Greetings Star Wars fans! This is my first Star Wars fic so wish me luck! Enjoy!

The time this fic actually takes place is between Revenge of the Sith and A New Hope But the prologue is placed before The Phantom Menace.

Prologue:

The twelve-year-old youngling Obi-Wan Kenobi was blindfolded. The pulsating saber was poised perfectly in his firm grip. Being unable to see he reached out with the force to make out his surroundings. A large room. One other occupant. One other armed occupant. The forceful slash came from behind and he whirled around on his heel, raising his lightsaber. His opponent's effervescent blade clashed with his. He shoved his opponent away with his blade and prepared for the next attack.

He could sense the anger bubbling inside his opponent like a growing red splotch. Then suddenly the anger disappeared as if his opponent had suddenly calmed. The next attack came. This time it was in front of him. His opponent's blade aimed right at his heart. He leapt to the side and came at his opponent from behind. He reminded himself to subside his anger for that was not the way of the Jedi. He gave a swift yet fatal blow to the next and took a step away from his fallen opponent.

"Very good, you did," a voice congratulated, "Impressive are you both. Take off your blindfolds, you both may."

Deactivating his training-saber, Obi-Wan was the first to take his blindfold off. Master Yoda stood on a levitating platform in the training room. Obi-Wan turned his attention to the youngling he had been dueling.

His opponent was a girl only a few years younger than he was. She had long jet-black hair and once she removed her blindfold he saw her sparkling grey-blue eyes.

He put out a hand to help her to her feet. "I'm Obi-Wan."

Taking the hand, she smirked, "The names Nora. Nora Dooku."

Chapter 1

Obi-Wan still felt the chill of the fearsome duel he had had with what had once been his apprentice. The hate of Anakin's eyes bore into his every time he closed his eyes. Anakin had been like a brother to him. They had always been by each others side through whatever came their way. All of that was what made the betrayal sting worse than anything he had been through.

He knew Anakin wasn't dead. Correction—he knew Darth Vader wasn't dead. Anakin had died when he had joined Darth Sideous. Obi-Wan sensed that somehow Darth Vader had survived that volcanic battle.

A sudden disturbance in the force jolted him out of concentration. He curiously walked to the edge of the shadows in the cave that he called home. The sound of engines roaring soon became audible. He looked up in the sky and grimaced. An imperial cruiser was descending down from the dark night skies of Tatooine.

Don't over react. How could anyone know where I'm hiding?

He let out a slight sigh of relief as the cruiser past over him and continued in the opposite direction. But his relief lasted only a mere fraction of a second for he realized that the cruiser was headed towards Luke's new home. What was he going to do?

I'm going to calm myself and think this through, he told himself.

He pulled his cloak's hood far enough over his head that it submerged his face in darkness. Cautiously, he took a step out of the shadows. He climbed the rock-like clay up to a tall perch from which he could see Luke's hut clearly. The cruiser was heading straight for it.

"Blast," he muttered under his breath, almost silently. He couldn't blow his cover. Then again, he couldn't let one of the last of the Jedi be discovered. His hand touched the hilt of his lightsaber that was safely concealed underneath his cloak out of pure instinct. He quickly jerked it back. He wouldn't take out his lightsaber unless it was absolutely necessary. If he did, he would be leading Vader right to Luke.

Obi-Wan force-jumped over the edge of his high perch and skid down the rough hardened clay that made up the side of the mountain-like cliff. When he touched the flat sandy surface of the ground, he straightened himself and raced after the cruiser, making sure that he was unseen doing so.

After a while, the cruiser hovered only a few feet away from him. He was hidden behind a pile of rock-like clay boulders as the Imperial cruiser landed.

What are they doing? Obi-Wan wondered. Luke's home was still miles away.

A storm trooper stepped out of the cruiser. He was followed by a whole squadron of others. He waved his blaster as he commanded them.

"We tracked that Jedi to this vicinity," he said. "Divide into four groups and scope out the area. If we don't come back with Master Kenobi, Darth Vader will have us all disposed of—keep in mind, we are all expendable."

