Author's Note: Yes, I am doing another story. I am sorry. XD I just love Star Wars! And this is probably going to be the weirdest cross over I've done yet! Let me know what you think! I am open to any pairings too, so let me know what you would like! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Warnings: OOCness, unbeta'd.

Word Count: 4,349

"Master?" Ahsoka calls out, slowly. She takes a small, tentative step back, her light blue eyes widening as the dark shadow settles over them.

"Not now, Snips," Anakin says, pulling at some of the loose wires protruding from the control panel in front of him. He yanks on one of the wires, letting out a surprised yelp when it sparked and gave him a little zap. He waves his hand around for a moment trying to shake away the tingling through his fingers. The pads of his fingers are singed a bit, but go along with the collection of scars that he already has marring his flesh.

Ahsoka puts her hands onto her lightsaber. "Master, what is that?"

Anakin pauses for a moment before tuning to look over at his young padawan, eyebrows pulled together tightly. His eyes turn toward the dark shadow that is easing over him and a slow back peddling padawan. The creature, making the shadow, growls down at them, raising it's massive claws up over it's head ready to arc down in a deadly blow.

"Rancor! Rancor!" Anakin gasps, quickly jumping out of the way of the Rancor's massive claws.

"That is a rancor!" Ahsoka yells, powering up her green lightsaber while Anakin powers his blue one. Anakin holds one hand out for her to back up before taking a few steps back himself.

"Yeah, Snips," Anakin says, offering a coy smile. "That would be a rancor."

"That stupid rodian," Ahsoka says. "There hasn't been a rancor sighting around these parts for over a hundred years, my foot!"

Anakin quirks an eyebrow a bit, in agreement, but doesn't respond. He jumps out of the way of another deadly swipe. Anakin is quick to slash at the beast's razor sharp nails, cleanly slicing through them. The beast rears back in rage, pulling it's claws back, now cleanly severed. Ahsoka takes this moment to charge in past Anakin and run her lightsaber across the goliath's stomach, putting it open.

The rancor roars in anger and agony, putting one of it's clawed hands over it's stomach for a moment before it collapses onto the floor, unmoving. Ahsoka takes a few slow steps back to make sure that the beast doesn't just lunge back to life and attack her before looking over at Anakin.

"I can't believe that's a rancor," Ahsoka finally says, blue eyes wide. "What's it doing in the ruins of this old ship?"

Anakin's lightsaber shrinks back into it's handle and he straps it back to his side. "Yeah, well, as big as it was, it wasn't a full sized rancor. It was obviously a baby."

Ahsoka's eyes nearly bug out of her head. "What? That thing is a baby? It's huge!"

Anakin quirks an eyebrow in agreement before walking back over to the panel, kneeling down to work on it again. "Yeah, well, they get bigger, trust me. Alright, Snips, make sure that there isn't anything else sneaking up on me while I try and open this door."

Ahsoka's lightsaber retreats back into it's handle and she crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah, okay." She walks back over to his side, her blue eyes scanning the area more keenly, not wanting anything to sneak up on them again. Especially another rancor. And not if they get bigger. "Why is there a rancor in here, Master?" She looks over her shoulder to see Anankin tinkering with the control panel.

"Not sure. Rancors can leave in pretty much any and all environments and can be found anywhere their eggs hatch," he says as he shrugs his shoulders. The wire zaps him again. "Ouch!"

"I told you we should have brought R2-ie," Ahsoka says, giving him a sideway glance. "He'd be able to get us in there in a jiffy!" She snaps her fingers. She turns her blue eyes down the darkness of the hall for a moment, now being able to see a bit of the deep gorges in the metal of the ship from what she can only assume to be a hungry rancor baby looking for food long before they showed up.

Anakin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well this ship is really old and doesn't have the access nobs that ships now a days do. He wouldn't be able to get us in there even if he wanted to. So, it looks like splicing is going to have to do." He goes back to work.

"Fine, fine," Ahsoka says, watching as there is another spark from the panel. "At least we know there is power inside."

