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- Neyo -
You were the padawan of Stass Allie. You were a very introverted type of person, super-shy, and would only talk when absolutely necessary. You were also a healer like your master. Since you had barely become a padawan, your master was going to introduce you to Commander Neyo. To say you were nervous was a huge understatement. Commander Neyo was one of the coldest, and laconic commanders you have ever heard of besides Commander Bacara. You tried your best though to calm your nerves through The Force. Also so your master wouldn't feel your uneasiness. Walking into the conference room, you saw him standing there. Walking up to him, you stood behind your master. "Commander Neyo. This is my new padawan, Y/N L/N." He stood to attention when his name was called. Your master moved to reveal your form from behind her. You could feel her disappointment through The Force. He turned his head slowly towards you, and then back to your master. He nodded and resumed what he was doing before. Not that it bothered you at all because it meant you weren't in the spotlight anymore. You took note of how his helmet differed from other clones as he walked away. Your master turned around to face you. "Commander Neyo may be a difficult man, but you'll need to get used to his presence." She commanded you. Nodding, you thought about working with a man so cold. It was not what you wanted, but everything happens for a reason.
- Ponds -
You were the previous padawan of Jedi General Mace Windu. You had recently passed your Trials of Knighthood. Thus you were now a Jedi Knight and continued to serve alongside your master until he assigned you to a new group. Your master assigned you to serve alongside Commander Ponds of the Lighting Squadron. You had worked with Ponds in the past so this wasn't anything new to you, but now you got the chance to really meet this great soldier. Walking with your master to the bridge of the ship, you were met with Admiral Killian and Commander Ponds. Your master greeted them as you stood alongside him with your arms crossed over your chest. You greeted them also. "General Windu. General L/N. Nice to see you both again." Ponds greeted. "Well, Commander. My newly knighted padawan will be assigned to lead with you. I have high hopes for the both of you." Mace informed him before conversing with Killian. Walking over to Ponds you greeted him. "It's been a while." You started. "Indeed it has been. You've grown since I last saw you." He mentioned. You chuckled at his comment. "Only wiser." The two of you laughed lightly before your master shot you a glance, which made both of you stop. He quickly glanced at you. "Glad to be working alongside you again, Y/N." Looking at him, you responded. "As do I, Ponds."
- Bly -
You were only a padawan when your former master, Adi Gallia died at the hands of Darth Maul. It devastated you when Obi-Wan returned without your master and gave you her lightsaber. You didn't know what was going to happen to you. You were in your room when Obi-Wan came by to let you know the council requested your presence. Nervously, you got up, and silently followed Obi-Wan to the Council's room. Upon entering, you bowed to all the Master Jedi. Master Yoda spoke up first. "The death of your master, sad it is. Sorry for you I am." You acknowledge his kind condolences. "Thank you, Grand Master Yoda." Mace then spoke up. "We have decided what to do for you. Assuming you want to continue to train as a padawan to become a Jedi Knight, correct?" He asked. You nodded. Obi-Wan then spoke up. "I debated on whether I should take you in as my padawan, but the council declined respectfully." Your heart sunk, as you had hoped that Obi-Wan Kenobi would be your master, but clearly the Council had other plans for you. You hoped for Plo Koon or Kit Fisto perhaps. "Your new master will be Aayla Secura. With lots of thought, we believe it will be a great opportunity for the both of you." Windu spoke again. Not disappointed with your new master, you thanked the council. Obi-Wan then escorted you to meet Aayla. Most of the ride was silent until Obi-Wan spoke up. "I'm sorry for your loss. I can assure you, your master fought well. I know your feelings, and it's okay to feel them. I lost my master to Maul as well." He admitted out loud. You could feel the remnants of his pain through The Force. He then looked you in the eyes and placed his hand on your shoulder. "If you ever need anything, you can always contact me, Y/N." He comforted. You felt slightly better that you knew someone who knew what you were feeling. "Thank you very much, Master Kenobi." You smiled softly. Your ship finally docked into Aayla's ship, and the doors opened revealing Aayla and a commander. "Ah, Aayla, good to see you." Obi-Wan greeted your new master. "Bly," He nodded to the commander. Bly nodded back. "Sir." Aayla then spoke up. "Good to see you as well, Kenobi." She looked beside Obi-Wan at you. "Ah, yes, your new padawan, Y/N L/N," Obi-Wan informed her. Aayla walked over to you and surprisingly hugged you. You froze in shock but returned the hug. Obi-Wan was a bit surprised but then he remembered who her master was. The infamous Quinlan Vos. She pulled away and replied. "Very nice to meet you, Y/N." She then motioned to Bly and introduced you to him. "This is Commander Bly." Smiling at the clone, you observed that he had yellow markings on each of his cheeks. "Nice to meet you both, Master Secura, and Commander Bly." You said testing out the names. Bly smiled at you, and then looked to Obi-Wan who spoke out. "Well, I'm afraid I must get back to the war, and make sure Anakin doesn't kill himself." He insisted, shaking his head at his former padawan's recklessness. Turning around to face Obi-Wan you thanked him. "Thank you, Obi-Wan. I'll make sure to contact you if I ever need to." You spoke to him quietly. Waving goodbye, Aayla started small talk with you and Bly.
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