Alright the road trip is over and here's my next chapter! FYI: '…' means I'm skipping scenes. Plus I forgot to write down everyone's ages:

Nora (present time)- 37

Obi-Wan (also present time)- I think like 41 or 42

Enjoy! And comment please!

-Flashback-

"Father, what do you mean 'clone army'?" twelve-year-old Nora Dooku asked.

Tyranus Dooku glared down at her with a fire of hate in his eyes. "Noranna, how many times must I tell you not to call me father? If the council were to find out then you and I both would be banished from the Jedi Temple."

"Sorry, my Master," she said, gazing at her feet.

"Now as for that army," he said walking to the other side of his temple quarters. "That is none of your concern. And if you mention it to anyone, you will be severely punished."

Nora nodded solemnly and turned towards the door as if to leave.

"Did I dismiss you?" Dooku demanded.

She quickly whirled back around. "No, my Master. My apologies."

"There is another matter I need to discuss with you," he informed. "I noticed that you disclosed to a youngling your full name not too long ago. A boy by the name of Kenobi."

Nora turned pale. "Please, my Master, forgive me. I forgot to hold my tongue."

"I will forgive you on one condition," he said with an evil glint in his eyes. "Dispose of this Kenobi, and our secret will die with him."

Nora stiffened. "Y-Yes . . . my Master."

She trudged to the door with a heavy heart and opened the sliding door. She stepped into the wide, empty corridor, and the door slid shut behind her. All of a sudden, in a blur of motion, a familiar figure held a luminous, blue saber to her neck. She gasped and was forced up against the wall by an invisible force.

"H-How long were you standing there?" she breathed unevenly from the shock.

"Long enough to know what you're plotting," Obi-Wan replied, not loosening his tight grip on the hilt of his lightsaber. "You won't get away with it."

Nora grimaced. "I'm not going to hurt you; I swear on the Order of the Jedi!"

"Prove it," he barked.

She quickly detached her lightsaber from her belt and threw it. It clattered to the ground a few feet away. Obi-Wan took one of his hands off of his lightsaber, and using the force, he lifted her lightsaber hilt off the ground and into his hand. He attached it to his belt and deactivated his lightsaber.

Nora breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll explain everything later. Right now, we must get away from here."

Obi-Wan looked at her curiously. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

She nodded and let out a long timid exhale, "Yeah, you could say that."

...

Nora's sharp eyes scanned the sandy deserts of Tatooine. Why was she hiking through the gritty dunes of such a merciless planet for one measly Jedi? She had asked herself that question many times throughout her quest. The main reason because of the relationship they had developed with him over the years. He had been like an older brother to her. And he was the only Jedi who knew that she was not Noranna Sevaki—he and Master Yoda, that is. Obi-Wan hadn't turned her over to the Jedi Council as any other Jedi would have. She planned to return the faver.

"Nora! Will you tell this stupid astromech to quit—agh!—shocking me? He only listens to you for some reason!"

Nora turned her head, her very short hair bouncing around her ears. Her space pirate friend who was weighed down with camping supplies and rations was being tormented by a small orange astromech that was using its extendable electrifier mechanism to repeatedly zap the buff pirate.

She chuckled, "Arseven, leave him alone."

R7-T4 let out a series of whiny bleeps and retracted the tazer. Nora turned her attention to the man. "Pick up the pace, Dak."

"You try carrying all this junk," he grunted.

She crossed her arms and glared at him, her eyes narrowing. All of the supplies on his back began to levitate several feet above his head.

He rolled his eyes, "Oooh, a Jedi magic trick. Big whoop."

She broke her concentration with the force, and all of the packs fell on him. Arseven let out several mechanical noises that resembled laughter.

"Eh, shut up, you stupid astro-droid," Dak retorted, gathering up the supplies.

Satisfied, she turned away from her old friend and began to continue her long trek. She was cleverly disguised as a female space pirate wearing a loose but thin white shirt with long sleeves and a black vest that had a hidden pocket on the inside in which she kept her lightsaber. She had a belt that held two holstered Serenno Blasters and a few grenades and half charges.

The roar of engines caught her attention in the canyon a few feet ahead of them. Rising out of the canyon, the hull of a huge Imperial cruiser became visible. Eventually the entire cruiser had lifted itself out of the canyon.

