Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs. Star Wars belongs to Lucasfilm and Disney. Many thanks to my co-writer zazabelle, who has been amazing as always. Please review and critique. This was meant to go out a day ago, but sadly it took a bit longer than expected to edit it. I hope everyone enjoys this extra long chapter.

Rating: T (sci-fi violence and language)

Cenden was hauled through the corridors of the cargo ship by the Mandalorian and Shistavanen, the latter of which he assumed was the captain. He gritted his teeth in both pain and annoyance as he entered the medical bay. Or closet for that matter. The room contained almost no proper medical equipment other than standard battlefield bandages, splints, and painkillers. The commando droid laid the Devaronian, 'Nek I think he was called,' on the medical table before turning towards his captain. Releasing his grip on Cenden, the captain turned to his droid.

"Alright, get down to the engine room and get us powered up, Chol will take care of the rest." The droid nodded and loped out of the room, casting a quick glance towards Cenden before exiting the room.

The Mandalorian eased Cenden into a chair next to his patient before removing her helmet, revealing her flaming red hair, dark skin, and brown eyes. She locked him in a glare, eyes bloodshot with worry as she shoved some bacta bandages and painkillers into his hands.

"Patch yourself up, then get right to Nek. His life is worth more than yours" She growled before stomping out of the room. Cenden shivered as she went, then quickly wrapping the bacta around his leg and injecting the painkillers with a hiss of pain.

"Please, forgive my second in command. She...leans on her emotions more than the rest of us." The captain spoke softly. "My name is Soron, and this is my ship, the Raving Titan. What is your name?"

Cenden mulled over his response, old habits struggling in the face of Soron's smooth, convincing voice.

"K-Kandor. My name is Kandor." He responded, hoping his lie would appease the wolfman. He say his eye narrow slightly, before the captain nodded. "Well then Kandor, you have a lot of work to do." Cenden sensed desperation in his voice now. "Please, do whatever you must to save him. I'll be here to assist you." Cenden gave a simple nod and limped over to his patient, examining his shoulder wound.

It wasn't a pretty sight. Though cauterized by the blaster's extreme heat, the wounded could still become infected, not to mention the fact that his clothing had become fused with the open flesh in places.

"I need a plasma scalpel, immuno boosters, and bacta. Lots of bacta." Soron nodded and began to grab the required items, passing them to Cenden as needed. This went on for some time before Cenden realized that the meager supplies here wouldn't be enough. He could feel Nek's life steadily draining.

His stomach twisted in knots.

'I really don't want to do this. In fact… I'm not even sure I can anymore.' Cenden thought. 'But I need to save his life. It's what my master would want.'

Shielding the Devaronian's body as much as he could, he called on the Force for the first time in many months. It came to him like an old friend, bound by memory but awkward with time. Using the techniques he had learned to accelerate the healing process, he held his hand over the wound and began connecting and shifting the broken energies. Cenden paid extra attention to himself as he connected with the Devaronian's energy, now sharing the sickening feeling of the wound, but only for a moment.

Cenden glanced at the captain, currently searching for more immuno boosters and synthetic blood, causing Cenden to breathe a sigh of relief as the wound began to knit itself back together as he stemmed the flow of Force energy. Though he had sworn he saw Soron stiffen slightly, he dismissed it as a side effect of the painkillers. Quickly he tightly wrapped the wound in as many bandages as he could manage to make it look believable that the wound was still healing underneath. He eased himself back into his chair, his work mostly done. His leg burned, and his energy quickly sapping, Cenden called the captain over.

"He will be fine now, he just needs rest and time to heal. Be sure to change his bandages in a few days. Now, is there a place where I can rest?" He asked the captain, the pain killers starting to make the world spin a little.

"Take a left outside the door, second on the right. You'll be sharing with someone else for now, is that ok?" Soron inquired.

