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An: The snippets turned full story...
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I have a very strange Master (Star Wars/SI) EPI-EPII
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HERE IS THE PDF VERSION UP TO CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR:
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An: The snippets turned full story since the idea caught me. This is Star Wars Clone Wars with self-insert, BUT the view point isn't that of the SI itself. This is going to be so much fun.
The temperature within the temple's grounds was on the best day lukewarm, and on the worst day stifling hot. Coruscant was the prime city not just of the world, but of the Galaxy at large. It was the capital-world of the Republic, the seat of the Senate, and the planet where the Jedi Order had its temple.
The atmosphere was also, for the most part, controlled by electronic regulators to ensure a constant mildness to the heat. Maybe that was what annoyed Ahsoka the most, if she actually had to be annoyed of something.
It felt like being beneath the air conditioner constantly and at all times, and while it was truly a minor thing, it was either that giving her discomfort, or something else.
It couldn't be nervousness, no, clearly, that was out of the question. Even as she walked towards the grounds where her Master waited, she decided to herself that it wasn't hesitation, or nervousness, that clouded her thoughts.
She had been so eager to finally start training as a Padawan -she was the youngest one to date, wasn't she? Maybe she should check. Such a record deserved recognition, did it not?
However, even if it did, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
"Clouded, your thoughts are," Master Yoda remarked from her side, the small green male of a species that didn't even have a name walked with a sure gait, even with his diminutive size. He always looked calm and at peace, but that was either due to the wisdom of his age, or the incredible number of things he had seen that kept him calm even in front of the inexplicable. "Ask of me, something you wish?"
Ahsoka wasn't known for hesitation. She had been reprimanded more than once because she was impulsive, hot-headed, rash, prone to action rather than thought and verbally outspoken more often than not. She knew what was right -or at least thought so- and thus had no qualms in saying it aloud. Yet the stifling air of the grounds were chaffing her throat, as whatever wrongness she felt seemed to seep through her vocal chords, keeping her from speaking outright.
"I-Nothing, Master Yoda," Ahsoka said.
Master Yoda raised a singular eyebrow towards her, and hummed with his 'I know you are hiding something, you silly Padawan, and trying to hide something from me is futile at best, and stupid at worst' hum, before inclining his head slightly to the side and half-closing his eyes, stopping his walk.
Ahsoka stopped soon after, her legs somehow more than glad to stop from heading to the grounds, as if whatever wrongness was there could be stopped from happening if she just didn't go.
"Fear you have," Master Yoda said in the end. "Nothing to fear there is. Why then, fear do you?"
"I-I don't know," Ahsoka acquiesced. "I just..." she brought a hand to the center of her chest, and clenched it like a fist. "I just feel it."
"Many a padawan," Master Yoda said. "Fear they do, when first their master meet. Nervousness, hesitation, fear of betraying expectations, many such a thing they have. Your master, his name you do not know. Fear not, however, for of you, he knows all."
Ahsoka blinked. Wait, what did Master Yoda just say? That was just...kind of creepy. And not in the good way. On one side, if he -or she- did know about her strengths and -admittedly very little- lacking, then she didn't need to worry on making a poor figure. On the other hand...that was just creepy. Why didn't he even pop up once to say 'hi' or something similar? Just...no, it was all types of creepy. But maybe Master Yoda meant it as a 'he looked through the datapads of potential Padawans', and that made way more sense than what her mind was thinking.
Yet the wrongness didn't abide.
Master Yoda's right ear twitched slightly. "Fear you still have," Yoda said and dreadfully sighed. "Worry, truly you shouldn't."
"It's just...I don't know anything about him," Ahsoka said.
"There is no ignorance," Master Yoda said with a knowing nod. "There is knowledge."
"And when there's no knowledge?" Ahsoka asked, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"A Jedi master, he is, what a Jedi master is, you should know," Master Yoda acquiesced. "Knowledge, that is."
That...that did calm Ahsoka down. Wrong gut feeling or not, being a Padawan wasn't a one way road. She had to agree to it after meeting with her Master, and she had to go through a twenty-four hour meditation following it. At any moment, she could be free from it. She wasn't forced to be the Jedi Master's Padawan any more than the Jedi Master was forced to have her as a Padawan. Somehow, the notion had slipped her mind until then.
She could refuse.
But refusing without at least trying wasn't the way of the Jedi. She wasn't going to back down out of an uneasy sense of nervousness.
Surer than before, Ahsoka nodded to herself first, and then bowed to Master Yoda.
"I understand, Master Yoda. I'm sorry."
"Worry not, you should, Padawan," Master Yoda said with a hum as he began to walk once more, Ahsoka following him. "Much to learn you still have. Much teaching, your Master will do gladly."
The walk through the temple's grounds finished in front of a small building with a basic door that slid open with a soft hiss, to reveal a perfectly ordained sand garden. Standing atop a single rock at the center of the garden was a man in his mid twenties, with dark hair, a slightly round face and a small goatee on his chin. He seemed deeply in meditation, and the feeling of wrongness that Ahsoka felt intensified at his sight.
The man quietly slid off the rock and stepped on the sand, before walking towards them, leaving the garden untouched with his steps. Ahsoka had goosebumps on her skin. She was used to the Jedi's serenity and peaceful walk, but this felt like the sky inches away from giving way to a powerful thunderstorm. There was this sort of tension in the air that seemed ready to rip and shatter within a single instant.
Then the man opened his eyes, and a small smile settled on his lips.
"Hello there."
The tension broke. The voice was kind-of raucous, with a pronounced 'r' that seemed off in regards to the rest of his pronunciation. His arms rested in the sleeves of his long robes, and now that he was closer, he even looked kind of pudgy.
And he was tall. Well, not tall-tall, but he was taller than her. Master Yoda didn't count for a comparison.
The Jedi Master bowed to Master Yoda, and then turned towards Ahsoka.
She faltered for a bit, before quickly bowing down and standing back up straight. "P-Padawan Tano! Well, yeah. That's my name. It's a pleas-no, I'm honored to meet you, Master."
"Padawan Tano," he replied with a chuckle. "I take it your nervousness is now eased?"
Ahsoka's eyes widened briefly, before narrowing. "Hey! How do you know that?"
