Hi! This is my book on Ahsoka. Here, enjoy.
Ahsoka Tano watched the large space shuttle full of her old friends take off into the sky. Ahsoka longed to be with them, but she wasn’t ready. She was fourteen, her friends were fifteen. Ahsoka thought it wasn’t fair, her friends all had Masters and were able to start full Jedi training.
Ahsoka sighed and went inside the Jedi Temple. Ahsoka walked up a few stairs and into her quarters and onto her bed. Her room didn’t have much, it was small, and it matched the beige walls all over the Jedi Temple. Ahsoka looked into her reflection inside the small mirror. She gazed at her naturally orange-red face with the normal white marking a Togruta was born with and her immature Montrails and still growing head tails at her shoulders. Ahsoka looked normal, a disappointed look in her face, but either from that, fine. Ahsoka looked down at her hands, small, like the rest of her, orange-red as well, but looks wasn’t disappointing Ahsoka, it was her young age and not being ready to be a Jedi.
Ahsoka got off her bed and went outside, there was nothing to do, classes for being ready to be a Jedi apprentice was over for the day, everyone else besides Ahsoka was on their way to their mentors, to start their full Jedi training. Ahsoka went into the library and sat at a table alone, hungry, and lonely. Ahsoka heard something, she looked up to see what it was. There were two Jedi, they were bickering about something. Both were human men, one was about twenty or twenty-one, slightly taller than the other and with dark brunette hair, he looked like he recently got his padawan braid chipped off. While the other was in his mid thirties, a light color of brunette hair, and had a beard.
“I had everything under control,” the younger Jedi said. “See, I was ready to become a Jedi. It wasn’t a big deal, all of my men are alive, one or two injured. None died Master! There’s no need to treat me like your padawan anymore, I’m a Jedi now.” The elder Jedi started to give the younger a lecture. “Anakin just because you’re a Jedi now and have your own Clone army, doesn’t mean you can do anything. You still have to take orders from the Jedi Masters, that’s still me, and the council. I will not have my former padawan risk so much out in battle.”
“But Master! I-”
“No buts Anakin, you disobeyed orders, and almost lost your army. There will be a punishment.”
“Like that’s a big deal,” The younger Jedi, Anakin, muttered under his breath and walked off. Ahsoka was interested in the bickering, but Ahsoka felt a pang of regret. She was still a youngling. It seemed to unfair to her, as it always had.
Ahsoka Tano watched the large space shuttle full of her old friends take off into the sky. Ahsoka longed to be with them, but she wasn’t ready. She was fourteen, her friends were fifteen. Ahsoka thought it wasn’t fair, her friends all had Masters and were able to start full Jedi training.
Ahsoka sighed and went inside the Jedi Temple. Ahsoka walked up a few stairs and into her quarters and onto her bed. Her room didn’t have much, it was small, and it matched the beige walls all over the Jedi Temple. Ahsoka looked into her reflection inside the small mirror. She gazed at her naturally orange-red face with the normal white marking a Togruta was born with and her immature Montrails and still growing head tails at her shoulders. Ahsoka looked normal, a disappointed look in her face, but either from that, fine. Ahsoka looked down at her hands, small, like the rest of her, orange-red as well, but looks wasn’t disappointing Ahsoka, it was her young age and not being ready to be a Jedi.
Ahsoka got off her bed and went outside, there was nothing to do, classes for being ready to be a Jedi apprentice was over for the day, everyone else besides Ahsoka was on their way to their mentors, to start their full Jedi training. Ahsoka went into the library and sat at a table alone, hungry, and lonely. Ahsoka heard something, she looked up to see what it was. There were two Jedi, they were bickering about something. Both were human men, one was about twenty or twenty-one, slightly taller than the other and with dark brunette hair, he looked like he recently got his padawan braid chipped off. While the other was in his mid thirties, a light color of brunette hair, and had a beard.
“I had everything under control,” the younger Jedi said. “See, I was ready to become a Jedi. It wasn’t a big deal, all of my men are alive, one or two injured. None died Master! There’s no need to treat me like your padawan anymore, I’m a Jedi now.” The elder Jedi started to give the younger a lecture. “Anakin just because you’re a Jedi now and have your own Clone army, doesn’t mean you can do anything. You still have to take orders from the Jedi Masters, that’s still me, and the council. I will not have my former padawan risk so much out in battle.”
“But Master! I-”
“No buts Anakin, you disobeyed orders, and almost lost your army. There will be a punishment.”
“Like that’s a big deal,” The younger Jedi, Anakin, muttered under his breath and walked off. Ahsoka was interested in the bickering, but Ahsoka felt a pang of regret. She was still a youngling. It seemed to unfair to her, as it always had.