A/N: Hi! I was bored, so I decided to write another chapter. Hope ya'll like it. (oh yeah, I don't own Star Wars, but, most of the characters are mine, not all, but most) um, is a little sappy.

Chapter 2

Night, silence, dark, penetrated only by a gentle whir. The tiny medical bay and its beds all full of warm, silent, sleeping bodies, their breathing a steady, soothing cadence, save one body. Kinsa Jinn was awake, because she is afraid to sleep, because she wass afraid to dream, because she knew what she would see. She ould see her dead master, Jare Odin, fighting the new sith Lord, she would see a thousand Jedi die, cut down by either clone trooper's bullets or Anakin's light saber, she would see a youngling, running, then cut in two, by a former friend. She would see three ships explode, each bearing knights, masters, padawans and younglings; each full of friends. When slept, she knew she would see her friends die. Once the Jedi were great, now, there were only a handful left. Kinsa got up quietly, so as not to wake the others, and slid out the medical bay's door. She walked blindly, fighting to keep her chin down, her mouth up, her eyes dry.

Finally, she entered the mess hall. There did not seem to be anyone there, so she entered and found herself staring out a window, not at the stars, but at her reflection. She was a young girl of about 18, nearing the end of her training, a few more months, and she may have become a knight. She looked away, fighting tears, but for some strange reason, her eyes wandered back to her reflection. Looking back at her was a human girl, small and slender, about 5'5, with tanned skin, and long arms and legs. As she met her own gaze, she found herself staring into a face, long and slender, with earthy brown eyes staring back. Her face was unremarkable, and framed by long, wispy brown hair. She half smiled, as she reached up and touched her hair, which was so much like her uncle's, her uncle Qui-Gon Jinn. Her eyes welled up again, another loved one dead. She was the famous Jedi's niece, the daughter of a brother he could hardly remember, and attachment was forbidden, to anyone. But then, Qui-Gon had never been one to follow the rules, and he had cared about her. He had told her stories when she was a youngling, and brought back small gifts whenever he returned from a mission. She had loved him. At that thought, the ocean of all the emotions inside her rose up, and poured out her eyes, making little streams down her face, and puddles on the floor. She sobbed quietly, leaning against the window for support, pouring out her pain, her fear, her loss to her reflection.

And then she felt a circling warmth around her knees. Kinsa looked down and saw a golden head pressed hard against her knees. She gently placed her hand on the youngling's feathery hair, stroking back and forth. The child looked up, and she found herself looking into large brown eyes.

"Don't cry." The child whispered, his lip trembling. "Master Gha says everyfing is going to be fine." Kinsa smiled, a real smile, and knelt down so she was eyes level with the child. Wiping the wetness of her own face, she said.

"You know, you can cry if you need to, I won't tell anyone." As if waiting for the invitation, the child threw himself into the padawan's arms, sobbing.

"It was so scary, Master Anakin wasn't supposed to do that, he killed my fwiends, and the teachers, and everyone!" He started to howl, squeezing her as tightly and as closely as his little arms could, and she let him. Kinsa just held and rocked him slowly back and forth until his howls had dissolved to little hiccupping sobs. Slowly and carefully, she untangled him, looking up to find herself facing ALL the younglings aboard the ship. She smiled, her own face still wet with tears, and motioned the other 3 to come to her. They practically ran, wanting to be held, wanting to cry, their brave little front broken, and their tiny hearts exposed and leaking from their eyes, she held all of them, letting them cry, crying along with them, until they were all tired. Then she turned the children toward the window, her arms still touching their shoulders.

"Don't you think there are more stars out than usual?" She asked, fighting to keep her voice steady. The younglings stared, then nodded, hesitantly. "Do you know why?" She asked. They shook there heads. "Because, all of our friends are up there." Her voice cracked here, her master had told her this when she had been grieving over Qui-Gon. "Whenever a Jedi, or anyone, dies, a window is opened in the sky to let them in, so they can join the force. The window never closes, and we can see behind the sky, to where they are, to the beauty that is the force. Tonight, there are many new windows up in the sky, one for each of our friends." The children looked with new wonder at the bright sky. "Now, you 4 need some sleep!" She ordered. "Scoot!" Each child gave her a hug and trundled off, leaving Kinsa to wonder, and to think. But, again, she was not alone for long.

"Well done." A deep voice from behind her said. Kinsa turned swiftly, instinct bringing her hand to her light saber.

"Master Dunya!" She cried, frantically wiping at the tears on her face.

"What you told those younglings was correct, young one, it is acceptable to cry." Kinsa attempted to smile at the tall Master.

"I feel like such a baby!" She muttered, then turned toward the window again, though this time staring at the figure directly behind her. Rawa Dunya was a very tall, very broad man, his skin was as dark and as brown as freshly varnished wood, as was his hair, these contrasted strongly with his brilliant green eyes. In fact, if not for his full mouth always being tilted up in a gentle smile, one would certainly be afraid of him, and most still were. However, despite his rather frightening appearance, the man was a kitten, he would never hurt anyone, unless of course they threatened his friends, or his food. Now, he laid a heavy hand on the padawan before him. And in his deep, booming voice, he said;

"You know, the youngling was wrong about one thing." She turned a questioning eye to him. He smiled, his joy spreading slowly over his face. "They didn't kill everyone." Her smile matched his at the thought. Satisfaction filled her heart. Yes, they didn't kill everyone.

A/N: Sooooooooooo, whatcha think? I know, not as much action as the last one, but, I liked it. I hope you did to. Do ya wanta meet the other Jedi refugees? See what they do? Then review! Tell me what you think should happen. Next chapter will have more action. Pinky swear!