Master Yoda sighed. "Alone, I shall leave you. What you wish, decide. Later, to me you shall tell."
The diminutive alien walked away, leaving Ahsoka alone with her hopefully future-Master.
The silence soon became awkward.
"Uh..." Ahsoka broke the silence glancing around, "So...what's with the name secrecy?"
The man shrugged, and as he did, Ahsoka couldn't help but remember all those lessons about how shrugging was not an appropriate answer to give in any contest for a would-be Jedi.
She was starting to like this guy.
"Well," he remarked, "I didn't want a ruckus with the other Jedi Master."
That got her curious, and she raised an eyebrow. "Why? I know I'm young for a Padawan, but I'm not the youngest, am I?"
"There were talks of having you apprenticed to Skywalker, Kenobi's apprentice," the man replied. "Had my name been public, I would have faced with no doubts Kenobi's insistence on dropping the issue."
Ahsoka couldn't help but grin. "Woah, I didn't know Jedi Master would fight over who gets which padawan."
"It doesn't normally happen," the man replied, "And in fact, it is not much of a fight, and more of an incessant nagging. We value who could teach the student better, not who could earn the most shine out of the best student. Frankly speaking, it is more a mark of merit to take the worst Padawan and turn him into the best knight, than to take the best Padawan and let him become what he is naturally going to become."
Ahsoka frowned at that. "Wait. So what am I? The worst Padawan!?"
The man chuckled, and shook his head. "You are 'A' Padawan. Neither the best, nor the worst. The reason Master Kenobi wished for you to be apprenticed under his own apprentice is because his apprentice suffers from the same problems that you do."
Ahsoka was starting to dislike this guy. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, and crossed her arms tightly in front of her chest.
"Everyone has faults," he continued. "You shouldn't worry about it. I spoke with Master Yoda, and he decided I could teach you better than Skywalker could. Thus, here we are." As he spoke, he gestured around to the sand garden. "Of course," he continued, "Should you rather prefer 'Skywalker' to me, you have but to say so. I won't stop you," he sighed, and shook his head.
"No, no," Ahsoka said hurriedly, hands flailing around in a 'no way' motion. "It's fine, you're fine! Oh damn I'm embarrassing myself ain't I? Drats-ahem, I'm the new Padawan Learner, I'm Ahsoka Tano," she said, making a proper bow. "I will be in your care, Master."
"Very well," the man replied with a chuckle. "Then I shall teach you and guide you along the path, Padawan Tano. I am Master Night Shade."
"Night...Shade?" Ahsoka hazarded with at twitch in her right eyebrow. Was the man serious? That...that was...was that even a name?
"You may call me Master Shade," he added.
"M-Master, pardon me for asking, b-but..."
"My mother was very fond of the nightshade," he acquiesced with a sigh. "You may laugh if you wish, Padawan. I will not stop you."
Ahsoka's shoulders twitched as she brought a hand up to her mouth, trying to hide her grin spreading.
"N-No, M-Master S-Shade, that's-that's not...ah...well...ahah...if you say I can..."
She laughed, before shaking her head and clearing her thoughts.
Her Master nodded to her outburst, and then chuckled. "I see you already have a lightsaber," he said. "That is good. Have you traveled to Ilum?"
"No, Master," Ahsoka said. "I built it with Master Yoda here in the temple. With the war going on, it would be dangerous to head over to Ilum."
He nodded. "Then, head over to the Rotunda Chapel to meditate and attune with the force, Padawan. I shall wait for you in front of the Council's Chambers to report." He sighed once more. "Take your time attuning with the force, Padawan. Whether I have to wait minutes or hours matters not to me, as long as you do what I ask properly."
With that said, he began to walk out of the sand garden, and she followed him with a snicker still in her throat.
Loving a plant or not, who would ever call their son 'night' just to go with the surname 'shade'? Seriously, that was beyond laughable. It was outright hilarious.
If Master Yoda had told her that before, she'd have broken up in laughing fits and giggles from the very beginning, rather than being nervous about it.
Yes, in the end, she knew this was going to be great.
She was going to prove she was the very best, and nothing would stop her from doing that. 'Small faults' or not, she was going to become the youngest knight, and then youngest master, in the history of the temple.
Author's Notes
...I really liked the concept of the snippets. And I never wrote a different Pov SI.
Here you have it.
There shouldn't be anything sad, angsty, or despair-filled in this story, actually.
Seriously. No, like, really seriously.
File.
An: The snippets turned full story since the idea caught me. This is Star Wars Clone Wars with self-insert, BUT the view point isn't that of the SI itself. This is going to be so much fun.
The temperature within the temple's grounds was on the best day lukewarm, and on the worst day stifling hot. Coruscant was the prime city not just of the world, but of the Galaxy at large. It was the capital-world of the Republic, the seat of the Senate, and the planet where the Jedi Order had its temple.
The atmosphere was also, for the most part, controlled by electronic regulators to ensure a constant mildness to the heat. Maybe that was what annoyed Ahsoka the most, if she actually had to be annoyed of something.
It felt like being beneath the air conditioner constantly and at all times, and while it was truly a minor thing, it was either that giving her discomfort, or something else.
It couldn't be nervousness, no, clearly, that was out of the question. Even as she walked towards the grounds where her Master waited, she decided to herself that it wasn't hesitation, or nervousness, that clouded her thoughts.
She had been so eager to finally start training as a Padawan -she was the youngest one to date, wasn't she? Maybe she should check. Such a record deserved recognition, did it not?
However, even if it did, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
"Clouded, your thoughts are," Master Yoda remarked from her side, the small green male of a species that didn't even have a name walked with a sure gait, even with his diminutive size. He always looked calm and at peace, but that was either due to the wisdom of his age, or the incredible number of things he had seen that kept him calm even in front of the inexplicable. "Ask of me, something you wish?"
Ahsoka wasn't known for hesitation. She had been reprimanded more than once because she was impulsive, hot-headed, rash, prone to action rather than thought and verbally outspoken more often than not. She knew what was right -or at least thought so- and thus had no qualms in saying it aloud. Yet the stifling air of the grounds were chaffing her throat, as whatever wrongness she felt seemed to seep through her vocal chords, keeping her from speaking outright.
