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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Cad Bane
Protection
The Beginning ** long clip (~8 min)
Reunion
Trust
A New Path
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spoilers spoilers spoilers spoilers for anyone playing at home
Ahsoka stands in the Jedi Council room, exhausted. It's been a long few days. She should feel relieved, she knows. She just narrowly escaped the death penalty. She proved her innocence. They're going to ask her to rejoin the Order after banishing her. Everything could return to the way it was. She knows the offer is coming. She can see it in their faces.
"Ahsoka," Anakin starts, "I am so sorry. About everything." She nods at him, calmly. He's the only one she'll accept that from, to be honest. He was the only one who never doubted her. Who continually proclaimed her innocence.
"You have our most humble apologies, little Soka," Master Plo Koon continues. "The Council was wrong to accuse you."
Yes, she thinks internally. They were.
"You have shown such great strength and resilience in your struggle to prove your innocence," Master Tin adds. And that makes her mad all over again. It's nothing but an empty platitude with no apology. She has no connection with Master Tin. She has no doubt he voted for her expulsion. But she pushes her anger down.
"This is the true sign of a Jedi Knight," Master Mundi pitches in as well, similarly tone deaf.
"This was actually your Great Trial. Now we see that. We understand that the Force works in mysterious ways, and because of this trial, you have become a greater Jedi than you would have otherwise," Master Windu says as he rushes to join the clamor of empty compliments without any real apology, and that's just the icing on the cake, isn't it?
Ahsoka still refrains from speaking out of turn, because she knows better than that now, but she still makes her opinion plain as day on her face. She crosses her arms defiantly and narrows her eyes, meeting Master Windu head-on. As direct a statement of challenge as she dares. She's calling him on his spin. Her great challenge? The will of the Force? That's a load of bantha crap if she ever heard it. They're just trying to get out of admitting that they screwed up. They were so eager to play politics, to bend to the whim of the Senate, they forgot their own Code. It's staring them plain in the face, and they're too embarrassed to admit it. All of them, except Anakin and Master Plo.
Yoda interrupts her train of thought. "Back, into the Order, you may come."
Ah, there it is. She knew on some level it was coming. But she doesn't say anything.
"They're asking you back," Anakin provides helpfully, as if she didn't hear the first time. Master, she thinks, don't make this any harder for me than it already is. But for the first time in his life, he's not in tune with her emotions at all. Or maybe he is, and he just doesn't want to recognise it. He closes the distance between them, holding out his hand to her. Inside his palm is her Padawan braid. The one they ripped off her head when she was expelled. He kept it. "I'm asking you back."
Their eyes meet then, and she can see the hope in his eyes, and it hurts. What she's about to do now is going to break his heart. It's breaking her heart. But this is what must be done.
She takes his open hand gently and closes his palm back over the braid, signalling her intention louder than words. She can feel Anakin's confusion radiating off him in waves, his shock, and then his despair.
"I'm sorry Master," she says. "But I'm not coming back."
There. She said it. Over and done with. She knows right then and there that she has to leave before she cries, because if there's one thing she definitely does not want to do, it's cry in a room full of people who were supposed to protect her and then abjectly failed to do so. So she turns and leaves, fast as she can.
She doesn't have any belongings to collect. She took the path of the Jedi. Her lightsabers were taken from her, so now she has no earthly possessions other than the clothes on her back. She makes for the Temple gates as fast as she possibly can. She needs to get out before her heart explodes.
Predictably, Anakin catches up with her on the Temple Steps. She can feel his presence even before he yells out to her.
"Ahsoka! I need to talk to you."
She stops and turns around. For him. Only for him.
"Why," he pants from the exertion, "Are you doing this?" Like it's somehow a personal injury to him. She doesn't doubt that it is. There's no closer bond than the bond between Master and Padawan. How can he not understand?
"The Council didn't trust me," Ahsoka replies. "So how can I trust myself?"
"What about me? I believed in you. I stood by you!"
"I know you believe in me, Anakin. And I'm grateful for that. But this... isn't about you. I can't stay here any longer. Not now." How can he not see that? How could she stay in an Order that she strove and fought tirelessly to support, but that turned its back on her at the first sign of trouble? How could she continue the Jedi way of life, when there would always be doubt in her heart? Always a niggling worry in the back of her head, wondering when the next time the Council would betray her would be?
"The Jedi Order is your life!" Anakin exclaims, and Ahsoka briefly hates him for it. It's a low blow from a desperate friend-- desperate not to lose any more people close to him. She knows. She doesn't need to be reminded. She came to the Temple when she was only three. She doesn't know any other way of life. Anakin continues on, relentlessly, "You can't just throw it away like this! Ahsoka... you are making a mistake."
"Maybe," she replies. He might be right. "But I have to sort this out on my own. Without the Council. ... And without you." She turns away from him, then, because she doesn't want to see the look on his face. Please, she begs him internally. Please understand.
"I understand," he says. "I understand... more than you realise, wanting to walk away from the Order."
"I know," she says, and it's true. She does know. They've never talked about it, but at some point in their friendship, she came to understand that things between Anakin and Senator Amidala were more than just friendly. The Order forbids romantic entanglements, so she was never sure how to bring it up with him. It seems too late, now. So "I know" will have to suffice. Let him know that she knew, and she never judged him for it. No matter what, he will always be her friend.
And on that note, she leaves.]
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Beyond them in the next row is the ruined statue on the right, and a statue of a regal-looking woman in a gown on the left.]
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This statue gives off a warm feeling too, if you touch it. But it's not quite the same as Anakin's. The feeling this statue radiates is... wisdom. And a feeling of motherliness. Like you could take any kind of impossible problem to this woman, and she'd see a solution. And if she couldn't, she'd work through it with you by your side.
Once again, the helpful dialogue box pops up. "Play memories associated with Padmé Amidala? Yes / No."]
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Politics
Premonition
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