They know I'm here? Obi-Wan's eyes widened. He had been so careful, so discrete! How could they have possibly found him? Then he realized something. When he had arrived at the cave, he thought he had seen something tailing him, but he had sensed nothing. How could I have been so foolish?

One of the storm troopers asked, "Commander Cody, what do we do when we spot him?"

Cody? Obi-Wan cringed at the mention of the traitorous clone that had attempted to shoot him down. Well, this day keeps getting better and better.

He took a step back and happened to bump into a small, loose clay boulder. It tumbled to the ground with a horrendously loud thud. Oh, just wonderful.

The clones whirled around and aimed their blasters at the source of the sound.

Cody ordered, "Show yourself or we'll shoot!"

Clenching his teeth, Obi-Wan stepped out from the security of his sandy hiding place with his hands in the air. His appearance was still masked by his cloak and the midnight darkness.

"Who are you?" Cody demanded.

"Ben," Obi-Wan replied nonchalantly.

Commander Cody wasn't satisfied, "Remove your hood."

He felt like cursing. He knew he should have tried to come up with some sort of disguise—whether it was shaving or dying his hair. Reluctantly, he tossed the hood back.

Flashback-

Order 66. . .

General Nora stood at the edge of a republic gunship that flew over the ocean of Corellia. She sensed a disturbance in the force. Treachery had taken place all across the galaxy. Painful treachery. She glanced down at her fourteen-year-old padawan Sydney Jetts. The young girl exchanged nervous glances with her master. They had their backs to the clones. Nora heard the familiar click of clone blasters being loaded and the safety being deactivated.

She used the special link she had with her padawan and sent her a message through the force. Jump.

Sydney looked up at her with wide eyes. The young human had only been a padawan for a year and a half wasn't as experienced as most who attempted to force leap to the ground from hundreds of feet up.

Just trust me. Nora looked out at the trees once more as her hand slow slid across the groves on the hilt of her lightsaber.

Sydney flicked back her blonde hair that was short, but the bangs fell over her eyes slightly. She took a deep shaky breath and leapt suddenly. This took the clones off guard and they waited a mere split second before they all started firing. By that time, Nora had activated her lightsaber and the pulsating acid-yellow blade deflected each blast that was coming too close to her.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

Commander Gree, who had become partners with her over the clone wars, raised his hand, giving the order for the clones to hold their fire.

Nora breathed a loud sigh of relief. "Thank you. Now. . . Buh-Bye!"

Purposefully, she leaned back slightly and she fell backwards. She deflected whatever blasts came near her as she descended. Once she became out of accurate firing range, she disengaged her lightsaber and attached the hilt to her side.

"Master!"

Nora turned herself around in her fall. Sydney was closer to reaching the calm waters below than her master was.

"Master, I can't slow myself!"

The waves were getting closer. Nora shouted, "Reach out with the force! I'll help you!"

Sydney put her hands in front of her and reached out. Suddenly, two blasts from a clone trooper blaster hit her square in the back. Nora watched in horror as her young apprentice went limp and splashed into the once calm waters. Nora breathed, "Sydney. . . NOOO!"

Nora bolted upright in the cot she called a bed. She was practically drenched in sweat. The horrible memory of her lost padawan still haunted her. It was like she would never be able to shake it. She closed her eyes tightly as if trying to force the memory to disappear.

Suddenly new images flooded into her mind causing her to roll out of her cot and fall to the ground.

Storm troopers. . . Tatooine. . . Obi-Wan. . . Help. . .

Her eyes flew open. All the Jedi were dead. How could Obi-Wan need her help. . . Unless he was. . .

"Alive!" she exclaimed joyfully, jumping to her feet.

A handsome man with shoulder length black hair burst in with his twin blasters out and ready to fire. "Nora, are you alright?"

"Yes, Dak, I'm fine," she nodded. "Change our course to Tatooine."

"Thought you wanted to go back to Serenno," he said, holstering his blasters.

She shook her head. "Not anymore. An old friend needs my help."

So how'd I do? You have to cut me some slack; this is my first Star Wars fic, remember. Please R&R!

PS: I'm going on a twelve day road trip starting June 20, 2010! Now I won't be back in like . . . well, twelve days. So in the words of Nora: Buh-Bye!