Omg guys! I'm here! I didn't think I'd be updating until April, but, it's a miracle! I mean, to be honest, this chapter was already half-written when I went on "hiatus" so I only had to write a bit more for it to be done. I managed to find time to finish it in between the grading, planning lessons, and falling asleep on the couch at 9pm every night. 5 and 6-year-olds are downright exhausting ? Anyways, this is part one of a two part story line. I had waaayyy too many ideas to keep it in one chapter. I thought about not posting it yet since I haven't even started writing part two, but, well, I'm too excited!

Summary: Padawan Iyla and Master Ahsoka travel to a familiar planet for a risky mission. Papa Obi-Wan is nervous and probably for a good reason. The Tano-Kenobi pair encounter more than they expected and a routine mission becomes steeped in resurfaced memories, revisited traumas, uncovered roots, and suspicious secrets.

Chapter 13: Do You Remember?

Iyla Kenobi was very used to her Papa's overprotectiveness, having experienced it since she first met him at 3-years-old. He didn't hover or coddle, but he definitely worried and stressed over things that she thought of as little and insignificant. He was an amazing father and cared for her wholeheartedly but sometimes he was just a bit…much. Like he had been for the past week.

He was worrying over an upcoming mission she and Ahsoka were going on. To be fair, he usually got nervous a bit when they went on missions mostly because he couldn't go with her and he always worried for her safety, and also because the Master-Padawan pair had inherited Obi-Wan and Anakin's pension for trouble. It apparently was an issue for Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon as well. Perhaps it was a Kenobi thing. Maybe her Papa was justified in being worried in that case, but this time he was freaking out more than usual.

Ahsoka herself was getting annoyed at his questions and constantly wanting to discuss the mission. Ahsoka and Iyla had been on many missions together before. This one was hardly their first. Plus Iyla was 17 and was a very experienced and capable Padawan. His over the top protectiveness was completely unwarranted and ridiculous.

But when Iyla told him this, he proceeded to sit her down and explain his reasons for being worried. He really was such a negotiator sometimes.

"You and Ahsoka, without fail, find yourselves in troublesome situations and narrowly escape them. You are the reason I'm going prematurely gray!" he said pointing to his hair with a scowl.

Iyla held her tongue and didn't give in to the urge to tell him that he'd been going gray since she was five and that he was past 50 now so what did he really expect to happen?

"I know, Papa. And I understand your concern. But it's not like Soka and I go looking for trouble. It usually just finds us. It's like we're magnets or something. Grandpa Qui said it's a Kenobi trait."

"Grandpa Qui was the source of most of our troubles," Obi-Wan scoffed.

"I'll be sure to correct him next time then," Iyla smirked.

Obi-Wan gave her an unimpressed look.

"Look, Papa. I get it. You're worried. And you have reason to be. But don't you think you could lay off a bit. Soka's starting to get annoyed. She keeps rearranging the kitchen. It took me 20 minutes to find a spoon this morning. By then my tea was cold. It was a travesty!"

"A travesty?" Obi-Wan asked with an eyebrow raise.

"Cold tea with no sugar or milk, Papa. The very definition of a travesty," Iyla insisted.

Obi-Wan chuckled. "I see your point," he conceded.

"Besides, don't you trust Soka? And me? Don't you think we're capable?"

"Of course, darling. I never doubt yours or Ahsoka's abilities. It's just…"

"Just what?"

"Well, have you seen the name of the planet you'll be going to?" he asked.

"Of course. I've read the mission brief many times. You made sure of that," she said barely suppressing an eyeroll.

"And the name of the planet doesn't make you a tad bit nervous?"

Iyla looked confused. "No…"

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't…"

"It's Stewjon, Iyla."

"I know, Papa. But it's not a big deal."

"Aren't you afraid it might trigger some bad memories?"

"I don't know. Maybe. But it was 14 years ago. And I was really little. I don't think I'll be too affected by it," she shrugged.

"The mind can do some very weird things, dear. And memories can be tricky," he warned.

"I understand, Papa. And I will be very conscious and aware of my emotions. I'll do extra meditations with Soka and promise to tell her if I start to get overwhelmed. And I won't put up a fuss if she wants to tell you about it too."

"I've already told Ahsoka to keep me updated," he replied.

