A big thank you to all of you who have patiently waited while a got my life together! I made sure this chapter was extra long because you guys deserve it.

Disclaimer: Though it's been awhile, I still own nothing but the plot.

Obi-Wan wondered out from the tent into the cold night.

'She's wrong,' he kept telling himself. 'She's wrong.'

Deep down, however, he couldn't help knowing Ahsoka was right. He was Anakin's master. How could he not have prevented this?

The wind blew through his hair as his steps sunk into the sand. He walked for a while, taking deeps breaths in an attempt to calm his anger and anxiety. The night was peaceful and he wished to meditate, but knew it was unwise to use the Force at all with people searching the planet. Besides, he did need to get back to Ahsoka and Luke. He turned around.

'I shouldn't have let her get to me,' he thought regrettably. 'She didn't mean to be harsh. She had a nightmare. She was scared and not thinking straight. I should have been more understanding. She did have a point.'

As he scolded himself, he noticed the wind becoming harsher and sand beginning to lift off of the ground. Obi-Wan began to quicken his pace, knowing that a sandstorm was likely to occur. As he navigated between two sand dunes, he began to hear shuffling nearby. Fearing that Ahsoka was out looking for him, he climbed to the top of one to survey the area. It was then he saw the three banthas speeding toward him, and the masked men riding them with swords. He knew Tusken Raiders when he saw them.

'My luck can't get any worse,' he thought.

As they got close, one swung his staff and Obi-Wan ducked and jumped back in-between the dunes. He ignited his lightsaber and jumped into the air slashing one of the banthas in the neck, causing it to fall over. The sand began swirling higher, and the wind began to become fierce. Another raider jumped off of his bantha and attempted to stab Obi-Wan in the chest. Obi-Wan swung his lightsaber through the staff, dismantling it. The third raider caught Obi-Wan off guard, knocking him onto the ground from behind and pinning him down. The others joined, standing over him.

At this point, the swirling sand had turned into a full on sand storm. His lightsaber had fallen and been blown out of reach. Panicked, he reached out with the force, hoping to draw his weapon to him. Unfortunately for him it wasn't coming quick enough. After a moment of arguing with the others, the Tusken ignited its staff. Refusing to give up, he closed his eyes and let go of his fear. He surrounded himself with the force and its power surged through him. He then unleashed it to his surroundings. The wind picked up, and he could feel the sand coating his skin. When he opened his eyes, the Tuskens were sprawled out far in the distance. The tops of their staffs were sticking out of the sand. Obi-Wan stood and, feeling recharged, fought the pounding storm to make it back to the tent.

Ahsoka laid on her sleeping bag with tears brimming her eyes. She was sure something had happened to Obi-Wan. The Jedi Master had been gone far too long, and had no shelter from the storm. She reached over, took Luke from his makeshift crib, and held him close.

"If only I hadn't opened my mouth without thinking…" She was cut off by a loud scratching noise against the tent. Someone was desperately trying to pry it open. Fearing the worst, she stood with Luke tightly in one arm and her lightsaber in the other.

"Ahsoka!" Obi-Wan screamed. She immediately put both down and opened the tent. Sand blew in rapidly as the man entered. She shut the tent and hugged him.

"Thank the force you're alright! Master, I am so sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I just…"
Obi-Wan hushed her and broke the embrace, giving her a large smile. "Do you know what the difference between us and Vader is?"

"What?" Ahsoka asked, surprised the battered Jedi wished to continue their earlier conversation.

"He gave into his fear, hate, and bitterness. As long as we don't, nothing can stop us from taking back the galaxy. I no longer just believe that, I know that."

"OK," Ahsoka replied. "I know those things lead to the dark side. What I don't understand is how you know we can take the galaxy back, I mean..."

"There may be few of us left," Obi-Wan interrupted, "but the Force is on the side of the Jedi. I'm ashamed that as a Jedi Master, I did not realize it sooner. A dark time has come to the galaxy, and we have let our own pain and anger keep us from seeing that better days will come, so long as we let them. We have to let go of the thoughts that cloud our judgment, and focus on the achieving those days ahead with our strength and the Force on our side."

Ahsoka had a contemplative look on her face that soon faded into a smile. "Wow," she said. "That was a speech worthy of Master Yoda."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Why, thank you, I do."

Both laughed wholeheartedly, releasing the tension that had built up in their hearts and minds. Ahsoka suddenly reached out to grip the side of the tent. Remembering her situation, Obi-Wan became concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ahsoka said after a moment, letting go and shaking her head. "I just got a little dizzy."

"Rest," Obi-Wan ordered. "I'll keep watch until we get the all-clear from the Lars'."

"Are you sure? You look pretty worn out" Ahsoka commented.

"Looks can be deceiving my dear," Obi-Wan replied. "I feel better than I have in a long time."

Hours later, Owen commed Obi-Wan with news that the Empire had left the planet, and that it was safe to return to the Moisture Farm.

"Just be careful," he advised.

Early the next morning, they were back. Beru was more than happy to hold her nephew again, though Ahsoka found it hard relinquish him.