"I-Nothing, Master Yoda," Ahsoka said.
Master Yoda raised a singular eyebrow towards her, and hummed with his 'I know you are hiding something, you silly Padawan, and trying to hide something from me is futile at best, and stupid at worst' hum, before inclining his head slightly to the side and half-closing his eyes, stopping his walk.
Ahsoka stopped soon after, her legs somehow more than glad to stop from heading to the grounds, as if whatever wrongness was there could be stopped from happening if she just didn't go.
"Fear you have," Master Yoda said in the end. "Nothing to fear there is. Why then, fear do you?"
"I-I don't know," Ahsoka acquiesced. "I just..." she brought a hand to the center of her chest, and clenched it like a fist. "I just feel it."
"Many a padawan," Master Yoda said. "Fear they do, when first their master meet. Nervousness, hesitation, fear of betraying expectations, many such a thing they have. Your master, his name you do not know. Fear not, however, for of you, he knows all."
Ahsoka blinked. Wait, what did Master Yoda just say? That was just...kind of creepy. And not in the good way. On one side, if he -or she- did know about her strengths and -admittedly very little- lacking, then she didn't need to worry on making a poor figure. On the other hand...that was just creepy. Why didn't he even pop up once to say 'hi' or something similar? Just...no, it was all types of creepy. But maybe Master Yoda meant it as a 'he looked through the datapads of potential Padawans', and that made way more sense than what her mind was thinking.
Yet the wrongness didn't abide.
Master Yoda's right ear twitched slightly. "Fear you still have," Yoda said and dreadfully sighed. "Worry, truly you shouldn't."
"It's just...I don't know anything about him," Ahsoka said.
"There is no ignorance," Master Yoda said with a knowing nod. "There is knowledge."
"And when there's no knowledge?" Ahsoka asked, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"A Jedi master, he is, what a Jedi master is, you should know," Master Yoda acquiesced. "Knowledge, that is."
That...that did calm Ahsoka down. Wrong gut feeling or not, being a Padawan wasn't a one way road. She had to agree to it after meeting with her Master, and she had to go through a twenty-four hour meditation following it. At any moment, she could be free from it. She wasn't forced to be the Jedi Master's Padawan any more than the Jedi Master was forced to have her as a Padawan. Somehow, the notion had slipped her mind until then.
She could refuse.
But refusing without at least trying wasn't the way of the Jedi. She wasn't going to back down out of an uneasy sense of nervousness.
Surer than before, Ahsoka nodded to herself first, and then bowed to Master Yoda.
"I understand, Master Yoda. I'm sorry."
"Worry not, you should, Padawan," Master Yoda said with a hum as he began to walk once more, Ahsoka following him. "Much to learn you still have. Much teaching, your Master will do gladly."
The walk through the temple's grounds finished in front of a small building with a basic door that slid open with a soft hiss, to reveal a perfectly ordained sand garden. Standing atop a single rock at the center of the garden was a man in his mid twenties, with dark hair, a slightly round face and a small goatee on his chin. He seemed deeply in meditation, and the feeling of wrongness that Ahsoka felt intensified at his sight.
The man quietly slid off the rock and stepped on the sand, before walking towards them, leaving the garden untouched with his steps. Ahsoka had goosebumps on her skin. She was used to the Jedi's serenity and peaceful walk, but this felt like the sky inches away from giving way to a powerful thunderstorm. There was this sort of tension in the air that seemed ready to rip and shatter within a single instant.
Then the man opened his eyes, and a small smile settled on his lips.
"Hello there."
The tension broke. The voice was kind-of raucous, with a pronounced 'r' that seemed off in regards to the rest of his pronunciation. His arms rested in the sleeves of his long robes, and now that he was closer, he even looked kind of pudgy.
And he was tall. Well, not tall-tall, but he was taller than her. Master Yoda didn't count for a comparison.
The Jedi Master bowed to Master Yoda, and then turned towards Ahsoka.
She faltered for a bit, before quickly bowing down and standing back up straight. "P-Padawan Tano! Well, yeah. That's my name. It's a pleas-no, I'm honored to meet you, Master."
"Padawan Tano," he replied with a chuckle. "I take it your nervousness is now eased?"
Ahsoka's eyes widened briefly, before narrowing. "Hey! How do you know that?"
Master Yoda sighed. "Alone, I shall leave you. What you wish, decide. Later, to me you shall tell."
The diminutive alien walked away, leaving Ahsoka alone with her hopefully future-Master.
The silence soon became awkward.
"Uh..." Ahsoka broke the silence glancing around, "So...what's with the name secrecy?"
The man shrugged, and as he did, Ahsoka couldn't help but remember all those lessons about how shrugging was not an appropriate answer to give in any contest for a would-be Jedi.
She was starting to like this guy.
"Well," he remarked, "I didn't want a ruckus with the other Jedi Master."
That got her curious, and she raised an eyebrow. "Why? I know I'm young for a Padawan, but I'm not the youngest, am I?"
"There were talks of having you apprenticed to Skywalker, Kenobi's apprentice," the man replied. "Had my name been public, I would have faced with no doubts Kenobi's insistence on dropping the issue."
Ahsoka couldn't help but grin. "Woah, I didn't know Jedi Master would fight over who gets which padawan."
"It doesn't normally happen," the man replied, "And in fact, it is not much of a fight, and more of an incessant nagging. We value who could teach the student better, not who could earn the most shine out of the best student. Frankly speaking, it is more a mark of merit to take the worst Padawan and turn him into the best knight, than to take the best Padawan and let him become what he is naturally going to become."
Ahsoka frowned at that. "Wait. So what am I? The worst Padawan!?"
The man chuckled, and shook his head. "You are 'A' Padawan. Neither the best, nor the worst. The reason Master Kenobi wished for you to be apprenticed under his own apprentice is because his apprentice suffers from the same problems that you do."
Ahsoka was starting to dislike this guy. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, and crossed her arms tightly in front of her chest.
"Everyone has faults," he continued. "You shouldn't worry about it. I spoke with Master Yoda, and he decided I could teach you better than Skywalker could. Thus, here we are." As he spoke, he gestured around to the sand garden. "Of course," he continued, "Should you rather prefer 'Skywalker' to me, you have but to say so. I won't stop you," he sighed, and shook his head.
