Voyage: A Star Wars Story

Prologue:

"I believed in you Ahsoka! Ahsoka! AHSOKA!" A thin figure sprung out of bed, gasping for breath. She held onto her head as she took deep breaths to try and calm herself down, to little avail; the same nightmares plagued her just about every night. Her large blue eyes scanned the small room around her until she heard a small voice. "Momma okay?" spoke a soft voice coming from a smaller bed just beside her's. Her large eyes landed on the source of the voice. "I'm sorry Lunah, let's go back to sleep alright? Mommy's okay." she said. The little girl, no older than 3 nodded her head, grey blue eyes glancing back at her mother. Ahsoka settles back into bed sighing quietly at having woken her daughter up. A shuffle is heard and the little girl has carefully snuggled herself besides Ahsoka in bed. She sighs, this time happily. "Thank you my little one." she says and she holds her daughter close. "Night night mommy." she says. With a final smile Ahsoka begins to nod off, "Goodnight Lunah. Mommy loves you very much." And they both drift off into a deep and peaceful sleep together where the war, the past, and the future can not touch any of them...at least for now.

Chapter 1: The Fateful Encounter

-Ahsoka's POV-
I began my morning much like I have done everyday for the past four or so year: getting out of bed careful not to wake up Lunah, getting dressed for work, making breakfast for me and her, then getting Lunah ready to stay at Rama's while I grabbed my scavenging equipment. Those were my days now. Add in an extremely hot climate, lots of sand, and very sketchy people, and that's home too. Tatooine provided the perfect coverage I needed. Just far enough away from the Republic, the Empire and any other... entanglements to not risk being discovered and full of just about every kind of villainy one can imagine to steer clear any potential interested parties. It was the perfect place to have settled into at least given our circumstances.

Hear me out okay? I know this is literally just about the worse place to raise a child but things were different for us and comfort is a luxury we can't really afford or risk having. A former Jedi Padawan who deserted the Order at 16, found out she was to be a mother, survived Order 66, and to top it all off had a Force Sensitive...special child as a daughter. Yea Tatooine will do just fine for now. I can more than protect myself and Lunah even if it means living in this oven heated sandbox...

"Lunah! Let's go bye bye!" I called out to her. A little bundle of dirty blonde/brown hair, tan skin, grey blue eyes, and distinct white facial markings came bounding in from the other room; she was laughing as a tiny droid followed her. I couldn't help but smile. This was my whole world now. I answered to no one but myself and my daughter and that's how I liked it...or how I've come to convince myself that I like it at least. Things really do change when you become a mother... Lunah stopped running and moved her hands out in front of her making the small droid shriek as it was lifted off the ground. "Lunah, no little one." I said and used the Force to put BB-5 down again. "Sorry there BB, Lunah doesn't know any better yet." she said to the droid who beeped in protest angrily. "We'll have to start working on that..." I said sighing. Of course she'd be force sensitive and I knew that from the start, it's just getting harder to hide that now that she's getting older...

I held onto Lunah tightly in my arms, my pack strapped to my back and google pushed up for right now. She bounced happily in my arms pointing out different sights. "Pod...store...sand...sun..." She had recently started to speak a lot more and she differently wasn't stopping anytime soon. She was a ball of energy right now and marveled at just about everything at this age; it made me smile to see her uncorrupted innocence. "Momma work?" she asked me playing with a rod sticking out of my bag. I smiled, "Yes honey. Momma will be back before you know it though again okay?" I said ruffling her hair a little. She was half Togruta and half Human but she looked more Human with her sandy brown hair instead of signature Montrails and Lekku like Togrutas had. The only tell-tale physical sign of her connection to me were the white facial markings and the full darker lips she had inherited from me; the rest was pure...father... I shook the thought away not wanting to throw myself into painful memories again and focused on the little one in my arms. She was snuggled against me, "Okey okey momma." she said and my heart melted.

It wasn't easy to find someone who would agree to watch Lunah for me while I worked. On Tatooine I quickly learned that Togruta were considered unintelligent and animals almost, basically worth nothing more than being slaves, so the idea of a free Togruta who was also a female wasn't actually the most accepted thing around these parts. And because of this, Lunah was seen as a mistake to many and a disgrace. I found Rama, the elderly woman who now cares for Lunah most of the day by chance. It was just after she was born and I was in the marketplace with her for the first time; it had been a terrible mistake. "Mixed breed!" Someone had yelled out and as I turned, a crowd had gathered staring at the baby in my arms. I backed away slowly, prepared to defend my child in anyway I had to, even if it meant pulling out the long silver weapon I still kept strapped to my belt, hidden when I went out. "My daughter is who she is. Don't you dare address her that way." I had spat behind clenched teeth. Suddenly an old Twi'lek woman came through the crowd and toward me. She looked me in the eyes and smiled sweetly before turning to the crowd. "Enough of this! This woman and her child are under my care. If anyone has something to say, they can always come to me about it. Understood?" she said. Everyone stood in shock but no one challenged her and soon enough the crowd dispersed. "Who are you?" I asked the woman curiously. She smiled at me," My name is Rama and I am one of the oldest living freed slaves in this town."

