Hey readers! This is a big moment for this story, well not really but for me, because this chapter finally broke the 2,000 word barrier that I've been having (and these messages at the beginning and end don't count). At first I thought this chapter would be difficult to fill, but the writing just came to me and flowed out. Best feeling right there.

Anyway, when I last left off, the Doctor was just about to get around to the Jedi Archives. Now we will see where that takes us as well.

The Doctor walked back inside the TARDIS. He wasn't going to leave, but he was going to get something that would make his job a lot easier. Inside, he went over to the back wall and opened up a compartment.

There you are, he thought, haven't had much occasion to use you. He pulled out a data scanning device that could be used to create a copy of anything it scanned and converted in any way it needed to be, weather you preferred old style reading, or electrical pulses if you were partially robotic. It could even restore damaged files and lettering. It looked like an old photocopier that was used back on Earth, but slimed down and much more portable. One of my own creations, the Doctor thought proudly, and it beats having to keep the original data any day. He walked out of the TARDIS carrying the scanner and went over to what Ahsoka said was the first hall for the history included there. He had no intention of looking through the philosophy part, but he might anyway because that's who he is.

Reaching the first shelf, he set the scanner down on a table and started looking though the shelves for relevant data. Since the TARDIS could translate any language, he had no trouble reading the labels on the books and data pads. He pulled out several books at a time, and put several back. He found an old book labeled, History of the Galaxy and grabbed that too, thinking it might be useful in some way, but then immediately put it back when he saw next to it, History of the Galaxy: 14th Revised and Updated Edition, which was way fatter and newer.

Let's see, he thought, I don't have time to look through each individual planet's history so reader's digests should do fine. He carried his sizable stack of books and datapads back over to his scanner and placed them on the table, careful not to make too much noise. History of the Galaxy: 14th revised and Updated Edition, first up! He opened up the scanner's lid, which was adjustable for such large books, placed the book on the scanner and hit scan. A whirring sound came and two seconds later, the side read {DATA SCANNED & COPIED}. He then replaced the book with a datapad that had the current data on what the Doctor supposed was the governing body of this Republic as Ahsoka said. After that was scanned and copied, he methodically did the same to the other materials he picked up.

After the Doctor scanned something labeled Pre-Republic Era, The Force Wars of Tython, he stared at the pile he had, suddenly realizing he had a dilemma: He didn't know where he got the stuff from, so he couldn't put it back, but he couldn't leave it out because somebody would know that somebody else had been there. The Doctor pondered his for a moment before realizing that he didn't have any time to lose and he would unfortunately have to leave the books and datapads lying on the table. Shame, I hope the librarian isn't too old to put them back themselves, he thought then suddenly realizing that he used the old librarian stereotype. Oh come on, really? I was a librarian too once. Well actually a schoolteacher, but sort of the same thing. Both have that aura to them that makes them demand respect, he thought haughtily.

He blinked and realized that he was still in the archives. Oh, yea, moving on. He moved amongst the shelves again, gathering everything that seemed like it would be useful, and he had to catch himself several times when he would start reading a book before he had scanned it. With all the materials in here, I could live out the rest of my regenerations reading this stuff. Of course, this doesn't compare to the Library, he thought, referring to the planet converted completely into a library holding a copy of every book ever written.

He also took the time to look at several busts of Jedi of the Order that had either died or left for reasons that the little plaque didn't state. There are quite a few Jedi that have died for their cause, but why doesn't it give the reasons for some leaving entirely? He shook his head and moved on with his work.

He had moved around fully through the bottom floor and the table had piles of books and datapads on it. The Doctor attempted to put them back, but only managed to put away a few before he needed to move on, still leaving a sizable pile on the table. He noticed that there was a second story to the archives, but with my tight schedule I probably shouldn't. He gathered up the data-scanner and moved to where Ahsoka pointed out where the geography and politics sections were held.

As he crossed the rotunda, he noticed that the boy in the chair was still asleep and snoring. A ghost of a smile played across the Doctor's lips, but then he shook his head and went back to work.

Once again he set the data-scanner on a table and busied himself again with gathering materials to scan. There were quite a bit of materials that the Doctor could use, so he started with trying to find star maps and charts. Before he found those however, he got several interesting data collections about how the Republic was formed, the line of chancellors that led it (though from experience the Doctor questioned how much they actually "led"), and how the system actually worked. Many of the books and pads seemed like they haven't been used in a while as there was some dust left over on the Doctor's fingers. Only a few of the more recent additions seemed like they were used, but not much.

Curious, the Doctor thought, even in a library as this, books should be at least cleaned. He looked over his shoulder at the boy sleeping and thought, probably what he's supposed to be doing besides sleeping. But one person, a boy, for the night shift? There should be more helpers than that. Is there a worker shortage, or have all the Jedi decided to take the night off?

But then he was reminded of something Ahsoka said earlier about a planet called Geonosis and a battle that took place there: "eventually fighting broke out on a planet called Geonosis when Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi found out that the Separatists were building a droid army. A group of Jedi arrived to try and stop the fighting, but most were killed in the initial battle. They would have all been killed if not for the clones…"

So that's why there are so few Jedi here, he realized, they're all out fighting a war or were killed in he opening battle. A shame really, I might have even been allowed in if I asked politely. War has a bad habit of creating mistrust and fear.