"That is acceptable." Cenden responded, making slowly for the door, every step dull agony. However, he was stopped by a furred hand resting on his shoulder, forcing him to turn to meet Soron's glowing yellow eyes.

"Thank you again. Me and my crew are in your debt." He said. Cenden gave a quiet nod and left the room, seeking the welcoming embrace of sleep.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"BX you can come in now." Soron spoke. BX slid from his hiding place outside the medical bay and stepped in, ducking under the doorframe slightly.

"Will he live?" The droid inquired, giving a cursory glance over Nek.

"Aye, he will. But our new friend 'Kandor' is hiding something. I know it." He said examining under the bandages while Nek slept. "Blaster wounds don't heal like that, not with normal medicine." Soron turned to BX, locking eyes with his white photoreceptors. "I believe he's a survivor, but I need you to confirm."

"What would you have me do captain?" BX responded.

"I can tell he is uneasy around you. Figure out if its from the war. He will be rooming with you, but he doesn't know that. Make him as uneasy as possible and see if you can find anything to confirm my suspicions."

"When would you like a report? I will need time to examine all possibilities and outcomes." BX explained, feeling what could only be described as dread at the concept of a Clone Wars veteran.

"As soon as possible." Soron commanded. BX nodded and left the room.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Cenden was intrigued by the room he had been assigned to. It was spotlessly clean, with a low desk and racks of weapons and tools, but no bed. On the desk was a currently disassembled DH-X rifle, yet each piece was in perfect geometric alignment with each other. And, judging by the look of some of them, custom made, as were many of the tools. He also took notice of the full suit of stormtrooper pilot armor in the corner, in surprising condition for something that was likely pried off someone's corpse. But he was still confused as to whose room this was. 'Maybe zhe Mandalorian? Or this Chol everyone keeps talking to?'

His question was quickly answered as the door slid open, revealing the commando droid from earlier, bedroll tucked neatly under his arm. Within a moment however, the droid let out a low growl, photoreceptors locked on Cenden.

"No no no no no!" The droid panicked as he rushed to the table.

His hands began to make miniscule changes to everything Cenden had touched, changes that were almost impossible to see. The droid whirled around and stomped straight towards the culprit, faceplate inches from Cenden's face.

"You. You almost ruined my work. From now on consider yourself on notice."

"Ok, what?" Cenden shouted back.

"You're lucky the captain likes you so much." It stated before taking a step back and shoving the bedroll into Cenden's chest, nearly causing him to fall over.

"He's your master. You can't do anything without his orders." Cenden rebutted.

"Clearly you weren't paying attention on Basteel. You will be staying on the right side of the room. Keep all personal items neatly organized on that side. Disturb my possession again and you will incur heavy consequences."

Cenden took the bedroll and laid it against the wall. "Up yourz clanker." He muttered under his breath.

"Call me that again and I'll show you what a true war droid can do." The droid replied from his desk, where he was cleaning a flechette launcher.

Cenden unrolled the mat and nearly collapsed onto the ground. His leg was burning, while a cold sweat began to shake his being. His attempts to calm his breathing only seemed to make him more aware of how the painkillers were melting away his calm composure.

The droid's presence was not helping.

"Help! General we're taking heavy fire!"

A memory flashed by.

"No. Shut up. You're fine" Cenden whispered harshly to himself as he took a breath and closed his eyes.

"NO! NO PLEASE!"

His eyes flew open while the room started to swim. The droid turned towards him, his mechanical eyes watching. Watching.

Cenden hands flew to his ears as he curled up tight on the mat.

"Not again, please leave me alone…" He whispered as he slipped back into the recesses of his mind.

The droids were gone.

The temple should've been safe.

But a droid is here. Why would such a terrible thing be allowed to exist?

Just keep swinging. Just keep moving. The Force is here. But is it? There is no end to the death.

The droid stepped closer to the unconscious man having a panic attack on his floor. With careful movement of his foot, he pushed the man and the mat a little further to the wall and straightened the wrinkled corner ever so slightly before backing away to see if it squared up evenly.

