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This post is the last in the seven posts I’ve published about Anakin Skywalker. For those who haven’t been following on, I began this blog as a class project, but have since begun to thoroughly enjoy fleshing out Anakin’s character in my own individual way. I sincerely appreciate each and every person who has taken the time to read, like and/or comment on my blog. Thankyou!
We departed the ship; walking slowly as we fully realised our injuries. We had escaped Kashyyyk relatively safe but often, in the heat of battle, non-life-threatening injuries elude the mind of the individual.
We boarded a speeder headed for the Jedi Temple, ready to give our report to the Council. I looked at my master as we shot across the light Coruscant skyline. Obi-Wan looked exhausted. I always had utmost faith in my master, but lately he had been looking a little worse for wear. On the journey home, he had meditated alone in his quarters, and he certainly looked better than he had after the fight, but I was worried. Obi-Wan was still a relatively young Jedi, I thought he was around 26/27. He had been responsible for me for years now, since I was 9 years old, but it felt like I had just met him yesterday. Sometimes I wonder about the rule placed on Jedi that we can have no attachments. For a group that wishes for good in the world, why is love forbidden? I wondered if my master had ever been interested in someone. I knew that if I could ever love someone, I would love Padme. I had not seen her for some time because of our busy schedules, but I felt butterflies in my chest every time I saw her. I figured that she would eventually fall in love with someone important on Naboo; someone who could give her a life I know I never could.
During my thoughts, we had arrived at the Temple and I realised that Obi-Wan had called my name twice already. With a sigh, I walked down the exit pad and followed my master into my home.
We stood before the council; hands clasped behind our backs. Master Yoda’s sensitive ears quivered as Obi-Wan described the mission, and our findings. “It’s unusual that bounty hunters would be involved in matters of Wookies”, Master Windu said, stroking his chin, “They have little to offer other worlds”.
“Perhaps there is more to this than bounty hunters. I feel a clouding of the force I have not felt in many years”, Ki-Adi-Mundi stated.
The attending masters of the Council retreated into silence, but Yoda kept his gaze on me. I began to think of Padme and Yoda’s eyes felt like they were boring into my soul. I quickly tried to think of something else, blurting out “What’s our assignment now?”. Obi-Wan shot a stern look at me and then bowed his head. The masters returned from their musings and shared looks between themselves. It was Yoda who answered, saying “To rest, now you must. Too long you have been on the road now”.
With Obi-Wan, I bowed and then left, descending via the single turbolift that accessed the Jedi Council chambers. We reached the ground floor in silence and Obi-Wan turned to me, saying “Take some rest, Padawan. You have done very well the last few months”. I flushed with pride inside, before remembering to accept such compliments with humility. I bowed to my master and then headed off for my quarters, already planning in my head to meet with my fellow padawans.