~Yula POV~
        I was very busy having a snack and ignoring the comm-texts from Jek when I heard the door creak open. Though, to my surprise, I heard more than one person enter.

"Yula, there's someone I'd like you to meet," Cira said as she gestured to the short, human woman with graying blonde hair at her side. It was tucked into a loose bun on top of her head.

At first my mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion I could come up with right now; someone the Council sent to "fix me."

Luckily I quickly figured I was wrong when she kindly extended a hand and introduced herself,"I'm Kya Valor, Cira's old Master."

I smiled and a wave of relief washed over me. Thank Force! I smiled and shook her hand after walking over,"I'm Yula."

"I have a story to tell you, care for a walk?" She asked rather mysteriously.

I raised an eye brow and looked to Cira, not hiding my weirdly construed face of confusion. Cira stifled a chuckle and nodded to me, so I followed Kya,"Uh, sure..."

When we left the quarters Cira stayed behind. This just gets weirder and weirder...

"I just wanted to tell you a story about Cira that you can relate to," she said as we walked.

I just nodded and looked to her intently.

"You see, Cira was never extraordinary. She wouldn't have even been admitted to the order today. Every single Jedi has something they need to overcome in their training. Something that they truly believe will either end them, destroy the reputation they've tried to hard to build up, maybe even get themselves expelled," Kya started to smile as she was speaking, now almost as if she was talking to herself,"Cira had to work very hard to find the Force inside her. To awaken it and harness what little sensitivity she had to it," now she was practically beaming with pride,"But like all Jedi here today, she did overcome it. You'd never guess she had troubles when she was your age."

I smiled a bit and chuckled slightly to myself,"That really is a nice story, and something I didn't know about her, but if she sent you here to say something, you can just say it." I tried not to be snarky and rude, but I was in a pretty weird place right now and didn't really care too much.

She laughed in response, which truthfully surprised me,"Just don't worry. This anger within you, resides in everyone. It just chooses to be louder in you, and you'll get through it. Just don't push people away when they try to help. It will never make the situation better.

I kept my mouth shut and resisted the urge to say something like "I don't need help" and just nodded with a slight smile. After all, she meant well.

        "I thought we agreed no Force pushing, cheater!" I jokingly scolded to Jek as we began packing up from Light saber practice.

"It was more of a nudge," he replied with a smirk as he clipped his lightsaber to the belt underneath his dark brown cloak.

I did the same with my own saber and sat down on the bench to take a sip of water,"Did they ever tell you and Master Ell if you're leading the next Stealth Squad?"

His eyes lit up,"I didn't tell you?!"

I shook my head and laughed.

"Okay, well we got the position! On you and Cira's next mission we are going to come observe and help out, then get thrown into the deep end ourselves."

"Congrats! Hopefully we'll be leaving for our next one in a few days. There's a massive Seperatist Cruiser that, according to the Republic spies, is going to come near Corasaunt any day now. We're gonna be sent to get as much data as we can," I twisted the cap back on my water bottle,"Big ship means big secrets."

A look of worry spread across his face,"And that's going to be the mission Master Ell and I assist you on"?

I stood up,"You betcha."

He let out a nervous laugh,"Just great, that'll go so well."

I punched him jokingly in the arm,"I think you can handle it."

He just shrugged and laughed. Then he appeared to ask something, judging by his serious expression it was probably something I'd hate talking about, but was interrupted by violent ringing from my comm.

"Key?" I asked as I picked up the surprise call from him.

"Commander, we need you, Commander Ocuruf, and General Ell to The Shadow right away," Key said with full armor on and a matching, urgent tone. The Shadow was the name of our ship. You know, the one we stole.

"On our way, Key! Is Cira there?" I asked as I started speed walking towards the door.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied dutifully.

"Be there in a flash, Captain," I said as I hung up and continued to go faster, a brief smile growing on my face. Today of all days, I needed this.

"Wait, do we even have a plan yet?" Jek asked as he slowly caught up.

"Nope," I replied bluntly.

"So we just go?!"

"Yes!" I yelled insistently as I was growing frustrated.

He looked as if he was about to open his mouth to protest, but I shut that down fast. "Piss or get off the pot, Jek!" I shamelessly yelled back, now sprinting out the training arena doors, Jek finally on my heels.

        We came screaming into the hangar bay and were greeted by Cira and Jek's Master, Ray Ell. He was a very tall Rodian with emerald green skin and the trademark mesmerizing, large, galaxy blue Rodian eyes. Fitz was standing at the ramp below the ship, waving us on.

"Good timing Commanders," he followed us up and smacked the wall that separated the cock pit from the ramp,"Let's hit the road, Wing!" He shouted to the new guy, who has now earned the nickname, Wing. Turns out he's a surprisingly good pilot, which comes in handy more times than not.

By now we'd become like a well oiled machine.

Wing was the pilot of the group. Able to scramble landing codes and get past any Seperatist protocol keeping us from their ships and bases. Then once we were inevitably found, he got us out without a scratch. He was now confident, brave, and comfortable with the high stress situations we've had to throw him into.

Key was the master of combat. More specifically, quiet combat. He knew how to take down Droids, and people if it came to it, without making too much noise. Our new weapons and tech helped, but he could practically defeat 20 Droids single handedly and with total silence. He kept to himself a lot, but had a great sense of humor and a surprising sense of wisdom.

Fitz was the data bank of the group. He knew every Seperatist Cruiser and Base out there and could tell you anything and everything about most weapons. He's been responsible for learning the ins and outs of our new tech, which he's obviously done a good job with. If you don't know something about a machine, I'd bet that he does. Smart, sometimes cocky, and independent. He's more of a normal person than any clone I've ever met. Cira believes there's some sort of malfunction in his chip, but she'll never report him. In fact, she encourages independence in her Troopers. Our missions require more than a blind following, after all.

Cira was the strategic mastermind behind the operation. By now, with her experience on and off the battle field, she's figured out the timing and preparations necessary for getting the job done. Though, anyone can do that. The difference is, she gets it done 99% quietly. The other 1% is when we're fighting our way back out, usually in one piece. She's just as selfless as she is brave, and I'm proud to be her student.

We can only hope that Master Ell and Jek's Troopers can adapt to the independence they'll  need. I find myself forgetting just how mindless most Troopers are programmed to be. Cira's let her Troopers have a mind of their own, let them interject and argue, and it's served us all well in the long run. I like to think they're happier than most Clones as well.

As the ship blasted through the now rainy Corasaunt sky, I felt the confidence and rush of adrenaline return. A temporary escape for my own unexplained problems. From my anger, the dark side tapping on my shoulder, and excess of questions. Missions let me forget about all that for a little while. I know I shouldn't ignore my problems. But that's never stopped me, and I'll never learn my lesson. But as every stubborn teenager says, oh well.