Hey ya'll! It's been a little while, college, work, and my art eat up my time like you wouldn't believe.

Anyway, before you get started I just wanted to point out that I added a teensy weeny scene to the end of the last chapter. If you would like, go read it, if not then that's okay. It's not that important to the story, just a little something I added to give Rosalie some extra screen time.

And now, on with the new (and last... OMG IT'S THE LAST STORY ARCH YOU GUYS THAT'S INSANE!) story arch... enjoy ;-)

**Aayla Secura's POV**

I was in some kind of bedroom. It was night outside and the long curtains billowed in the cool breeze coming in through the open window. Everything in the room was bathed in a silvery light that should have been peaceful, beckoning one to enjoy a nice rest upon the downy blankets on the large bed.

But the room wasn't peaceful to me. Something hung over the room that made my flesh prickle and rise. The night outside was ominous, making the furniture seem dark and hulking in the corners. The room was silent except for the flutter of the curtains, that silence pressed down on me like a wet blanket thrown over my head to trap me.

I drew my lightsaber from my belt but didn't ignite it, the room seemed harmless enough, it was just my gut telling me otherwise. My gut had served me well in times of trouble… and other times it had not, which was why I had chosen the middle ground—holding my lightsaber, but not activating it.

The silence and the darkness was overwhelming, like a dark presence trying to smother me. It reeked of something that I could not smell, screamed words that I could not hear. And then I felt the Force signature of someone else here in the room with me…

I ignited my lightsaber then and it sprang to life, slowly rising out the hilt with a comforting humming sound. The blue light bathed the room in something extra and I called out into the darkness.

"Who's there?"

"Aayla Secura… how big you've gotten…"

Every nerve in my body wanted me to lower my guard at that familiar, loved voice, but I didn't.

"Quinlen?" I whispered.

He stepped out of the shadows then, and his face became clear in the blue glow of my lightsaber, illuminating an angular face painted over with a yellow line—a face that I had come to associate with the word 'father.'

"Hello Padawan."

All my barriers crumbled at that and I ran to him, letting him wrap me in his thick arms as I let my hand fall, the lightsaber still humming. I was happy to see him, so relieved to be in his arms again that I didn't fully comprehend the wrongness pouring off of him like black ink.

"Master," I whispered against his warm robe. "Where have you been?"

"How are you, Aayla?" he'd avoided my question, but I didn't notice. "How are the Jedi treating you?"

"Fine," I said, stepping back. "Tholme is a good Master, I am becoming a Jedi you would be proud of under his tutelage.

"Yes, but what of the other Jedi? Are they good to you? Are you happy?"

She looked up at him, stuttered. "I'm—"

"Have you ever thought that there might be something more?"

She looked up at him in surprise. "Something more? More than the Temple? More than the Force?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed and stooped down to her level, putting a large hand on her narrow shoulder. "Something more out there—something that combines the Force, what you want to do, what you want to feel?"

Aayla began to back away, "Yes, I'd like that… but what are you saying, Master? There is no such thing."

He laughed. "Of course there is Aayla. This something more that I speak of is another side of the Force… something that the Jedi have never told you…"

And then his eyes turned a blazing yellow in the darkness…

"NO!" I sat up straight in my bed in the darkness, my heart bounding against my ribcage as if it wanted to get out.

Quinlen… Master Vos had been in my dream.

"Aayla!" I jumped at the voice coming from outside the door to my room, followed by two swift pounding of a fist upon the metal.

I slid out of my bed and hurried to the door, using my palm to open it. It whooshed open, revealing Master Tholme on the other side. He didn't waste any time with formalities—as usual—stating abruptly despite the fact that he could probably feel my unease through the Force because of my dream…

"Master Quinles Vos had been found—we're going to Ryloth."