"Obi-Wan's in there," Nora said, matter-o-factly.

Dak squinted at the huge, heavily armored cruiser. He gave a nervous bark of laughter, "Heh, y'sure he's not in a smaller ship? Like a TIE Fighter or something?"

"Positive," she said, force leaping high into the air. She jumped high enough to grab hold of a loose cable on the side of the cruiser.

"Nora, wait!" Dak shouted, dropping all of the supplies—again.

Arseven whirred with alarm. He activated his thrusters and attempted to fly after her. Nora used her free hand to take remove her comlink from her belt. "Arseven, stay with Dak! I'll be back soon!"

Arseven retreated and deactivated his thrusters. Nora reattached her comlink to her belt and began scaling the rough side of the Imperial cruiser.

She climbed to the very top of the ship. As she struggled to keep her footing, she searched for the external filter for a ventilation shaft. Finally, she found it. Reaching inside her vest, she withdrew her lightsaber. The luminous, acid-yellow blade materialized and for a moment, she was captivated by it. Memories flooding through her, good and bad. She recalled the exhilaration of a challenging lightsaber duel.

Shaking her head, Nora was plummeted back into reality. She carved a hole with her blade next to the filter. As the round, severed piece of hull clanged into the large vents, she leapt inside. Surprisingly, the vents were rather roomy. She switched off her lightsaber but still kept it in her hand. As she navigated her way through the shaft towards the large cockpit, she came to a grating in which she could see into the cockpit below.

"General Tongu, sir, we successfully captured the Jedi. He put up a fight, but we managed to retrieve his lightsaber." The commanding storm trooper handed a familiar looking lightsaber to a human general.

The general stared down at the hilt. "Lord Vader wants him alive, you know."

"I know, sir. We used stun blasters only," the clone said.

"Good," Tongu nodded, "As soon as we get out of this atmosphere, we'll send a transmission to Lord Vader telling him about the Jedi."

Nora decided to make her move. In one swift motion, she sliced the grate off with her now powered up lightsaber and leapt into the cockpit. She landed gracefully and used the force to snatch Obi-Wan's lightsaber right out of the general's hands and into hers. She activated the blue saber along with hers.

"'Ello," she remarked with a fake British accent, "Is this a bad time, general?"

The seven other storm troopers that were busy working the cruiser's controls abandoned their posts and grabbed their blasters, training them on Nora.

"There's another Jedi?" Tongu demanded from no one in particular.

"Unfortunately for you, yes," she grinned.

Tongu pointed at her and ordered, "Troopers, shoot to kill!"

...

Fifteen-year-old Ace Solo sat on the edge of the deck of a huge wooden boat. His brown hair just barely touched his shoulders and curled a bit outwards. His skin was well tanned by Corellia's scorching sun, Corell, and his eyes were a deep shade of brown.

He had been taken from his family, John and Margaret Solo and their toddler Han Solo, only a year ago by an old coot that considered himself the 'last real pirate'. Ace was waiting for just the right time to through Captain Jorga overboard and turn this ship around. Unfortunately, that time didn't seem to be any time soon.

"Solo!" a gruff voice from behind shouted.

Ace jumped to his feet and whirled around. Jorga's first mate, Dickson, stood behind him with a hateful glow in his eyes. He had a rugged beard and was heavily built. He also had bad hygiene.

Dickson reached down and picked up the mop that Ace had left on the ground. "I thought I told you to swab the deck!"

He hurled the mop at Ace with a brutal force. Luckily, the teenager managed to catch it. Dickson drew his pirate sword and pu tit a hair's length away from Ace's throat.

"I don't play games, boy. If you want to live, you'd better do as I say," Dickson growled.

The large man sheathed his sword and stormed off. Ace rubbed his neck nervously and sighed. He splashed the end of the mop into the bucket of sudsy water and half-heartedly swept it across the wooden planks of the deck.

Something in the water below caught his eye. It caused him to turn pale and drop his mop.

A blonde girl only a bit younger than him was floating face up in the water. Her eyes were closed and two blaster holes were in her chest. She wore a dirty, dark pink-rose colored shirt with long baggy sleeves and one silver band just below each of her shoulders. Deep brown leather was arranged in a way over her shirt that made it look like a very long vest. Two crisscrossed belts held it together with what appeared to be a lightsaber attached. The leather overlapped pale brown pants that were stuffed I nto boots.

