#commandeursniips

The large Jedi turned, his glowing gaze landing on a  tiny Togruta, one he’d recognized from his little lesson. Savage took a knee, resting his elbow on his thigh & peering at the younger. “What is it, little one.” 

            She finishes talking to Anakin quicker than either of them would have liked, but other people step in and whisk him away to start a new conversation, leaving her opposite his padawan       AHSOKA. Padmé hasn’t met her formally, having only earlier seen a holographic image of her momentarily. She offers the young girl a kind smile, holding out a hand.      ❝ We haven’t met       I’m Padmé Amidala. ❞     A pause. Concern settles faintly over her features as her gaze centers on Ahsoka.     ❝ Your master is a friend of mine. I’m a member of senate, and when I heard about what was happening, I was hoping I would be able to help in some way. I hope you’re doing alright, after the fact. Can I get you anything? ❞

“My hero. Just so you know, I totally had that under control.” The wound on his side and the jammed blaster in his hand spoke differently. “I was working on a diversion tactic.” Totally.

          It was just a vision, a nightmare, yet was it so real. The hollow voice was echoing over and over, and she hadn’t a chance to find its owner — he wasn’t there. The whole situation existed only in her head, bringing back all the guilt and all the sorrow that had been wearying her soul for past sixteen years. He knew it. He felt it. He was made of nothing but her regret. “You should have never left, Ahsoka. N E V E R.”

OMGS YES.  OR MAYBE HE’S JUST THAT OBLIVIOUS TO THE VARIOUS WOODLAND CREATURES DOING THINGS LIKE FETCHING HIS LIGHTSABER AND WARNING THEM ABOUT POSSIBLE SEPARATIST ATTACKS IMMINENT.

“I found it huddled outside next to the landing strut. It looks a lot like you so I picked it up.” Revan smirked as the white and black striped kitten started licking at her fingers. “Looks like it’s adopted you as it’s mama.”

“I don’t think it’s my birthday yet.”