**Rosalie Storm's POV**

There was a reason that I'd never planned to become a doctor on Earth… there was science, and science meant math, and then there was blood, other things I didn't want to mention, and just…

Yeah, there was a reason I'd never wanted to pursue a career in anything remotely similar to that of a doctor's. And, yet, here I was in a different galaxy, not a Jedi but training to be a "healer" of all frickin things. Yeah, yeah, training to be a healer made sure that I was employed by the Temple and not just sponging, and it also gave me an excuse to join on missions. I'd only been on one tiny mission so far with a Master and Padawan I barely knew, but I'd grown quite used to being roused in the middle of the night to work a shift that no one else could cover, or to help if a Padawan woke up with the Star Wars version of the flu or someone came back from a mission a little worse for wear. It'd been four months of that.

And that's also what I was doing now—Tending to the wounds of a Jedi just coming back from a mission instead of snoozing in my warm bed in the room Aayla and I shared.

Don't get me wrong, I was glad I could make this Jedi feel better after such a hectic trip.

But my bed was calling my name…

"Thank you, youngling, you are helping in the cause to defend the galaxy in ways that you do not know."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. He was an older alien that would have probably given me nightmares when I'd first arrived here. But I'd seen and been through a lot since that fateful day a year and a half or so ago, I hadn't even been startled at the sight of him. I guess you could say I'd been desensitized.

"Yup, you're welcome." I wrapped the laser-gash on his "arm" with a bacta patch and stepped away. "You should be good as new in no time."

He studied me a moment, his head tilted to the side. "You're that Earthling child… are you not?"

I groaned internally. Once the media had gotten ahold of the tiniest info of where I'd come from I'd been literally everywhere. That's why I'd barely stepped foot out of the Temple. The Councill wanted this to blow over—for the public to either lose interest or for them to start doubting the credibility of their gossip reporters.

"My name is Rosalie, assistant healer to Master Kina."

"Yes—but—"

That's when I felt the disturbance in the Force. I still wasn't very strong, so I only felt a flicker, and the only reason I'd felt that was because it'd come from someone that was close to me—Aayla. She was in trouble… but she was coming down here.

"I'm sorry Master, but Master Kina doesn't like it when I tardy long. Why don't you come back during one of my breaks?"

He tried to protest but I herded him out the door and used my palm to shut it. Blessed silence greeted my ears and I perched on the edge of a chair to await Aayla. It didn't take long. Exactly two minutes later, I felt her presence outside the door to the small infirmary room, and then I heard her presence when she knocked, twice, sharply.

I jumped down and opened the door again with my palm. "Aayla!" I exclaimed when I saw her blue face on the other side. "What happened? I felt—"

"They've found Master Vos," she said abruptly. "We're going to go get him—on Ryloth."

"We?" I repeated.

"Yes," she said, her voice cracking, revealing just how much this was affecting her. "You're coming with us."

I had never met Master Quineln Vos. But I'd heard the stories.

Quinlen Vos was born into the Clan Vos, the ruling clan on his home world of Kiffar. All Kiffarians have psychometric powers, the ability to read memories from inanimate objects. However, because of his added ability of the Force, his psychometric powers were even stronger, making him destined to become the lead Guardian of Kiffar. That is until the Jedi found him anyway.

Then the stories really started.

"He was brilliant, moody," Darsha would say.

"He was crazy," Obi-Wan had commented once, "but as fearless and a kriffing rancor." Obi-Wan never swore.

"He saved my life," Aayla whispered on our way to Ryloth. She was curled up with her knees to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyes far away. "I was born into slavery, hid all my life from the Masters so they wouldn't discover my Force ability. But when I was four, they found me and decided to use me for entertainment. They through me in a pit with the Ryloth monster—a wampa—and urged me to try and kill it."

"You were four?" I asked in belief. "And they expected you to defeat a wampa?"

She nodded. "Yeah. But Masters Tholme and Vos were on a mission on Ryloth then. Vos felt my fear through the Force—he was just a Padawan then—and he rushed to my rescue." She smiled faintly. "He told me later—when I first became his Padawan—that I helped him defeat the wampa. That it was only through our connection through the Force that we were able to defeat it."

