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WARNING: I haven't told you guys, but this story is going to be just slightly more explicit than my other stories. Just because Lux and Ahsoka are both teenagers, and I think we have all seen that they do like eachother. We saw it just before Lux left at the end of 'A friend in Need'. Also, there will be a very small amount of bad language, also coming from the fact that Lux and Ahsoka are both teenagers, and I'm sure all us teenagers have said some swear words in our time. But, please, continue reading. Thanks for listening, sorry about the rant.

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Ahsoka slept on the floor, a light, ripped blanket covering her small frame. Her chest rose and fell quickly, nearly too fast for her to really be asleep. She shifted in her sleep, moaning. She was sleeping close to the entrance, but hidden behind a crate to protect her from the harsh and icy winds that blew through.

The Ming Po women worked around the Togruta, deciding to give the exhausted child the rest she needed. They could tell she needed the sleep, so they left her be. Anyway, they suspected that she wouldn't be of much help, being a Jedi and all.

They were cooking breakfast at the moment. As the meat cooked, they sat and talked quietly, not wanting to wake Ahsoka up. Minutes later, Ahsoka woke up to the smell of meat, and maybe some sort stew, filling her nostrils. It smelt really good. Different from what they had cooked – well, what the Ming Po women had cooked – yesterday. Training to be a Jedi didn't involve learning how to be a chef. She could cook little things, but not whole meals.

She pulled the blanket up to her chin, and curled even more into herself, trying to keep the warmth that she hadn't felt for good twelve hours. Though, the thin scrap of blanket she had didn't do much, considering she was lying on the damp, hard floor. She'd slept on floors before, like on missions, but this was a lot worse than those times, because it was never this cold.

The loud clanking sounds of the pots and pans kept her awake, but they were somewhat comforting to the tired young girl. Just when she felt herself happily drifting off again, a hard, metal boot smashed into her back. "Get up."

"Kriff off." Ahsoka groaned, sitting up to rub her back. The Mandalorian looked surprised.

He kicked her again. "Get up!" He snapped angrily.

"Alright, alright!" She climbed to her feet. She looked at him as if to say, 'are you happy now?'

"Now get out, our leader wants to speak to you." He said.

Ahsoka shrugged he shoulders gently and walked out the tent, gasping quietly as the freezing cold air hit her bare skin. It was freezing. She stopped suddenly, having no idea where to go. Which tent was it again? They all look the same!

"Move!" He pushed her forward. Kriffing heck, how was she supposed to know where she was going?

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Lux sat on a crate, staring at his slightly swinging feet. He'd barely had any sleep last night. All he got was a light scrap of a blanket, and there were no beds, just the hard, cold floor. He had leant against that crate all night, and now, his back was aching terribly, and he had a numb and freezing backside. It certainly was not comfortable. Also, his cuffed wrists made it even more annoying.

He heard Ahsoka shout something, and then watched her being pushed into the tent. She looked freezing. Her body has shivering terribly, and she was coated in a light blanket of snow and dirt. It appeared that she had had barely any sleep, too. There were bags under her eyes – and he was certain his eyes didn't look too different – and she still looked half asleep. Her bruised face didn't make it look better either.

Vizsla came through the tent a moment later, taking off his helmet and brushing the snow off it. He set it down on a crate, "Well, Mr Bonteri. What are we going to do with you two? It seems the Jedi won't make a good servant." He smirked and glanced over to Ahsoka, who was being held by the same Mandalorian who bought her in. "Come," He motioned towards the Mandalorian guard. "We shall discuss what should happen to them. Get two guards to keep an eye on them…"

Then they left the tent. As they walked out, a cold draft blew in, sending shivers down both the teenagers' spines.

"What do you think they'll do to us?" Lux asked.

"I have no idea." Ahsoka sat down next to Lux on the crate, her cuffed, shaking hands resting in her lap. She looked at him. "How did you sleep last night?"

