OK, thanks to all of you guys for reviewing. I don't know what I'd do without you. It is because of you that I continue to write these stories. Nine reviews for each... can we get up to ten, like in I Am Me, or maybe even more? If I could get at least 10 reviews a chapter, you would make my day!

Oh, and guys... great news! No, Raven, I didn't save a bunch of money on my starship insurance by switching to Geico (That's from one of my other stories), but... someone from the original trilogy (WHOM YOU ALL LOVE) will be making an appearance in this story! Make that two people! Wait and see who! Mwa ha ha ha...

Lady Emma: Thank you! Here's the next chapter!

JediMan: I'm so happy that this is your number 1 fanfic! (Does an extremely happy dance) THANK YOU!

RavenRulzRF: Yes he is, isn't he? He's gonna be a lot smarter than he was in the movies... and a lot less clueless. But then of course... in the movies he didn't have Jedi training since he was thirteen, either. Thanks for reviewing!

Super Tinfoil Man Part 2: Well, Elena can't use her powers in public, because she doesn't want the Emperor to find out. But I'm sure she'll do OK. You want to put down 5 Republic credits? Sure! Palps is a good choice... but there might be someone else... Your ideas for the computer really cracked me up. Thanks so much!

Jinn Twins: Thank you (BOTH!) so much for reading and reviewing my stories... if you don't want to get mixed up, then just sign your name at the bottom of each review, like you've been doing. Then I know who is who! THANKS!

ILUVZIM: Well... if it isn't one of my reviewers. The one who gave me a statue of myself. YO DUDE! Awesome to have you back with us! I'm sure Elena would love to have your support... as for who the assassin is.. I actually was having a little trouble with who he or she would be. I hadn't planned that far ahead when I started this, lol! But now I know. Here's the update! And THANKS!

Ms. Pippin Baggins: Thank you so much! Hope you like this chapter.

Writin' Dude: If you read the answer I gave to S. T.M. Part 2, you'll see why. And that's ok if you're impatient... I AM TOO! Thank you!

Celtic Cross: Hey... it's you! Welcome back, Celt! Yes, JIX IS BAAACK! sorry, got a little carried away there. Hope you enjoy this chapter! I did... THANKS!

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Moi? Own this splendidity? Of course I own Elena! He he he he...

Elena rushed into the communications room, getting odd stares from some of the officers. She still had her pajamas on, her hair was an absolute mess, and a piece of toast was halfway in her mouth. She raced over to the directory, because she couldn't remember what Jix's comlink number was.

"May I help you, miss?" one of the newest cadets asked, clearing his throat. It was his very first time working in Vader's palace.

"Mi mmh mhh miiim mummum mum mummem," Elena replied, her voice and words muffled from the piece of toast that was still halfway inside her mouth.

The cadet raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?" he asked rather stiffly.

Elena shot him an annoyed glare. She turned back to the directory, deciding to just ignore him for the time being. She pressed the buttons, searching through the different numbers listed there.

"Miss?" the cadet repeated.

Growling under her breath, she bit down on the toast and snatched the other piece away, chewing quickly. She swallowed and fixed the cadet with such a glare that he took a step back.

"I said, I have to find someone's comlink number," she said, irritated, and whisked back to the panel.

The cadet cleared his throat and walked away, rather afraid of her.

Elena rolled her eyes and eyed the spot where Jix's comlink number was. "Ah-ha," she muttered to herself, "Gotcha."

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"So, you're saying that you want me to call your dad?" Jix shouted over the comlink. He was driving recklessly on a speeder course on Mon Calamari, and the roar of the engines was very deafening.

"No," Elena replied from her room, pacing back and forth, "I need to you come to Coruscant and help me out!"

"But… why?" Jix hollered.

"Because!"

"Because what?"

Elena was ready to crush the comlink into tiny pieces right then. "Because… I... oh, just get your Corellian butt over here this instant!" she snapped, growing annoyed.

"OK, OK!" Jix's voice said over the comlink. "I'll come over, if it's that important."

Elena felt her throat closing up. "Yeah... it is. I really need your help, Jix. You're the only one I trust other than Dad and M.J."

Jix suddenly seemed to understand the seriousness of the situation. "I'll come right away, Skyler," he said, calling her by his favorite nickname. Skyler was a shortened version of Skywalker.

Elena ended the link, sighing. Why did her life have to be so blasted complicated?

