A/N: So… This is the best story I have ever posted on here. Why? Because it's already finished! That's right, me, GEMMA, has completed a multi-chapter story before even publishing it. Miacles do exist. Anyway, a little background information:

This is, of course, an AU where Padme is a Jedi rather than a Senator. The Jedi Order actually does respect Anakin and his abilities although there is no 'chosen one'. He's just an amazing warrior. Anakin has also been promoted to the rank of Jedi Master in this story but Obi-wan has not. Everyone is just a little different because the Clone Wars have been going on for ten years and MANY Jedi have died fighting it.

Enjoy!

Padme didn't know what she expected when the crowd of recently Knighted Jedi crowded together on the landing pad, awaiting the descent of their new leader. Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker was famed across the galaxy for his heroic deeds and bravery in the ongoing Clone Wars. She'd seen him before on the holo-net and once or twice around the Jedi Temple, but Padme hadn't ever met the Jedi Master in person. The stories left enough of an impression to make her hands tremble with excitement by either side of her waist. Anakin had come to train them to be ready to fight in the war and rumour had it, to handpick new members to join his elite Jedi warrior team. So far it consisted of only himself and Obi-wan Kenobi, two of the best fighters in the Jedi Order. Their skill was legendary even outside of the Order – Dooku was said to fear it when Skywalker and Kenobi were called to action!

She stood straight and squared her shoulders as the Jedi Starfighter slowly lowered itself onto the pad and the glass casing rose high to allow the cloaked figure to stand. To the right, someone beyond Padme's eyes called out a greeting to the Jedi. "Good evening, Master Skywalker."

He shook his hood down and seemed to throw a comment over his shoulder to the R2 unit lodged inside the ship. Padme's breath quickened in her chest. She knew Master Skywalker was handsome – she'd seen him before after all – but there was something more. He was tall; Padme would have to crane her neck to meet his eyes, broad-shouldered with long golden curls reaching the back of his neck, adding a softness to his hard face. But it was the Jedi Master's eyes which truly caught the Knight's attention. Bluer than the Naboo sea, Master Skywalker's eyes were bright and full of life as he greeted the Padawan assistant who'd been selected to hand over information pertaining to the Knights to be trained. The boy trembled and grinned as Master Skywalker smiled his way, taking the holopad the boy held into his single gloved hand.

Master Skywalker took his time, greeting everyone who stood in the row slowly, reading the vital information laid out inside the holopad until he reached Padme, not bothering to meet her eyes as he scrolled through the data. "And you are?" He asked.

Padme raised her chin proudly. "Padme Naberrie, Sir."

"Right." He clicked his tongue. "You were best of your class… Skilled in hand to hand combat and with your lightsaber, those two don't usually come too naturally to someone so…" Slowly, his mouth twisted into the smallest hint of a smirk. "Small."

Padme bit back the huff that rose in her throat. She was a little below average, yes, but everyone made her out to be some kind of midget! Despite her small stature, she could take down a man three times her size and had proved it multiple times throughout her training. But that was no doubt already in the information displayed on the screen. "I believe I've proved my skills enough to not have to defend them now."

Master Skywalker didn't miss a beat. "You haven't proven anything to me, Knight Naberrie." Suddenly Padme was faced with his intense blue gaze and felt herself stiffen, trying not to look away. "But you will. All of you will." He turned away from her to address the Knights who made up the small crowd, "I want everyone on the training ground and ready to spar in ten standard minutes!"

Every joint in Padme's body ached. Master Skywalker drilled them all hard with endurance training and sparring until the last of the daylight had faded into night. What made it worse was knowing he intended to do the same thing in the morning. Before breakfast. She'd skipped on her dinner rations tonight, too tired to even think about eating though she knew she'd regret it in the morning when it was time to train. The Jedi Master had watched them all tackle the assault courses with hooded, haughtily eyes, silent until someone tried to pause for a breath, ordering them to continue. Padme had been sure her legs were about to give out toward the end and dreaded hearing her name called by the man watching them with folded arms.

She'd heard Master Skywalker liked to train people hard… But she hadn't anticipated it would begin so intensely. Padme understood they had to be ready for the war, but he could have eased them into the new routine just a little! All she wanted to do now was soak in the bath and collapse into bed. She was so distracted by imaginings of the warm water soothing her sore muscles that the Jedi didn't notice the Jedi Master round the corner until he said her name. "Knight Naberrie."