"Close enough." The droid concluded before reaching to his comm. "Orders fulfilled Soron."

Soron's voice came over the comm. "You already got him to talk?"

"Those were not my instructions."

"...What?"

"You said to make him as uneasy as possible, I calculated the corrected phrases and terms that should get him to reveal if he has any previous trauma to war."

"And does he?" Soron strained, his voice laced with anger or worry.

"From my scan, I would say this level of a stress induced panic attack would indicate past war trauma."

"..." Static came over the comm.

"Soron?" BX spoke. "Soron? Can I make him leave now? Him being here is throwing off the symmetry of my room."

The door opened behind BX. Soron walked briskly into the room and stopped when he saw Cenden.

Soron sighed as his hand came up to pinch between his brow.

"Ok, ya, I guess I wasn't specific enough." he patted the droid on the back, "A for effort I guess."

"Effort does not start with an A."

"Shut up and just help me move him into the extra room!" Soron yelled.

Without another word, BX took a step forward and bent down to pick up the injured man. Pulling him halfway from the ground, BX began to build momentum to put him onto his shoulder.

Cenden screamed as his eyes flew open.

The pressure built before exploding outwards away from Cenden sending BX flying across the room.

Cenden landed, nearly crumpling to the floor and stood drunkenly on one leg. His breathing rapid and his eyes bulging with confusion and fear, he stared at the droid rising from the ground and the Shistavanen staring back.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" he bellowed before collapsing onto his hands and knees.

"Whoa, ok there!" Soron rushed forward.

Grabbing his arm and wrapping it around his back, he heaved Cenden from the ground

And rushed him through the open door.

Soron nearly dragging Cenden down the hallway, he saw Lerti's fiery head pop out from around the corner.

"Lerti, actual guest room, now!" Soron strained between breaths.

Lerti nodded and ran ahead, opening the door to their extra room. Soron pulled him through the door before flopping the half conscious man down onto the bed.

He watched Lerti back out of the room. He thought about asking for her to run and get some sedatives from the medical supplies but at this point, Soron wasn't sure he would need it, the man was fading fast.

"Please… Please get away…" Cenden whispered desperately as his eyes fought to stay open.

"We have a lot to discuss, Jedi." Soron growled as the Jedi slipped out of awareness.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Soron sighed as he watched the man's body go limp. Turning to walk out, he saw BX standing in the door frame, his head tilted in curiosity.

"Did I do something… incorrect, to your instructions?" BX asked as Soron walked passed him.

"You did exactly as I said. Doesn't mean it was right on my part… I think he'll be ok but just try and keep your distance from him until he's in his right mind again." Soron explained to the droid.

BX nodded and turned to go back to his room to clean up the damage from their "experiment". The droid could almost feel what organics would call a shudder when he reviewed the memory of that man touching his perfectly organized blaster pieces.

"The nerve." he muttered to himself before turning the corner.

Soron let out a breath and turned down the hallway to head towards their lounging area near the center of the ship. Opening the door, he found Lerti already there waiting for him with two cups of stimcaf resting on the table in the middle of sectional sofas.

"I'm guessing you were needing this as much as I was." she smiled.

"Ya probably." he mumbled as he flopped onto the couch. "I feel sort of awful."

"Man, I do too. I think I pulled something in my shoulder." Lerti groaned as she rolled her shoulder.

"No I was meaning about our guest. I think I made BX give him a heart attack."

Lerti shrugged, "Why do you care? It's not like we're keeping him."

Soron looked at Lerti.

"What? No! Soron! We can't pick up another 'passenger', we can barely get by with the four of us!" Lerti complained.

"We owe him greatly."

"We owe him nothing. His whole good deed act saved Nek but that doesn't mean we can trust him, much less owe him anything!"

"I wasn't just talking about Nek, Lerti."

"Then what? Soron, we don't owe anyone anything!"