He slowly walked up to the wooden railing and peered over the edge of the deck. At first, Ace assumed she was dead. Then he noticed her lips part and her chest raise as she breathed in.

He thought fast. The anchor was directly below him, and it was only a few feet above the water. The cabin boy climbed up on the handrail and blanced himself as he stood up straight. He dove off of the rail and into the water.

Ace surfaced, his head bobbing in the water. He swam towards the girl and wrapped his arm around her waist. He kicked his way towards the anchor, dragging her beside him. Grabbing hold of the rusty metal, he threw her over his shoulder and climbed up onto the anchor. He began to scale the chain. Finally, he grabbed hold of the railing and hoisted himself and the girl onto the deck. He laid her down gently and knelt over her. He looked over her injuries carefully. The two blaster holes were right where her heart was and were threw-and-threw shots.

Suddenly, the skin and clothes started to regenerate. He breathed, "Argonite."

She was apparently one of the humanoid alien species notorious for defying all medical logic and science and regenerating themselves where they had been injured—the Argonite species. Her eyes fluttered open without warning. He grinned nervously since he was sitting over her awkwardly.

Obviously assuming the worst, she narrowed she narrowed her eyes. The next thing he knew, she had him pinned on the ground and held a luminous maroon blade to his neck.

"So you are a Jedi," Ace noted.

She glared at him. "What gave it away? The lightsaber?"

"Some thanks I get for saving your life," he muttered.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded.

He replied, "I just fished you out of the sea, Princess."

She took a quick glance around without raising the blade from his neck. "Is this Corellia?"

"Nah, it's Coruscant," he remarked.

She rolled her eyes agitatedly. As the blade retracted into the hilt, she got to her feet. Ace did the same.

"Who are you?" she questioned.

"Name's Solo," he beamed a lopsided grin, "Ace Solo. You?"

She hesitated, "Sydney Jetts."

She turned and headed towards the stairs leading off the deck and towards the captain's quarters. Ace's eyes widened. "Uh, what are you doing?"

Without turning around, she informed, "I'm going to negotiate with the captain of this vessel."

He raced after her and blocked her way. "You can't do that."

"And why not?" she demanded.

"Well," he looked her up and down, "You're a woman. Women aren't supposed to be on a pirate ship like this. They're bad luck."

She put her hands on her hips. "You really believe that?"

"No," he replied and glanced at the captain's quarters. "But Captain Cuckoo does."

"I'm pretty sure he'll listen to a Jedi Knight," she said stubbornly, bumping his shoulder as she brushed by.

He turned around and looked at her funny. "You're kinda young to be a Jedi Knight."

She stopped. "And you're kind of young to be a sailor," she shot back, still heading towards the captain's quarters.

"I'm not a sailor!" he protested.

"What in Davey Jones' Locker are you shouting about, Solo? A big burly, blue alien stepped out of the captain's quarters. He looked to be a very buff Twi'lek with tentacles for a beard. He also had a mechanical arm.

"Uh, nothing, Captain Jorga," he replied quickly.

Sydney looked up at the Twi'lek. "So you are the captain?"

He squinted at her and swayed a bit as if he had had a few bottles of rum. "A lass? On my ship? Dickson!"

"Aye, Captain!" The first mate raced up the staircase from the lower levels of the boat.

"What is a lass doing on my ship?" Jorga shouted.

"I'm not sure, Captain," he replied sending Ace a hateful glance. "Solo must've smuggled her onboard."

"I want both of you landlubbers off my ship NOW!" Jorga ordered.

"Gladly," Sydney said, "But first, could you turn us towards shore?"

The captain cackled. "Head north for a few months, Lassie and you'll be swimming towards shore!"

"It would be more generous if you'd take your ship a bit closer to shore, don't you think?" Sydney asked, slightly irritated.

Ace stopped paying attention to the pointless conversation and began to notice the rest of Jorga's ruthless crew creeping nearer with blasters and daggers in hand. Ace quickly looked around for something to fight with, and his eyes fell on a wooden barrel that had the butts of several laser rifles pointing out. He crept up beside it and glanced inside. Different kinds of blasters from different planetary systems were piled at the bottom. He reached in and grabbed a set of twin blasters.

The odds were against them, but Ace had never gone down without a fight. And now wasn't going to be any different.