"I can't believe Hawke left you in my care." Kiva sighed, tightening the bandage on the Jedi's arm. "'Full responsibility'. Pah." She stood, picking up the robe she had to remove from the woman, and setting it aside on a chair. She looked back at the sleeping Jedi. "But... I suppose you are like him. He probably feels obligated. I shouldn't be mad." She watched as the girl suddenly gasped for air, her eyes opening widely. "Whoa, easy there..." Kiva smiled, keeping her still. "You had a run in with a Sith and lived. Not many people can say that."

Elara coughed for a moment, looking around, before her eyes fell on Kiva.
"What... Where am I... who are you...?"

"Relax, the name's Kiva. You're on a rebellion cruiser. Or... a less glorified one." She smiled, flicking her red hair over her shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Elara." She whispered, sitting up as soon as Kiva would allow. She rubbed her head. "How did I get here...?"
"Hawke decided to rescue your ass from that Sith back there, brought you with us. I hope you didn't have any plans on Tatooine – It'll be hard to get you back down there."

"No... No I was just... Nothing important... I was just... hanging around..."

"That's a strange thing for a Jedi to say..."

Elara looked up at Kiva, her eyes wide.

"You can't tell anyone." She warned. "People have tried to turn me over to the empire before."

"Relax, we understand. We're not here to turn you over. We're part of the Rebellion fighting the empire. And we could use a Jedi."

Elara chuckled a bit.

"I am no Jedi. Not the one you're looking for, Anyway." She looked down at her hands. "Hey um... I don't mean to be a bother but... I don't know how long I've been out for. I was wondering if... maybe you had something I could eat."

"Sure thing. Follow me, and take it easy." Kiva watched as Elara attempted to stand, still a little lightheaded. She followed the woman out the hall, where she led her to the galley. The Cathar was here, eating some kind of fruit.

"Hey hey, look who's up." He smirked, Juice from the fruit trailing down his lip. "Hawke will be wanting ta speak with ya first chance he gets."

"I... I don't actually know who that is" Elara whispered, watching him with a little caution. She knew just by looking at him, the muscle bound creature was capable of ripping her arms of in a second – Jedi or not. His body was covered with a short dark fur, glistening in the light from the cabin. He smirked, and looked back to his fruit.

"You will lass."

"Jax, This is Elara. Elara, Jax. Jax is our heavy weapons specialist."

"It's good to meet a Cathar." Elara smiled, looking him up and down. "I can't say I've met many."

"And I could say the same about you Jedi." Jax laughed, pushing some fruit into her hands. "Eat up; you're going to need it." Elara looked down as a small droid pushed past them, whizzing around and beeping loudly. It seemed to be holding something in its retractable claw – what it was, Elara couldn't make out before he took off out the other door.

"Hey! Get back here!" Syrin raced into the room, skidding to a halt as she saw the Jedi. "Oh, hey"

"This is Syrin, Our sharp shooter" Kiva smiled. "And that droid there was our ships new maintenance bot."

"Nice to meet you... You're Corellian, Right?" Elara smiled, picking on her accent.

"How did you... yeah" Syrin smiled. "Yeah I am. Sorry, I gotta go find that droid. He stole the memory core from my datapad..."

"He's a cheeky one. Doesn't seem to be causing any harm though." Kiva smiled. "Sometimes I wonder how Hawke manages to talk me into these things." She sighed, and shook her head. "Come on, We'll find Him, and Kane too." She led Elara out of the galley, and down the corridor. She knocked on one of the doors. "Kane?"

The door slid open, and Elara found herself face to face with the boy from the marketplace.

"Hey." He smiled at the two of them. Elara watched him curiously, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

"Kane, this is Elara."

"We've met." Elara chuckled. "Good to put a name to the face."

"Met...?" Kiva frowned, her hands on her hips as she glared down at the boy.

"So uh..." Kane rubbed his head nervously, quickly finding a way to change the topic. "Are you really... a Jedi...?"

"Um... it's complicated." Elara whispered, slightly distracted from the strange pull the force had around the child. She folded her arms across her chest, studying him. "I'm surprised you're not-"

"Hey, You're up" Elara looked down the hall at the man drying his hands on a rag. "I was just fixing the hyperdrive. We can blow this joint any time we want."

"Ships mechanic?" Elara chuckled, noting the grease on Hawke's clothes. He looked down, and smiled a bit.

"Nah, that's Jax's job. The name's Hawke. We met on Tattooine."

"Yeah I remember you. You stalked me through the market district."

"I did. And you ran away." The two seemed to glare at each other a little.

"I'll just... leave you two to talk" Kiva smiled, heading back to the bridge. "What's our destination?"

"Caurascant." Hawke smiled, watching her disappear. He turned his focus back to Elara "So, I've been meaning to talk to you. Come this way."

Kane watched as the two left. He could feel something strange about her, But not in a bad way. It was like... They shared something.
"What... was that...?" Syrin whispered, stepping out from around the corner. She approached Kane, her eyes on the two adults as they headed into a nearby room.

"You saw it too?" Kane asked, taking his eyes away from the Jedi.
'That this was harder to miss then a dead bantha." She frowned. "Something... weird is going on between those two... and they only just met."

"Maybe... they were meant for each other." Kane shrugged. "I mean... I hear that kind of stuff happens..."

"You're kidding me right?" Syrin frowned at the boy. "She's a JEDI. Jedi don't love." With that, she continued her path down the hall, leaving him to his own thoughts.

"Just saying, it could happen!"