Anakin pauses for a moment, staring at the panel before nodding slowly. "Yeah, you're right. That's odd. How can a ship so old still have power running through it?"

Ahsoka stares down at Anakin, blue eyes wide. "I.. I don't know. Some kind of backup generator that kicked on when we entered the wreckage?"

Anakin frowns a bit at that but doesn't reply. Ahsoka looks around the old ruins of the ship, that is barely able to be called a ship any longer. It's weathered and there are holes in the hull that have since degraded with time and elemental damage. The rust and foliage from the planet has taken over the rest. When they were asked to survey the ruins of this destroyed ship that was uncovered in the small farming community on a planet on the fringes of the Mid-Rim. It's a small world that's major export is wheat.

"How is this even here?" Ahsoka asks, looking around again. "Do you think it was in some sort of space battle over head a long time ago?"

"And crashed here?" Anakin guess. "Maybe, but I wouldn't know."

"Speculation is good, young one," a voice behind Ahsoka says.

Ahsoka yelps loudly, jumping into the air and turning around to see Obi-Wan standing right behind her, smiling playfully.

"Master Obi-Wan!" Ahsoka gasps, throwing her hand over her heart. "You scared the heck out of me!"

"Sorry, young one," Obi-Wan says playfully. He reaches out and pats her on the shoulder before walking over to Anakin right as the last spark goes off and the door finally opens.

At least, half way.

"Well, it's better than nothing," Anakin says, standing up, dusting off his knees.

Obi-Wan steps up next to him, opening his mouth about to say something, when his eyes flicker over to the corpse of the baby rancor. His eyebrows pull together tightly before looking over at Ahsoka, who smiles sheepishly, then to Anakin, who shrugged nonchalantly. Obi-Wan rubs his forehead for a moment, as if mentally debating with something before giving up and dropping his hand.

The two men walk to either side of the door and wrap their hands around the edges of the two sides and pull them part, to open up more room. Ahsoka easily slips past, turning on her lightsaber so that she can see in the darkness with the light green glow.

"Wait up, Snips!" Anakin calls after her.

"I'm just going to make sure that there is no more rancors in here to sneak up on you, Master," Ahsoka calls back, slowly moving through the wreckage of what could only be described as some kind of command center. She walks up to a large circular panel in the center of the destroyed room. She can hear the two masters behind her, trying to get the door to stay open, but it's screeching and moaning in complaint.

Ahsoka softly runs her left hand over the panel, assuming that it must be how the people of old either used to communicate with one another - seeing as they have something similar in their communications room - or that it's how they plan out battles or fly the ship somehow. For as old and aged as the wreckage is, the panel is metal, yet relatively smooth the slight blemish here and there, it is otherwise still in good shape. Ahsoka feels around a bit, fascinated by how everything else can be so weathered yet this panel is somehow in good shape. It's kind of interesting. Ahsoka isn't really someone who knows a lot about how things are made and what different types of metal things are, but she's almost certain that she's never felt this type of metallic material before.

She touches something and a soft humming noise fills the room. A few sparks go to different sections of the room as things try to boot up, but there is a lot of corrosive damage to the ship. There is a few holes in the ceiling that water has since chewed through, but even with the small beams of light the room is still dark. The lights overhead flicker slightly before blowing out, making Ahsoka yell out in surprise.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin calls, sliding into the room with Obi-Wan, the door snapping shut behind him in a spray of sparks.

"I'm fine, Master, I think I might have turned on something. I'm okay."

Anakin and Obi-Wan make their way over to her, looking around the dark, disheveled room. There is a smell of degraded metal, stagnant air and distilled water in the air. Obi-Wan crinkles his nose a bit and lets out a little cough before looking around the room with his dark blue eyes. He walks over to what appeared to have been a chair at one point but whatever material it was made from has degraded away until there is nothing but bare skeleton of metal prongs.

Running her hand along the smooth surface, she feels something protruding from it. It's a small flat panel. She wraps her fingers around it and pulls it out so that she can see it better. It's a little bit smaller than the palm of her hand, completely flat piece of metal with a strange circle of glass in the center. Ahsoka holds her lightsaber close to it to be able to see it better.

