From The Ashes

Prologue

‼️I thought I'd already published this before chapter 1 but I guess not. This is the PROLOGUE and was written before chapter 1‼️

Disclaimer: I do not own Star wars or
any of its characters.

"I'm very proud of you," I heard my master tell his old Padawan, Anakin. "Goodbye old friend. May the Force be with you." Master Kenobi turned away and walked towards me.

"Well, young one? Ready to go?" He asked kindly.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Let's go!" I was quite excited to be going with him to Utapau.

He sighed. "I still can't believe I'm letting you come with me. It'll be dangerous." I could feel worry pouring off of him in waves. He'd never been the same since Duchess Satine died.

At 10 years old, I'd been his apprentice for a year, which meant I'd become one younger than most. I knew him pretty well for that amount of time. And the Knight he'd trained, Anakin Skywalker didn't like me; I could tell. I'd known Anakin's own Padawan, Ahsoka, for a little while. Ahsoka told me it was nothing personal, that Anakin never liked younglings, especially ones that became padawans early. I had the eerie feeling sometimes that Skywalker would be the death of me.

"Gianna?" Master Kenobi asked.

I shook myself out of the daze. "Yes, master?"

"Let's go."

I nodded, and we headed to our fighters.

My master was uncomfortable with me flying my own ship at ten, but he accepted it because Anakin had been flying a starfighter at nine. But he was more experienced, and I wasn't too comfy with flying yet.

I climbed into my ship, catching a glimpse of Obi-Wan's new droid, R4-G9, who replaced R4-P17. I had my own astromech, R3-U1, my little green droid. He beeped worriedly.

"We'll be fine, R3. What's the worst that could happen?" I reassured him. Little did I know just how much everything was about to change.

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Obi-Wan shrugged off his Jedi cloak. We were watching Separatist scum, Dooku's errand boy(not so since Anakin killed Dooku), cowardly cyborg with creepy eyes, General Grievous.

"Gianna, stay here. Grievous may have asthmatic lung problems, but he can still kill Jedi... and takes their lightsabers as trophies," he instructed.

"But, Master, you might need my help!" I protested.

He gave me his sternest look, but softened. "I can't lose you, Gianna. Stay here, stay safe, stay out of sight." He surprised me by pulling me into a fatherly embrace, and held me tightly for a moment. I held on tight, not wanting to let go first.

He pulled away, and jumped down below, to meet the general.

"Hello there," I heard him say cheerfully, and covered my mouth to keep from snorting out loud.

And then I realized, while good soldiers follow orders, I was not a soldier. I was a Jedi. And my troops would need the help of a Jedi.

As stealthily as I could, I made my way back to the 212th legion.

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"These clankers aren't retreating!" I yelled to Cody.

He grinned in the midst of destruction, which was a bit unnerving with his scar. "They never do, kid."

"Neither do we," I said determinedly.