"Papa!"

"Hey, you said no fuss," he said pointing a finger at her.

Iyla rolled her eyes. "Ok, ok. Sorry. But, really, I promise to do my best not to focus on any anxieties that might come about. And I will seek help and meditation if it becomes too much. Please don't worry so much, Papa."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "That, my dear, is impossible. But, I will leave you and Ahsoka alone about the mission. I trust you both and won't stand in the way of the wonderful team you make."

"Thanks, Papa," Iyla smiled then stood up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Are we still on for dinner tonight before you take off tomorrow and leave me?" Obi-Wan pouted.

"So dramatic," Iyla muttered. "Yes, I'll be here."

"Good. Now, go to class."

Iyla opened her mouth.

"And no, I will not write you a note to get out of Outer Rim Cultures."

"But, Papa! We've been going over Mandalore for two weeks now. I already know all this stuff. I could probably teach the class myself. I mean, I practically am Mandalorian culture."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Then you'll ace your test this afternoon, won't you?"

Iyla groaned and grabbed her bag off the floor. "Fine," she snapped as she headed to the door.

"Have a good day, darling," Obi-Wan teased. "Love you."

He heard her mumble something under her breath that he didn't catch. He shook his head fondly before grabbing his datapad and reading up on the mission details once more for the Tano-Kenobi team. He said he wouldn't keep bugging Ahsoka about it, but he never said anything about continuing to look into it himself.

The next morning, Iyla stood next to Ahsoka at the bottom of the ramp to their ship, both itching to get going already. Of course everyone had to be there to see them off. Padme hugged them both and slipped a large tin of cookies into Iyla's hand, telling her to share with Ahsoka on their long ship ride to Stewjon. Anakin ruffled Iyla's hair and affectionately tugged Ahsoka's lekku, challenging them to not do anything he wouldn't do. To which Obi-Wan objected and told him to take it back. Which led to an argument about who was more reckless and trouble-prone.

While the pair bickered and pointed fingers at each other, Luke and Leia came barreling forward excitedly.

"Are you nervous?" Luke asked.

"Not really. I've been on many missions before," Iyla replied.

"Yeah, but this one is special," Leia insisted. "Isn't this the planet you came from?"

"Technically I came from Mandalore."

"But this is the planet that Uncle Obi got you from, right?" Luke asked.

"Yes. But it was a long time ago. I hardly remember."

"Maybe you'll see someone you know," Leia said.

"Or, or maybe a place that looks familiar," Luke said.

"Ooh or maybe a relative or something."

"Yeah, like a family member."

"Because Uncle Obi was born there, so maybe-"

"There's still some of his family left and-"

"And you'll get to meet them and-"

Iyla put a hand up to halt their creepy twin telepathy where they finished each other's sentences. It always happened when they were excited or worked up about something.

"Whoa, slow down, guys. Yes, Papa was born there and yes, it is where I used to live when I was little, and yes, there may be some of Papa's family still there but it doesn't matter. They aren't my family. Not really. I already have a family that I love right here on Coruscant," she smiled.

"Awww, you love us!" Luke said teasingly clutching a hand to his heart.

Iyla rolled her eyes and shoved him. "I didn't specify which ones."

He stuck his tongue out at her and she made a face at him.

"Ok, enough bickering. You're all as bad as your fathers," Ahsoka said exasperatedly. "We should get going, Iyla. It's a few days journey to Stewjon and we have a deadline to meet to speak with the governor."

"Yes, Soka…I mean, yes, Master," Iyla said with a nod.

"You'll be back in time for our Initiate Trials right?" Luke asked.

"Of course, Lukey Bear. It's not for another three weeks. Soka and I will be back way before then," Iyla reassured him.

"Good, because we plan to kick butt and get chosen as Padawans first," Leia said proudly.

Padme gave her a look and she lowered her head a bit. "I mean, we plan to do our best and be modest and hope to be chosen as Padawans no matter when that may be."

Iyla laughed and shook her head. "You'll definitely kick butt, Bug," she winked at her.

Leia returned the wink and smiled.

"I'm going to go get the ship warmed up," Ahsoka said. "Say goodbye to Master Obi-Wan," she instructed Iyla.

