Author's Note: The timeline of this story is not going to match up with the original Star Wars timeline, so make sure to pay close attention! Thank you all so much for your support for this story! It hasn't really picked up yet, but it is going to start soon enough! Thank you all for your kind words thus far! I hope you continue to enjoy!

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Warnings: OOCness, unbeta'd.

Word Count: 4,140

A cloaked figure stands on top of a massive cliff overlooking a drop thousands of feet. The planet's surface around them is like a desolate wasteland, looking as if it has been uninhabited for a long time. The lone figure doesn't move, just stares out over the expanse, massive half buried ruins barely peak out over the sand that tries so desperately to consume them. As the years pass their secrets become more and more lost to the world until one day time will consume them completely.

The figure doesn't seem to notice, or care, about the ruins behind them. No, it's something over the expanse of the seemingly lifeless world that has called out to the person. They are dressed in a very heavy cloak that covers their entire body - all muted colors of black, grays, browns - and a hood up over their head. There is one thing about all of the heavy, muted color robes that stands out in harsh, desert like conditions, a dull crimson red mask. They look from side to side, as if trying to see something more than what was right in front of them.

The figure's stance is strong, but their boots, dug deep into the loose sand, makes it hard to tell if they are man or woman. They tilt their head to the side, listening... deeper, deeper, beyond the howling wind and the scampering of small sand rodents by their feet. Something so far away, it seems, but they know that it is close. What they look for it on this planet, yet it has to be buries, deep beneath the surface, that's the only way they can understand how it's gone so long without being noticed.

They shift, slightly, tilting their head a bit more to listen closer. They can hear it, just barely, over the great distance, yet it's resonance is close by. They take a moment to breath in deeply a few times, letting their shoulders rise, then fall and all of the sand blowing around them comes to a stop. Every single tiny pebble stop mid air around them, as if all of time came to a complete stand still.

Then, in the deathly silence, the hollow voice quietly echoes through it. It's hard to make out at first, the voice so hauntingly quietly, like a whisper of death over the barren wasteland, but then again, it's making this planet's history a bit more believable. Nothing truly is just inherently evil, or dark. It has to be made that way, it seems.

The figure reaches up, slowly, and touches their hood, pulling it down a bit more. The voice is soft, hard to distinguish whether it's a male's voice or a female's voice, which isn't surprising. It is so construed with time and it's own echoes that it's really hard to make out what the voice is even saying. They didn't mind though, waiting that is, they were very patient and have spent the better part of their entire life simply waiting. They were never in too much of a hurry and because of their own nature, they didn't need to feel rushed at all. They had all the time they could ever need.

Their thoughts stop, soft, quiet musings, to listen to the voice that they could finally hear now that the world was a bit quieter.

"They let me pick...which Spartan I wanted..."

"Don't make a girl a promise..."

"...could you watch me die...?"

"...if you know you can't keep it..."

"You know me..."

"Regret. Regret. Regret."

"...like the others... fast... swift... brave..."

"Sleep well..?"

"So you did miss me..."

"...had something the others didn't..."

"With all due respect... enough dead heroes..."

"This is it: Halo Control Center..."

"...it knows I'm in the system..."

"The Gravemind..."

"A collection of lies; that's all I am! Stolen thoughts... memories..."

"I do know how to pick them..."

"Wake up... I need you..."

"I can see why you've chose him, Catherine..."

"I will always take care of you..."

"...something no one saw but me..."

"I'm not doing this for mankind..!"

"...can you guess..?"

"We were suppose to take care of each other..."

"...luck..."

"...and we did..."

"...was I wrong..?"

The figure raises their hands high above their head, blasting away all of the sand and debris creating a new sort of sand storm, but away from them. Blasting away more and more and more of the sand until something metallic shimmers underneath, something lost for many years. The figure lowers their arms slowly. They have found what they were looking for. And so much more.

Ahsoka woke with a massive headache the net morning. Thankfully with everything going on, Anakin was willing to let her take the day off, and she didn't have to go to classes because of it. She just curled up on her bed and tried to sleep the headache away. Because of a Jedi's power in the Force, it makes it hard for them to just get the random, common colds that normal people are unfortunately subjected to, but that doesn't make them immune to headaches, which is really unfortunate.

Ahsoka slept the day away, getting up only twice. Once to go to the bathroom, and once to shower and eat something else before going back to bed. Thankfully, by the next morning she was feeling better. The headache had subsided, but she felt a bit weak from having hardly ate anything the day before, so that was the first thing she did, hunt down some food in the cafeteria set up in the temple. She made sure to grab Blue on her way, wishing that there was some way that she could communicate with Blue without having to plug her in to every counsel she came across.

