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Will I ever see you again? Maybe.

initially, his plan had been to take a quick look & attend to his other duties; however, nothing was ever straightforward with the young general. but were his current findings enough ? too often, it felt like they go two-steps ahead & fell back four. anakin shook his head as he walked back to the map & pushed a button on the base of the holomap to change what he was looking at.

leaning closer, the young general felt a downward turn of his lips & a furrowing of his eyebrows. the image appeared blurry compared to the last, & his mind was starting to feel the clouds from exhaustion as it weighed down on his shoulders. his body screamed for rest as his eyes drooped, & he struggled to keep them open as he pushed himself to continue looking at the map. while he looked, he felt a slight shift in the force.

did you hear me?

the words were muffled in his ear, but as anakin leaned back from the holomap, he looked at his side & all but jumped. his heart began to race in his chest as he realized the shift in the force had been his master. the problem was that anakin ignored it & assumed it was nothing.

he shook his head. ❛ of course, i did, master. ❜ he replied as his lips twisted into a crooked grin. ❛ did you really think that i wouldn't be listening ? ❜

how can i accept such comfort and gentleness when the galaxy is in such peril?    all the more reason to do so.

     Then there was the war. The Jedi Master had been against it all from the start, had dug his heels into the dirt and wanted nothing to do with any of it. Eventually however he was convinced, despite the fact he was still vocal about his disdain for it. Yet despite the looming cloud above them all, there was a small glimmer of light. Not from himself but his former Padawan, who normally was so rigid and followed closely to the rules, seemed perhaps to be bending them. Not that Qui-Gon could know for certain, it was very clear everything was all well guarded, even the small glimpses that managed to peak through, like sunlight filtering through leaves. Feelings of warmth and care, and something else, strangely familiar to feelings he had felt from Obi-Wan when he was much younger, a near lifetime ago, yet utterly different.

     Qui-Gon knew it was only because he had once been Obi-Wan’s mentor, had taught him the skills he was now using that the older man was able to at all pick up on it. Even then it had taken time to find the source of it. He still wasn’t completely sure, relying more on knowing Obi-Wan than her. The moment where he caught on had been so quick, Qui-Gon nearly missed it, having only looked up from what he was reading in time to catch it. Obi-wan’s hand briefly brushing against her’s, her watching him leave for a moment longer than anyone else. The moment lasted all but a blink. Amelia Lockridge, a Republic intelligence officer assigned to Obi-Wan’s command. The Jedi Master had one or two interactions with her. She was utterly warm and bright, quick and clever. Yet despite everything he could surmise from her, she somehow gave him nothing to prove what he suspected.

     It was not often they had the chance to work together, and seeing as how Qui-Gon was unsure when he would have the chance to broach the topic again, decided to take his chance now, while he had it. “I tried seeking you out the other day before we departed,” he said lightly, placing a steaming cup of caff in front of the younger man. “Yet no one seemed to know where you were.” There was a slight glimmer of amusement in his eye as he brought his own cup to lips. “Perhaps next time I should ask that intelligence officer of yours–”

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"So, you're to return to the hive of scum and villainy known as Tatooine." The royal family of Alderaan were long gone by now, leaving the former handmaiden and the former Jedi knight standing alone on the landing platform.