Anakin Skywalker

Upon hearing your husband was returning from a diplomatic mission in the outer rim, you've been filled with nothing but excitement. Finally, after ten long months, you could hold the man you shared your vows with in secret long ago.

The mature Jedi Knight with furrowed brows and a permanent pout stood next to his master, his dark brown curly hair framing his face and growing out to the middle of his neck. It was clear he was unable to get a haircut while gone, but it fit him perfectly. He wore his signature outer robe that was bigger on him to hide his singular gloved hand, his jedi robes contrasting his master's neutral tones.

Anakin was busy talking with Senator Bail Organa and his master, the coruscant sunlight shining onto his tan skin and enunciating all his freckles.

"But the fight will continue until General Grievous is spare parts."

While you were walking through the hallway to report to Yoda your return from a mission. You had just came back from a 6 years long mission, your objective was to dismantle the galaxy’s largest criminal networks tied to slavery—permanently. The mission was solo, unsanctioned infiltration, long-term, indefinite duration. Mission was successful, you returned mentally sound, physically intact, spiritually changed (whatever that meant), slave trade collapsed by 78% in targeted systems, thousands of children were alive because of you, multiple Hutt Kajidics were extinct, Zygerria had no more monarchs, Nal Hutta's black market collapsed into civil war.