I best not say anything. I think the title is enough?

please don't get mad

"The whole hating-sand thing? Yeah, I get that now," Obi-Wan grumbled into his comms as another spray of the gritty soil ground into his cheeks. He, along with a number of other Jedi Masters, was scouting some of the dunes around Cantonica.

    "Yeah, Anakin really must be devastated to miss this," Mace chimed in, catching up to Obi-Wan and falling into pace with him. So far nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

    "Let's check out the other side of the ocean," Plo shortly instructed, speeding past the other two masters. "If there's anything over here, we're not going to see it."

    "Let's make this quick," Mace added. "The citizens of Cantonica didn't seem very pleased that we were 'intruding' on them."

    "As if we're inconveniencing them and their gambling addiction." Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "I bet most of them are too drunk to even notice we're here."

    "Find the base, then insult the locals," Plo reprimanded.

    "It makes this boring trip slightly more bearable."

    Plo chuckled at the annoyance of the two Jedi Masters. He couldn't blame them: the last couple of hours had been excruciatingly unproductive.

    Obi-Wan squinted his eyes against the sand-sprinkled wind and tried to scope the horizon. When his efforts ended in being fruitless, he switched to the metal detector and other helpful gadgets programmed into his speeder. Still, nothing.

    "You guys got anything?" An equally-frustrated sounding Plo asked through the comms. In the midst of Obi-Wan's work, he had sped off and was checking some other areas.

    "Nope," Mace grunted.

    "Me either," Shaak sighed, the motor of her speeder dying out in the distance. Apparently the Togruta had decided that she wasn't going to do any good.

    "Neither have I." Obi-Wan decided to gear down his speeder as well with a shake of his head.

    "Report to cruiser, we shall then," Yoda croaked through the comms, audibly disappointed. A sigh of defeat echoed through the radio from all of the others, then communication was cut off as everyone began making their way back to the ship.

    "Another lovely dead end," Obi-Wan sarcastically remarked as he drove his speeder into the cruiser and got off, making sure to emphasize his fake cheerfulness.

    "We seem to be getting a lot of those recently," Mace agreed with a roll of his eyes, parking his speeder right next to Obi-Wan's.

    "Push aside negativity, we must. Glass half empty affects success, no?"

    Obi-Wan mumbled his acknowledgment to Yoda's statement, but only half-heartedly took the advice. Things were bound to get better soon, right?

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{bold will be translations}

    "Sku? Ta someone thek? Sku??" Ahsoka called out as she wandered through the forests of Endor. After a couple hours of searching, she still hadn't come across any Ewok civilizations. At this rate, she was bound to come across the enemy's base before she laid eyes on any of the fuzzy little creatures.

'Hello? Is someone there? Hello??'

    "Skuuuuuuu?"

'Hellooooooo?'

    Still, not a single response.

    "Guess I'll have to do this the hard way."

    Ahsoka let out a sigh as she sat down on a nearby stump. Folding her legs together and  gently fluttering her eyelids closed. After a series of long and paced breaths, she finally felt her state of mind calm itself. There was nothing that she had ever known that could compare to the feeling of peace.

    She was originally planning on trying to narrow in on any energies near her and follow the signature trails, but something much different occurred. It wasn't painful, just, odd. It felt like she was losing a little piece of herself, soul, if you may.

    "Hello?" Ahsoka mumbled, opening her eyes gently. She still felt a little weak from the strange events. "What's going on?"

    When there wasn't a response, Ahsoka decided to warily get up and look around. To say that her signature was over the edge was an understatement. Quite frankly, it seems that it seemed to be like that a lot nowadays. Watching her back was getting tiring.

    A bright figure finally caught the corner of her eye. She turned to face it, immediately drawing her hands to her lightsabers just in case.

    "Who are you...?" Ahsoka half-asked and half-growled. Normally she would assume that it was just the Daughter, but her normal, flowing green hair was absent. This wasn't any of the Ones.

    "Relax, dear," a mature, female voice called out. Within the moment, the figure had begun to step closer and out of the blinding glow. With understandable uneasiness, Ahsoka's fingers remained trained on the hilts of her lightsabers. In fact, the Togruta even stepped back several paces. Upon seeing the Gray Jedi's untrusting glance, the female entity paused and remained a good distance away from Ahsoka. "Take a closer look. Do I have the face of an enemy?"

    Ahsoka looked up from the ground and into the eyes of the mysterious woman. A small gasp escaped from her lips. "No... no, that's not possible."

    "Don't deny it.

    I am you."

     A series of incomprehensible mumbles rolled off of Ahsoka's tongue as he clutched her head in her hands and fixed her eyes shut. "This is it, Ahsoka. You truly are going insane. You're a maniac. The power is too much for you to handle. You're going insane. You're going insane. You're going insane. THIS IS JUST YOUR IMAGINATION."

    When Ahsoka finally managed to calm her nerves enough to reopen her eyes, a puzzled look crossed her face.

    "Ahsoka, are you alright?"

    The Togruta was staring at the one and only face of the Daughter.

    "What's going on? You just started mumbling something about it not being possible, then started to practically scream about going insane."

    Ahsoka drew one long breath, then blankly blinked at the Daughter. What the heck was going on? Not just one second ago someone very different from the celestial had been standing right in front of her.

    Maybe I am just going insane, Ahsoka thought to herself with a shake of her head. "Nothing," the Gray Jedi assured her. "Just a little tired."

    With one last raise of the eyebrow, the Daughter shrugged and continued on with her plans. "Well then, follow me dear."

    Ahsoka froze in place as the words from... whoever that figment of imagination was... replayed in her head.

    Relax, dear.

    "Well? Are you coming?"

