A/N: Welcome back to everyone who was waiting for the second book to show up! :)

And to all those who have just arrived, I'd advise you to start your journey by the first book of this saga, called Debts unpaid.

Good reading everyone!

Underlined passages: Chewie's speeches

Bold passages: Tani's visions

Italic passages: Mind-bound speeches

1. A still weak point.

I woke up early that day, awaken either by the horrible cold of this planet, or by the bleeps of Artoo, who had managed I don't know how to enter my room.

I sat up and quickly put a fur jacket on my uniform, grabbing my sabre's hilt for good measures. I tapped onto Artoo's head.

"What is it Artoo?" I yawned a little, but still focuses on the little droid's answer. I wasn't understanding him yet.

He started bleeping louder and louder, rotating his head towards the door, and then going to it, and I understood he wanted me to follow him.

I did as he wanted and didn't ask questions.

We quickly entered the officers' room, and Leia and her generals were apparently waiting for me. I thanked Artoo and bowed before the Princess.

"Your Highness, you wanted to see me?"

She smiled a little, but still stiff as a rock. "Yes, Knight Kenobi. Sit down, please."

For the next hour, I was then told that the Empire had gone back to Yavin IV, our ancient base, and had exterminated each and every leaving creature on the planet, to punish them for helping the Rebellion. She told me that the Counsel wanted to know if I had had any important visions during the last months.

I chuckled at the question. "I usually meditate once a day, your Highness, as you perfectly know."

"Yes, but my question was more: Have you had any visions about what might happen to the Rebellion soon?"

I sighed. "The Future can't be played with, Counsellors. If I had indeed seen anything, I couldn't tell you."

One of the generals put his fist on the table, but I calmly got up and took a pose that perfectly showed my light-sabre hanging at my belt.

"You seem to forget, sometimes, that I am part of an Order far older than any of your Republics or Empires. I won't bail. Good morning to you." I bowed and got out of the room.

!-!-!-!-!

I quickly made my way to the dining room of my section, and found Chewbacca eating some huge amount of meat, while Threepio and Artoo were playing chess, and Han was casually watching his furry friend.

I sat next to him and kisses his cheek.

"Morning to you, sunshine. You look particularly happy, today. To whom might I send my thanks?"

"The Counsellors." I chewed a piece of bread and tried not to look that much infuriated. "They try to use me like a watchdog. I hate that."

He sighed. "Life was better as smugglers, wasn't it, Baby?"

I rolled my eyes. "How many times should I ask you to stop calling me baby, Han?"

"Oh, a huge more, I'm afraid." He winked to me.

I changed subject. "Where's Luke? Haven't seen him in ages."

"Heeere we go! Told you, Chewie, that she wouldn't survive two minutes without saying his name."

Chewie chuckled. I just sneered. "You are so pathetic."

"Ooh, touched. Miss Kenobi has a so huge crush on the kid that she wants to slap meee!" He took his most childish voice, and I just smirked and Force sent him flying against a wall.

Han massaged his head for a while, and sent me killing glares, while Chewie laughed his ass off.

"Right. You can use your little tricks when you want to, but I won't stop repeating to everyone I see that you want Lukie-boy to-" And he made smurching noises.

Leia entered the room and lifted her eyebrows when she saw Han, leaned in towards me, making those sounds.

"Are you alright, Solo?"

He sat back up and winked to me. "Oh, yeah, never better!" I rolled my eyes.

"Good. Now, Luke's gone on patrol, but I'd like you to do it too later on." He nodded. "Tani...well, just do what you do usually." And she went out of the room.

I sneered. "She really thinks so poorly of me."

Chewie huffed. "You think? She can't stand to be less than yards away from the "carpet"."

I huffed too. "Really. She is such a-"

"Wohoh, I stop you there. Don't say anything harsh about the lady."

I took my revenge easily. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you wanted her to-" And I imitated the smurching noises he had done to me moments before.

He got up and kisses my hair. "You're so wonderful, Baby. Have a nice day." And he left the room too.

I sighed. "Well, I guess that my daily distraction's over, I shall now resume my meditation. See you around, Chewie."

He waved goodbye and resumed his meat carnage.

!-!-!-!-!

We were standing on a wooden bridge, Luke and I. The bridge was standing between two huge trees, and I could hear music coming from behind us. And still, his face was so sad.

He was wearing a dark Jedi outfit, and his right hand was gloved, where I guessed lied a new mechanic hand to replace the other one.

He was leaning across a guardrail.

Unlike my usual visions, where I was seeing scenes of my friends, I now was seeing an older version of myself, wearing the same plain beige Jedi outfit my father wore, advancing towards Luke, a new light-sabre's hilt at my belt.

I saw myself put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey. What's wrong?"

He took my hand in his but still looked towards the horizon. "Everything. I doubt myself."

I chuckled. "You always doubt yourself, Luke, that's no news."

He turned a scarred face to me, and I could see his blue eyes weren't glowing as they used to. "I doubt I can do this. Killing him."

I shook my head. "No one should be asked to lift a hand on a father, left alone killing him. That's not right. And yet, you have to." I pushed my other hand to cup his cheek. "And you will. Because it's the cost of victory."

He sighed, his eyes still locked to mine. "Victory has a too high price."

"All victories do."

He turned back to watching the sky, and our fingers interlaced themselves.

Before I pulled back into my own head, I heard one last sentence.

"I hate Jedi rules."

And it wasn't my voice.

!-!-!-!-!

To say that, when I opened my eyes, I was still moved by the sight of Luke acting so...well...I don't know...lovingly? towards me, is an understatement. To see an older version of myself wasn't that bad, if I was really to look like that, well, I would.

But no, it was so strange, as if I could feel his mechanic fingers linked with mine, and my hand to his face. It was so strange and yet I was so nostalgic of it I didn't hear Chewie enter my room at first.

"Tani!" He yelled louder. "Luke's hasn't come home! He's trapped in the snow!"

Once his words got to my mind, I jumped on my feet and literally ran to the officers' room.

What do you think? Less cliffy than the first chap of the first book, init? ^^

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