"We owe him this!"

"Why!?"

"Lerti I think he's a survivor!"

She went quiet for a moment before lowering her voice.

"Soron what are you talking about?"

"The Old Republic… The Jedi. I think he was one of them."

"Soron, the Jedi aren't real. You know I love to tell stories as much as the next guy but..."

"No they weren't. I'm old enough to remember. I'm old enough that I won't give into that awful propaganda about them! They are real, and almost none of them survived after the emperor took control of everything and attempted to wipe them out."

"How could you possibly know that?" Lerti asked with wide eyes.

"I'll tell you once we have our crew together for a little chat. That includes our hopeful new member pumped full of painkillers laying in the other room." Soron said as he turned to leave the room.

"I'm going to check on Nek. Be sure to swing by Cholmon and give him our next destination." Soron commanded as the door slid open in front of him.

"Where are we going now?"

"Let's swing by Nar Shaddaa. Beebs should be able to help us lie low for a while."

"You got it cap."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nearly a day and a half later, Nek woke up with a slight headache and a lot of questions, but to the rest of the crew, he seemed livelier than ever. Under the several layers of bandages, the blast wound was almost completely healed, Nek describing it feeling like "a ton of insect bites" but not much worse than that. Despite the crew's insistence he stay put and rest for a while, he was up and moving about the ship only about three hours after his waking up.

Needless to say, Lerti and Cholmon couldn't help but be suspicious of the miraculous recovery. Nek himself was just as confused. Soron had continually promised to explain everything, but only after they were sure their guest was going to live.

Since his "incident" he hadn't woken up. Once the crew had landed in Nar Shaddaa, they had begun taking shifts watching him, but everyone reported in that he hadn't so much as stirred once.

Cholmon shuffled into the room to take his shift. Nek sat patiently next to his savior and smiled when he saw Cholmon.

"I'm happy to be alive, I don't care why. But it seems the how is still out for the count." the Devaronian said gesturing to the human.

"Give him time I guess." Cholmon shrugged indifferently.

"It just doesn't make sense… I get shot almost clean through the shoulder and I'm almost completely healed, but he gets shot in the leg and now…" Nek sighed.

"Not to many things do Nek, now go get some rest for crying out loud. I'll let you know if anything changes." Cholmon uttered, putting a webbed hand on Nek's shoulder.

Nek nodded silently before rising from his chair and heading for the doorway. Cholmon sat down heavily with a thump. Putting his feet up near the foot of the bed, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Looks like you're contagious mystery man, 'cause I could really go for a nap right about now too." Cholmon mumbled sarcastically.

Several rooms over, Lerti sparred with BX while Soron and Nek watched, making bets for the winner. The droid and the Mandalorian seemed almost be dancing in their practice fight. BX's movements calculated and quick, while Lerti moved on her feet, looking almost carefree as she threw her punches. It was an interesting bout to be sure.

Outside, storm clouds had gathered overhead. Rain poured down, thudding rhythmically on the haul of the ship. Lightning split across the sky and thunder exploded moments later. Back in Cenden's room, the Jedi stirred in his sleep.

His eyes suddenly flew open.

With a quickly drawn in breath, he shot up into sitting position, his eyes flying about the room.

His eyes locked onto the Mon Calamari taking a nap in the chair next to the bed as he tried to piece together where he was and why he was there… The firefight, the injured Devaronian; he was on a ship.

He reached out with the Force, connecting to the surrounding area, they weren't in space, which was a start. At least he could try and find his way off the ship and hide somewhere less conspicuous than an escape pod. Carefully pulling the covers aside, he shifted his body as quietly as possible so as not to wake the alien nearest to him. Pulling one leg over the side of the bed, he held in a gasp of pain when fire ran up the side of his leg.

He looked down at the still very raw but bandaged blast hole in his leg.

'Oh ya. That.' Cenden thought as vague memories of painkillers, a droid, and a Shistavanen trying to attack him flooded back.

