A Pabu Wedding, 16 BBY.

On the beaches of Pabu, the sun sets, creating a warm glow on the water reaching the sandy shore. It's a perfect evening for a wedding -- your wedding.

Hunter and you met in the Clone Wars, and one could say it was love at first sight. Although you had to keep your relationship a secret from everyone -- even from the batch -- due to the strict no attachments rule set by the Jedi, you still loved each other. A lot.

So, when you settled down on Pabu after everything that's happened with Doctor Hemlock and the Empire on your backs, it was no surprise that Hunter, on a one of your weekly dates, got on one knee and proposed. You said yes, of course, and that's how you find myself in this situation.

You glance at myself in the mirror, with your long, white dress. Omega and Lyana are currently brading your hair in some kind of braid too complicated for you to understand. You look down at your lap as you sit, a wave of worry and doubt passing through you. What if you can't do this…?