"Master Skywalker!" She bowed respectfully trying not to wince as her neck moved.

"You're not hungry?" He asked quietly and Padme shook her head.

"Not tonight. It's been a long day."

Skywalker nodded understandingly. "The first day of training is always the hardest. It might not get any easier, but you'll adapt."

Somehow, his words weren't very comforting to Padme and she forced a smile. "Yes, sir."

He seemed to sense her lack of belief and chuckled lowly, "I didn't believe my Master when he told me that either. But he was right… It just didn't feel like it at the time." Anakin's blue eyes trailed the length of Padme's body for a moment and she flushed. "You did well out there. I was impressed, Naberrie."

Despite the tiredness, Padme grinned, "Thank you! It means a lot to hear you say that." After a moment, she added a respectful, "sir."

Anakin smiled wider, "Don't thank me. Keep impressing me. We need good Jedi out there to push back the Separatists. I think you have the potential to be one of them." The Jedi Master excused himself after that, bowing his head slightly, though it was beneath his rank to do so for her. Padme watched him leave, stunned and felt a small tingle of heat inside her cheeks. He thought she had what it took to fight in the Clone Wars! He'd said it himself, Padme had the potential. Excited and more awake than before, the Jedi made her way to her quarters imagining her name printed into the Jedi Archives under the "Skywalker Squad" title.

Time passed since Anakin's arrival and he trained them hard. He took part in sparring sessions and didn't hold back. More often than not the Knights would find themselves bashed against the hard floor of the Jedi temple or worse, flung across the room by either the brute strength of the Jedi Master or his control over the Force. It took time, but she began to feel as though they were improving, living up to Skywalker's high standards as positive feedback became more common and harsh criticisms became rarer.

Obi-wan Kenobi joined them a few days after Anakin's return from the warfront and aided the Master in their training. He was gentler than Anakin but equally focused and quick to remind them of the realities of what awaited them when they faced deployment. They were a strong team, Skywalker and Kenobi, and slowly, Padme began to understand why people across the galaxy, young and old, breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the dynamic duo had been sent for an important mission. Obi-wan helped Padme with her lightsaber combat, teaching her how to twist her wrists to catch blaster bolts with the green plasma of her blade rather than simply avoid them as instinct dictated. He was a good teacher and she enjoyed learning from him.

The more she learned from the two men, the more ambitious Padme became to join them. Anakin had yet to announce any new members to join the elusive team he was reportedly building. He hadn't mentioned it at all. Part of her wondered if it were actually true, but she saw how he watched them train, how his deep blue eyes followed their every movement, monitored their reactions and judged their responses. He was measuring them against one another, she could tell.

So she strove to be better. Her parries became quicker and measured her leaps higher and her skills sharper. Her body hardened with slight muscle tone as their training went on and soon she was able to take down more than half of her fellow Knights in one session. But she wasn't alone. Other students had caught on too, desiring what she desired and strove to outshine one another. Padme wasn't deterred. She trained harder, ran faster and hoped beyond hope her efforts were noticed.

The Knights were doing well – extremely well – even by Anakin's high standards. In the first days of training, it'd been difficult to hide his disappointment at the shape of the up and coming warriors gearing up to join the war effort, however, slowly but surely, they were coming together and getting better. Jedi died in the hundreds every single day out there. Anakin needed these Knights to be strong and resilient or else they may as well throw their lives away now. He'd watched too many of his comrades die on the battlefield to not be tough on the Knights. He wanted them to live. He wanted them to help end this war once and for all so the Chancellor could bring peace to the galaxy again. Too many innocent people had died for all this to be for nothing. The Republic wouldn't lose. It couldn't.

Aayla Secura was sharp and agile and used every advantage to take down her opponents in training. He had no doubts the same would happen in a real fight. Kit Fisto's skills were growing stronger every single day that passed and Ahsoka Tano was lively and eager. She had a ways to go, but Anakin saw much of himself in her young eyes and felt her potential shine through. That made four members of his battle squad. He'd agreed to take on five to appease Master Yoda but though the Knights were improving, it was still slim pickings after his three choices thus far.