Obi-Wan and Anakin had been very careful in explaining to her that simply by connecting Blue to the communications systems on the ship, it gave her access to the entire thing. While she hasn't given them a reason not to trust her yet, they still had to take every kind action with a grain of salt. At least for the time being. So Ahsoka is going to have to be careful where she plugs Blue into.

"Nothing connected to the security system of the temple," Anakin had said as the three of them walked away from the Council room.

"And nothing connected to the Archives," Obi-Wan had said. "I'm not sure that our systems are ready to go up against a true AI. Until we have a better understanding of what we are going up against, she stays in closed circuit systems. Alright, Ahsoka?"

The only thing she could do was agree. It wasn't like she didn't totally agree. She knew how serious the situation was, and she knew how important it was to be so integrated into it. In the short time that she has known Blue, she can already feel the connection between them growing. She's not the only one, though. Her Masters, both Obi-Wan and Anakin, have made note of it as well and were optimistic that if she really was as she said, with no ill will or plans, she would be both a good friend, and ally to have.

For now, Ahsoka is just trying to think of something that she can do so that she can speak to Blue. She's a bit worried leaving Blue alone for so long, without her being able to communicate with anyone. Ahsoka's not sure what it's like to be in that little piece of metal, but she can only imagine that it must be a bit lonely. Not being able to speak with anyone. Just alone with her thoughts. Her fractured memories.

Ahsoka went to class after she got some food in her belly, barely listening to Master Goroo talk about old Jedi history. She knew most of what he was talking about, being a bit of a history nut herself, and so she felt it safe to focus on the little piece of metal in her hand, moving around her fingers. She looks at the small blue light in the center, wondering if in some way, if that was Blue. Was she inside of the light? Was she the light? Was she the piece of metal? Was she inside the piece of metal?

Ahsoka just didn't know, but she was honestly quite intrigued to find out. In many different aspects. A big part of her, though, was worried that somehow she was making a bad decision. She was worried that her curiosity may have invited in a force that they weren't prepared to deal with, which she didn't really understand, but she knew that she dreamt something very important the night before, she could feel it, but what it was is now somehow lost to her. It's making her head hurt. She's tried meditation but it's only making her head hurt more.

"What's that?" One of the padawan next to her whispers to her. She doesn't remove her eyes from the small metal piece. She closes her fingers around the small metal piece along with her eyes, letting out a long sigh before sticking it into her pocket and turning to the padawan next to her.

"Nothing. Just a souvenir from my last time out with my Master," she says quietly. She opens her eyes and looks over at the twi'lek next to her.

"Lucky," he says back.

Ahsoka shrugs her shoulder a bit, looking forward once more. "Yeah, lucky."

"What are you up to, Ahsoka?"

Ahsoka twists around in her chair to see Plo Koon a few feet behind her, hands folded patiently in front of him. He looks like he's been standing there for a while but she's been so engrossed in what she's working on that she didn't notice that there was a presence behind her. She flushes a bit in embarrassment, reaching up and rubbing the back of her neck.

"Hello, Master Plo," Ahsoka says, standing up from her seat. "I... didn't see you there."

"You were very engrossed in what you're working on, I've noticed," Plo Koon says. "May I ask what it is?"

Ahsoka takes a moment to look around to make sure no one else in the cafeteria was paying attention to them, thankfully not. Every once and a while, someone would look up at the council master curiously, but wouldn't stare for too long. "It's about Blue," Ahsoka says softly. "I understand the need to not only keep her hidden but to also make sure she doesn't just have access to the temple security system or the Archives without knowing anything else about her, but I feel bad just leaving her alone like she is in that little piece of metal."

Plo Koon hums deep in his throat, nodding slowly. "I understand. Go on."

"So I was thinking about the closed circuit thing in the council room and wondered if it's possible to make a smaller, portable version on my arm so that she can still remain hidden, not have immediate access to anything but also be able to communicate with me," Ahsoka says, rubbing the back of her head. "I don't know, maybe it's too much for someone like me, but I feel bad, you know?" She looks up at the tall Master. "Do you understand, Master Plo?"

Plo Koon reaches down and pats her shoulder. "I do understand, Ahsoka. Your kindness and selflessness never fails to make me proud."

Ahsoka blushes at his praise. "I wouldn't say that it's kindness or anything. I just..." she hesitates, shrugging her thin shoulders, "I just feel bad, you know? Everyone used to say that droids aren't able to feel anything because they aren't made of flesh and bones like the rest of us but... I think Blue is..." Ahsoka closes her eyes for a moment, seeing the blue woman sitting alone in silence reciting three digit numbers in no discerning order, stopping to run the heels of her palms into her eyes, looking worn and tired, "I think Blue is lonely."

"How do you suppose that?" Plo Koon asks, stepping around her to sit down by her side.