"No, no," Ahsoka said hurriedly, hands flailing around in a 'no way' motion. "It's fine, you're fine! Oh damn I'm embarrassing myself ain't I? Drats-ahem, I'm the new Padawan Learner, I'm Ahsoka Tano," she said, making a proper bow. "I will be in your care, Master."
"Very well," the man replied with a chuckle. "Then I shall teach you and guide you along the path, Padawan Tano. I am Master Night Shade."
"Night...Shade?" Ahsoka hazarded with at twitch in her right eyebrow. Was the man serious? That...that was...was that even a name?
"You may call me Master Shade," he added.
"M-Master, pardon me for asking, b-but..."
"My mother was very fond of the nightshade," he acquiesced with a sigh. "You may laugh if you wish, Padawan. I will not stop you."
Ahsoka's shoulders twitched as she brought a hand up to her mouth, trying to hide her grin spreading.
"N-No, M-Master S-Shade, that's-that's not...ah...well...ahah...if you say I can..."
She laughed, before shaking her head and clearing her thoughts.
Her Master nodded to her outburst, and then chuckled. "I see you already have a lightsaber," he said. "That is good. Have you traveled to Ilum?"
"No, Master," Ahsoka said. "I built it with Master Yoda here in the temple. With the war going on, it would be dangerous to head over to Ilum."
He nodded. "Then, head over to the Rotunda Chapel to meditate and attune with the force, Padawan. I shall wait for you in front of the Council's Chambers to report." He sighed once more. "Take your time attuning with the force, Padawan. Whether I have to wait minutes or hours matters not to me, as long as you do what I ask properly."
With that said, he began to walk out of the sand garden, and she followed him with a snicker still in her throat.
Loving a plant or not, who would ever call their son 'night' just to go with the surname 'shade'? Seriously, that was beyond laughable. It was outright hilarious.
If Master Yoda had told her that before, she'd have broken up in laughing fits and giggles from the very beginning, rather than being nervous about it.
Yes, in the end, she knew this was going to be great.
She was going to prove she was the very best, and nothing would stop her from doing that. 'Small faults' or not, she was going to become the youngest knight, and then youngest master, in the history of the temple.
Author's Notes
...I really liked the concept of the snippets. And I never wrote a different Pov SI.
Here you have it.
There shouldn't be anything sad, angsty, or despair-filled in this story, actually.
Seriously. No, like, really seriously.
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Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
I wonder if his lessons will smack the stupid out of Anakin...
Hypopheralcus
Lazy Fox / Lurker
- Location
- Germany
There is no emotion, there is despair.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is suffering.
There is no death, there is the Angst.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is suffering.
There is no death, there is the Angst.
An SI without the perspective of the SI itself, but a second hand account to show both the traits of the character which is viewing and the SI, as unexplainable behaviour and strangeness gradually are shown to the second character, making it so that the SI is forced to either lie about his origins once more or have his mind torn apart by the people that he trusted for what he knows? While the second character recounts the exploits and flaws of the SI?
Do go on.
Do go on.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
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Since he's Jedi, not Sith, I would say he is lighter.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
?
I don't think so. Mind you, I might have read, forgotten about it, and suddenly 'bam' it came to life as a subconscious desire to see it turned into reality. But I actually first wrote it as a Snippet in my corner of Angst and Death as a way to write a one-shot of a POV shift experiment, with Shade -who in Bond Breaker ended up a sort of Sith, hence it would be fun to see him/me as a Jedi- and so forth.
Sometimes it happens to me too. I think 'Oh, such a story would be great if it turned into a fanfiction!' and bam, next week there's someone writing a fic just like that.
...
This happened to me once before too, but that was mostly because I wrote a fic that had Naruto, Anko and Itachi in the same team since I made Naruto older. Truth was, if you make Naruto older and don't want to saddle him with OC, the only other known shinobi who were Genin at that age are Anko and Itachi.
This looks promising, although I initially was under the impression that Yoda was going to train the girl, and was like "where did the SI go?". Then I thought that you might actually BE Yoda, but the speech patterns and the fact that your SI personality would get bored trying to be so continuously wise eventually brought be around to the correct conclusion.
- Location
- The Netherlands
It was a few months ago, I posted a TCW SI idea and then semi related speculation about a non-SI POV within an hour of each other. (my SI would have been Obi-Wan's padawan and Ahsoka's counterpart and the POV speculation was in regards to Yoda)
I'm still toying with the idea of actually trying to write it, so I'm really interested in seeing how you'll go about this.
Chapter Two
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Two
Ahsoka settled on the soft mattress in the Jedi Chapel, where initiates would meditate before becoming fully-fledged Padawans. She hadn't thought about staying more than a few minutes, but since the words of her would-be Master rung in her mind still fresh, she decided to amuse him and concentrate deeply on the issue.
Her breathing evened out as she hesitantly began to feel the things around her. They were taught as initiates the rudimentary feeling of the Force, and how to start considering it another sense. Masters would then impart more knowledge, but until then, they made do with meditation and what little they had been taught as children.
She slipped into a state of meditation without even realizing it, and with the natural feeling of peace that came with it, she began to expand her sense. Her mind wandered to her fellow initiates of the Clawmouse clan, and then to the hallways filled with Jedi Padawans, knights, and masters. She briefly thought about Master Yoda, who was probably meditating in his chambers or talking with the boring High Council of High Council matters. Her mind finally drifted to her soon-to-be master, who was waiting for her in front of the Council's doors.
She briefly walked in her mind through an imaginary temple towards him, already playing in her head how it would go. They'd meet, he'd gesture for her to walk by his side, and then they'd step into the High Council chambers where they'd swear their vows to uphold the Republic, the Jedi Council and the Jedi Code's laws. Then, she'd be free to leave the Temple Grounds and travel with her master across the galaxy, righting wrongs, setting things straight, fighting off the Trade Republic, bringing peace back to the land and having a very good time learning how to become a strong Jedi Knight.