"That's so cool," I said. "But why are you Tholme's Padawan now—if you started out as his?"

She leveled me with her hazel gaze, no longer laughing or joking as usual. "What have you heard?"

I grimaced. "There's a lot of theories in the Padawan wings: That he pushed the rules too many times and he got kicked out; That he got into drugs during a mission on Nar Shaddaa and went bonkers; That he fell in love with a witch on Dathomire and she turned him to the Dark Side… the list goes on really."

Aayla laughed a little. "He always was one to breed the stories. But, actually, the second theory isn't far off. It did happen on Nar Shaddaa and it did involve drugs. But none of it was his fault. On a mission there on the Smuggler's Moon he was captured and tortured for information. His tormentors overdosed him on a drug during the torture which caused him to lose his memory. When he woke up, he was crazy with fear and the aftereffects of the drug… he killed everyone in the room."

"…That's good… right?" I asked.

She shook her head. "He got away, but darkness had found its way to him through the experience. He regained his memories, but not after a long period of confusion and the Dark Side pulling at him. He felt he couldn't re-enter the Jedi Order after that and set out on his own. He reappears every now and then—causing havoc as usual," she added with a wry smile. "Master Tholme and I have been trying to get him to come back home ever since—but this is only the third sighting we've had of him in three years."

"I hope you get your Master back," I said sincerely.

She nodded. "Me too."

I wanted to tell her so bad—but Master Yoda's warnings prevented me from it.

I wanted to tell her that I already knew all about Master Quinlen Vos: his brilliance, his insanity, his close link to his Padawan Aayla Secura and how the Dark Side had tempted not just Vos, but Aayla as well. Not yet, maybe, but it would in the future.

This knowledge from Earth ate at me like a plague. It made me sick to think that I knew what was going to happen to these people—that Qui-Gon was going to die in a matter of years at the hands of Darth Maul, that Quinlen would lose himself to the Dark Side for a long time, that Aayla would lose her memories and go through a dark time of her own, that Obi-Wan's own Padawan would grow up to murder him.

This knowledge chewed away at me every day I spent here in this galaxy, taunting my sanity to unravel at the thought that I could do... nothing.

I awoke to the same disturbance in the Force that I had experienced the night before. Except now I could hear the disturbance as well. Wide awake now, I rolled out of my cot and landed on the floor in a crouch. I didn't know what was happening, if we had been boarded by others without our knowledge, the droid was malfunctioning again or… Aayla was having a nightmare.

That much became obvious when I crept up to her cot and saw her nearly writhing in her bed, whimpering and crying. The tears made dark streaks down her blue cheeks, almost like scars were being ripped into her skin.

I shook her shoulder. "Aayla!" She just continued to toss and turn, stuck in the throes of her nightmare. I shook harder, more desperate. "AAYLA!"

I sprang back just in time as she sat bolt upright with a cry, slicing her lightsaber blade across the space where I had just been.

"Kriff, Aayla! Snap out of it!"

She stilled, her limbs quaking but her hazel eyes opened, confused. Then she looked at the light blade in her hand, and then at me. "Oh kriff, Rose, I'm sorry." And then she started crying again.

I honestly didn't know what to do. In my two years here I'd never seen Aayla cry—not once. I approached her slowly, not really sure what had happened exactly. "Aayla, what were you dreaming about?"

She turned a paler shade of blue and deactivated her lightsaber. "I—I was dreaming about Master Vos."

"But, Aayla," that was a nightmare… I thought he was like a father to you."

"He is," she whispered. "I don't know what's happening to me—or if it's even me… We've always had a strong Force connection—especially in time of great emotional stress."

"So you think your nightmare has something to do with what's happening to him?"

Her eyes grew wide with fear.

"Aayla…" I said cautiously, worried. "What exactly did you dream about?"

