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"Are you ready?"  Mace Windu looked down at the young Torgrutan. They walked by each other's side out of the temple to the launching pad where Ashoka and Anakin landed moments before the meeting. The dust from the explosion they flew through was still fresh on their ships, almost like a trademark for their notorious reckless actions. 

"As I'll ever be, " she swallowed the fear down her throat, trying not to let it choke her and rise. 

"We're sending you on this mission because the council believes you are cable." his voice was hard and dry, he held no signs of compassion or sympathy. 

The Master was simply traped in his own morals. He had his past tied to his neck, yanking him back if he tried to abandon the rules; it laid down the rules for him. No longer seeing himself as a man, but an extension of his weapon and craft. To hide his seeking for violence, he barriers it in perfecting his craft; so much so it made his crystal shake till it leaked with violet.  

The young girl's thoughts were like a calm storm. They were cracking back and forth fast like the wind, but you couldn't help but find comfort in it. Maybe that's how she saw her life.

She saw he self as the waves leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. Despite the chaos, you can't help but to watch from your window and listen to cries and the rain and wind. Each time she landed on a planet she left a path of destruction and broke parts behind her. But like after each storm it's forgiven by leaving and pretty sunrise, after she left she hoped a sunrise would come. 

"Remember, not even the Senate can know about this." she lost count on the number of times she had been told. She hid a small laugh and nodded along. Finally, meeting their destination, with a few Masters and Anakin awaiting them. They stood in a small circle talking among themself's, the young Knight was obviously arguing with the Masters.  They turned to meet Ahsoka and Windu's eyes when they felt their presents. 

"Ahsoka you don't have to do this." He raised his hand as if in an attempt to reassure her, giving her a serious but soft look. He then began to slowly walk towards his Padwan, putting his hand on her shoulders "we can find another way." she smiled, warmed that he carried so much for her safety. Raising her hands she grabbed Anakins, to take them off her shoulders, then giving them a small squeeze before letting go. 

"Master I'll be fine. I have faith in your teachings, so should you." Ahsoka tried to target his pride, being the only idea she had to prevent him from causing a scene. "I-I do bu-" Anakin shook his head in distress not knowing how to rationalize with her, but before he could he was cut off. 

"Ahsoka it's time for us to go,"  Windu said urged breaking up the goodbye.

Anakin opened his mouth to interject, but he felt a hand on his shoulder. "She'll be fine Anakin you trained her, Ahsoka will be back before you know it." Obi-Won was expecting this outcome from his oldest friend. 

Obi-Won had a hard time believing his words but had a gift for never letting his doubts show.  Obi-Wons mind was like the waves. Whatever doubts were brought to shore was brought back to the sea of his thoughts. 

"may the force be with you,"  Obi-Won nodded. The other Jedi's wished her off like they were sending her off to her death bed, guilty threatening their minds. 

'Trust in force.'

They got on the ship, which was a smuggler ship from the outer rim, so they would blend in. They walked up the stairs, and Ahsoka looked back to see Anakin and Obi-Wan's faces one last time. It was as if Anakin was trying to pull her back with his eyes, the ocean pools being the last pled to stay. Ahsoka squeezed her eyes shut and pulled her head away, knowing that if she looked any longer she would want to stay. Obi's hand remanded on his former Padawan's shoulder.