As her mind wandered, a thought crossed it, a very silly, and very stupid thought brought up from the hearsay of the classical Master-Student bond whispers. Some people said it allowed a Jedi to know where another one was at all times, no matter the distance, and another whisper said it could be used to communicate. Ahsoka hadn't really bothered with hearsay. 'There is no ignorance, there is knowledge' meant more than just a 'Don't be stupid, learn' thing. It also meant to seek out for yourself the answers, rather than be content with what little you knew. It also meant to think about what little you knew to try to come up with a solution, but that was beyond the point.
Yet, in the edge of her mind, she thought back to her soon-to-be master's face. Something had felt off, but it took her a moment to understand what. When she had asked him how he had known she was nervous, he hadn't answered.
Now wasn't that sneaky!
Maybe he had 'felt a disturbance in the force'? Or maybe she had been right and he had some sort of ultra-creepy stalking power that allowed him to view anything he wanted?
Now, that was dumb even for her.
It wasn't as if he had seen every second of her life on a big screen and drew his conclusions from there, right? That was impossible.
The Force kind of seemed to chuckle with her, if the Force could chuckle, of course.
No, wait. Someone was chuckling. No, it was less chuckling, and more amusement. Quite vivid amusement. Someone was very amused. And whoever was very amused was nearby. Ahsoka frowned as she felt her concentration slip, and whoever was amused seemed to be going further away. She began to stretch out, trying to find who, exactly, was chuckling...but it slipped through her fingers, and disappeared into nothingness. Ahsoka broke out of her meditation kind-of frustrated at her failure, but soon calmed down.
"There is no emotion, there is peace," she mumbled as a mantra as she quickly stood and checked the time on a nearby digital holo-clock. A few hours had passed.
She blinked.
A few hours had passed.
She had left her master alone in front of the council chambers for a few hours.
She hadn't meant to take a few hours!
As she began to rush towards the council's chambers, the 'amusement' she had felt before returned, and this time, it made her giddy. She was grinning as she turned a corner, and ended up slamming against a young Jedi knight, who barely managed to avoid falling down by twisting out of her way.
"Sorry!" Ahsoka shouted out, not halting her rush. "I'm late!"
"Watch where you're going!" the young man yelled, a hand raised, before returning to muttering about how 'Obi-Wan' should stop treating him like a kid.
Ahsoka caught her breath just before rounding the corner to the Council Chambers. Her breathing even and her heart only slightly sped up, she walked into view of her Master waiting in front of the Council Chambers. His eyes were closed and his back was resting against the wall, but he opened his eyes and turned his head to meet her gaze. Separating from the wall, he yawned briefly and walked forth. "Well, Padawan, have you meditated?"
Ahsoka nodded. "Yes, Master," she grinned. "I'm ready for this."
"Then we can head inside, the Council is waiting for us," Master Shade said, an amused smile on his face.
Ahsoka paled slightly, taking a step back. Her master couldn't have possibly made the Council wait on purpose, could he?
"I knew how long it would take," her Master replied. "Worry not, Padawan."
With a gentle push of the hand, the doors to the High Council slid open with a soft hiss, and her master stepped inside with the sure gait of someone allowed inside. She followed, slightly hesitant, and came face to face with the high members of the Council.
Once the pledge was made, Ahsoka ended up literally skipping on her way out of the chambers with a bright, wide smile on her face. She even made a small pirouette as she chuckled, looking up at her Master who instead seemed to be simply contemplating, probably on what to do next.
"Well Master, what now?" Ahsoka asked. "Are we going to face off the might of the Trade Federation?"
"In a way," Master Shade said. "We will be heading to Dantooine, Padawan."
Ahsoka blinked. "Dantooine?" she frowned. "Wait. Isn't Dantooine in Separatist space?"
Master Shade nodded. "Indeed it is, Padawan. We will be heading to Dantooine together with Master Windu, who leads the System Army Alpha, and his one hundred eighty-seventh legion."
"I-Well-Are you sure, Master?" Ahsoka asked. "Will we have to fight?"
Master Shade raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one eager to prove yourself, Padawan?"
Well, yes, she was. But one thing was to wish to prove oneself, another was to outright go into a battle zone without even a small amount of training!
"You shouldn't worry yourself, Padawan," Master Shade added. "Dantooine is for the most part peaceful. To date, there have been no sightings of the Separatist army, and we are mainly heading there as a precaution."
"A precaution for what?" Ahsoka asked.
"That is beyond your rank to know," Master Shade sighed, "but if it can console you, I will do the utmost to keep you out of the worst."
Ahsoka frowned. "I don't need to be babied."
"And I won't baby you," Master Shade remarked with surprising speed, as if he expected her to say that. "Mark my words, Padawan. I know what you're capable of, I know what you can do, and what you won't do. I will never ask you to do something you do not wish to do, but I ask that you do not take my words as if they were a constant slap to your face," here, he chuckled. "There is no need to birth strife where there is none, Padawan."
He gestured her closer with his right hand, and as she neared, his words still lingering in her head, he proceeded to flick her forehead hard enough to make her wince and stumble backwards.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, probably looking pissed all the while, "What was that for?!"
"From where I come from, it is used as a way to ensure one learns his lessons," her master said with a knowing nod. "Whenever you're in doubt, think back to the time I flicked your forehead. Now go prepare your things, we leave tomorrow."
Mumbling a 'that's stupid', Ahsoka walked off. 'There is no need to birth strife where there is none' still lingered in her head, but this time, it felt kind of strange.
Thinking back, Ahsoka exhaled. Her Master hadn't told he would spare her from the dangers. He had said he'd shield her from the worst. And if she took his words as they were meant to be taken, then it meant he'd take care of what she wouldn't be able to handle. She'd just have to trust him on that, and he'd have to...gauge her abilities to understand what she could and could not face?
Ahsoka shook her head. She hadn't meant to 'birth strife'-or whatever. She just wanted to make it clear she wasn't some damsel in distress type, but a Jedi. A Jedi Padawan, but still a Jedi.
Had it been because she had showed doubt about going outright on a mission? But hadn't that been her desire? Even if it had been, and even if her master had somehow known that, it still didn't mean she wasn't scared about it.
