Ventrobi

Anakin couldn't stop thinking about Ahsoka. She was zaidi than a Padawan to him-she was the sister he never had. He tried to purge himself of what he alisema 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 siku thinking after a mission. She wanted more. Yes, she LOVED what she did for a living, but she wanted to find someone, fall in upendo 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 wewe 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 wewe have moments...