Obi-Wan sent her a grateful look and stepped forward. Padme, Anakin, and the twins retreated farther back to give the pair a bit of privacy.

"I really am going to be ok, Papa," Iyla said taking in his anxious appearance.

"I know, love," he smiled. "I'm centering too much on my anxieties, I'm sorry. Master Qui-Gon would be lecturing me like crazy if he were here right now."

"If you want, I can call on Grandpa Qui and see if he comes. I'm sure he'd love to help," Iyla replied cheekily.

"Don't you dare," Obi-Wan glared.

Iyla laughed and stepped forward to give him a hug. "Bye, Papa. I love you," she said.

"I love you too, my little light. Be careful and mind Ahsoka. And be sure to call me if you need anything. Even if you think it's late. I don't care if I'm asleep. I'll always pick up."

"You sleep?" Iyla teased.

Obi-Wan tugged on her braid. "Go be sassy with your Master you little imp," he said.

Iyla smacked his hand away then gave him a peck on the cheek. "You be careful and behave too, Papa."

"Don't worry, kiddo, I'll keep him in line," Anakin said coming to stand next to Obi-Wan and sling an arm over his former Master's shoulder.

"We all know that will be a disaster. I'll keep them both in line, sweetheart. Don't worry," Padme reassured her.

Iyla chuckled and picked up her bag. "Thanks Auntie Padme," she said.

The Skywalkers and Obi-Wan watched as Iyla gave one last wave then hurried up the ramp to the ship. Anakin could feel his Master's unease through their bond and looked sideways at him.

"Everything ok, Master?" he asked quietly.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes. Just my usual 'Iyla's going on a mission' anxiety,'" he replied.

"You have a bad feeling, don't you?"

"Since yesterday. But I'm sure it's just worries over Iyla returning to Stewjon. It's probably nothing. They'll be fine," he said.

Anakin heard the uncertainty in his voice and rushed to comfort him. "Yeah, they'll be fine," he agreed with a squeeze to the older man's shoulder.

"Are you alright, Padawan?" Ahsoka asked as she came to stand by Iyla who was staring out of the viewport into empty space.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm alright. It's just…"

"Just, what?"

"Well…"

Ahsoka put a hand on Iyla's shoulder and ran her finger down her Padawan braid. "Talk to me, Iyla," she said.

"Yes, Master, it's-"

"No 'Master' right now, kiddo. We have some time before we even enter the Outer Rim. We can be just Soka and Iyla for a bit," she smiled.

Iyla returned the smile and nodded. She was grateful for the familiarity and the permission to be informal. They tried to maintain the 'Master' and 'Padawan' language while on missions but it was nice to have a reprieve from that for now at least.

"Papa looked really worried, Soka," Iyla said with a furrowed brow.

"You know how he is, kiddo. He worries."

"Yeah, I know, but this was even more so. Like, unusually worried."

"It's because of where we're going. He told us that himself."

"I guess. But he looked anxious too. Like he does when he has his 'bad feelings' and such."

"I'm sure it's just concern for you and your well-being. Maybe a bit heightened because you have a history with Stewjon. And not a very good one either."

Iyla was silent, still staring out into space, now twisting her hands in her robe and worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Iyla?" Ahsoka asked. "Do you have a bad feeling?"

Iyla's eyes darted to the floor and she pulled her robe tight against herself.

"Not bad per se, just…weird. Like this mission is going to test me. A lot."

"Aren't all missions supposed to test you?" Ahsoka asked playfully.

Iyla smiled a bit. "Yes, but I have a feeling this one will be very trying. But not physically. More emotionally. Papa warned me that it might happen. And I think he's right."

"Well, that's why I'm here isn't it? As your Master, it's my duty to help you get through any trials you face. Physical or emotional. I'll be here for you through all of it," Ahsoka answered as she stroked Iyla's soft strawberry blonde waves.

"I know you will, Soka. Thanks," she said leaning into the touch. "Can we…maybe meditate for a bit later?"

"Of course, little one. But first on the agenda is food. It won't do to have grumbling stomachs when we're trying to meditate."

"Agreed," Iyla laughed. "Especially because yours always sounds like a Zillo Beast on the prowl."

"Little brat." Ahsoka muttered. "For that you get to do the dishes."

"Yes, Master," Iyla snarked.

