Me: Star Wars Rebels season 2 has arrived!

Family: Oh, no

Friend 1: It's coming….! *cries hysterically*

Friend 2: Take cover!

Inner Fangirl: *crashes onto stage* Star Wars Rebels is back! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SLKFJDSJOEGFJFOJDFFKJ:JFD!

Brain: *sarcastically* Yay… No more focusing in class….

Stomach: STOOOPPP!

Me: So sorry friends and family but your summer break is over!

Inner Fangirl: Finally the dark ages are over and Rebels is back!

Me: But we don't need to annoy our readers so enough of that and on with the story!

Cora's POV

Today has just been incredibly weird. I didn't know what in the name of the galaxy I was getting into but I just seemed to follow orders in a daze. I knew I could trust these new people but I was still worried that the rebels would take me back to her in the end. All of my life I had been told over and over again by my parents that my different abilities were a curse, ones I should never use under any circumstances. Now these two women come up to me and announce that my curse is not a curse, but a gift, and now I'm getting enrolled in this...academy to learn how to use it. I shook my head exasperated. My mind hurt. These people say they don't work with Ahsoka but then how do they know her? And if these were the people from my mother's stories then how are they not dead? My mother said they were all wiped out, so how can these two remain?

"The refugee camp is just out there." The women with black hair-Alliah said, jerking her head in the direction of two huge metal doors. The lassat nodded his head and walked off to the doors. The girl waved goodbye to Ezra and ran after the lassat. Alliah then turned back to us. "Well, I suppose we should get going then. You don't want to be late for your first day of class." I tried to swallow the nervous lump in my throat but failed. It has been ages since I have gone to an academy, but I still remember the struggle to not be on the bottom of the social staff. If this place was anything like the Imperial Academy I attended when my parents still believed in the Empire then I have to get away. Tonight.

I studied Ezra. He just casually followed Alliah, occasionally staring at a sculpture of a warrior in awe before moving along. He seemed to trust her but he also trusts Ahsoka. I decided that I should probably keep my guard up for anything suspicious. Just in case.

"How will this work?" Ezra finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Well, you won't attend here every day obviously, since you are constantly on missions with the Rebel Alliance. But when you do come to visit, which you guys should seriously do more often, you'll just attend the class you left off on."

"Oh, okay."

"But what about me?" I finally spoke up.

Alliah turned her head back, still walking, and smiled at me. "Well, you're staying here so you get to attend for six days every week."

"What do I do on the seventh day?"

"The seventh day is downtime. We don't want to run you guys into the ground."

I nodded my head absently. "Am I allowed to leave?"

Alliah stopped walking and Ezra almost ran into her. She turned around, her face mixed with confusion. "I suppose you could." She replied hesitantly. "You are not kept here like a prisoner, but this is the safest place you can be. Inquisitors will find out about you eventually; they always do. So we need to prepare you to defend yourself and possibly others."

I nodded, thinking over the information. Alliah stood there studying me for a beat before carrying on through the hallways. A little while later we finally stopped in a small wing. There were four doors, two on each side of the hallway. I peered in one of the small windows and saw a small group of younger children; many of different races all sitting in a circle around an adult female Zabrak who appeared to be instructing them about something.

"That's the younglings' classroom." Alliah pointed out. She walked across the hall where another door and window was. The room was blue, not like my light blue skin, but like the seas on Kamino. It was much neater with tables lined up in straight rows with data pads in each place. The biggest noticeable difference between the two classrooms; this one was empty. I couldn't see anyone in this room.

"That's odd." Alliah muttered. I looked up to her. Her brows were furrowed as she appeared to search her memory for an explanation as to why this classroom was empty. I suddenly heard young children shrieking with laughter. Surprised I whipped around and saw the group of younglings in the hallway with their instructor. Alliah turned around with and called out to the Zabrak. "Hey, Auvrai, do you know where Kaida is?" The Zabrak called Auvrai turned to Alliah. "Yeah, the Padawans were good earlier this morning so Kaida took them to the training room as a reward."

"Thanks!"

"No problem." Auvrai replied and continued directing the hyperactive younglings down the hallway.

Alliah then guided us down another set of twisting hallways. Until we approached a set of new doors. They hissed open and the biggest training room I've ever seen played out in front of us. Some of this technology I haven't even seen at the Imperial Academy. There were a few people in each station but there was a horde of kids about my age over at an obstacle course with a Hapan female who I was assuming Kaida. We casually walked over to the group and Kaida separated herself from the laughing teens to meet us halfway.

"Hey First Lieutenant, new kids to enroll?"