But realizing that today was still just another school day, she grabbed her books and backpack and headed out towards the hangar bay. She jumped into a speeder and drove off, checking first to make sure that the coast was clear. Sensing that no one was following her, she zoomed towards the academy full speed, dodging the normal traffic, until she finally reached the school. She hopped out, hid the speeder in a small alley, and ran as fast as she possibly could to the school's entrance, morphing in with all the other students who began to pile in.

"Elena!" Keira called, waving enthusiastically.

Elena turned around and forced a pleasant smile on her face, trying not to show her worry. "Hey, Keira," she replied. "How's it going?"

Keira shrugged. "It would be better if our Dads were back," she grinned, hooking her arm with Elena's as they walked slowly down the hall towards their lockers. "They're coming home in a few days, am I right?"

"I think it's five," Elena replied hoarsely, "Five days." She gulped.

Keira eyed her friend. "You OK?"

Elena nodded. "Never better," she flatly lied. Wanting desperately to end the conversation, she pulled her locker open and dumped some of her backpack's contents inside. Something fell out of the backpack as she was putting the datapads in, so Keira swooped quickly and picked it up.

"Elena…" her face went a little pale as she held up a high powered blaster pistol. "What's this for? You're not going to…" her face filled with a sudden dread.

"As if I would," Elena scoffed, grabbing the blaster from Keira's hand. She shoved it back into her backpack.

"As if you would what?" a friendly male voice spoke up. The girls turned to see Hobbie walking up towards them. He was one of the only guys in the academy not afraid to talk to Elena or Mara, but then, he had known them for a few years.

Elena smiled. "Hey, Hobbie," she acknowledged, and turned back to Keira, "It's just an emergency weapon… in case I lose my other ones."

Hobbie was confused, but Keira was regarding her with a suspicious gaze. "Lose your other what?" he asked, frowning.

"Nothing," Elena quickly said, just as Keira was about to open her mouth. "It's nothing."

Hobbie narrowed his eyes, glancing from Keira to Elena. "Sure…." He trailed off.

The uncomfortable silence was broken by Becé's sudden appearance. "Yo guys, what's goin' on?" she cheerfully asked, slinging an arm around Keira's neck.

"Nothing," Keira and Elena said hurriedly.

Hobbie rolled his eyes. "No, it's obviously something, but these two here are as stubborn as angry banthas. I'll see you later, I've got class." He shuffled his backpack in his hands as he left for class.

Becé raised her eyebrows. "Everything OK here?" she asked.

Elena nodded abruptly. "Fine," she answered. "I've just got a lot on my mind right now… I'll see you in class." She grabbed a datapad from her locker and walked off to her classroom.

Keira and Becé exchanged glances but said nothing.

When in history class, always a fun subject, Elena mused, a sudden beeping on her comlink caused everyone to stare at her.

The teacher eyed her sternly. "Miss Skywalker, even though you are the daughter of Lord Vader, I must remind you that we do not allow comlinks in class," she said.

Elena reddened. "Yeah, I'm sorry," she replied. "I'll just take it back to my locker."

The teacher nodded. "Hurry up about it," she answered.

Elena raced out of the room, darted into an empty hallway, and answered the call. "Hello?" she said breathlessly.

"For crying out loud, Skyler, how long does it take you to answer a simple comlink call?" Jix's voice growled.

Elena sighed in relief. "It's you!" she said, smiling faintly.

"Well who else would it blasted well be?" Jix snapped, "I just called to tell you that I'm at the palace and in one of the meeting rooms. Will you please get over here and tell me what's going on?"

"Um…" she glanced around. "Hang on, I have to give the teacher a reason for my dropping out of school," she replied. "I'll call you back when I'm heading out."

"Sure," Jix answered.

Elena strode back to her classroom, hiding the comlink under her belt, trying to think of a way to get out of school. Suddenly an idea popped into her head.

The door to the history room opened, and in stumbled Elena, coughing up a storm and holding her now red forehead.

"Miss Skywalker!" the teacher gasped, "what's happened?"

"Oh, I don't feel too well," Elena moaned, "I think I ate something at breakfast that didn't agree with me. Can I go home and lie down?"

The teacher frantically nodded. "Of course, go right ahead and take care of yourself," she consented.

Elena faintly smiled her thanks as she walked out of the room. When out of sight, she stood up straight and darted out of the school, running full speed to her speeder. She hopped in quickly, checking for any tracking devices, and zoomed home.

Can anyone guess how Elena became so hot? NOT... as in Paris Hilton hot.. he he he... but hot as in heat-hot. You might figure it out...please leave a review, and thanks!