Ahsoka turns to him. "I think she's looking for someone, or at least trying to remember them, but she's having a very tough time with it. I really think that she's lonely and misses them. I understand the need to always be cautious and to not trust blindly but I was also taught to follow my instincts too." She raises large blue eyes to Plo Koon's face. "She didn't have to help us back on the ship, but she did. And she has no real reason to. We didn't really know what she could do, we wouldn't know otherwise. I want to believe that she's good, but I know that we have to be careful."

Plo Koon nods slowly. He reaches out and puts his hand on her thin shoulder. "You are very wise, Ahsoka. I happen to agree with you as well. She has helped us more than we have offered her. I think I know what you're trying to do. Do you mind a bit of help?"

Ahsoka smiles up at him. "I would appreciate it, Master Plo."

"Hi Blue," Ahsoka says, sitting in one of the little secluded rooms off of the library with Plo Koon the next day.

The blue woman smiles up at her. "Hello Ahsoka, Master Plo Koon." She looks around for a moment, curiously at the plain room. "Where are we?"

"We are in the padawan library at the Jedi temple," Ahsoka says. "I'm sorry that I haven't been able to see you these last few days. We've been trying to find somewhere to put you where we can still talk to you."

"Correction," Plo Koon says, "Ahsoka has been trying to find a way to keep into contact with you. I've merely been helping her out. She's trying hard to be able to accommodate everyone." He puts a friendly hand on Ahsoka's orange skinned shoulder.

Blue smiles up at Ahsoka from a little, crude wiring platform drive about the size of Ahsoka's palm in the middle of the table. "Thank you, Ahsoka, for being so thoughtful of me. I appreciate it. And you as well, Master Plo Koon." Blue crosses her arms over her chest.

"How are you, Blue?" Ahsoka asks. "What, um, have you been up to?" She gets this look on her face that made it clear that she realized how stupid that question was as soon as she asked it. Which was too late.

Blue shrugs her shoulders. "I'm fine. My options of things to do is limited if I'm not connected to anything," she says smoothly, not a hint of anger or sadness over such a thing, just simply informing them about what she was up to. "So I have been going over the data that I already collected from the holonet, analyzing, then distributing the information into the correct information folders so that I can access them later." There is a moment of hesitation before she adds, softly, more to herself than to them, "I just... don't want to forget again." It's there again. The loneliness, painted on her face and in her words.

"Blue..." Ahsoka says softly, looking over at Plo Koon, hoping that he was seeing what she was seeing. Giving some form of credit to her words from the day before. That Blue wasn't emotionless. She wasn't just some program. She was actually feeling something.

As quickly as the loneliness was there, it's gone. "It's alright," Blue says simply. "I'm just organizing the information. It's not as quick as you think. A little time is fine. There is no need to push yourself, but I do appreciate your help." She smiles, showing she means it.

Ahsoka smiles back a bit before hesitating, looking like she wants to ask something, but is warring with herself on exactly what it is. She looks like she wants to stop herself, but then seems like she loses the battle, for she asks, softly, "Are you looking for someone, Blue?" Plo Koon looks over at her but doesn't say anything, letting her make her own choice in this.

Blue looks up at Ahsoka surprised. "What do you mean, Ahsoka? I haven't left your side since I met you."

Ahsoka shakes her head. "No, not like that. I mean, are you trying to remember someone? You keep whispering numbers and military rankings. Are you trying to find someone? Or, remember them?"

Blue looks around for a moment, as is physically looking for an excuse to avoid talking about it. Then, she sighs. "Yes," she says, "I am looking for someone. I know there is someone I have to find. Someone I'm almost positive I was with before the crash but..."

"But what?" Ahsoka asks.

"He's human," Blue says. "I know that he was human. I also understand that I have been in sleep mode for a very long time, if not for hundreds of years. I know. I... understand that while it's a stretch that I am here, I'm not living. I'm different. There is no way that he would be able to survive time like I somehow have. Logically, I understand that. But I just... wanted to know if he's okay somehow. Or..." her eyes lower, "if his death was somehow quick..." She runs one of her hands up and down her arm in a very humanoid fashion, looking genuinely sad and pained by her own words.

"I haven't heard anything about dates..." Ahsoka says with a bit of hopefulness in her voice.

Blue's smile is sad. "You're kind, Ahsoka, but that ship, the technology, has to be hundreds, if not thousands of years old. It has to be a significant amount, because nothing is the same. The only thing that is familiar to me, is humans. Yet unlike my time, like in my fragmented memory banks, you didn't come from one planet, but from multiple. Humans have different homeworlds. Something like that doesn't just occur in a few decades. A significant amount of time has to have passed in order to make it possible."