The thought that her Master would protect her from the worst came creeping back in her mind. Well, if he did, then she had nothing to fear, right? But her Master was young-and if he was a young master, then he had to be strong, right? She'd be fine.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
As Ahsoka packed her admittedly few things -really, her robes, the spare change of robes, the spare change of underwear, the toiletries, and...nothing else, because Jedi didn't travel with anything else, nor had anything else, unless the Order gave it to them, she sat down on her bed and sighed. Her stomach grumbled. She looked at the clock, and scampered to her feet. It was dinner time, and if she dallied around, she was going to miss it.
As a Togruta, she was a carnivore. She was an obligatory carnivore, not one of those 'I wish to only eat meat' types. She really couldn't eat anything that wasn't meat, or its basic components anyway. She couldn't stomach lettuce, or tomatoes, or...well, just about anything that wasn't in her carnivore-approved diet. The Jedi order was more than capable of handing out different types of meals for different types of needs, but she hadn't believed it was possible to make a meal as unappetizing as it was possible for the order's kitchens without a truly malicious intent behind it.
Yet, the Jedi cooks had turned the making of food bland and tasteless into an art form, and had brought it to the most sublime of heights. It was so bland that if you ate a meat dinner or a vegetable dinner or a whatever-dinner it had the same taste. The only difference was the color. Seriously, meat-dinner was red, and vegetarian dinner was green, and fish dinner was blue, and she wondered if they did it on purpose with the colors or if there was something going on in the kitchens and sometimes they enjoyed swapping the trays out to see if anyone would notice.
Well, nobody did and nobody died, but really...the slob was the slob.
Such a fate happened also to the Knights and to the Masters, but they could at least leave the temple's grounds -and she was sure that when they did, they ended up ransacking the food stores nearby and eating their fill, the lucky bastards.
By happenstance, or by sheer luck, there was a free seat right in front of her Master. He seemed to be pondering the mysteries of 'The Slob' too, and his was colored with a cream-color. It meant Omnivore, then again he was a human.
"So, Master," Ahsoka said, "Are you pondering the mysteries of the Slob?"
"I have been eating this for way longer than you have lived," Master Shade replied playfully, "I no longer ponder. I know the secrets of the Slob, the hidden treacherous truths behind it, and I hold over it absolute mastery."
He hung his head down a moment later, "And unfortunately, I cannot make the council budge over it. I swear they take a particular love in pointing out how 'passion' could stem from even the most basic of pleasures like food."
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "You can leave the grounds behind whenever you want, Master. You cannot tell me you regularly submit yourself to this torture out of your own will."
Here, her Master gave off a small smile. "I've never eaten out of the temple's ground to satisfy my desire for food with taste, Padawan, unless I can buy the same meal for every other Padawan, and convince the Council to let them taste it. It just wouldn't be fair for them. It must be an 'all or nothing' thing. Do, or do not, as Master Yoda is fond of saying."
"I...I kind of see your point, Master," Ahsoka said. Well, she did understand it. She hadn't thought about how unfair it would be for the others. Yet, another thing caught her attention in her master's words. "You're on the council then, Master?" Ahsoka asked.
"Nope," Master Shade replied. "We just speak routinely about everything and nothing."
"It's something beyond my rank to know?" Ahsoka hazarded with a small smile.
Master Shade simply nodded. "On the other hand, council matters are utterly trite and boring. When they're not facing off the dreadful end of the month bills, they're bickering over who gets to use the training grounds first among the clans, and how to do so in order to avoid showing favoritism to the clan they belong to. Seriously, they all do their best not to play favorites, it's like 'playing favorites' is the most taboo of things. They'd rather hit themselves with a shovel on a foot rather than be accused of favoritism."
Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "A-Are you sure? I mean, the Jedi Council is...we've been taught-"
"You must respect your master," Master Shade said. "This doesn't mean the Master isn't a living, breathing being. Never put a person on a pedestal, Padawan. We all have our faults, it's what makes us humans...well, it's the characteristic of living beings, humans or not. We make mistakes. We mustn't fear making mistakes, and we must understand from our mistakes." Master Shade looked down at his slob, and muttered something in a foreign language, that wasn't basic and that Ahsoka couldn't understand.
With a defeated attitude, Master Shade began to chew quickly through his Slob.
"If you eat it fast, you can imagine it actually has a taste," he remarked once he realized Ahsoka had stopped eating to stare at him in disbelief. "I personally imagine my food tasting like boiled chicken."
Nodding very, very slowly, Ahsoka gave off a nervous smile.
Her master was a bit on the mad side, but he wasn't a bad master and he looked pretty easy to get along with. She resumed eating after concentrating just a brief moment to try to recall what 'meat' tasted like. Well, it didn't work, and the Slob tasted like the Slob. But maybe, one day, she'd eat a steak. And then she'd be able to recall what a steak tasted like while eating the Slob.
A girl needed to have something to dream about after all.
AN: The Battle of Muunilist and of Dantooine are clearly previous to Ahsoka being named as Anakin Skywalker's Padawan. The rest of the battles do not, upon further notice, seem to have a chronological order. If someone instead does have a clear way of having a 'Timeline' of events of the Clone Wars, by all means, share it.
Ahsoka settled on the soft mattress in the Jedi Chapel, where initiates would meditate before becoming fully-fledged Padawans. She hadn't thought about staying more than a few minutes, but since the words of her would-be Master rung in her mind still fresh, she decided to amuse him and concentrate deeply on the issue.
Her breathing evened out as she hesitantly began to feel the things around her. They were taught as initiates the rudimentary feeling of the Force, and how to start considering it another sense. Masters would then impart more knowledge, but until then, they made do with meditation and what little they had been taught as children.
She slipped into a state of meditation without even realizing it, and with the natural feeling of peace that came with it, she began to expand her sense. Her mind wandered to her fellow initiates of the Clawmouse clan, and then to the hallways filled with Jedi Padawans, knights, and masters. She briefly thought about Master Yoda, who was probably meditating in his chambers or talking with the boring High Council of High Council matters. Her mind finally drifted to her soon-to-be master, who was waiting for her in front of the Council's doors.
She briefly walked in her mind through an imaginary temple towards him, already playing in her head how it would go. They'd meet, he'd gesture for her to walk by his side, and then they'd step into the High Council chambers where they'd swear their vows to uphold the Republic, the Jedi Council and the Jedi Code's laws. Then, she'd be free to leave the Temple Grounds and travel with her master across the galaxy, righting wrongs, setting things straight, fighting off the Trade Republic, bringing peace back to the land and having a very good time learning how to become a strong Jedi Knight.