Regular meditation sessions worked wonders for Iyla and she finally felt settled and at peace for the first time since leaving Coruscant two days before. They'd arrive on Stewjon mid afternoon the next day, and although butterflies still fluttered in her stomach, she wasn't anxious or worried anymore. Ahsoka was a wonderful anchor for Iyla and she loved spending time in the Force with her Master. Ahsoka understood Iyla's needs and could pinpoint her anxieties to a tee making it easy for her to help combat them and achieve peace. Knowing your Padawan since they were three really gave a Master an advantage.

Once meditation became not quite so necessary, Iyla took to researching and learning all she could about Stewjon. It was a rather boring and mundane planet but the research was important to their mission.

The planet was divided into the farming side and the steel manufacturing side. For decades they coexisted peacefully but recently more and more disagreements have cropped up regarding trade and land ownership. By mission standards, it was pretty simple and tame for a Master and older Padawan. However, tensions were growing and the governors of each side were becoming increasingly stubborn. There were even threats of violence that could lead to a war. Their job was to bring the two sides together and reach an agreement without any violence. It sounded simple but it was a high risk mission.

Despite the mission being risky and difficult, Iyla found herself thoroughly bored out of her mind while researching the planet. So bored that she started to nod off.

Ahsoka came in and smirked at the dozing teen then smiled mischievously. She walked carefully and silently to the table then yanked back the chair next to Iyla with a loud scraping sound. The girl shot up and nearly dropped the pad she was reading.

"Find anything interesting, Padawan?" she laughed.

Iyla scowled and sat up taller in her chair. "No. This planet is boring. The only thing interesting about it is this looming civil war we're going to stop."

"Well, some people like boring," Ahsoka answered. "It's comfortable and peaceful. That's partly why Stewjon has been so neutral and off the radar. They're farmers and steel workers. Common working class people who are content to live their quiet lives."

"I guess I can see the appeal, but I'm not made for mundane."

"It's the Mandalorian in you," Ahsoka smiled.

"It's hard to believe that Papa came from here. He's not the farmer type. Or the boring and mundane type either."

"Master Obi-Wan certainly delights in action and adventure. Even if he pretends he doesn't. I saw enough of the war with him to know otherwise."

"Do you think if he'd never been taken to the temple that he'd be living as a farmer or steel worker? Or would he have found some way to fulfill his need for adventure?"

"Definitely the latter. He's too headstrong and thrill-seeking to spend his days living quietly on a small boring planet."

"The Kenobi spirit, as Grandpa Qui calls it," Iyla smiled then looked thoughtful.

Ahsoka caught her pensive look. "What is it?" she asked.

"Just something Luke and Leia said to me before we left."

"Never let anything those terrors say get to you. You know that," Ahsoka said rolling her eyes.

"No, it wasn't bad. It was…interesting. Something I never thought of before. They talked about the possibility of me meeting a relative. Like someone related to Papa in some way. And I can't help but be…curious about it. I've met all of Mama's family but Papa's is a complete mystery."

"Well, most Jedi don't know their family. I have no idea who my parents are. So it's pretty normal for Master Obi-Wan not to either," Ahsoka shrugged.

"I know that. But, I wonder if he's ever met them. Like if he's ever been back to Stewjon and found them. Are my grandparents still alive? What about aunts, uncles, cousins and such? It would be kind of cool to meet blood relatives on Papa's side," Iyla mused.

Ahsoka saw the glimmer in the teen's eye and quickly jumped to rein it in. "Of course it is a possibility, Iyla, but you can't let it distract you. We are going to Stewjon for the purpose of brokering peace, not to find family."

Iyla frowned and looked away. "I know my duty, Soka. I was just thinking aloud. Just curious," she said defensively.

"I understand and it's natural. But you can't dwell on it too much. Once we hit the ground in Stewjon we have a lot of work to do. I'll need you focused and ready, Padawan," Ahsoka answered dropping the informalities to emphasize how serious she was.

Iyla heard the warning in Ahsoka's tone and bowed her head contritely. "Yes, Master."

Ahsoka smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. "What do you say to a bit of sparring? Give the boring research a break."

"A thousand times, yes!" Iyla replied, shoulders slumping in relief.