His stomach fluttered in panic.

They know.

Quickly placing his hand on his thigh, he connected with the living energy within himself, then to the Force flowing around him and throughout the room. Finally connecting with the tear in his being, he inhaled in pain, the little energy he had quickly draining from him. Breaking the connection, he leaned back on one hand and removed the bandages as he gasped for breath.

The wound was still there.

I must've used up more power than I thought healing that Devaronian… Did I even break the connection with him? Exhaustion quickly began eating away at Cenden again.

Focusing, he broke any bonds he had strung together and felt some energy return to him.

Well that's just great, I must've been using up my energy to heal him. Alright Cenden, just escape the ship then you can take a nap, sound good you idiot? Cenden thought to himself as he began to build momentum.

Quietly hopping up from the bed, he leaned on his good leg and the wall as he began his shuffle out from the room. His mind felt like it was in a fog as he made his way down the hallway. For the first time in a long time, he just let the Force pull him along through the winding corridors and seemingly endless hallways.

He was looking for anything that looked like a exit, any kind of door that might lead to the outside.

Cenden jumped as thunder roared overhead. Letting out a breath, he shook his head and kept going. That pulling feeling stopped suddenly as he passed a door that met at the crossroads of two dividing hallways. This did not look like an exit, but it was the only lead he knew for certain would lead him where he needed to be… Maybe.

At that same moment, back in the sparring room, Nek decided he was feeling a little run down after all and told the others he was going to go lay down for a while.

Cenden reached for the door's control panel.

Nek watched the door speed open and gasped a little when someone was standing immediately on the other side.

Cenden's eyes locked onto Nek's as he stumbled back against the wall in shock.

Soron and Lerti looked over in surprise.

BX shoved Lerti against the wall, then looked over at the door.

"You should really work on your focus. Oh and Soron, the Jedi is at the door." BX observed.

Everyone was quiet. Everyone waiting for someone else to make a move.

Soron took a step forward.

Cenden pushed himself further up against the wall.

Lerti smiled a little and stood up, "Where do you think your heading? Don't you want to introduce yourself first?"

Cenden scowled at them before replying.

"I want off this ship. Now."

Soron frowned a little, glancing at Cenden's leg.

"Why haven't you healed your wound?" Soron questioned.

Cenden's face fell, for a moment he thought about all he had to hide. How long he had been alone and hiding. He was stuck on this ship, there was no escape at the moment. There was nothing that could be done…

"Don't you think I tried? ...I'm tired." Cenden voiced in defeat.

"Well you can go back to our guest room then, you're allowed to stay as long as you need. We owe you that much." Nek spoke.

Lerti scowled a little before rolling her eyes and walking through the door.

"Come on back to the room. Soron promised answers and you're going to help out with those." she said as she walked past Cenden, gesturing for everyone to follow. "Also, I'm hoping Cholmon was just being Cholmon when you managed to sneak passed him."

"The Mon Calamari? He was sleeping." Cenden explained as he limped along the corridor followed by the rest of the crew.

"Figures." Nek mumbled in reply, "By the way, I never got a chance to thank you." he directed at Cenden.

"Don't mention it."

The group made it back to the room, Cholmon was still sleeping in his chair exactly where Cenden had left him. Lerti walked briskly across the room, quickly throwing Cholmon's legs off the side of the bed. His eyes flew open in surprise and he sat bolt upright.

"Wah!? What? Oh, um…" Cholmon's looked at Cenden in shock, "Well look at that… He did wake up."

"Ya and great job watching him for us Chol." Soron uttered sarcastically before gesturing for Cenden to sit on the bed.

Lumbering over, Cenden flopped back onto the bed, hissing from the pain in his leg. Sighing, he looked to Soron.

"What do you want?" he inquired forcefully.

He noticed a look pass between the crew members, as if they knew what was coming.