As her mind wandered, a thought crossed it, a very silly, and very stupid thought brought up from the hearsay of the classical Master-Student bond whispers. Some people said it allowed a Jedi to know where another one was at all times, no matter the distance, and another whisper said it could be used to communicate. Ahsoka hadn't really bothered with hearsay. 'There is no ignorance, there is knowledge' meant more than just a 'Don't be stupid, learn' thing. It also meant to seek out for yourself the answers, rather than be content with what little you knew. It also meant to think about what little you knew to try to come up with a solution, but that was beyond the point.
Yet, in the edge of her mind, she thought back to her soon-to-be master's face. Something had felt off, but it took her a moment to understand what. When she had asked him how he had known she was nervous, he hadn't answered.
Now wasn't that sneaky!
Maybe he had 'felt a disturbance in the force'? Or maybe she had been right and he had some sort of ultra-creepy stalking power that allowed him to view anything he wanted?
Now, that was dumb even for her.
It wasn't as if he had seen every second of her life on a big screen and drew his conclusions from there, right? That was impossible.
The Force kind of seemed to chuckle with her, if the Force could chuckle, of course.
No, wait. Someone was chuckling. No, it was less chuckling, and more amusement. Quite vivid amusement. Someone was very amused. And whoever was very amused was nearby. Ahsoka frowned as she felt her concentration slip, and whoever was amused seemed to be going further away. She began to stretch out, trying to find who, exactly, was chuckling...but it slipped through her fingers, and disappeared into nothingness. Ahsoka broke out of her meditation kind-of frustrated at her failure, but soon calmed down.
"There is no emotion, there is peace," she mumbled as a mantra as she quickly stood and checked the time on a nearby digital holo-clock. A few hours had passed.
She blinked.
A few hours had passed.
She had left her master alone in front of the council chambers for a few hours.
She hadn't meant to take a few hours!
As she began to rush towards the council's chambers, the 'amusement' she had felt before returned, and this time, it made her giddy. She was grinning as she turned a corner, and ended up slamming against a young Jedi knight, who barely managed to avoid falling down by twisting out of her way.
"Sorry!" Ahsoka shouted out, not halting her rush. "I'm late!"
"Watch where you're going!" the young man yelled, a hand raised, before returning to muttering about how 'Obi-Wan' should stop treating him like a kid.
Ahsoka caught her breath just before rounding the corner to the Council Chambers. Her breathing even and her heart only slightly sped up, she walked into view of her Master waiting in front of the Council Chambers. His eyes were closed and his back was resting against the wall, but he opened his eyes and turned his head to meet her gaze. Separating from the wall, he yawned briefly and walked forth. "Well, Padawan, have you meditated?"
Ahsoka nodded. "Yes, Master," she grinned. "I'm ready for this."
"Then we can head inside, the Council is waiting for us," Master Shade said, an amused smile on his face.
Ahsoka paled slightly, taking a step back. Her master couldn't have possibly made the Council wait on purpose, could he?
"I knew how long it would take," her Master replied. "Worry not, Padawan."
With a gentle push of the hand, the doors to the High Council slid open with a soft hiss, and her master stepped inside with the sure gait of someone allowed inside. She followed, slightly hesitant, and came face to face with the high members of the Council.
Once the pledge was made, Ahsoka ended up literally skipping on her way out of the chambers with a bright, wide smile on her face. She even made a small pirouette as she chuckled, looking up at her Master who instead seemed to be simply contemplating, probably on what to do next.
"Well Master, what now?" Ahsoka asked. "Are we going to face off the might of the Trade Federation?"
"In a way," Master Shade said. "We will be heading to Dantooine, Padawan."
Ahsoka blinked. "Dantooine?" she frowned. "Wait. Isn't Dantooine in Separatist space?"
Master Shade nodded. "Indeed it is, Padawan. We will be heading to Dantooine together with Master Windu, who leads the System Army Alpha, and his one hundred eighty-seventh legion."
"I-Well-Are you sure, Master?" Ahsoka asked. "Will we have to fight?"
Master Shade raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one eager to prove yourself, Padawan?"
Well, yes, she was. But one thing was to wish to prove oneself, another was to outright go into a battle zone without even a small amount of training!
"You shouldn't worry yourself, Padawan," Master Shade added. "Dantooine is for the most part peaceful. To date, there have been no sightings of the Separatist army, and we are mainly heading there as a precaution."
"A precaution for what?" Ahsoka asked.
"That is beyond your rank to know," Master Shade sighed, "but if it can console you, I will do the utmost to keep you out of the worst."
Ahsoka frowned. "I don't need to be babied."
"And I won't baby you," Master Shade remarked with surprising speed, as if he expected her to say that. "Mark my words, Padawan. I know what you're capable of, I know what you can do, and what you won't do. I will never ask you to do something you do not wish to do, but I ask that you do not take my words as if they were a constant slap to your face," here, he chuckled. "There is no need to birth strife where there is none, Padawan."
He gestured her closer with his right hand, and as she neared, his words still lingering in her head, he proceeded to flick her forehead hard enough to make her wince and stumble backwards.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, probably looking pissed all the while, "What was that for?!"
"From where I come from, it is used as a way to ensure one learns his lessons," her master said with a knowing nod. "Whenever you're in doubt, think back to the time I flicked your forehead. Now go prepare your things, we leave tomorrow."
Mumbling a 'that's stupid', Ahsoka walked off. 'There is no need to birth strife where there is none' still lingered in her head, but this time, it felt kind of strange.
Thinking back, Ahsoka exhaled. Her Master hadn't told he would spare her from the dangers. He had said he'd shield her from the worst. And if she took his words as they were meant to be taken, then it meant he'd take care of what she wouldn't be able to handle. She'd just have to trust him on that, and he'd have to...gauge her abilities to understand what she could and could not face?
Ahsoka shook her head. She hadn't meant to 'birth strife'-or whatever. She just wanted to make it clear she wasn't some damsel in distress type, but a Jedi. A Jedi Padawan, but still a Jedi.
