You walked in quietly, noticing Ahsoka sitting on her knees, hands resting in her lap, eyes closed in meditation or focused on the holocron she held. The rest of the crew was busy, giving you a moment to observe her undisturbed.

The holocron projected an image of Anakin Skywalker, instructing Ahsoka on lightsaber techniques. "Keeping your saber moving is key to deflecting the fire of multiple adversaries, with motion one into the next, into the next and so on. I've made some adjustments to the classic Form 4 techniques that you would find work well against droids and other ranged attackers. Here, I'll show you."

He ignited his lightsaber, demonstrating the fluid motions. As he taught, you couldn't help but admire Anakin—a powerful and respected Jedi.

Ahsoka opened her eyes, sensing your presence. "You should've seen him in person," she said, her voice filled with nostalgia. "Anakin was my master. He was powerful, rarely lost a battle. But what surprised people was his kindness. He cared deeply for his friends."

As the recording ended, you hesitated before asking, "Do you know what happened to him?"

Ahsoka's expression turned somber. "The last time I saw him, he was rushing off to save the Chancellor... Then everything changed. The war ended, and the Jedi were accused of treason. One by one, they were hunted down... or worse." Her words were heavy, it was a loss that she simply came to accept. But a scar is a scar, it never heals.