As we reached the familiar sand-brick home at the edge of town I put Lunah down and walked her to the door. Rama was outside tending to a small prickly plant she grew there when she saw us. "Ah my little moon! Welcome back!" She said to Lunah who giggled and walked over to her. "Thanks again Rama. I'll make sure to pay you back with some credits I'm hoping to make today." I told her. She smiled at me, "Ahsoka, it is no trouble at all. The little one keeps me company out here and I know how hard it is to be a mother all alone." I had to smile back, "Thank you. I'll be back before sundown as always!" I waved to them as I began to walk off. "Bye Bye Momma!" I heard Lunah said and I waved at my daughter lovingly before pulling my googles on for a long day ahead.

Scavenging had it's good points. I didn't have to work with anyone else so I didn't really get too many questions and when I was alone in the deserts I would sometimes indulge the part of me that was still obviously connected to the Jedi. My agile abilities and balance helped me scale whatever I sometimes had to and my connection to the Force came in handy for lifting things and scanning for any trouble around. I pulled my lightsaber from my pack and even did some training from time to time when I was sure I wasn't being watched. I had left the Order nearly four years ago and yet, the Order never really left me. It was a privilege and a burden I carried everyday, especially after news went out about Order 66 and the fall of the...Chosen One to the Dark Side. I had felt the disturbance that night even without word of what had happened. I woke up drenched in sweat and clenching my head in pain. Visions of fallen Jedi bodies littered the Temple and Masters I had known falling as well. But the worst pain came when I the visions cleared up more and I saw who was responsible for it all. At the sight of those familiar grey blue eyes turning that sickly yellow-red color, I had collapsed, without breath, and had it not been for Lux, who I had come to in hiding after leaving the Order, finding me, Lunah and I might not have made it past that night either. The weight of it all hit me when I woke in a hidden medical wing and I realized I was one of the last Jedi left and even worse they had perished at the hands of the man I had trusted most in my life. The man I admired, looked up to, laughed with, cried with, saved, and was saved by, the man I had grown to love though everything against me knew it to be wrong...My Master, the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker was no more...

I knew somewhere out there the remaining Jedi struggled into hiding and after those events I was relocated to Tatooine for my protection and for Lunah's when it was clearly discovered that the Force was strong in her as well. The Republic fell quickly, Senator Amidala died while giving birth to children she had secretly kept from prying eyes, and the Empire rose quickly led by the Sith. The world as I knew it fell apart that night and I nearly gave up. It wasn't until Lunah was born several months later that I gained a reason to live again and I vowed to never give up again.

Hauling along the scraps of downed pods, Republic ships, and drone cruisers, I headed back into town to negotiate prices with several shop keepers. It wasn't easy but I was very persistent always and sometimes it came in handy to know a few Jedi mind tricks. I haggled my prices for the day and settled on my trek back to Rama's house as the air began to cool slightly. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, taking off my goggles and adjusting my pack before knocking on the door to Rama's home. My little one's familiar head and big grey-blue eyes stared back at me happily. "Momma!" She shrieked and I dropped down to her level to pick her up in my arms. "Ah there's my moon! Did you have many adventures today?" I asked her. She nodded her head and I thanked Rama for watching her yet again before paying her.

We decided to quickly stop by the market on the way home to buy some more food. I avoided the markets until necessary seeing as most people still weren't the friendliest and my temper easily flared up from time to time. I scoffed as we passed by a few pod racers with leering eyes and women at their disposal and hurried on. I held onto Lunah's hand as we walked through the stalls filled with fruit and other food products. She stared all around as usual and pulled on my dress from time to time. "Momma, look! Funny man!" she said pointing at a hooded figure I'd never seen before. Dismissing it I went back to looking through some fruits. "Momma! Man!" She said pulling me again. "Yes Lunah, that's a man. Now let's leave the poor soul alone honey." I said. She pouted but stayed looking at him. I suddenly felt a stronger tug at my hand and noticed Lunah was no longer there.