There was Padme Naberrie. She was beyond skilled, eager and ready to learn. She worked harder than every other Knight put together but she was proud. Prouder than even Anakin himself could be. He appreciated the similarities in their personalities but it worried him much the same. Proud people acted rashly, they thought with their emotions rather than their head. Anakin's cybernetic hand clenched into a fist, the mechanical joints whirling softly with the motion to remind of this lesson. He could still hear his Master's voice calling for him, demanding that he stop as he'd charged at Dooku and been sliced at the elbow joint for it.

He didn't want that for Padme.

The protective feeling he felt toward her was strange and new and Anakin worked hard not to show it whenever they trained. He'd watched the butt of Quinlan Vos' lightsaber smack into the back of her slim neck and winced as she buckled at the pain with a cry. A foreign, new part of the Jedi Master roared to life and demanded that he push the Knight away from her, but the faint echoes of the death screams of his friends kept Anakin still. She had to learn. She'd die out there if she didn't know how to defend herself.

He sensed Obi-wan's approach before he heard him and crossed his arms over his chest. "They're really coming along, aren't they?" The other man asked cheerily, stroking his beard as the Knights sparred before them. "Have you thought about the last member yet?"

Anakin nodded narrowing his eyes as he watched Padme swing her legs around Kit's neck and pull him to the ground, somehow making the difficult manoeuvre seem easy and graceful. Her long hair sung around the pair as they fell, somewhat obscuring his view of their match. If it were anyone else, he'd request she'd cut it or at least keep it up and out of the way, but secretly, he enjoyed the way it flowed around her like some chocolate waterfall. It always looked so soft… The new secret part of himself longed to stroke his fingers through it.

"Padme Naberrie is skilled enough I think. She makes taking down Kit look easy."

The pair struggled for dominance on the floor and Kit raised a fist to Padme's pretty face, making Anakin bare his teeth. "That was too rough! What's he thinking?" He was unreasonably irritated and battled the urge to storm onto the floor and return the favour to the Knight. It was part of training he told himself. She had to learn. But that didn't make it any easier to watch. His fingers dug into his arms through his cloak, just barely keeping from wielding the Force to send the green being across the room. He felt Obi-wan's gaze on his face and sighed. "Yes?"

"Nothing… Just…" The other Jedi began, "Mind your feelings, Anakin. Remember we have a mission to complete."

Anakin's head snapped around to face the other man. "I know the mission, Obi-wan. Remember your place."

"Of course." The man sighed and returned his gaze to the Knights.

Three and a half weeks of training seemed to fly past Padme's attention. It all happened so quickly. Master Yoda requested that Anakin and a selected group of Knights provide reinforcements to Master Mundi on Kashyyyk. She hadn't expected to be picked, but Force, she wanted it. So when her name was called by Kenobi along with ten others including Ahsoka Tano, Kit Fisto and Aayla Secura, she was thrilled beyond hiding. They were called into one of the small lower meeting bunkers inside the Temple where the battle holos could be projected high into the rounded ceiling and the strategy shared clearly for everybody to understand.

She took notes on her datapad furiously, trying to remember every detail Master Skywalker said. This was important. It was crucial that she knew her place. This was a chance to prove herself to Master Skywalker! She was a good Jedi and she wanted him to know she could be a good soldier too. He still hadn't made any official announcements regarding the team he was building and Padme suspected it may come after their return.

Some of the Knights coming with them had already seen battles themselves and Padme eagerly listened to their chattering as they filed into the ship. Despite her desperation to be picked, she was nervous about this… She wasn't like some of the others; the only battle experience she had was helping her former Master Shaak Ti quell a political uprising in the mid-rim when she was a teenager. All that had taken was the hum of their lightsabers and the few rebels surrendered. It had hardly prepared her for a real battle.

"Is this your first time out?" Kit asked her once the ship blasted itself into hyperspace, causing Padme's already nervous stomach to lurch dangerously. Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded quietly, not meeting the man's eye. "I see. Well, I'll give you some advice that I wish someone had given me before my first time out with Master Yoda. The moment you see the battlefield and you're surrounded by blaster bolts at every angle and soldiers and Jedi are dying all around you… You will forget everything you've never been taught. Every moment of training will fail you. But push on. Force yourself to move and keep your wits about you. Trust in the Force to guide you."

