Ventrobi

Anakin couldn't stop thinking about Ahsoka. She was Mehr than a Padawan to him-she was the sister he never had. He tried to purge himself of what he sagte earlier, but he couldn't. *I'll contact Ahsoka. Maybe she can-*. The same sentence played over and over in Anakin's restless head. He paced around briefly before stopping at his "post" again. *The order made her want to leave and they know it!* he cursed himself. He wished he had it in him to make Ahsoka stay with the order, and to make the council believe she didn't commit those heinous murders. But what was HE supposed to do at that time?...

Nakoma was sitting on a ship one Tag thinking after a mission. She wanted more. Yes, she LOVED what she did for a living, but she wanted to find someone, fall in Liebe with that person, and start a family. She wanted an actual life. She didn't want to be a single Jedi forever. Yet she knew attachments weren't allowed in the order. She sighed knowing she'd have to wait as she went in the cockpit to be with Anakin.

"What's gotten Du in such a mood?" he asked as he saw the bummed look on her face. She turned away as if she were saying "I don't want to talk about it.". "Okay, I know Du have moments...