Lux rubbed the back of his head, "Not too good. What about you?"

"Me neither. I feel like crap." Just then she yawned, and quickly moved her hands up to cover her mouth. Lux laughed a bit, but Ahsoka didn't seem to notice. "I wonder why they haven't killed us…"

"What do you mean?" Lux asked. He shuffled a little closer and ducked his head slightly when Ahsoka lowered her voice.

"Think about it. Before Artoo saved us, Vizsla was going to kill me. He hasn't done anything like that to me or you. What if he wants to use us or something?"

"I'm sure they'll just make us their servants or something. What else could they do?"

"What else couldn't they do? They won't make us servants. I'm a Jedi! They know I can escape or something. They'll plan something bigger for us…"

Lux seemed to have realised what Ahsoka was trying to tell him. She was right.

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Later on, the two teens heard a scream from outside the tent. Ahsoka instantly shot up, the blanket that had been draped over her shoulders falling to the ground.

She dashed out the tent, only to be pushed back by two pairs of strong, armoured arms. Outside, she had seen a Ming Po woman being pushed to the ground, and a Mandalorian aiming his wrist blaster at her. The two Mandolorians that had pushed her back into the tent aimed their flamethrowers at her, but Ahsoka wasn't intimidated. She tried to look through the gap in the tent flaps. She sighed silently when she didn't hear the blaster go off, and saw the Ming Po woman getting roughly yanked up. Ahsoka shuffled across the floor back to where she had been sitting before. "Here," she said to Lux, picking up the blanket, "I had it earlier; it's your turn now." The two guards went back outside.

"Thanks," He muttered quietly, taking the blanket and pulling it over himself.

Suddenly, Ahsoka's slouched form straightened dramatically. She quickly glanced towards the tent flaps. She stood up, one hand supporting her slightly bruised back. She poked her head out of the flap. Immediately, she was shoved back in. "I need to go to 'fresher!" She snarled.

One of Mandalorians chuckled, he came in and pointed to the corner of the room, "There's a bucket over there."

"If you think I'm taking a piss in that thing you've got another thing coming." Ahsoka threw out her arm, pointing the old and rusty bucket. She literally growled at him, baring her teeth.

The other Mandalorian came in, helmet tucked under his arm, eyebrows raised. He tossed an amused glance over to the one Ahsoka was yelling at, and gave him look what something like, just take her.

The helmeted Mandalorian motioned for her to come over, and then he stomped out of the tent.

Just as Ahsoka started to follow, she felt Lux grasp her arm. "Ahsoka, what are you up to?"

"Well, I don't need to go to the refresher if that's what you're asking," she winked at him, "and I know what I'm doing."

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"Right," Lattus, Ahsoka discovered, was the Mandalorian's name, gave a gentle push on her back, making her stumble into the small tent.

The first thing Ahsoka senses picked up was the horrific smell. Pinching her nose with her fingers, she looked around, trying to find a way to escape the 'refresher'. She looked around, frantically looking for an opening. She noticed a bit of the tent that hadn't been nailed in properly, and the tent cloth was blowing about a bit. After checking the coast was clear, she lifted the flapping cloth, and quickly climbed under it. She pushed herself to her feet – which was quite hard when your hands were cuffed – and dived behind another tent.

Now she was going to do some investigating.

Being descended from predators, Ahsoka was brilliant at sneaking around. Crouching down slightly, she peaked around the side of the tent. There was no one there. They must still be discussing about what they wanted to do with her and Lux…and Artoo, wherever he was. She hoped the little Astromech was alright. He'd probably made friends with those droids again.

Just as she started to run behind the next tent, Lattus ran past yelling, "The Jedi has disappeared!" and running into the largest tent. Her montrals also picked up someone – which sounded like Vizsla roaring, "What?"

The Padawan could hear booming footsteps. She could also hear the gentle clicks of their wrist guns being changed to stun mode. Great.

Seriously, why did these things always happen to her?

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