"So... can't help but notice that lightsaber. We were lead to believe that the Jedi were wiped out in the war." Hawk started, taking a seat at the briefing table. He smiled at her as she sat opposite him.

"Most... Most of them were." Elara whispered, taking a seat at the conference table. She looked down. "My friends, my masters, my padawan... I lost them all out there. Maybe they made it out like I did... but I'll never know." She smiled at him, feeling the force around him too. Stronger. More confident and defined...

"Sorry to hear that." Hawke frowned. "I lost many friends in the wars too. It was a hard time." Elara nodded.

"Let's not dwell on it." She smiled. "So. Kiva tells me you're the rebellion. Or part of it."

"Yeah." Hawke sat back in his chair, watching as Elara finally ate the fruit she had been carrying around. "We've been on our own for years, somehow found each other. We picked up Kane a couple of weeks ago. The boy has no family and no place to go."

"So you plan on picking me up too?" Elara asked. "I can't think of another reason why you would have brought me here."

"Well actually..." Hawke chuckled, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. "I was hoping you could assist us with at least some information. I'm not one to keep a Jedi here against her will."

"I see. Well... I'm afraid I won't be much help." She sighed. "I don't know much more than you do. After the Jedi vanished all those years ago, the rebellion scattered into the remains of the republic. Anyone who spoke out was reported to the empire, just as they are now. I'm actually surprised to find that there're still those opposing them." She smiled again, leaning back in her chair. "So tell me about your place in this war against the empire, Hawke."

"My place?" Hawke asked, unprepared for her question. "Our place... Well... we're just five people against an entire army. We're basically just trying to figure out as much as we can... recruit as many as we can... before we make any larger plans. As we are now... we'll be killed in moments if we're not careful."

"That is true." Elara frowned. "But I unfortunately no longer have contact with any one I knew in the war. The clones all turned on us, the Jedi were slaughtered like wamprats and anyone else who assisted has since gone into hiding."

Hawke seemed to sigh.

"Well... at the very least perhaps you would consider joining us? We could use a Jedi by our side."

Elara fell silent, watching him. She signed a bit, almost seeming... annoyed. Hawke frowned. Had he... offended her?
"Do you think I'm stupid?" She asked quietly, leaning forward on the table. Hawke watched her, surprised. "Do you think I don't know you're a Jedi?" Hawke fell silent, and looked away.

"I haven't been one in a long time."

"Nor have I." Elara watched him, smiling. "Look, Hawke. You and I are probably the last ones left. I say we make the most of it." She stood.

"Wh... What do you mean?"

"That boy in there? Kane? Surely you've noticed." Hawke stared at her.

"I... yes..."

"Train him in the ways of the Jedi." She smiled, leaning over the table. "It will probably be the biggest help to your cause."

"Me...?" Hawke frowned. "I... I can't. I lost my Padawan –"

"As did I." Elara stood tall again. "I have lost more padawans than you've lost lightsabers. I never once gave up. Give it some thought."

"Why can't you train him?"

"Because you are the one the force has bonded him with, of course." She headed to the door, smiling a little to herself.

"Elara – wait..." She looked back over her shoulder. "Maybe... you can teach me. You know the training of the old masters. I was trained during the war." Elara frowned, turning to him.

"Many of the Jedi that started their training during the war did not have time to learn the proper ways, many were too old." She looked him up and down. "But none are too old to learn. I accept." She smiled at him. "But... This stays between you and me. You will approach Kane when you're ready to take him under your wing. Until then, we are the only ones who know your Jedi title."

Hawke nodded, and watched her leave. Perhaps this would work out better than he thought.

"Sooooooooo..." Syrin smiled as she joined Kiva in the cockpit. "Did you notice it too?"

"Notice what?" Kiva asked, kicking the ship into hyperdrive.

"Hawke and the Jedi" She slipped into the seat beside her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kiva frowned, continuing to enter co-ordinates, before getting up.

"You know you do" She smirked. "There's something there – between them – instantly."

"Calm down Syrin." Kiva sighed. "You're imagining things. You're what, fifteen now? It's natural."

Syrin frowned, getting up too.

"Not imagining it. Kane saw it too."

"Sure he did"

"Saw what...?" Hawke asked, appearing in the doorway. He seemed... different. Happier.

"Nothing. Just... some space dust." Syrin frowned, and ducked past him. He watched her leave curiously, and took a seat.

"That was odd." He turned to Kiva, brushing off the girls strange reaction. "I spoke with Elara. She doesn't know much more than we do. It looks like she was doing the same thing as us after the war ended."

"I see. So she doesn't know if there's more Jedi or a Rebel base?"

"Not at all." He leaned back, kicking his feet up on the controls. "But... I'm sure she knows a few places where the rebellion used to hide. I didn't want to quiz her on it just yet – she needs her rest."

"Fair enough. We'll be at Coruscant in a couple hours. We should all get some rest. Where is she staying?"

"Med bay, I believe. She headed back there after she and I spoke." Hawke leaned back in the chair, his hands behind his head.

"That's alright. We're going to have to get a new bed installed on this ship if she's staying. Is she?"

Hawke frowned a bit.

"Yeah... She didn't seem to keen but... She's staying."

"You didn't force it on her, did you?"

"No, of course not." He frowned, almost offended. "She knows the situation... and agreed to help."

"Good. Don't need an angry Jedi." She smiled at him, and turned the ship to autopilot. "Come on, you need your rest too and so do I." She walked past him, and disappeared into her quarters.