She'd heard stories of fresh-faced Knights who'd been sent into battle immediately after their Knighting ceremony shot down on their first day. The shock of it all was too much for some people and they froze, just like Kit said. Padme wouldn't be one of those people, she couldn't. But she was afraid of what awaited them out there… Jedi Masters had been killed by the dozen in this war! Someone would have to be mad to be unafraid. The Jedi's dark gaze wondered to Master Skywalker who spoke quietly with the holo of Master Mundi in the centre of the bridge. He wasn't afraid. Master Skywalker was never afraid, that's what people said. 'The Hero with no Fear' that's what the holonet had affectionately dubbed him and she wondered for a moment whether they were right. To be afraid is to be brave, that's what her Master had always said… Master Skywalker was certainly brave, that much was undeniable…

"Thank you." She forced herself to answer Kit. "But I'll be fine."

As if sensing her eyes on him, Master Skywalker's blue hues flicked upwards, catching Padme's eye. Oblivious, Master Mundi continued on with their meeting, but it didn't seem like Anakin was listening anymore. After a few moments, his full lips turned up at the corner, offering her a sleepy half-smile that was enough to make her forget her nerves for a moment. Padme felt herself inhale and smiled back before tearing her eyes away from his. What was she doing? She was his subordinate! She wasn't supposed to be gawking at him and distracting him from important pre-battle meetings. Still, she dared to glance back toward the Jedi Master a few seconds later and felt her teeth sink into the pillow of her lip. He wasn't looking at her anymore but that didn't make the strange butterflies in Padme's stomach lessen.

They had nine standard hours before landing in Kashyyyk and some Knights spent the time forcing themselves to rest in the bunk beds further into the ship, others sat tensely strapped into their chairs, trembling and letting their minds wander to the worst scenarios. Padme was too restless to sleep and too afraid to let her mind wander, so she walked through the ship, smiling at Ahsoka Tano as she passed the girl cleaning her lightsaber up. She liked Ahsoka, she was fiery and passionate about being a Jedi in ways she could relate to. It seemed Master Skywalker liked her too, the pair spent a lot of time together apparently but Padme didn't begrudge either of them a friendship. Force knew that people needed friends in this galaxy. She'd overheard Anakin calling Ahsoka 'Snips' more than once while they trained and had witnessed first-hand his offence at the nickname of 'Skyguy'. It reminded Padme of the relationship an older brother may have with a young sibling.

She walked through the ship watching the stars stretch across the stars behind every pane of transparisteel until the unmistakable whirling of tools caught her attention. The mechanical droids working on the upkeep of the ship and its weapons were several levels downstairs, so it couldn't be them. Curious, she followed the direction of the sounds until she found an open door and tipped her head to peek inside.

Master Skywalker was there, hunched over a bench littered with droid pieces, screws and tools and Padme watched, interested as he welded parts together seamlessly. What was he doing? Unable to help herself, she cleared her throat and the Jedi Master paused his efforts to turn around. "Master Skywalker." Padme bowed respectfully. "What are you doing?"

He could easily bark at her to leave him alone, she was forgetting her place by asking him such a thing. What he did in his private time was his own business after all. But he smiled for a moment, chuckling under his breath, almost embarrassed apparently. "I, uh." Her eyes were drawn to the bob of his throat as he swallowed. "The droid was broken… I like fixing things. It helps clear my mind."

Padme nodded and felt herself smile. What an odd little quirk for a Jedi Master to have. "Of course. I think everyone has something that takes some stress away." She stepped further into the room and let her fingertips dance across the table. The droid was a protocol design apparently; she'd seen enough of them in her time to recognise its look.

"What's yours?" Anakin asked quietly.

She thought about it for a moment. "I like to read. I've smuggled countless books into the temple – but I probably shouldn't have told you that!" Nervous laughter fell from her lips and she let the Jedi Master's eyes, relieved to see them sparking with amusement.

"Well, you know, I probably should pass your name on to Master Windu for contraband, Knight Naberrie." His deep blue eyes glittered with humour and Padme felt her smile grow into something more similar to a grin. "He'd have you scrubbing the Temple bathrooms for a month… Believe me."

"You sound like you're talking from experience!" She laughed at the image of the Hero with no Fear being punished by the infamously irritated Master Windu.

