Ahsoka Tano meditated. All she could hear was the soothing vibrations of her shuttle, as it travelled through hyperspace...and the heavy breathing of her part time student. Feeling relaxed, she opened her eyes to see her student sweating from his assigned task  of deflecting blaster bolts. He knelt down next to the former Jedi. "I see that you're improving," smiled Ahsoka, proud of her student.

"I  don't get it how I'm meant to keep up with all of those bolts coming for me," he panted, wiping sweat from his forehead. " It's easy for you; I've only been wielding a lightsaber for 2 months now and you've been using them for most of your life." His oceanic blue eyes locked on to hers. His blonde mop of hair was full of grease. This is even worse than living on Tattooine...

"Go and take a shower," ordered Ahsoka, rolling her eyes at his thought. "And get some rest. I need you to be ready for your formal training with me tomorrow."

"Yes Master Tano." sighed her student getting up from his seat and wondering off towards the single restroom on this shuttle of hers. A sad smile crept across her face. Now that she was alone, her thoughts and images of the past exploded in her mind. Finding out the fate of Obi-Wan Kenobi had pushed her to track down this boy and train him up as well as she could. The Rebellion needed hope and this boy was the answer. The Force needed to become balanced once again. Her eyes trailed across the room to a small hidden compartment.

She knelt down beside it and pried it open. A small holodisk dropped into her hand. She hadn't looked at this disk for years. Not since the downfall of the Republic. Not since the day Order 66 had wiped the free will of the men she had fought with for years, turning them into mindless minions. Holding it carefully in her hand, she activated it, revealing several pictures and small clips of her happy days as a commander of the 501st.

She and the 501st created this album to remember some of the good times, along side celebrations, promotions and just plain old hilarious moments - like Rex whacking his head on a pipe.

Putting the thought of Rex aside, she deactivated the holodisk just in the nick of time. The blonde student entered the common room again. This time he placed himself on a seat in the corner of the room. "What's that you're holding?" he asked.

"It's nothing important," she replied, not wanting to discuss an emotional subject with her student. "It's just gift from an old friend."

"Who is this 'old friend' of yours?" He asked, curiously.

"No one you need to know about," responded Ahsoka, keeping her hands tightly around the holodisk, protecting it. "Now go and watch those holograms I gave you. I want you to study the Jedi's form and make it your own. It will be a lot easier for you to fight with, but don't exhaust your self and go to sleep."

"So much for being an adult..." he shrugged and wondered off to his quarters.

Ahsoka turned her attention back to her holodisk. She placed it back in it's slot and covered her secret hiding place. " I wish you were here, Anakin." she sighed, looking at the door that lead to her student's room. "You'd know what to do with him."