"Lunah! LUNAH!" I yelled looking around desperately for my daughter. I turned around and moved from stall to stall before remembering that Lunah had mentioned a man before. I cursed myself for being so blind and not noticing something before. I ran now quickly using the Force to probe ahead of me. Closing my eyes I soon found the hooded man who had turned around suddenly almost as if he had sensed me. I gasped while opening my eyes and realizing something. This man was a Force user. This made the situation much more dangerous now. I continued to run toward the spot the man had stopped in my vision and I saw him leaning down toward a small figure. "LUNAH!" I yelled and ran toward my daughter.

-Mysterious POV-

To say I didn't like Tatooine was a bit of an understatement really. It was too hot, too sandy, and carried too many memories. Yet, it was where I would stay and guard over in secret both my identity and that of the young Skywalker. I felt it in me that he and his sister could bring the much needed peace this Galaxy needed. I was in the marketplace around sunset to get a few supplies before heading out to my remote home when I sensed it. It was barely detectable and clearly someone had done a very good job at hiding it but I sensed an extremely familiar presence in the Force. It caused me to all but drop everything I had in my hands and rest my hand on my lightsaber. How could he have found me so quickly? As I scanned the area for the source of the disturbance, my eyes soon rested on a child. She was holding onto a young woman, clearly her mother who was dressed in typically Tatooine fashion but with a head scarf as well to not draw attention. The little girl was staring around at everything. She was very young with what appeared to me Togruta markings on her face, something that wasn't typical in most cross-breedings at all. Suddenly she too spotted me and her gaze stopped my very breath. She had a very familiar pair of large grey-blue eyes, too familiar. My jaw dropped instantly before a name passed my lips, "Anakin?"

She stayed staring at me oddly and pulled her mother to look at me as well, but her mother was busy attending to something else. I tried to regain my composure and assure myself that I was just seeing things. After all, Anakin's only children resided in special care in different places in the Galaxy. Yet, I could not shake the feeling the child gave me and when she smiled at me I found I couldn't handle the similarities anymore and had to leave. I began to walk away not willing myself to look back even once and trying to force the memories of a young Anakin out of my head. I called upon the Force to help me control my feelings and make it home in one piece. I had just left the marketplace when I felt a tug on my robe. I stopped walking and looked down to the source. It was the child from before, still staring at me with her blue eyes that reminded me too much of Anakin. She looked at me over before speaking, "Funny man okay?" she said in soft voice. I just stared at her in awe and couldn't help but mentally probe a little. The barriers that were up earlier were completely down exposing her Force presence fully to me and I nearly fell as the realization hit me. Her presence was indeed familiar it reminded me of that of- "LUNAH!" A voice screamed just behind us.

I looked up startled at the figure before us. Large clear blue eyes rimmed with unshed tears, distinct orange skin, white markings, full lips, and montrails peeking just from under her scarf. And yet again I found myself barely capable of standing up as another name slipped from my lips, "Ahsoka..." It was her. This couldn't be and yet there she stood, aged a little since I last saw her, now running toward the child at my side. She grabbed her and hugged her desperately. "Lunah! Lunah don't you ever leave me like that again do you hear me?! Don't ever leave momma's side!" she said nearly in tears. And just like that, my worst suspicions were confirmed and my knees finally buckled sending me kneeling to the ground.

She was clearly startled by me and held onto the child protectively. "Who are you and why did you take her?!" She yelled at me with obvious suspicion. She was still just as fearless as she had once been... I could barely speak but I managed to look her in the eyes as I slowly took off the hood of my robe and let down my mental shields. "Ahsoka..." I said. Her eyes widened and her face paled before she too spoke up, "Obi-Wan..." Suddenly panic filled her face and she looked down at the little girl, then at me. I looked at her with deep sympathy, "I know Ahsoka..." Those words were all it took for her to crumple and turn into the little 14 year old Padawan I had first met, though who she clearly was no more... "I'm sorry Obi-Wan! I'm sorry!" She cried between sobs and I held onto her as she cried hard and it felt like she hadn't cried in years. I held onto her tightly, her daughter staring at her mother in confusion and slight fear trying to hug her as well. "It's alright little one. You clearly have been through an awful lot. I'm so sorry as well Ahsoka. There is much to speak about and we will, but for now let us go to my home." I spoke softly. She composed herself a bit, wiping her tears with her scarf before nodding and taking her child in her arms. "Come on Lunah, let's go." she said and as we walked I couldn't help but look between mother and daughter, noting similarities and yet noting similarities that belonged to someone else...someone forever lost to the both of us or I guess now, the three of us.