"Sorry for that I said." Skywalker apologies to Alice.

"No matter. I understand it. You have just another problem in me. I didn't do it because I wanted to. It just happened."

"I don't say it's your fault, Alice. I don't mean that it's your fault, it's just a play of the fate that you appeared here."

Alice is abashed. "Where are we going now?"

"First to find Ahsoka and then to registrate you on the IDIO."

Alice giggles. "Where?"

"IDIO - Inter-Dimensional Immigration Office. It was IMPA before. Independent Merchantry Pirate Alliance. When independent wasn't a swear-word. Now they closed it."

"Why is it a swear-word?"

"We forgot to tell it to you, did we? It's a war here but now, when the tunnel appeared, we made a temporary peace so we can deal with the things."

"Still, why independent?"

"Our enemies call themselves Confederacy of Independent Systems. That's the reason."

"Eh..yea. And... who is Ahsoka?"

"My padawan."

"Padawan?"

"My apprentice. We call them padawans here."

"H'm. But why I understand you? You are speaking English here?"

"No, you speak Basic."

"Er... I am sure I am speaking English."

Skywalker shruggs. "This must be some coincidence. Most of the people that came here didn't speak English or Basic."

Alice looks around. "This is a damned big house," she says.

"This is the Jedi Temple. In the good times, there were lots of Jedis. Young and old, human or non-human. But now... the war changed it all."

"We had a great war in my home, too."

"Yes?"

"We call it a World War. They were two."

"We call ours the Clone Wars."

"Why?"

"We don't have an usual army but a huge army of clones."

"Clones? Why?"

"We made them obedient and physically fit. They're better than ususal troops."

"So no losing among civilians?"

"Oh... it's not that perfect, but these are limited. But we are losing lots of Jedi. Clones need Generals and Jedi are leading them. But we lost lots of Jedi in fight."

"Oh. Are you fighting, too?"

"Yes."

"Is war hard?"

"Harder than people think."

They get to the corridor with lots of people walking there.

"Master Leem! Master Leem!" Skywalker shouts at a Gran standing at the door on the left.

Gran Jedi looked up and smiled on him. "Master Skywalker. Finally back home in the Temple?"

"Yes." Skywalker answers and walks to her. "Master Leem, haven't you seen Ahsoka?"
Leem nods. "Yes. She is with other padawans on the landing point. Some flighty padawan allowed some visitor to fly with his masters' starfighter. He crash-landed of course. She is helping there."
"Thank you, master Leem." Skywalker says. "May the force be with you."
"May the force be with you, too, Anakin. And with your charming ward, too."
Alice blushes. "Thank you, master Leem." she says and stares on her three eyes.
"We have to go, Alice." Skywalker warns her and pulls her away.
Alice tosses and walks away with him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just..." she starts apologizing.
"Staring on people is unbecoming, Alice." he hisses.
"I know, but... she has three eyes!"
"I know. She is a Gran. Grans have three eyes."
"I have never seen this! People in my world have two eyes, usually. And the unlucky ones have only one."
Skywalker stops and turns so he sees into Alice's eyes. "It's not jsut about unbecoming behaviour," he says boldly. "I don't have time to teach you what beseems and what not when I must teach the same to Ahsoka. She is a twister by herself, I don't need any other troubleshooting girl."
Alice is a bit...shamefaced. "I will try not to do you any problems." she beeps.
Skywalker breaths out. "Thanks." he says. "I'm sorry."
"No matter." Alice says.
They continue their way to the landing point.

*-/**/*

I needed him to be a bit mad on her, he is no the type to just let things be...

Peace, love and Sith,

Darth Moya