Ahsoka doesn't respond, her pretty blue eyes flickering over to Plo Koon, her eyebrows pulled together tightly. She lets out a deep, slow sigh. "I am so sorry, Blue. I knew... I shouldn't have said anything."

Blue shakes her head. "No, it's fine. You wouldn't really know unless you asked. I am... not upset," she says slowly, as if the words were strange to her. Suddenly she looks like that isn't the truth. "I don't know why I said that..."

"Blue, have you been able to figure anything else out about yourself, yet? Anything in your memory? Uh, memory banks?" Ahsoka asks.

Blue places her hands on her hips and closes her eyes. "Images that I have been able to clear up. A bit of audio feed, but nothing too concrete. Words, nondescript ones. No names or places or times. Everything is too fragmented. I still need time to be able to clean everything up." If she could run her hand through her hair in exasperation, Ahsoka's willing to bet that she would.

"How long do you think that's going to take?" Plo Koon asks.

Blue sighs. "I don't know if all of it can every be salvaged again. I may have lost everything completely. I may have to purge all of the useless data. I don't want to..." she hesitates. "I'm going to give it more time. I don't want to run the risk of purging anything that I might still be able to use... or need. I suppose." She shakes her head again.

Ahsoka nods slowly. "That's good. In the mean time, I'm going to try and fix this thing up so that we will be able to talk all the time so that you aren't just all alone. I hope you don't mind."

Blue shakes her head. "I don't. Thank you, Ahsoka. You are a true friend."

Ahsoka smiles back a bit more. "Thanks."

"What does that mean?" Ahsoka asks, looking over at Anakin, then to Obi-Wan. They moved off to the side of one of the many intricate halls within the Jedi Temple on their way to being deployed again after their week of reprieve when Obi-Wan was giving the preliminary report from Blue's ship.

Obi-Wan rubs his beard a bit for a moment in careful consideration. "Based on what those historians reported, the ship can be predated back before the rise of the new republic a thousand years ago. They say that it is much, much older than that. It's design, the metal and that it is somehow been tampered with before. They believe this is the second time it's been unearthed, but that it was unearthed somewhere else and moved to the planet that we found it on."

"Recently?" Anakin asks, crossing his arms over his chest. His scarred eyebrow quirks upward.

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "They said, and this is all just speculation right now, nothing concrete, but apparently, they believe that it was unearthed originally a few hundred years ago and placed on that planet. There is sighs of wear and tare on the metal that speaks of a very different, much harsher environment than the planet that we found it on."

"So..." Ahsoka says slowly, eyebrows pulling together tightly, "what you're saying is that someone found this ship a few hundred years ago from whatever planet that it was on and moved it onto that little farm world on the fringes of the mid-rim?" She shakes her head as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Why would someone do that?"

"Perhaps where it was originally located was somewhere too out of place..." Anakin muses, reaching up with his right hand to cup his chin in thought.

"Hundreds of years later?" Ahsoka asks, tilting her head to the side.

"What's the point of that though?" Obi-Wan asks.

Anakin shakes his head slowly, letting out a little sigh. "I don't know yet. But I've got a bad feeling about this."

"May I cut in?"

Ahsoka looks down at the little communications device on her arm. It's not the prettiest thing in the world and it still needed some tuning up, which Anakin - a tinker at heart - offered to help out with at a later date. She holds her arm up, parallel to the ground and a small image of Blue appears, eyebrows also pulled together tightly.

"What do you think, Blue?" Obi-Wan asks slowly.

"As soon as you said that, General Anakin, about the ship originally being somewhere too out of place, I..." she hesitates, looking around for a moment as if unable to find the correct words for what she's trying to say. She sighs, looking resigned before saying, "I remembered something. An encrypted file that I have been trying to gain access to just unlocked at your worlds."

Anakin looks suspicious at that. "Uh huh? And why is that?"

Blue shakes her head. "I am not sure. I thought the encryption was based on things that I would say to unlock them, but I am seeing that is not the case. I don't believe it was specifically keyed into you, General, but merely your phrasing. That's what I'm trying to say."

Anakin looks a bit more relieved at that, but still a bit weary. "Okay," he says. "What did you remember?"

"I know the coordinates of the planet that I originally landed on, before we were moved," Blue says. "And looking at the galaxy map from the internet, I've located the only possible planet that it could be. A planet called Moraband, it was deemed unlivable by the Jedi council a thousand years ago and to this day is guarded by Jedi Seekers."

"A planet deemed unlivable by the Jedi, yet protected by the Jedi?" Ahsoka says, perplexed. "Why would they do that?"

Anakin and Obi-Wan turn their eyes toward each other, frowning. Finally, Obi-Wan turns to Ahsoka and Blue, saying, "I am not really sure."

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