"So I lean back against the window and gaze out into the night sky. For my love lies out there, across the stars."
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Eight months later............

I leaned against a pillar and silently watched the lesson that Yoda was giving the younglings.

They remind me of myself when I was training. Especially the younger ones who still awkwardly hold their sabers.

But although it is still awkward they held their lightsabers proudly.

And that makes me smile. They are proud of what they are, proud to be Jedi.

Even though most of the galaxy hates us they are still proud of what they are.

It is the only thing that keeps me happy and sane in this time of bordem.

We have been on this planet for eight months. Eight very long months.

But despite everything we are still strong, still surviving.

We all set up camp in the Father's castle.

Once the shelter was sorted we needed to figure out how to get food and water.

The Father and his children don't need to eat or drink so there wasn't anything drinkable or edible on the whole planet. 

So every week a small group of us leave through a portal the Father makes for us and we raid markets at night.

The outside has gotten worse, much much worse. Palpatine's reign of terror has spread fast across the galaxy.

Hundreds of people have tried to resist him and they were shot down by his Stormtroopers which is what they call the clones now.

I have desperately begged the council to allow me to go to Coruscant to meet with senators who I know are our allies. But they have strongly refused.

This has caused a minor rift between us. Or at least made the one I already have with them a bit bigger.

" It's kinda creepy how you just stand here and watch them like this." Ashoka's somehow still cheery voice beams from behind me.

I shift my body slightly so I can look at her.

A smile tugs at my lips when I look at her new outfit.

" You finished it."

She smiles and does a 360 turn, her feet gently grazing the ground.

" Took me a couple of months but it was all worth it," She smiled," Maybe I can wear it on missions." She shrugged.

" If they let you out of that." I scoffed then turned back and continued watching the younglings.

The older bunch were now pairing up for duels, the younger ones watched in awe as two of the older boys slashed at each other.

They were good I'll give them that but their forms were still slightly off.

" Seriously why are you watching them?" She asked again.

" They remind me of a simpler time when we were all young-"

" Stupid." She chuckled.

" Yeah well jokes on you I'm still stupid," I laughed.

" Ain't that the truth." She mumbled.

I chuckled. 

"But what I was going to say was back when we were young and had no responsibilities. We didn't have to worry about missions and weighing our decisions in life and death situations. I would just love to go back to the days when I could just train and then go to my room and just be alone."

" I can see where you were going with that but that just sounded depressing." She said.

She walked around leaned against the other side of the pillar.

" One person's depressing is another peace." I shrugged.

" I guess you have a point there," She said," Who do you think will win?"

She cocked her head in the direction of the two boys who were still sparing. 

I studied both of their techniques for a while before I could confidently say.

" The smaller one."

" Why do you say that the bigger one is stronger?"

" Yes but he is clumsy, just watch."

Not long after I said that the smaller of the boys pins the bigger one down and wins the spar.

" Good call."

" Bigger doesn't always mean better. Sometimes it just means overconfident and that can lead to disaster."

My gaze shifts to my robotic arm.

Yoda dismisses the class and the younglings walk away together.

" We should really learn their names." Ashoka laughs.

" Yeah, we should." I chuckled.

I'm shocked when I see the younglings come in our direction. Their faces twisted with nerves as if after months they are still afraid to speak to us.

" Hello." Ashoka smiles. 

They bow to us.

" Master Skywalker what did you think of our spar?" The boy who won asked.

Ashoka grins at me.

" Well, I was very impressed congratulations on the win,"

" Thank you."

" However both of you were still a bit sloppy on your forms. And you were overconfident."

" Sorry Master Skywalker."

" We will train harder."

" And make you all proud."

" I know you will. You will make everyone very very proud." I smiled.

And they all smiled back.

Night falls fast on this planet. And every night it storms.

Lightning, thunder, harsh rains, and yet the stars still shine ever so bright.

Dinner was a quick burger which I enjoyed. But after dinner, while everyone stays in our dining room I come up to my room amd sit by myself.

I watch the sky crack with the lightning and listen to the roar of the thunder.

But despite the storm, my eyes are trained on the stars. The orbs of pure white light shining through the darkness. Like, little angels.

This comparison makes me think of Padme. And how just across those stars she is probably sitting in her office doing work.

I prefer to think of her doing her work instead of curled up in a ball crying or scared out of her mind

I do this every night. Think about her. About how much I miss her, how badly I want to hold her tight against me in bed. But mostly how badly I want to kiss her. To feel her warm, gentle lips brushing mine.

I sigh and shake my head.

I can't have her. She is too far away. Too far for me to see, to touch, to kiss.

So I lean back against the window and gaze out into the night sky. For my love lies out there, across the stars.

And I can only pray that one day I can go back to her. 

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Here is Ashoka's outfit. It's the same one she wore in Season 7 of The Clone Wars.