"They brought lists of all the Jedi yet to be accounted for." Owen informed them. "You two are near the top; just under a 'Yoda'. It has pictures of everyone, and they're offering a hefty bounty to those able to turn you in dead or alive." Ahsoka reached out and took the list, examining it.

"They must be taking these around the systems." Obi-Wan said. "With all the clones, they could distribute these to everyone pretty efficiently."

"We're done for," Ahsoka said.

"Am I hearing negativity?" Obi-Wan questioned her.

"No," Ahsoka sighed, "honesty. They got into the records and have our most recent pictures. Plus, the bounty for us is too good for anyone to pass up."

Obi-Wan thought.

"You'll definitely have to move out of the city." Owen said.

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied. "We'll have to change our appearance and identities as well."

"Just tell me the things you need and I'll send Owen to fetch them," Beru said.

"OK. Thank you," Ahsoka replied. Obi-Wan could sense she was uneasy about the situation.

"I'm going to go put away the speeder," Owen said, heading toward the door.

"I can help," Ahsoka said.

"No, that's alright, but thanks," Owen said, giving her a smile before exiting the house.

"You two just need to relax. I'm going to put Luke down to sleep and put some food on the stove," Beru said, leaving the room herself.

Obi-Wan sat down on the couch and patted the spot beside him. Ahsoka sat down.

"What is it, padawan?" he asked.

"Nothing, really. I mean I understand why we have to change our identities. It's just weird that we're pretending to be different people. Hiding ourselves, for who knows how long."

"I know, but like I said, look ahead." Obi-Wan told her.

"I know," she replied.

Later that day, Owen was out shopping and Beru was talking with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka about name changes.

"Have fun with it! You can choose any name in the book," she encouraged as the two Jedi stared at a list of possibilities they had made.

"It's hard," Ahsoka complained. "This decision seems so final. I now know what parents go through. I don't know what suits me other than 'Ahsoka.'"

"Come on, didn't you ever imagine about having a different name as a child?" Beru asked.

"The only other thing I ever wanted to be called was 'Jedi Knight," Ahsoka replied.

"Ben," Obi-Wan replied.

"Well, I know I'm not a 'Ben'," Ahsoka replied, giving Obi-Wan a confused look.

"Not for you, for me. I'm going to go by Ben."

"Ben Kenobi. I like it," Beru said.

"Me too," Ahsoka agreed. "How'd you come up with it?"

"I found out a while ago that I had a brother named Ben. It always felt right to use his name if I could not use my own. Since it had meaning to it, I could always remember it on intense undercover missions." He replied.

Ahsoka thought. "Suna," she replied. "We were best friends as younglings but she caught a disease on a clan trip and died before she could become a padawan. She was one of the kindest and most compassionate people I've ever known. I'll take her name."

"I think that's a marvelous idea," Obi-Wan complemented.

"Me too," Beru replied. "Well Suna and Ben, all you have left is to find a look."

A few hours later, Suna and Ben were giggling like children playing dress-up, as they put on various clothing items. They also thought other differences they could make to themselves with the products Owen had retrieved.

"You could do something drastic like flowers," Ben joked as Suna thought of ways to change her facial markings.

"Oh, yeah," she said sarcastically. "No, it has to be something simple so I can paint them on the same way every day, and blend it with my actual markings." She stared in a mirror as Ben put on a hat. Owen and Beru came in carrying some more bags. "Here's some shoes and stuff you can try," Beru said.

"What do you think?" Ben said referring seriously to the hat. It was a baby blue fedora with red feathers angled upward on each side and a large yellow stipe running down its center.

"I'm going to give Luke a bottle," Beru said, holding in laughter as she walked out of the room.

"I think its ugly," Owen said, "but it's up to you."
"It's big enough to cover my hair, though," Ben replied. "Besides, I bet the style is coming back. It's classy in a unique way. I could be like Cad Bane," he said looking to Suna. "This could be my trademark."
She just shook her head, laughing. "I don't even think Cad Bane could pull that off."

"You know what you should do?" she said, suddenly getting very serious, "shave your beard."
"What? NO!" Ben replied.

"Oh come on!" Suna protested. "The only time I've ever seen you clean shaven is when you were disguised as your murderer."

That earned a suspicious look from Owen.

"It's like a part of me," Ben protested.

"Yeah, and everyone knows that," Suna argued.

He sighed, knowing she was right.

"You could dye it." Owen suggested.

"I don't know," Ben replied.

An hour later, the two Jedi looked in the mirror side by side at their new selves. Suna had adjusted Ahsoka's eye markings so they bordered her entire eye in a neat circle. Her cheek markings were extended and filled in. She wore a simple brown tunic that was belted with a brown leather belt, tan leggings and brown laced-up boots. She had turned Ahsoka Tano's padawan braid into a bracelet so she could keep it with her. She also had a tan cloak that she could wear outdoors if necessary.

Ben had trimmed his beard to a goatee and dyed his hair to blonde. He wore a tan shirt with a brown vest, pants, and boots. He had a brown cloak for outdoors.

After a moment of staring at their reflections, Suna spoke.

"This is so strange."

"Well, we'll have to get used to it," Ben replied. "Because for now, this is who we are."