Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction, so some constructive criticism would be very nice. The characters might be a little out of character, but again, please correct me where I'm off. This chapter is a little bit before the episode 'Storm Over Ryloth'. Please, no flames.

I don't own anything except Kaitlyn.

Rewriting. First draft is always crap. So I'm going back and editing.

I'm a US Marine, which doesn't earn me many points where I am. In a cell. Held by the freaking terrorists I was supposed to have captured. Irony, right? Somehow, I noticed. They want me to tell them something I don't know.

I'm one of the toughest marines, but there's only so much more I can take before I give up. I've had to be tough to gain any respect in the Corps. In the end, it made me sergeant. And I'm proud. That also happens to be one of my numerous faults.

I always went out on missions even when I wasn't supposed to, because I'm a woman. But command noticed I never lost anyone, so I never got in trouble. I was he only one that ever got hurt. But it usually wasn't that bad.

Usually.

Anyways, after my latest 'interrogation', they dropped me in a cell, and I fell asleep, after randomly daydreaming about Star Wars. It's one of my guilty pleasures, besides chocolate. I was addicted to the way it always seemed to have a happy ending, even though everyone went through a whole load of crap. It made me hope I'd get out, and have a happy ending of my own here. Even though I probably wouldn't. They hadn't sent anybody yet, and I don't think they ever will. I'm starting to lose hope. This can't go on much longer, can it?

As I dozed off, I though I heard laughter, and someoe speaking about a new toy, but I slept anyways.

I woke up to the sound of voices…. speaking English? The terrorists NEVER spoke English around us. I struggled to open my eyes, and I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. "Rest little one. You look like you've been through much," a voice ordered, albeit gently and kindly.

"That's an understatement," I snorted, but paused and asked, "Who are you and where the heck am I? The last thing I remember is being thrown into a cell than falling asleep." I managed to focus on the speaker, and saw a middle-aged man with reddish air and a beard and mustache, leaning forward slightly.

He leaned back, and I groaned and sat up. I shook my head groggily, and muttered curses to myself about my current condition.

The bearded guy opened his mouth to speak when a younger guy with shaggy dirty blond hair and a scar running through one of his blue eyes walked in. He looked at me and snorted, "She's as bad as Captain Rex." He growled, "You look like you got hit by a star destroyer, and you're already trying to get up."

I raised an eyebrow and snapped, "She has a name, thank you very much. I'm Kaitlyn. And I hate sitting around."

"Ignore him. He annoys everybody, as he prefers to think with his lightsaber," the bearded man remarked, earning an exasperated glare from the younger guy. He continued, "I am General Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is General Anakin Skywalker, my former padawan. You are currently aboard the Resolute, Anakin's flagship."

No way. Star Wars characters? I don't think this is a dream; the effects of the painkillers are too accurate to be a dream. Huh. This could be fun. I nodded and then asked, "How did I get here?"

"Fives was on a mission and found you, and commed us. We told him to bring you back. That was two days ago. But you seem…odd. Important somehow, but odd. The Force tells me you're definitely not from around here," Anakin said.

I frowned as my stomach rumbled. I hadn't gotten the opportunity to eat much when I was with al-Queda, and after being out for two days, I was especially hungry. I looked up at the two Jedi, and replied, "Oh, I am definitely not from around here. A different universe, or even dimension, maybe, I don't know. But in my world, you two are just stories, made up for entertainment. Sometimes, the stories get…dark." I glanced at Anakin. His reaction was not what I though it would be. I need to stop having expectations, though.

He grinned, "So we're in stories in your world, where we don't even exist? That's awesome."

I smirked, "Do you really crash ships that much?"

Kenobi burst out laughing, and Anakin's delighted look soured. Another, rougher, chuckle sounded from the doorway.

I mentally reminded myself that I was injured and my reflexes were dimmed. However, my pride was still hurt, as I hadn't even noticed him watching. I looked up and saw a guy, obviously a soldier, wearing armor, white decorated with blue. He held a helmet under his right arm. I mentally grinned to myself. He's cute.

The trooper looked at me with amber eyes and smiled, "Yes, he does crash a lot of ships."He added, with a glance at General Skywalker, "With all due respect, sir." He looked at the various bruises that showed on my lower arms, as the grey shirt I was wearing wasn't long sleeved. "I assume your injuries happened while you were in your world though?"

I nodded, and grimaced as I began the story, "Back home, I was military, but for the last, I think, 5 months I was captured. We had a turncoat, and they knew where our patrol was going to be. We were hit with an IED, and it was chaos from then out. I was knocked unconscious, and then next thing I know I'm being tortured for information I didn't have." I looked down, and muttered, mostly to myself, "No one came. They didn't come."

He looked awkward, and murmured, "I'm sure they had a reason for not coming. Maybe they didn't know where you were, or if you were still alive. Did the people who captured you usually keep prisoners?" I remembered though, that clones were almost never found. Usually, because no one made an effort to find them.

I looked up, and gave a half-smile. "I never though of it that way before. They usually didn't keep prisoners. And we never really had any luck finding the enemy." I felt oddly comforted by the cool logic.