"I am." He looked away for a moment, lowering his gaze to broken droid sprawled across the workbench. "I've been on the bad side of Master Windu more times than I can count… It's not the most fun place to be sometimes." The amusement was still there only dulled slightly with what Padme assumed were painful memories of punishments. "When I was eleven years old, I wanted a day off from training to play in the docking bay and when, of course, my request was rejected, I felt inclined to tell Master Windu that the shine on his head was brighter than the Tatooine suns."

Padme threw back her head as she laughed, picturing the stoic Jedi's face upon hearing such a thing from a youngling of all people. When she calmed down enough to speak, she lifted a hand to wipe away at the tear that had spilled from her eye. "I suppose that was when you experienced fresher cleaning?"

Anakin shuddered and shook his head. "That and kitchen duty. For two months."

"That's a long time for a youngling to be punished. Didn't Master Qui-gon say anything?"

He smiled ruefully for a moment, lowering his eyes again. "When he stopped laughing, yeah. But I was a little shit who probably deserved it."

"Probably?" Padme cocked her hip and watched him shake his head.

"Definitely." He amended after a moment, meeting her eyes again.

The butterflies were back and this time with a vengeance. Padme couldn't stop glancing at his lips… His full, kissable lips… Stop that! This wasn't appropriate. He was a Jedi Master, not someone to be ogled! She had to stop this. It was ridiculous and disrespectful. Master Skywalker was here to help them become great warriors to save the Republic, nothing more. Padme couldn't have romantic thoughts about him. It wasn't allowed. Well, it was… It'd been, what, fifteen years since the Jedi Code had been rewritten to allow romantic attachments? But that didn't mean she was allowed to develop a silly crush on her General!

But he was handsome… He was by far the most attractive man Padme had ever seen. His tanned skin and matching sandy blonde curls were a striking contrast to the ocean-blue of his eyes. And his strong body didn't hurt either. Sometimes her mind would wander to the memory of him training without his tunic and tabard on and whatever she was supposed to be thinking about would be gone…

Stop!

Embarrassed, Padme pursed her lips and tore her gaze away from the General before her. "I should probably rest before we land…" She didn't give him time to speak to agree or disagree before turning on her heel and marching out of the open doorway as though battle droids were after her.

She got her first taste of battle less than ten minutes after their ship landed and the docking platform lowered.

Everyone was broken into smaller teams to keep the battle strategy in place. They were spread out and mingled with the Clone soldiers and Knights who'd accompanied Master Mundi into battle. Padme grit her teeth when she realised she'd been assigned to stay with Master Skywalker, Kit Fisto, Aayla Secura, Obi-wan Kenobi and Ahsoka Tano. They were being considered for his team, she knew it. Now she had to prove herself worthy. She easily pushed aside all the silly thoughts of crushes and attractiveness to focus on the mission. That was all that mattered for now. The mission. It was something Anakin drove into their heads in every training session. Everything else came after the mission.

Blaster bolts flew everywhere, hitting Jedi Knights and Clone troopers alike and Padme froze just as Kit had warned. She'd never watched a person die before and the pained screams rang in her ears as the team lingered behind large boulders, counting down the moments until they sprung their attack. To her left, General Skywalker signalled to Commander Rex with two fingers in a motion she didn't recognise from training. The Clone Commander understood well enough, however, and a moment later his blaster rose with a battle cry and he leapt out from their hiding spot followed by the others. Master Skywalker turned to them with a sly smirk that, eyes dancing with adrenaline and excitement.

"Follow me."

She didn't realise she was moving until her trembling fingers pushed the switch to unleash her lightsaber and then they were surrounded by battle droids and the shots of blasters and there was nothing on her mind other than slashing them to pieces. People fell all around her but General Skywalker kept on, never looking back. She could hear the cries of the injured and grit her teeth, willing herself to follow her orders. They were to take down this base and that was what they had to do.

Focus on the mission.

Padme cut through droids using her lightsaber and the Force, terrified and full of an energy she'd never felt before now. With every collision of her lightsaber against the droids, she released a cry of half terror half focus. Up ahead, Master Skywalker eliminated the droids he faced with an aweing speed. He was fast! He leapt high into the air and cleared ten droids out of the way with the Force alone while Padme watched, grip tightening on her own lightsaber. It was incredible to finally see Anakin Skywalker in action.