"Huh," she hums. "Hey, Master, look at this."

Anakin, from the other side of the large panel, turns to her. "What is it?"

"It was sticking out of this," she gestures to the circular panel in front of them. "Well, whatever this is. What do you think it is?"

She holds it out for Anakin to take. He looks at it curiously, stepping back into one of tiny rays of light to try and see it better. He moves it around his fingers for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and offering it to Ahsoka to take back. She does, looking down at it curiously for a moment before putting it into her pocket to keep and study later in better lighting.

They spent a couple of hours studying the ruins and even got a few clones in there to start setting up lamps and making sure it is secure for a Republic historian team that heard about the discovery and insisted on being able to see the ruins of the ancient ship that was somehow well preserved. When they got here, they instantly became excitable and started rattling on and on about things that went right over Ahsoka's head. She keeps away from them, her head hurting from all of their quick chatter and flurry of motion, running back and forth from their ship to the old unearthed one. She just hopes that it's as wonderful as they seem to think that it is. Obi-Wan took a moment to speak with them before Anakin finally turned to her and let her off the hook.

"Head on back, Snips, we're just going to go through the formalities and then meet you back up on the cruiser," he says, looking like he envied her being able to head back before her.

Ahsoka smiles, playfully, giving Anakin a little salute. "Thank you, Master!" She gives a little wave before heading to one of the transport ships to see it preparing to head back to the main ship to gather more supplies and hitches a ride.

Once back on the ship she heads to her room. She falls back onto her stiff military provided bed, sinking slightly into the otherwise stiff material. They have been doing mission after mission for the last two weeks and haven't been able to settle down and really relax until now. Missions hunting Dooku and tracking General Grievous and there was even a little stint with Ventress.

Ahsoka is exhausted. All of the muscles along her back burn with relief at finally being able to relax.

She lets out a long, slow breath, bringing one of her arms up over her eyes for a moment. She pulls her lightsaber off of her belt and gives it a little toss closer to her pillow before rolling onto her side. She pauses, feeling something poke into her side. She rolls back onto her back and digs into her pocket, pulling out the little piece of metal that she had stolen from the old ship back on the planet below. She holds it up to the light, looking in through the clear piece, seeing that it has a blushish tint to it. It wasn't just completely see trough and it's not actually glass.

Ahsoka lightly touches the space in the center in the circle. She feels her own fingers but there is a small, strange feeling in the tips of them, like a small electrical current or something. She wasn't sure what it was. She pulls her fingers back and looks at the metal instead. There is small grooves and indents but there isn't any sort of writing or anything to help indicate what it could have possibly been.

Ahsoka sits up, she turns the small device around but can't distinguish anything else. She walks over to her computer and looks around for a slot that it'll fit into and can't find anything. She then begins to look around her room for anything electronic she can stick it into and see if it is a data bank of some sort or something else of the like.

Then, a thought occurs to her and she grabs her lightsaber and runs from the room. She makes her way down the hall and into the communications room that is usually reserved for private meetings with the Jedi council or Chancellor Palpatine. And, yes, just as she thought, there was a flat insert that is the right size.

Ahsoka grabs out the panel and puts it into the slot, hopping that it fits. And it does. Ahsoka waits for a moment, then another, then another, until she starts tapping buttons, trying to see if the system will be able to read whatever the thing she picked up was. Maybe it was nothing, or it could simply be that they two systems aren't compatible and wouldn't work regardless.

The young Togruta's shoulders droop a bit and she lets out another sigh. "Well, should have seen that one coming."

"May I ask what we are seeing?" A soft woman's voice asks. Ahsoka blinks in surprise and jumps into the air, looking around toward the door into the room to see that it was still closed and there wasn't any there with her.

"Hello?" Ahsoka calls out slowly. "Is someone there?"

"Other than me? There is 359 lifeforms on this ship," the woman says again. "That includes you as well."

Ahsoka spins around to see a small blue human-looking woman standing on the communications projector. Well, she wasn't standing on it, more like hovering a few inches above it, living true to the projector image.