He nodded, "I'm Captain Rex. Torrent Company, 501st." He hesitated, "How many times were clones mentioned in those stories, in your world?"

"Many times. The 501st was mentioned most often. Along with Anakin." I looked over at Anakin, and grinned. "There were plenty of stories Anakin crashed ships in."

Rex and Kenobi both grinned at Anakin's embarrassment. Rex looked at Anakin, and said, "Admiral Yularen wants you on the bridge. He wants to know what you plan to do about the blockade over Ryloth." Rex's gaze slid over to me, "It would be helpful if some of your stories went into the future. Commander Tano, General Skywalker's padawan, is leading a squadron for the first time today."

I hesitated, and then replied, "They do." I didn't bother to elaborate, and, thinking about a blockade over Ryloth brought back a sharp memory of listening to Anakin comfort his padawan. "You'll win this battle, and Ryloth will be freed. But there's a lot of things. Casualties? Don't know. Ships lost? Don't know. There I things I can't say for sure." I didn't want to elaborate.

Rex grumbled something about me being as hard to understand as Master Yoda.

"I'm not that hard to understand, you just have to listen and think a bit." I growled. It would be a stupid idea to make an enemy of the Captain, and my voice softened, "There is generally a method to my madness, and I would never leave a soldier behind. Ever. I won't do that to anyone else. However, I'm not in command here, and I should not be making decisions because I am new here, and I don't fully understand your ways."

He nodded, accepting what I said, and looked at Anakin, "Should I tell Yularen you'll be up on the bridge shortly?"

"No, Rex, I'll go now." Anakin looked at me. "Rest. You'll be no good at all if you try to get up."

I sighed and let my head fall back on the pillow. Kenobi followed them out, using the Force to flick the lights off. I closed my eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

It wasn't lost on me that it was the first time I'd slept in a bed since I'd been captured.

I gave the pillow a hug.

I love you, pillow.

"You think she's pretty Rex" Anakin teased, "I saw the way you watched her." He chuckled as his captain's thoughtful expression turned indignant, and his golden eyes glittered angrily.

"Oh quit teasing, Anakin. I still wonder how you, my former padawan, turned out like you did. And you're just mad that they know how much you like to crash ships. She does seem wise for her age though- and a soldier at that. This could get interesting." Kenobi mused, effectively stopping Rex from grumbling at his general.

Anakin sighed, "Rex, you're dismissed."

The captain nodded grumpily, and turned towards the mess hall.

Kenobi watched him go, and then remarked, "She has a powerful Force signature. I'm glad Fives found her, and not the Separatists. And we may have to worry about the Sith finding out we have a Force user who cannot protect herself at the moment and who knows very little of our world, besides what she's heard in stories, which may not even be totally true. Although, you do crash ships a lot. However, she seems wise enough to trust her instincts."

The young Jedi frowned, "Drop the crashing ships. Although, if the there is stories about us in her world, don't you think there's stories about the Seppies in her world, too?"

Anakin's former master nodded thoughtfully, wondering at Anakin's sudden new observational abilites, and Anakin walked off towards his quarters.

Odd. Anakin usually rushes in without think, not observes.

I'm surprised he caught that.

Fives looked up at the captain with a questioning look on his face as Rex sat down with him, Cody, Waxer, Boil, and Echo in the mess. Rex chuckled and cut off Fives as he opened his mouth to speak, "She'll be fine. Her name's Kaitlyn." He snorted and continued, "She's also military."

Rex's five brothers looked at him with shock. Cody was the first to speak, "But she was so thin. And she looked like she was hit by a star destroyer."

"Tortured for the last five months. They were betrayed." Rex scowled as he sat down, crossing his arms as he leaned on the table.

Echo's eyes widened and his brother's just looked grim. Cody stabbed at the food on his tray venomously, and then spoke, "I talked to General Kenobi before he went in to talk to her. He said something about Kaitlyn seeming not from this world, galaxy, whatever. It might be interesting to hear what she says about the differences in our militaries."

Rex's scowl slowly turned into a grin, and his eyes focused again on his brothers. He smugly said, "In her galaxy, apparently they have stories about us. She said the 501st was mentioned a lot. She also asked General Skywalker if he really crashed ships that much."

At the last sentence, Fives, Waxer, and Boil broke into hoots of laughter, while Cody and Echo tried in vain to keep a straight face. Eventually, their snickers joined the others.

"Also, General Skywalker had to practically order her to stay sitting down in medbay. She seemed a bit disoriented, but she also said the last thing she remembered before waking up in medbay was being thrown into a cell. Poor kid's been through heck. She looks young, too."

The soldiers settled into a comfortable silence as they ate, until Fives comlink beeped. "General," he questioned.

"Fives, I want you and Echo guarding Kaitlyn's room. She has a powerful Force signature, and I don't want seppies trying anything." Anakin sounded grumpy, and Rex wondered briefly if somehow the Jedi knew what he had just told his brothers about the crashing ships.

"Sure thing General," Fives answered. The clones exchanged looks. "If she's a force user then this could get exciting." Rex muttered.

"We serve with General Skywalker. Things are always exciting," Fives replied cheekily.