"Yeah." Alliah set her hand on Ezra's shoulder. "This is Ezra. He's only going to be here part time."

Kaida nodded and looked over to me next and smiled. She seemed nice. I could tell she was patient because the kids in the class were going nuts but she still still wore a patient but firm smile. I would've pulled both of my lekkus out if I were her. I felt Alliah's hand rest on my shoulder. "And this is Cora. She's a full time student."

"Well hello and welcome to your new class." Kaida turned to the class. "Padawans, come here." The chatter almost stopped completely except for a few giggles and whispers. Everyone gathered behind Kaida. My face suddenly started to heat up and I had to resist the strong urge to run and hide.

"Everyone, this is Ezra and Cora. They will be attending class with you from now on."

Caryn's POV

"Ahsoka, how could you?" I accused.

"He was fine!" Ahsoka protested. "After a while." She added under her breath. I threw my hands in the air, exasperated. "You could've sent in a different rebel cell!" I pointed out.

"Well-" Ahsoka stopped, trying to think up an excuse as to why she couldn't have sent in a different group. "I thought Ezra would've liked to meet Rex and it wouldn't have meant as much to the other cells. They didn't know who the clones were."

"That's a good thing!" I nearly shouted. "Kanan could've had a PTSD attack!"

"But he didn't." Ahsoka nervously pointed out.

"Pretty kriffing close!" I cried. Ahsoka didn't reply. She just nervously looked around. I let loose a frustrated sigh and buried my face in my hands.

"Clones. Really, Ahsoka!" I finally snapped, facing her again.

"Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor didn't do anything to hurt anyone." Ahsoka replied defensively. "But did they try to help anyone? Or did they just do nothing." I pointed out. Ahsoka opened her mouth but slowly shut it when she realized I had made a pretty good point.

"You see, Ahsoka. You left before the Massacre. In your mind, clones are still the friends we used to joke around with during the Clone Wars. Your joyful and exciting memories aren't tainted with the horrifying images of the people you trusted your life with turning against you. You didn't watch your master fall to protect you from their blasters. Or the younglings running to them for protection only to be cut down. You didn't feel everything around you fall to pieces!" I had started the speech quiet but now I was shouting. The emotions were raw again. I could see images of that night flashing before my eyes.

"I know I wasn't there." Ahsoka replied softly after a while. "I'm sorry about that. The Massacre was all my fault."

I sighed, guilt starting to creep into my mind. "Ahsoka, it wasn't your fault. It would've happened even if you stayed."

"Yeah, but Anakin." Ahsoka trailed off. Unease started to fill me. How long had she known about that?
"Well, I find it hard to believe that it was just because you left."

She nodded her head but I could tell that didn't change the way she thought about it. "I attended her funeral.." Ahsoka murmured, a far away look growing in her eyes. "I was with the mourners." Padme'. I knew Ahsoka was close with Senator Amidala but I never imagined she would be among the mourners at her funeral. I, myself, just found out about her death four years ago. Before then all I cared to pay attention about was work and food. But when I found out, the sadness wore me down. She was fantastic person and a well respected leader.

"She was pregnant." Ahsoka added quietly. My eyes widened with surprise. Padme' was pregnant? How long had she been pregnant? And more importantly, with who? "Do you know who the father was?" I inquired. Ahsoka shook her head no. I sighed.

"Well," I began after a while. "Is it possible that you could put the clones with another rebel cell?"

Ahsoka sighed. "Not really. The other cells don't have that much room. And Ezra really does seem to like Rex."

"But you do see where that's going to cause issues, don't you?"

"Yeah, I-I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you." I sighed with relief.

"No problem, Commander." A small smile tugged at the corner of Ahsoka's lips. "Fulcrum out." And with that, the holo transmitter shut off. I sighed and pulled a hand down my face. Glad that's over.

Me: Well that was a pretty quick update considering the massive piles of homework I have sitting in a corner of my room.

Inner Fangirl: Always Two There Are comes out tomorrow!

Me: Yes, and like always, I will be staying up till 2 to watch it!

Brain: *sarcastically* Yay… We will certainly fail that Spanish test on Thursday due to lack of sleep and focus..

Stomach: I've been so miserable these past month! Someone kill Dave Filoni, or make the series stop!

Inner Fangirl: NO! The stomach is not of importance, Rebels is!

Me: I'm sorry stomach. I know I've been neglecting you. I promise I'll take my meds today and tomorrow to help you.

Stomach: Hmm.. I suppose I could work with that.

Friend 1: Okay guys, here's the plan. We avoid her until Monday. She should've cooled off by then.

Friend 2: Okay, mission "Rebels" is a go.