The fight didn't last very long. Before she knew it, the surviving members of both General Skywalker and General Mundi's teams had scaled the wall of the base and made their way inside. There was no sign of any non-droid inhabitants and they were taken care of quickly enough. Specialised drives were installed into the monitors to collect the information stored and Padme leant back against the wall with her eyes closed trying to gather her breath. They'd lost twelve Knights in the battle outside and Force only knew how many Clones. So many lives lost… How was she supposed to do this again and again? How was watching people she knew die supposed to get any easier?

When she opened her eyes again, Master Skywalker made his way toward her with a small nod. "Are you alright?"

It took great focus not to roll her eyes. How could she possibly be alright? But it wasn't his fault; it wasn't anyone's fault but their enemies who created this situation. She couldn't take out her grief and anger on Anakin, it wasn't fair. "How many were injured?" She whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

Anakin sighed. "Seven. They're being carried back to the ship for treatment right now."

"Does it ever get any better?" She whispered and clenched her eyes shut tight against the memories.

He didn't answer right away and Padme sensed his eyes on her face for a long moment before his hand came to rest on her shoulder, squeezing tightly. "You did good, Padme. Better than most do on their first time out."

They returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and scattered. Anakin and Obi-wan vanished in the direction of the Council Chambers with Master Mundi while the Knights trudged their tired bodies back to their quarters for rest and meditation. Padme was one of them. She wanted a long bath and a longer sleep. Her bones ached and her head pounded. She'd gotten out of the fight unwounded but others weren't so lucky. A girl she'd known her whole life, Barris, was carted straight to the med-ward and she made a note to visit her after a sleep.

The moment the door to her small quarters slid closed behind her, Padme collapsed onto her bed with a sigh. She'd never been so tired in her whole life. Her eyes fell closed for a moment before the screams filled her head again. Her eyes clenched and she buried her face deeper into the pillow to find piece but she couldn't escape them. Tears welled behind her eyelids and she didn't have the energy to fight them. She cried until the relief of unconsciousness made the world fade to black.

A knocking at the door pulled the Jedi Knight from her sleep and she sat up with a groan. She felt groggy and disorientated. Her eyes glanced at the chrono hung on the wall and widened in panic. She'd been asleep for ten hours! Master Skywalker would probably send her to Windu now! Another knock rapped against the door and she braced herself, slipping off the bed padding across the limited space of the bedroom to answer.

Her slim fingers pressed down onto the receiver and the door pulled open to reveal the General of the 501st battalion himself, making Padme's breath catch in her throat. Anakin had come here himself? Force, she really was in for it, wasn't she?

"Master!" She gasped and forced her stiff body into a bow. "What – what're you doing here?"

"I wanted to give you something." He declared and Padme frowned without thinking. Give her something? What could he possibly have to give her? He pulled a rolled up document from inside his cloak and held it out with a gloved hand, making her confused frown deepen. What could be so important that it had to be placed on a piece of flimsi to give to her? She carefully took and unrolled the paper, eyes widening to see the crest of the Jedi printed at the top.

"Wait, this is…"

"Yes." Anakin nodded. "You probably heard Master Yoda asked me to put together a team of Jedi I think are talented enough to take on special missions. This is an official invitation to join." The cold temple floor seemed to vanish beneath Padme's feet and she suddenly wished to sit down. So it was all true! He was putting a team together and… And he wanted her. She'd proven her skills enough that Master Skywalker had personally selected her! She looked back up at Anakin in disbelief. It couldn't be real – it couldn't… Could it? Her eyes lowered back down to the document once more and she read it a little more thoroughly. Hers wasn't the only name on there. Beneath the Jedi crest were the names of her fellow Knights, Obi-wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Kit Fisto, Aayla Secura and Padme Naberrie.

"You want me?" Padme whispered, tracing her fingers across the inky print of her name and heard Anakin clear his throat awkwardly.

"On the team, yes." He tugged on his black tabard to readjust it as she took a long, calming breath. After another few seconds, Anakin took the paper back from her hands and re-rolled it before tucking it back inside his cloak. "That is if you want to join?"

Padme couldn't contain her smile as the news truly begun to sink into her head. She'd been picked! She was good enough for a team – his team. "Yes!" She laughed just barely resisting the sudden urge to throw her arms around his neck in excitement. "Yes, of course! Thank you, Master Skywalker. I won't let you down!"

Anakin smiled widely just like he had on the way to Kashyyyk and she felt the butterflies again. "I don't doubt it."

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