The Doctor shook his head sadly then got back to work. Several books had general briefs about different societies in this galaxy and their cultures, which the Doctor thought would be handy, considering that he didn't know, or remember, anything about this universe. He searched some more and finally found the star charts he was looking for. He gave a loud "Ah-ha!" of satisfaction before he remembered where he was and quieted down. The boy at the desk had moved slightly, but was still sleeping. The Doctor shook his head; I've got to be more careful. Anyone could come in at any moment and ruin Ahsoka's plan. He paused a moment, I wonder how that's going. No alarms have been sounded so everything must be good so far.

He scanned the datapad with the star charts on it and found a few more, one was interestingly called Exploring the Unknown Regions: Notes, Hyperspace routes, and New Discoveries. He scanned all the ones that he found and once again couldn't find where most of them went so he left them on the table again.

He was about to make one last trip around the hall when his eyes caught something. He stopped in mid step and turned around. At the beginning of the hall, at the shelf closest to the rotunda was one of those bronze busts of a Jedi. But that wasn't what caught the Doctor's attention; there were plenty of different busts around ranging from humans, to a species that had long skinny necks. No, what was different about this one was how familiar this one looked.

The Doctor stepped closer to this one and stopped right in front of it. The Jedi in question was a young woman with three head tails. Her face was rounded and her chin was small and slightly boxy. But that wasn't the only thing. She was a Torgrutan, and her facial markings were exactly like the only other Torgrutan the Doctor knew. He looked at the plaque to make sure, but in his hearts he already knew it. He had had his suspicions ever since they got on speaking terms and she accidentally let it slip a few times. But what the plaque read changed his original thoughts.

Ahsoka Tano

Born: 1 BrS

Clawmouse Clan

Jedi Padawan 13 GrS - 15 GrS

Helped win the Battle of Christophsis, coordinated the defeat of a Separatist fleet over Ryloth, destroyed major droid factory on Geonosis with Barriss Offee, defended the king of Mon Calamari, saved the population of Kiros from slavery, helped free Onderon from Separatist control, among other heroic deeds.

Stayed true to her convictions even in the face of overwhelming odds.

Left the Order in 15 GrS due to differences with the Council

"She is fearless. No one has her kind of determination."

-Anakin Skywalker, her master.

The Doctor stared at the plaque. It's so descriptive, yet explains so little. Why did she leave exactly? What caused her to disagree with the Council? So many questions I have to ask her before I go. He stopped. Before I leave her. I have to; she wouldn't be the same if she stayed with me. Like so many others she would be changed, not herself anymore. I can't do that to anyone again. I've caused so much damage, so much pain. I cannot! How can I even consider taking her with me! He thought with disgust.

But something began to gnaw at the back of his mind, a little voice that said, "You need someone to keep you under control."

I can do that myself. The Doctor thought.

"Oh really? Since when?"

I've always been able to.

"You forget to though. Even worse is when you choose not to. Do the words "Mars Base One" ring a bell? Or how about Time Lord Victorious?"

That was a mistake, it won't happen again. But even as he thought that, he knew how weak that sounded.

"Of course it won't, until you decide to do it. Then you'll do it again, and again, until you can't stop. Is that what you want? To become ruler of Space and Time?"

No! I will not! I cannot, and I know where I'm going with this, the Doctor thought, I'm trying to convince myself to take Ahsoka along with me to make sure I don't go off the deep end again. What's really interesting is that I'm arguing with my own mind and I can almost feel myself losing, he thought. Now is not the time for this.

"Very well, but you will find yourself in this position again very soon." At that the voice disappeared back into the Doctor's mind.

Well that was interesting, the Doctor thought with some amusement.

*Knock*

The noise reached the Doctor's ears and he froze, his head still bowed looking at the plaque. What was that? He thought with some fear. Was that my imagination?

*Knock*

The Doctor's head shot up at the second knock, now that he knew it wasn't in his mind. The words came back to him; the prophecy. He will knock four times. Those words haunted him, and will continue to haunt them until he stopped them… or they stopped him.

*Knock*

At the third knock, the Doctor spun around to confront the sound. He started when he saw the culprit. It was a young human male with brown hair that was long enough to go to his shoulders in the back. His eyes were a deep blue and were filled with questioning and an intense emotion that the Doctor couldn't identify. There was a visible scar along the right side of his face that showed that he had experienced action before. He wore dark brown robes bordering on black. The man's right arm was covered in a black glove, but the Doctor could tell that it was a cybernetic replacement arm. The man had this hand still above the table and was in the action of knocking again when the Doctor turned around.

The man lowered his hand and placed it on the table. His eyes narrowed in suspicion and he opened his mouth. "What are you doing here?"

The Doctor only had one thought in his mind: Uh-oh.

I'll give you three guesses as to whom the Doctor encountered, and the last two don't count. So what do you think is going to happen now that the Doctor is caught? Will he get out of this, or will he be captured? You'll find out soon enough! Insert maniacal laughter here. Heh, sorry.

So that's it for now, and as always R.R.F.F.

-OrangeGalen

*Note, BrS means Before the Great Re-Syncronization, and GrS means Great Re-Syncronization. I believe that it is the correct date system that the Republic uses, because they wouldn't know about the Battle of Yavin yet, which is what all the dates in Wookieepedia are in. So the dates in this story are 1BrS=36BBY, 13GrS=22BBY, 15GrS=20BBY. It currently 20BBY during the story.