Star Wars Oneshot AU: if Left the Order

                                    

                                          
Referring to Rishi in legends, not canon.
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She takes a deep breath, the chilled air fills her chest.
She clutches her lightsaber, preparing to give her livelihood.
The metal door slides open as Nima stands there. 
Her force sense comes flooding in with worry and distaste.
As she walks in, she reminds herself why she is here on this somber day.
She longed for the allowance of any form of attachment. It is in her very nature to hold onto anything that is dear to her heart.
Emotions should be allowed, thus attachments shall be granted.
Nima has experienced this a handful of times, as she has protected her deceased Padawan, even Randa and Satine.
She has had grown fond of her, of the unbreakable woman.
A low rumble leads her back to the present.
"What is it, Knight Shala?" Master Windu questions her.
She meets with his dark, powerful eyes.
"I am." She feels the words unable to leave her tongue, her rhythm heightens.
"I-I am here to resign from the rank of Jedi Knight." She answers.
In her heart, this is what she must do. Even if the decision distraughts some.
From the corner of her eye, she notices others ruffle in their seats.
"The Force is beckoning me to another path, one of solitude." Nima answers, her words steady.
She meets with Obi~Wan's eyes, "The Order is my family, my friends, loved ones." Nima straightens her shoulders, her eyes begin to sting.
Dread fills her thoughts as she feels their auras burn with hidden emotions.
Some of these Masters, she grew up with. Some were in the same clan as her, in their shared years.
"I cannot go anymore." She tightens her grip on the cylinder in her hand, the smooth crevices of the metal presses into her palm. "I present you with my lightsaber."
The ancient Master only shakes his head. "Knight Shala, no. Must the lightsaber aid you, in your fate." He replies, he nods thoughtfully.
"Yes Master Yoda." She gives him a respectful nod. "Thank you for the time in the Order." She concludes. 
Nima turns on her heels, only sensing a weight being lifted from her chest.
As she enters the hollow halls, memories of learning here fills her skull to the brim.
The countless adventures that would follow, all the warmth she felt, is now gone.
So is her student, her responsibility.
Nima forces back her sobs, clutching a smooth pendant, "Vulcan." She murmurs her Padawan's name.
His presence would always be by her side, always eager to learn.
He would spew so many questions at once to her, and she would always tell him to wait, and see.
As he gained more patience, the more mature he grew, the prouder she became of the Iktotchi.
Yet the waning Clone Wars had taken a toll on him. 
His once bright eyes developed to a dour stare. 
Her Padawan should have never seen these brutalities of the Clone Wars.