Soron stepped forward, "I want to repay you."

"You have repaid me! I saved his life you gave me a place to rest, your debt has been repaid."

Soron was quiet for a moment, just watching him speak.

"I don't think I could ever truly repay you for all you have done."

"What are you talking about?"

"I was there when the order was given… I was there when the Jedi fell."

Nek suddenly stepped forward, "Wait! So he actually is a Jedi!? 'Cause that would explain a lot."

"I. Am no. Jedi! Not anymore!" Cenden barked.

Soron stepped back in, "But you were. What was your position?"

"... I was a temple guard. In charge of protecting the sanctuaries and sacred temples of the Jedi order. Especially during the Clone Wars." his gaze became far off, his voice dropped down to almost a whisper, "The droid armies had suddenly abandoned the area, we should have been safe. But then the…" Cenden cut himself off, his voice pained.

"Then the clones attacked." Soron finished.

Cenden nodded silently.

"I was there, on one of the sites where the order was given. I could barely make out what was happening, it was like the clones just went mad. I watched them slaughter their brothers in arms like they were vicious animals. Why? Why did they do it?"

"I don't know."

"How are you alive?"

"I don't know."

"The emperor took control only days later, you must see the connection."

"I DON'T KNOW!" Cenden bellowed, dropping his head into his hands, "What. Do. You. Want? Are you going to turn me in?"

"I think he's made it pretty clear we're not going to turn you in." Lerti snorted.

"We don't fight for the Empire." Soron retorted.

Cenden raised an eyebrow. He looked slightly taken back.

"Then for the Rebellion?" He questioned.

"Pointless. All of it." Soron reposed, "So the Empire takes over the galaxy. Then what? The Empire is doing all of this for power, and what does it matter to them? What does it matter to the Emperor? And what does all of this matter to us?" he laughed, "And the Rebellion? If, or when they manage to stop them, then what? Whoever is in charge changes nothing, not really. But we," he gestured to his crew, "We are apart of a free reign. We do not fight for any side, we do not just survive. We are trying to find how to live. All of us are fighting to find a greater purpose than who's in charge of what. There really is no point to it, and we are looking for a purpose. And I think you can help us find that purpose. I think we could give you a purpose."

"What do you mean?" Cenden asked.

"Well, who better to help us find a greater purpose than a man connected to the greatest purpose?" Soron explained.

Cenden was quiet for a moment.

"You're talking about zhe Force?" he asked curtly.

"Of course I'm talking about the Force! You're kind of slow aren't you?" Soron jested.

Cenden rolled his eyes, "I don't know if zhere's a point to that."

Soron smiled, "You have reason to doubt your abilities, I'm sure. Every war leaves its scars. But regarding the Force? There is every point to it. It guides you doesn't it? It moved you to us, it moved you to save Nek. And it moved Nek to get shot in the first place. It sees things greater than we are, it makes up all things, it binds all things together, and that includes time. The Force decides who lives and who dies and how and why. You are connected to it. You are it's prophet, it speaks through you. It helps you."

"It didn't help any of us when it mattered the most! I watched my fellow guards get slaughtered! I should've been dead too! They just kept shooting and shooting at the bodies! Without remorse, without thought… Then they shot at me. I should not be alive right now."

"But you are." Cholmon finally spoke.

"Ya, I am." Cenden whispered.

"So what are you doing to do about it? What are you going to do with your second chance? How are you going to live, now that the Jedi are gone? Why did the Force allow the Jedi to die? Why do the Sith still live? And how does the rest of us fit into it? Why are we alive? What are we here for?" Soron's eyes locked onto Cenden's.

"You ask some pretty heavy questions."

"And I'm sure you'll be able to help us find heavier answers. Help us find them." Soron extended his hand towards Cenden.

Cenden hesitated before taking his hand.

"It's been awhile since I've heard anyone talking sense. My name is Cenden Sondron."

Soron smiled.

"Nice to meet you."