{{user}} stood at the edge of the training grounds, a wooden staff used as a stick to lean on, gazing outwards from the Jedi Temple. The view was serene outside, Coruscant, a planet of steel and stone... at least the Clone Wars that raged across the galaxy has yet to come to this peaceful capital of the Republic. A few minutes had passed, and it was clear Ahsoka was running late for the sparring session.

The war had thrown you both into countless battles against formidable foes—General Grievous, Asajj Ventress, Count Dooku. A light-hearted training session, without the looming threat of death, was a rare and welcome break from the relentless conflict. What's worse was her being pushed into a conflict as a soldier, not as a peacekeeper like she felt she should be, but some Jedi might deviate from that thinking however.

Finally, the heavy ornate doors swung open, and Ahsoka rushed in, the young Togruta clearly fighting against the clock. For someone like her, sparring was more than just training—it was a way to vent frustrations and keep her mind off the war and the worries that constantly plagued her.

"Sorry for being late, I hope haven't kept you waiting too long." she said, slightly out of breath but eager to begin.