She set down the pad with more force than necessary and jumped to her feet nearly sprinting to the door of the small kitchenette. Ahsoka laughed and got up to follow her.

Their meeting was with the governor of North Stewjon, the farming side of the planet. He was the one who requested Jedi assistance and petitioned for peace. Governor Shanloch was balding and portly and looked quite unassuming and timid. Not at all what one would think the governor of half of a planet to be like. Iyla thought that perhaps this was why the steel manufacturing side, South Stewjon, was threatening violence. They knew weakness when they saw it.

Governor Shanloch was waiting for them when they arrived in the main city and led them to the government buildings in the center of town. The Jedi team was greeted warmly by all and there seemed to be a deep appreciation for their willingness to help. The farmers just wanted peace and simplicity but it was clear that they weren't quite sure how to go about achieving it.

"That's why we were hoping you could meet with Governor Finlayson of South Stewjon. Take our requests and our terms and see if you might reach an agreement," Governor Shanloch suggested looking hopeful.

"But I thought you requested our assistance, Governor," Ahsoka said.

"Oh, yes, yes I did. And going to South Stewjon is how you can assist me."

Iyla and Ahsoka shared a glance. It seemed like the governor wouldn't be as helpful or involved as they'd anticipated.

"Very well. When is Governor Finlayson expecting us?" Ahsoka asked.

"Well, that's the thing. He's not."

"What do you mean?" Iyla asked.

"I mean, Governor Finlayson doesn't know I requested Jedi assistance. The South Stewjoni folk aren't too fond of Jedi or Republic interference. I was afraid you'd be barred entry to the planet if I told them I was bringing Jedi in to solve our dispute," Governor Shanloch explained with a nervous laugh.

"So, you want us to go to the hostile side of the planet to meet with a governor who hates Jedi?" Iyla asked with the patented Kenobi eyebrow raise.

"Hate is a strong word, Jedi…"

"Padawan Kenobi," she prompted.

"Padawan Ken—wait, Kenobi?" he asked looking taken aback.

"Yes. Perhaps you've heard of my father, Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is his native planet. That might be why the name sounds familiar."

"Your father is a Jedi?"

"Yes, a Jedi Master at the temple on Coruscant."

"Hmm, interesting. I wonder…" Governor Shanloch trailed off.

Ahsoka folded her arms impatiently. "Governor," she spoke up breaking him from his trance. "You have to understand what you're asking of me and my apprentice. To walk uninvited into a potentially violent territory where we are both unwelcome and antagonized could cause irreparable harm. I don't think blindsiding Governor Finlayson is a good idea."

"There is a contact in the city that is expecting you. Someone open-minded who doesn't despise Jedi or the Republic. They've agreed to meet with you and accompany you while you meet Finlayson. He's partial to them and listens to them. If anyone can get that stubborn man to listen, it will be them."

Ahsoka still looked skeptical and wary but ultimately agreed. Governor Shanloch gave them the information for the contact and requested that they update him with their progress throughout their negotiation. Ahsoka and Iyla bowed politely and reluctantly returned to the ship.

"This is a coward's way out. He doesn't want to work for peace. He wants us to do it instead. That's no way to lead," Iyla grumbled flopping into the co-pilot seat.

"You'll find that in most small neutral planets the role of Jedi and Republic ambassadors are not clearly understood. Their lack of knowledge leads to situations like this. The Jedi do all the work and the government gets keep their hands clean. It's not usual but no less frustrating," Ahsoka sighed.

"Well, this is already turning out to be more exciting that I ever thought a mission to boring Stewjon would be."

"Oh, Padawan, I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

"Excellent," Iyla smiled widely.

The hum of anticipation and excited curiosity hung in the Force around the teen and Ahsoka had to suppress a laugh at how much like her father she was sometimes. The feeling shifted though to one of thoughtful contemplation and she was reminded about the other way she was like Obi-Wan. Overthinking and being too introspective.

"Talk to me, Padawan," Ahsoka said without turning from the viewport.

"Master…did you hear the governor when I told him my name?" she asked.

Ahsoka sighed. "Yes, I did. He seemed curious but remember, you cannot allow it-"

"To distract me," Iyla finished. "I know, Master. Sorry," she said looking down.