Everything about her was in shades of blue. Her hair, skin, eyes. Beneath the blue hue, there is what appears to be moving data patterns. Her blue hair is long, down past her shoulders and is dark blue, like all of the patches covering the more... respected parts of her body that didn't need to be shared with the rest of the world. Her body was definitely shaped like a regular human woman and leaves little to the imagination.

"Woah!" Ahsoka gasps, blue eyes wide. She steps closer, looking down at the small woman. "Who are you?"

The woman twitches, fizzling for a moment before reaching up and cradling her head for a moment as if something had actually hurt her. "I... I don't remember," she says, pulling her hands away. "It appears as though most, if not all, of my data has been corrupted."

Ahsoka's eyebrows pull together a bit. "Are you okay? Are you some kind of image from somewhere?"

The woman tilts her head to the side. "I don't understand. I am here in front of you."

Ahsoka blinks a few times, trying to understand. "Wait, are you saying that little device I brought in here was you?"

The woman nods. "Yes. That is me. I lost power for so long that I believe some of my data is corrupted because of the immense time lapse, but when you plugged me into your ship, I was able to do some extensive repairs, while gaining access to the holonet and learning galactic basic, seeing as it is what you were speaking just a moment ago. I apologize for not responding right away. My reaction time seems to have slowed because of damage."

Ahsoka shakes her head briskly. "No, don't worry about it, uh..." She frowns. "I have to call you something. Um, how about Blue? I know it's really lame, but it's also very fitting." She shrugs her shoulders. "Oh, my name is Ahsoka Tano, by the way." She smiles.

The woman smiles kindly. "I don't mind. I like it. I will refer to myself as Blue from now on."

"At least until you remember who you are," Ahsoka says quickly.

The woman's smile turns sad. "Once the data is corrupted to such an extent, it may be impossible to regain what was lost. I am not sure that I will be able to salvage any of my old data."

"You won't be able to remember any of your past?" Ahsoka asks sadly.

Blue shakes her head slowly. "I don't... remember as you do. I record everything, visual and audio recordings of everything that I can then later access in a simulation of remembrance when that isn't actually the case."

"You're a machine?" Ahsoka asks slowly. "With, like, a memory core?"

Blue considers for a moment. "In a manner of speaking, I suppose. But I am not like your droids or those of the Separatists. I am an artificial intelligence platform that is capable of assimilating data and making more accurate and intelligent assumptions and conversations based on my own data and varied interests."

Ahsoka blinks back at her for a moment, not sure what to say to that. Finally a, "oh, okay?" slips out.

Blue suddenly looks embarrassed. She brings her hand up to her face for a moment, looking around. "I..." she hesitates, before continuing, "I am a lot smarter than any of those singular droids."

"Ah," Ahsoka says, nodding her head slowly. "Oh! Wait here, Blue, I'm going to get my Master!"

Blue nods. "Very well, I will just be over looking the data I have collected until you return." With that she flickers away.

Ahsoka shakes her head. "That is so cool!" She turns and runs out of the room, looking around for a moment before closing her eyes and using the Force to locate her master, feeling out for him softly. Master.

She feels him brush her back and she turns and heads toward the bridge, trying not to run, but she can't deny that she's moving a lot faster then a walk. She smiles at the clones and other personnel that eye her as she passes. Her arms pump lowly at her sides as she makes her way through the maze of hallways all the way up to the bridge.

"Hey, Snips," Anakin says, turning to her as soon as she passes through the door.

"Master, do you have a moment? There is something that I want to show you," Ahsoka asks, barely able to contain her excitement.

Obi-Wan, who was standing between Anakin and Rex, raises an eyebrow. "Something interesting happen, Ahsoka?"

She nods. "You can come too, Master Obi-Wan. And you too, if you want, Rex." She beams happily before stepping back to the door. "Quick, come with! It's so cool!"