    Ahsoka snapped back to focus as she realized that the Daughter was walking away. With a nod of her head, she hastily fell into a brisk pace behind the celestial. The two wound their way through countless trees and brush on a trail that seemed to never end. Ahsoka figured that they were already halfway around the moon from where they had started.

    Ahsoka nearly crashed into the Daughter as she abruptly stopped and held up a hand. The Togruta cautiously peered around the celestial's body to see a small village of Ewoks that were built into some trees and on top of a tall hill.

    "Is that...?"

    She turned to the Daughter to confirm her suspicions of what the settlement was, but she had already faded away. "Well, I suppose it is then."

    Then, carefully as to not spook the mostly-primitive population, Ahsoka made her way up the hill and to one of the outer posts.

    "Kush are kush?!" A furry body demanded as he scurried out of the post with a spear by his side.

'Who are you?'

    "Ummm... hold on..." Ahsoka chuckled nervously as she scrambled to pull her holopad out of her bag. She had tried, but her language-learning skills weren't the best.

    "Jeerota..." she finally managed to sputter as she tried to copy the words from the device. "Jeerota. Thek zeeg yehan."

'Friend. Here in peace.'

    "Kash can Meechoo ta sure?" The Ewok asked, still not convinced.

'How can I be sure?'

    "Well..." Ahsoka decided to sit down so she wouldn't seem so big. She was sure that her sheer size of being an almost-fully developed Togruta wasn't very easing for the little creature. What could she do to convey that she wasn't an enemy? What would they believe?

    "Meechoo need your chyasee. Ehda people are thek and Meechoo'm thek ota take chaa away. They are e hutar ota your people," Ahsoka finally, and slowly to be quite honest, explained. The Ewok seemed to visually relax, but his paw still didn't leave the spear.

'I need your help. Bad people are here and I'm here to take them away. They are a danger to your people,'

    "As e sign of yehan, Meechoo can share manna manna," Ahsoka suggested, pulling out some snacks she had purchased from one of the markets on Dantooine. Of course, it wasn't fancy diner food, but it was still much better than ration bars that she had grown up on. Minimal space on missions for food often called for nutritious, and not very good-tasting, small meals.

'As a sign of peace, I can share food,'

    The Ewok slowly crept towards Ahsoka, sniffed the food in her palm, then quickly snatched it up and took a bite out of it. When he found that it truly was tasty, he dropped his spear and proceeded to eat the food with both of his paws. The Togruta couldn't help but let out a small giggle as she watched him devour it.

    "Meechoo sheeu ta Ahsoka. Noroway's kush'u?"

'My name is Ahsoka. What's yours?"

    "Meechoo sheeu ta Wicket," the Ewok mumbled through a mouthful of biscuit, looking up to Ahsoka and giving her a teensy smile.

'My name is Wicket,'

    "Coro chesl me ota your leader?"

'Can you bring me to your leader?'

    A small nod from Wicket was all Ahsoka needed as she watched him scramble up and gesture for her to follow. The Togruta obliged and followed the little creature across several small bridges and through short huts that were interconnected. It was an understatement to say that Ahsoka had to frequently duck her head in order to not hit it up against the ceiling.

    "Chief Kazak," Wicket called, falling out of pace with Ahsoka and allowing her to enter another one of the huts first. This time it was slightly bigger, so she only had to tilt her head to make it through the doorway.

    "Yehanful skus," Ahsoka assured him, taking a seat next to the Ewok. This creature seemed to be quite a bit older than Wicket and probably more wise.

'Peaceful hellos,'

    "Kush have finally tyatee."

'You have finally come.'

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    "About time you're back," Anakin exclaimed in exasperation as Obi-Wan strode into the room. The Jedi sat down the device he was using to continue his research on the Gifter and looked up to his former master. "Well? How did it go?"

    "Great. Of course, besides the fact that we didn't find a single scrap of evidence that there ever was, is, or will be an enemy base on Canto Bight."

    "That's not surprising," Anakin casually noted, standing up from his seat and walking over to Obi-Wan. "Why would you find a base on a planet that... well... obviously never had a base?"

    "I don't think I follow...?" Obi-Wan mumbled, trying to make sense of what Anakin was saying. Just how much sleep had the Jedi Master gotten over the course of the past few weeks?
     "It's on Savereen, duh," Anakin stated as though it was the most obvious fact ever.

    "And you know this how?"

    "I had a vision a few days ago," he began, turning away and staring at a wall in concentration. "I didn't say anything because I wanted to make sure that what I was thinking was true. Whenever you guys were talking about the sands and oceans, I was positive that I was right."

    "tHeN wHy DiDn'T yOu TeLl Us?!" Obi-Wan half-screeched, turning to Anakin and shaking him back and forth. By now, he was so aggravated that his breath had become uneven and his eyes were opened wide. "I COULD'VE NOT HAD TO ENDURE THAT TORTURE..."

    Anakin nervously peeled his former master's hands off of his shoulders, which proved to be extremely difficult from the tight grip. "I'm sorry Obi-Wan, I've just been so distracted with the Gifter that I kind of... forgot?"

    "Forgot? FORGOT?! YOU JUST KRIFFING FORGOT?!"

    Anakin winced. It had been a long time since he had seen Obi-Wan this mad.

    "Umm, there's something I had to go do... in another room?" Anakin sheepishly mumbled, backing up from an Obi-Wan that looked mad enough to kill him. When his former master finally took the first lunge, Anakin took off running and screaming like a little girl.

HAHA I BET Y'ALL THOUGHT ANI ACTUALLY DIED

*actually, with an angry Obi-Wan after him, he might as well be dead*

JOKES ON YOU, HE NEVER DIESSSSSS

NEVER

DIES

MUA HAHAHAHAHA