Apprentice Found

Ahsoka, Jinx, O'mer and one of Ahsoka's close friends are traveling to Wasskah to make sure there are no surviving Padawans. While the other's remain sure there are not, Ahsoka has a nagging feeling there may not be as much truth about the moon as she thinks there is.

Age: 14-15
Padawan/Knight/Master: Padawan
Appearance:Orange skin with white face markings, lekku and montrials, crystal blue eyes.
Clothes: Dark red, sleeveless, turtle neck dress, gray tights with dimond cutouts on the sides, dark red, knee high boots with matching gloves.
Lightsaber: Green main 'saber, yellow-ish green shoto.
Padawan/Master: Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano leaned her throbbing head against the cool metal of the Twilight, soothing her skull. Returning to Wasskah was the least thing she wanted to do now, and the fact remained her head still hurt from her last incounter with the Trandoshons. The medical report files she had literally forced the droid to not show her Master were proof that one of her montrial bones had been cracked.

((I'm just going to roleplay Jinx for a little while))

Age: 13
Youngling/Padawan/Knight/Master: Youngling
Appearance: blue/green skin, lekku, red eyes.
Clothes: Brown, short sleeved tunic and pants, knee high boots.
Lightsaber: None.
Master/Padawan: None.

Jinx paced restlessly as the Twilight neared Wasskah. He hated that he was going back to the moon where he had been held captive for months. Sure, the trandoshans were dead, but he knew he wouldn't rest until they were back at the Jedi Temple again. He glanced at Ahsoka, who was sitting nearby. "Are you alright?" he asked. From the pilot seat, Anakin looked curiously back to hear her answer.

Ahsoka spun her head around, immediately regreting it as a mistake. She nashed the teeth behind her pain-twisted lips and took a deep breath. "I'm fine." She replied, hearing Anakin sigh with a bit of unbelieving relief. She felt her stomach flip at the thought of possibly finding Kalifa's body. Perhaps giving her a proper Jedi funeral would clear her conscious? Ahsoka blew out a breath and placed her head in her hands. Yeah, maybe that will do.

Jinx didn't believe her, but let it slide. "I really don't know if we're going to find any survivors," he said. "We hadn't run into any for months, but maybe they were on the other side of the moon. I'd say our best bet is to go back to the Trandoshan fortress. They probably kept records," ( or heads, he added silently) "of all the prey they released and killed. "

Ahsoka's heart thumped faster as she felt that old familiar jerk of coming out of hyperspace. Using the Force to contain the pain within her being, the throbbing in her head slowly came to a numb pulsing. She stood up and quickly switched from her place in the back to the co-pilot's seat. She wrapped her palms around the co-steering mechanism and readied for any possble attacks from nearby poacher ships. Surprisingly, there were none to behold. "Guess you scared them off," Anakin commented.