Had it been because she had showed doubt about going outright on a mission? But hadn't that been her desire? Even if it had been, and even if her master had somehow known that, it still didn't mean she wasn't scared about it.
The thought that her Master would protect her from the worst came creeping back in her mind. Well, if he did, then she had nothing to fear, right? But her Master was young-and if he was a young master, then he had to be strong, right? She'd be fine.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
As Ahsoka packed her admittedly few things -really, her robes, the spare change of robes, the spare change of underwear, the toiletries, and...nothing else, because Jedi didn't travel with anything else, nor had anything else, unless the Order gave it to them, she sat down on her bed and sighed. Her stomach grumbled. She looked at the clock, and scampered to her feet. It was dinner time, and if she dallied around, she was going to miss it.
As a Togruta, she was a carnivore. She was an obligatory carnivore, not one of those 'I wish to only eat meat' types. She really couldn't eat anything that wasn't meat, or its basic components anyway. She couldn't stomach lettuce, or tomatoes, or...well, just about anything that wasn't in her carnivore-approved diet. The Jedi order was more than capable of handing out different types of meals for different types of needs, but she hadn't believed it was possible to make a meal as unappetizing as it was possible for the order's kitchens without a truly malicious intent behind it.
Yet, the Jedi cooks had turned the making of food bland and tasteless into an art form, and had brought it to the most sublime of heights. It was so bland that if you ate a meat dinner or a vegetable dinner or a whatever-dinner it had the same taste. The only difference was the color. Seriously, meat-dinner was red, and vegetarian dinner was green, and fish dinner was blue, and she wondered if they did it on purpose with the colors or if there was something going on in the kitchens and sometimes they enjoyed swapping the trays out to see if anyone would notice.
Well, nobody did and nobody died, but really...the slob was the slob.
Such a fate happened also to the Knights and to the Masters, but they could at least leave the temple's grounds -and she was sure that when they did, they ended up ransacking the food stores nearby and eating their fill, the lucky bastards.
By happenstance, or by sheer luck, there was a free seat right in front of her Master. He seemed to be pondering the mysteries of 'The Slob' too, and his was colored with a cream-color. It meant Omnivore, then again he was a human.
"So, Master," Ahsoka said, "Are you pondering the mysteries of the Slob?"
"I have been eating this for way longer than you have lived," Master Shade replied playfully, "I no longer ponder. I know the secrets of the Slob, the hidden treacherous truths behind it, and I hold over it absolute mastery."
He hung his head down a moment later, "And unfortunately, I cannot make the council budge over it. I swear they take a particular love in pointing out how 'passion' could stem from even the most basic of pleasures like food."
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "You can leave the grounds behind whenever you want, Master. You cannot tell me you regularly submit yourself to this torture out of your own will."
Here, her Master gave off a small smile. "I've never eaten out of the temple's ground to satisfy my desire for food with taste, Padawan, unless I can buy the same meal for every other Padawan, and convince the Council to let them taste it. It just wouldn't be fair for them. It must be an 'all or nothing' thing. Do, or do not, as Master Yoda is fond of saying."
"I...I kind of see your point, Master," Ahsoka said. Well, she did understand it. She hadn't thought about how unfair it would be for the others. Yet, another thing caught her attention in her master's words. "You're on the council then, Master?" Ahsoka asked.
"Nope," Master Shade replied. "We just speak routinely about everything and nothing."
"It's something beyond my rank to know?" Ahsoka hazarded with a small smile.
Master Shade simply nodded. "On the other hand, council matters are utterly trite and boring. When they're not facing off the dreadful end of the month bills, they're bickering over who gets to use the training grounds first among the clans, and how to do so in order to avoid showing favoritism to the clan they belong to. Seriously, they all do their best not to play favorites, it's like 'playing favorites' is the most taboo of things. They'd rather hit themselves with a shovel on a foot rather than be accused of favoritism."
Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "A-Are you sure? I mean, the Jedi Council is...we've been taught-"
"You must respect your master," Master Shade said. "This doesn't mean the Master isn't a living, breathing being. Never put a person on a pedestal, Padawan. We all have our faults, it's what makes us humans...well, it's the characteristic of living beings, humans or not. We make mistakes. We mustn't fear making mistakes, and we must understand from our mistakes." Master Shade looked down at his slob, and muttered something in a foreign language, that wasn't basic and that Ahsoka couldn't understand.
With a defeated attitude, Master Shade began to chew quickly through his Slob.
"If you eat it fast, you can imagine it actually has a taste," he remarked once he realized Ahsoka had stopped eating to stare at him in disbelief. "I personally imagine my food tasting like boiled chicken."
Nodding very, very slowly, Ahsoka gave off a nervous smile.
Her master was a bit on the mad side, but he wasn't a bad master and he looked pretty easy to get along with. She resumed eating after concentrating just a brief moment to try to recall what 'meat' tasted like. Well, it didn't work, and the Slob tasted like the Slob. But maybe, one day, she'd eat a steak. And then she'd be able to recall what a steak tasted like while eating the Slob.
A girl needed to have something to dream about after all.
AN: The Battle of Muunilist and of Dantooine are clearly previous to Ahsoka being named as Anakin Skywalker's Padawan. The rest of the battles do not, upon further notice, seem to have a chronological order. If someone instead does have a clear way of having a 'Timeline' of events of the Clone Wars, by all means, share it.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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- He/Him
Or at least food that isn't something even the Ethiopians would find disgusting.
Leingod
Immaculate Blooming Lotus
It's not disgusting; it's just the blandest, most tasteless food imaginable. So it probably tastes like biting into styrofoam.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
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Just wait till the Sith learn how to make high-quality Italian coffee. Shade is doomed.
Oh c'mon, point of order. Ethiopian food is super delicious, and if you're referencing their famine stereotype, though they still have a very high poverty rate, their famines were in the 1980s.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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- He/Him
More referencing the alternative definition for MRE:Oh c'mon, point of order. Ethiopian food is super delicious, and if you're referencing their famine stereotype, though they still have a very high poverty rate, their famines were in the 1980s.
Meals Rejected by Ethiopians.
Which does play into the famine sterotype.
It was weird reading slob over and over again, its spelled slop where I live. Slob is a messy person.