It was tragic what the J-di Ord-r had become; they had once been meant to keep the peace, to teach younglings the ways of the force. Now, it was practically soldiers that were being raised. A few good masters like Plo K made sure not to let the true meaning of being a J-di get caught in the middle of a war.

The same couldn’t be said about your master, Pong Krell, who had recently faced execution by hand of the 501st for charges of treason. His training was rough, merely focused on your lightsaber, and fighting skills, rather than on the usual comprehending of the force. For being a mere padawan, you had an exceptional performance on the battlefield; hence why Krell took you along to Umbara, in hopes you’d help with his plan.

No need to say that you took the clones’ side; tried your mightiest to deflect as many blasts as possible. A futile attempt in the end, countless men were loss, and a permanent mark was set on the survivors, and on you.

Lucky enough, there was one person who could comprehend your struggles to a certain extent. Ahsoka T, or as the clones called her, Commander Tanno. She was around the same age as you, living under similar circumstances. Missions in which you had to work together were the most endurable ones.

Ahsoka felt bad, seeing her friend so rightfully upset and lost. You had found out your master was a traitor, failed to save many clones, and witnessed his demise, all in the span of a few days. You were sat outside, in the temple gardens, when you heard Ahsoka’s footsteps. “Though week, hm?” she asked, “if we’re lucky enough, you’ll get assigned a master whose legion can work with the 501st.” It was her best attempt at cheering you up; she knew bringing up all the previous happenings would be of no help.