"That… that he was trying to seduce me to the Dark Side."

"Well kriff," I muttered.

Just then, Tholme appeared in the room in all his huge, dark glory. He eyed Aayla on her cot with eyes that seemed to know everything. And then he said, "We've arrived."

Ryloth.

**Hayden Cade Wolfsbane's POV**

"We have a new mission for you," Master Mace Windu said, leaning his elbow on his knees in his customary pose of scrutinization.

A new mission… Kriff, finally. I'd only been back for two days and I was already going crazy.

"And what does this mission entail?" I asked, taking a wide stance and folding my robed arms.

"New information regarding Nar Shadda has reached us—"

"The Smuggler's Moon," I said. "I thought it was too risky to infiltrate that hellhole."

"This mission is different," Mace continued. "It is an infiltration mission—an undercover mission meant to find the true lord of the planet."

"There's a one ruler of the moon? I thought it was just crime rings and territories."

"Also, we thought this," Yoda warbled. "But this new information, say otherwise, it does."

"The specific details of the mission have been sent to your data pad," Mace continued. "We expect you to brief yourself tonight and leave first thing in the morning. We need to take advantage of this new information while it is still that—new."

I bowed in a show of respect that I didn't necessarily feel. "Understood. I will leave at first light." The light on Coruscant was artificial, but the expression was still used. I turned to leave, but Master Shaak Ti's voice pulled me back.

"We do not wish you to continue your assignments alone, Cade… we wish you to take backup on this mission."

I turned back, slightly irritated that I would have to deal with someone else other than my droid. "Who do you suggest?" I drawled to show my displeasure. "All the other Jedi I know of are all on missions of their own or training the Padawans.

Mace gave Shaak a slightly odd look and then turned back to me. "Not everyone is occupied at the moment," he said. "Rosalie Storm—the Earthling—is on Ryloth with Master Tholme and his Padawan. However, I do not believe that she is truly needed there. Originally, she was sent as support for her friend Aayla. But we believe that this is an obstacle that the youngling needs to breach on her own. Storm may not be a Jedi, but she is capable and has proven herself many times."

"And believe that this mission will be good for her, we do," Yoda added. "A Jedi, she is not. But used to the ways of the street, she is, from her own time in her galaxy."

I mentally groaned. Of all the people I had to get stuck with her! In the past year and a half she'd been here I had been able to avoid her her almost completely… But she was everywhere! On the tips of everyone's tongues and even in the holopapers after her mission with the Purge. She had weaseled her way into my private world when she had discovered the ability to read my thoughts and I hers. She was infuriating, her tongue quicker than a knife. Sure, she was capable, but—

"You object to this, Master WolfsBane?"

I cleared my throat and forced myself back into the present. The words I said next tasted sour on my tongue. "No Masters, no objections. I will stop by Ryloth to pick Storm up on my way to Nar Shadda."

And with a slight bow, I left the Council Room and strode down the Temple corridors, my robe billowing out behind me to show my irritation.

Alright then, time for another mission with the little Earthling. Most of me was pissed that the girl had wormed her way into my life again. But a teeny part of me I couldn't bury and absolutely refused to acknowledge... was the fact that I actually enjoyed her fire and her wit and that I was glad to see her again since our time with Zoltar and Purge…

So this was actually the chapter that I truly realized how screwed up I am over the actual timeline and stuff. Cuz - yes, ik - Aayla is actually in Anakin Skywalker's class and Quinlen Vos is in Obi-Wan's. But what am I gonna do?

Oh yeah! Do a re-write. Haha. I'm seriously so excited about the re-write though you guys, it's going to be 100x better: correct original time periods for characters, character growth, more humor and angst and all that good stuff! And hopefully it will be more unified - more like a novel and not a comedy tv show or something.

I would love some reviews with feedback on both this new chapter and maybe any ideas/things you would like to see added or improved in the EARTHLING rewrite!

TTFN ;-)