in charge of her own battalion?" Ceres looked to Anakin before looking to her old master, the bald man frowning at her. Plo Koon looked between Padawan and Master, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he spoke.

"I know you wish to defend her, Ceres, but there is only so much responsibility one can take for someone else's actions. Ahsoka moved carelessly and only saw her own short sighted victory because she became blinded. As a commander she should have known better." Ceres' yellow eyes narrowed, moving from Plo to the bald man who had shaken his head.

"Yes and as a padawan, it is expected that she'll make mistakes. She is still young and rather inexperienced. Despite excelling and the great skills that she possesses, I find myself having to remind both Anakin and I, that she is still just a padawan. Her mistakes should be seen as mistakes of a padawan and she be punished as such." Mace chuckled, brown eyes slightly narrowing at the white haired woman before him.

"You're asking for leniency? Despite the fact that you claim to value clone lives in the same light as one of our own?" Her jaw clenched and she found herself forcing down a burning rage. 'Of course he'd undermine me, when doesn't he?'

"It has nothing to do with the lives that were lost and more to do with the fact that she is still young and has much to learn. Treating her mistakes as if she were a seasoned General would be unfair and completely out of line." Mace opened his mouth to argue back but Yoda wasn't about to hear it. Sighing the elder Jedi looked between the padawan and master.

"Lenient we shall be, much to learn, padawan Tano has. Temple duty she will be placed on, until the council decides she is ready to return." Mace frowned at Yodas decision but made o move to argue about it, dark eyes moving to the smug looking Ceres. "The three of you are dismissed," Ceres gave a nod while the other two bowed before the white haired woman turned on her heels and walked out, her padawan close behind her.

"Thank you for defending me, master," Ceres looked to the shorter girl, ignoring Anakin who lagged slightly behind them. "But my mistakes are my responsibility and I don't want you to take the blame for me." Ceres rolled her yellow eyes, placing her hand on Ahsokas shoulder.

"I meant what I said Ahsoka, you're my padawan. It's my job to guide you and protect you at any cost. Even if that means pissing off my old master," Snips laughed, causing the white haired woman to grin. "Now come on, let's get you over to Master Jocasta. The sooner you get there the sooner you can come back and the less time I have to try and put up with Anakin by myself."

"And what's that suppose to mean?" Anakin grumbled, the young pair laughing at the pouting man. Ceres opted to not respond, shaking her head and entering the library with a grinning Ahsoka.

"Hello Master," Ceres greeted the elderly woman who had made her way towards them as soon as they had entered. Master Jocasta frowned slightly, Ceres having felt her brush against her mind.

"Still not sleeping I see," the older master sounded concerned, Ceres doing her best to ignore the immediate worry that swelled in her companions. "And, it appears, you decided to not take my advice," the white haired young woman sighed at that, having not wanted to disappoint the master.