As she walked through the crowded spaceport, kicking up dust and observing the rampant poverty, the thought that if the inhabitants could only market the dirt that was abundant around her they would all be rich. She glanced at the ships as she passed. Nothing looked even mildly appealing and she ignored the barkers as they tried to lure her to their vessels.

"You look a right bit weary," a cheery voice said to her.

The fact that the voice was cheery was what drew the traveler to stop and glance at the girl that spoke. It was apparent that she was not faking her enthusiasm from the sincere smile she wore and the twinkling in her eyes. Her face and clothes were smudged and smelled of grease but they couldn't hide the attractiveness of the young woman.

"If you're looking for transport, our ship is the perfect spot to lift your feet. It is called Serenity after all."

The traveler glanced up at the ship the young woman stood before. It looked like an ugly bug squatting in the sand but she followed her inside. The ship looked like it was put together with spit but there was something attractive about it. It was obvious that the ship was loved. And not just by the young lady at her side still gushing about all of it's positive attributes. It wasn't just a ship; it was a home. And maybe because of that it reminded her of the Falcon.

"So will you be joining us," the young woman asked.

The traveler nodded slowly.

"Well I just knew you would," she confided enthusiastically. "I just had a sense about you."

She led her to a small room that contained a bed, a small sink, and what looked like a toilet that folded into the wall.

"It ain't much but I'm sure that you could spruce it up in no time." She stuck her hand out to her. "I'm Kaylee."

The traveler took her hand. "I'm Jessie."

Kaylee soon made her exit and Jessie sank onto the bed and let out a sigh of regret as she looked around her depressing surroundings. She thought her days of hopping suspicious transports were done. She set her bag down, and laid her head down on the thin pillow. It took only seconds before sleep claimed her and her dreams took her back to an entirely different time.

Obi Wan thought he was drowning. He couldn't say with any certainty which way was up nor could he breathe properly. He was tumbling head over heels and no matter how hard he reached out with the Force he couldn't stop the catastrophic freefall. It was as if there was nothing around him to hold onto.

And then, just as he was about to lose consciousness he and the small craft he occupied stopped spinning. Only not entirely at the same time. The ship jolted to a stop and Obi Wan lurched forward and hit the throttle. He was conscious just long enough to realize that he didn't recognize any of the star patterns around him anymore.

When he woke up again there was a balding man in a uniform that he didn't recognize, standing over him with a weapon of some kind. More disturbing than that was that Obi Wan could not sense anything about the man. It was as if he wasn't there at all.

Obi Wan threw his hand up to stop the man from getting any closer to him with the instrument in his hand and the man's arm froze. The balding man glanced at his arm and tried tugging it but to no avail. With a sigh the man inexplicably flickered out of existence. The instrument in his hand clattered to the ground. Obi Wan struggled to sit up but he felt as disoriented as he had in his ship. His head was not obeying the will of the rest of his body. He knew he had to gain control of himself. He took a deep cleansing breath and promptly choked on it when the man rematerialized in front of him. He gave his arm a shake to make sure it was in working order again and then he bent down to pick up the instrument he'd dropped.

Obi Wan threw his hand up again and once more the man froze.

"Well this is counter productive," the man said crossly. "Listen to me, I am a doctor. I can't help you if you won't let me. Now please disengage--whatever it is you are doing so I can treat you."

"You're a hologram," Obi Wan muttered.

"A hologram and a doctor. Now if you will--"

But Obi Wan shook his head. Unable to read the hologram's intentions, he wanted answers before he let the doctor anywhere near him. Even though the simple act of shaking his head made him want to throw up.

"Where am I," he demanded.

"It's called the Starship Voyager," a quiet, female voice answered.

Obi Wan turned toward the voice and found a young woman had entered the room. She was petite with dark eyes and dark hair. A thin braid went down one side of her face and as she walked toward him he noted how it swayed with each step that she took. He had never seen her before but there was something about her that was incredibly familiar.

"The doctor means you no harm. Please let him treat you." Her voice was calm but she was staring at him like a child who saw her very first alien life form.

"How did I get here," he asked hoarsely.

"I don't know," she said gently. She laid her hand on his forehead and eased him back onto the examination table. The minute her skin touched his he could feel the Force flowing through her almost as strongly as what he felt come from Anakin. "We found your ship floating in space." She tilted her head toward the doctor. "Release him so he can help you. You're badly injured."

He released the doctor, who grumbled as he finally got control of his arm again. He walked up to Obi Wan and placed the instrument somewhere on his neck. He heard a quiet whooshing sound and then his eyes started to go heavy. He could fight it if he really wanted to but he was trusting in what she said to him.

"Who are you," Obi Wan mumbled as he felt his body ease into oblivion.

"My name is Jessie," she said. "Who are you?"

"Obi Wan Kenobi--" he didn't finish his sentence as sleep took hold of him. Because of that he also missed the startled expression on Jessie's face as her jaw hinged open in disbelief.

Jessie ran the entire way back to her quarters. She could barely stand the wait it took for her door to open, let alone how long it took to type the message and send it. She tapped her nails on the side of the console while she waited for a reply. Then she stood up and paced. Normally she would be in awe at how a message like hers could travel as far as it was going (so far that even visual communiqués were impossible) but today she only silently cursed how slow they were.

Finally a reply scrolled across the screen: "Obi Wan? Obi Wan Kenobi?"

"That's what he said before he lost consciousness," she typed back.

"What does he look like?"

"He's much younger then you or Luke has ever described. Are there any images of him when he was in his thirties?"

"I've never seen one. And the Emperor was pretty thorough when he purged the records. I'll see if I can find something. You're sure he's a Jedi?"

"If the wardrobe is any indication." She paused. "And I just know."

"How did he get there?"

"We found him adrift in space. If there was a time space anomaly it's gone now or I'd sense it. What should I tell him?"

"As little as possible."

Author's note: I know, there's a lot to digest. I promise things will unveil in due time. Including who Jessie is. Usually I shy away from creating characters in fanfic and stick with established characters but I found her necessary in this instance.

As far as the timeline goes, it's just before Star Wars Episode III, before Serenity the movie and before Voyager finally got back to Earth.