"What's this about, Ahsoka?" Anakin asks, rubbing the back of his neck. "We really should be going to rest. Who knows when we will be on the move again? We should take this time to relax a bit and -"

"Come on Master," Ahsoka says blithely, excitement coloring her eyes brightly. "You know you aren't going to be able to relax so soon after a mission! Now, come on! This is really cool and you are going to be so upset that you missed out on it!" She waves her hands around for them to follow after her.

"She might be right, Anakin," Obi-Wan says, amused. "It could be the discovery of a century."

"You don't even know the half of it, Master Obi-Wan," Ahsoka says proudly.

"And here we are!" Ahsoka says as the doors to the communications room hisses shut behind Rex. She makes a large sweeping gesture with her hand before walking over to the counsel in the center of the room. "Okay, Blue. It's Ahsoka! I'm back!"

There is a moment of silence where Anakin opens his mouth, about to ask his young padawan what she was up to, when a voice entered the room.

"Welcome back, Ahsoka." On the counsel in front of Ahsoka, a small blue woman, a little less than a foot in height, appears. "And you brought your master?"

Ahsoka nods, gesturing toward Anakin. "Yes, this is my master, Anakin Skywalker. Master, come say hello to Blue."

"What in the world..?" Rex says slowly, squinting dark brown eyes in skepticism at the blue woman.

"What is this?" Anakin asks, walking over to the woman. "Who are you?"

"Ahsoka Tano gave me a new designation, seeing as my last one is currently, if not permanently, lost to me. My new designation is Blue. It is a pleasure to meet you, Anakin Skywalker." The woman smiles up at him.

Anakin blinks a few times rapidly before looking over his shoulder at Obi-Wan, to see the older man rubbing his chin in thought, curiously, then he turns his light gray eyes to his padawan. "Where did she come from?" He asks, dumbly, not sure he understands.

"She was on the old ship," Ahsoka tells him. "That little metal piece that I showed you while we were down there, that was her. She is that piece, or is inside of it. When I brought it up here and plugged it in, she woke up."

"You plugged in some old piece of technology into the ship without first making sure it wasn't something dangerous?" Anakin asks, incredulously, glaring at her. Ahsoka stares up at him, first in annoyance, then in understanding, then a bit shameful.

"I... am sorry, Master, I didn't think about that..." Ahsoka's shoulders droop a bit, understanding what she did wrong.

"Please," Blue says, holding her hands up, "don't be mad at Ahsoka. I won't do anything to the ship, I promise."

"Why should we believe that?" Rex asks, mistrustfully.

"I was built by humans to serve humans," Blue says simply, adapting a far away look, as if recalling something. "My last order was to preserve..." she shutters out of existence for a moment, then looks as if she is in great physical pain. She brings her hands up to her head again, recoiling a bit, falling to a knee before she stands up again, looking tired. "I am sorry. That information is currently corrupted I wish I could say for certain, but I promise you, I am built for humans. But I am capable of choosing my masters. Ahsoka was the first face I saw upon awakening," Blue says softly, "I don't think it would be so wrong to serve her."

"I don't need you to serve me," Ahsoka says, shaking her head. "But I wouldn't mind being your friend. I bet it would be kind of cool."

Blue blinks in surprise before smiling softly. "You are too kind."

"What are you exactly?" Obi-Wan asks, stepping up next to Anakin.

"I am... basically a very smart program. A computer, maybe, that is highly intelligent and able to interact with other living beings such as yourselves on a somewhat equal level," Blue says.

"You... are a true AI?" Obi-Wan asks slowly. Anakin looks over at him curiously.

"Yes," Blue says.

"How did you know that, Master?" Anakin asks.

"I've read about them before in the Archives," Obi-Wan says, dropping his hand from his face. "It was something I thought about when we met General Grievous. I thought he might be one of them, but he is something else entirely. True AIs have only been hypothesized by great minds in the universe for as long as people has been making droids. They are the closest that anyone has ever been able to get to AIs. Are you saying that you are a real, true AI?"

Blue nods. "I am."

Obi-Wan looks over at Anakin and Ahsoka. "This is perhaps the greatest most discovery in I'm not sure how long. We need to inform the Council right away."