“Gold leader, of gold squadron …” Ahsoka’s exuberance over the new Arthree unit was interrupted by Anakin’s pants unfastening. “Master, what – I – Master, why are you ... oh,” she sighed. She watched, dismayed as a healthy puddle of urine formed around the droid.

“There’s a golden shower for him,” Anakin grunted. “Artoo never judges me,” he asserted, then stumbled away. Arthree whirred.

“Don’t be sad, Goldie. That’s just … how he says ‘hello’,” Ahsoka assured him, frowning at the mess. “Wow, that’s a lot of pee.” She gestured for the droid to follow. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Gold Squadron and the 501st were his. He commanded them on land and in the air, and he was the best at what he did. No other Jedi General garnered such loyalty, no other Jedi could have done the things he had done.

But he knew he wasn't what they said he was. He was certain that someday, somehow, he was going to fail his apprentice. He could command his troops, but he could not impart wisdom. The Jedi Order's golden boy was going to fail at his most important task, and he knew nothing he did could stop it.

Anakin Skywalker was supposed to be the special one. Chosen One. Hero With No Fear. Special.

But now.

Anakin glared at the girl sitting across from him. Although a decade his junior, everyone said she would soon surpass him in both light saber combat and piloting expertise. Anakin felt a little put-out and annoyed that they’d given him the assignment.

As if they wanted to rub in how unspecial he was compared to her.

Hate led to the dark side, but in that moment as she daintily chewed her food, he couldn’t help but hate her, just a little bit.

Anakin Skywalker wasn’t sure why his Master could not grasp a concept as simple as The Rule. It wasn’t as though Anakin hadn’t explained it to him upon becoming Obi-Wan’s apprentice. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t made a sign for the door explaining The Rule in detail, just in case.

The Rule was one of the few clear boundries in their relationship. In light of that, he couldn't understand Obi-Wan's assumption that he was exempt from The Rule.

He just hoped that one day, he could use the 'fresher without being talked to.