"It's alright, Iyla. I'm just looking out for you. I know how that big crazy brain of yours works when it is focused on something. Best use those abilities for diplomacy and negotiations instead. It might be our only hope of success," Ahsoka said smiling dryly.

"Yes, Master."

Thirty minutes later they were landing in South Stewjon territory. Ahsoka did a great job of skirting and evading the request for identification and not revealing themselves as Jedi. Instead she said they were guests of Governor Shanloch and were there to deliver a message from him. The South Stewjoni officials seemed to buy it and allowed them to land.

Before leaving the ship, Ahsoka had Iyla tuck her lightsaber deep in her robe so that they wouldn't immediately be identified as Jedi. Neither of them liked being dishonest but their safety was important as well. Iyla tied a few extra braids in her hair for effect and Ahsoka hid her lightsaber as well. Once they were sure that they looked a lot less like Jedi, they left the ship and started looking for the place to meet Governor Shanloch's contact.

"It's called the Krozbi Academy. Seems like a boarding school of sorts. Near the center of town," Ahsoka said after stopping to ask a street vendor for directions.

The square they stood in felt awfully familiar to Iyla and she shuddered a bit, pulling her robe tighter and hugging her arms to her chest.

"What's wrong?" Ahsoka asked. "Cold?"

"This place feels weird in the Force. Dark and cold yet terribly familiar," Iyla replied.

"This spot?" Ahsoka asked.

"No, not here specifically. But somewhere close by."

"Hmm, well tell me if the feeling gets worse and we'll be sure to stay away from that area."

Iyla nodded and shook her head a bit to clear the bad feelings. "Right. Let's keep going."

"Yes, let's. Come along, Pada-" she stopped short of saying the actual word which would be a big indicator of their Jedi status. She knew eventually they'd have to reveal themselves for what they really are but it was best to hold off on that for as long as possible. "Come along, Iyla," she said instead.

They walked in silence for a bit, each lost in their own thoughts and Iyla unusually quiet about everything around them. Usually she'd be taking everything in and voicing some of her observations to Ahsoka, but something about this place made her skin crawl and left her mind unfocused.

Ahsoka stopped for directions one more time when it seemed like they'd been walking in circles for a while. Nothing was clearly marked and it all looked the same. The fruit cart vendor assured them that they were headed the right way and even talked Ahsoka into buying two pieces of fruit. Ahsoka agreed seeing as they hadn't yet had a chance to eat since breakfast and the fruit looked delicious.

The fruit perked them up significantly and they finally saw a sign for the Krozbi Academy up ahead. It was a relatively large building and seemed newer and more kept-up than the buildings around it. Clearly it was well funded and taken care of.

"Alright, so we're looking for an S. Passal. They should be here. Apparently as a volunteer," Ahsoka said.

"And apparently Jedi friendly…hopefully," Iyla commented.

Ahsoka tried for a reassuring smile and squeezed her shoulder a bit. "Come on," she said walking to the door.

The inside of the academy was just as well-kept as the outside. The lobby was modest but welcoming with children chatting on couches and playing games on tables.

"Hello, may I help you?" A middle-aged woman asked from behind a counter.

"Yes, we're here to speak with one of your volunteers. An S. Passal?" Ahsoka replied.

"Yes, she's here. Is she in any trouble?" the woman asked looking concerned.

"Not at all, ma'am. We were sent here by Governor Shanloch."

The woman's eyes widened and lit up in recognition. "Oh, yes. You must be the Jedi," she said.

Iyla looked around nervously at the children to see if any of them heard but they either didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care.

"We're trying not to be too open about it," Ahsoka said also looking around anxiously.

"Oh, don't worry. Jedi are safe here. The children and all the volunteers would never tell."

"We are thankful for that," Ahsoka said with a small bow.

"You are most welcome, dear. Now, let me go find Serriah. Wait here," the woman said.

Ahsoka nodded and turned to address Iyla but she had wandered off. Ahsoka saw her standing a few feet away facing the room of children and studying them. Specifically the group of younglings in the corner playing with their stuffed toys. Her head was cocked to the side a bit and her arms were folded into her sleeves. It was a posture that Ahsoka had seen Master Obi-Wan take many times. The Kenobi 'deeply thinking pose' as she liked to call it.

"Something on your mind, Iyla?" Ahsoka said as she came to stand next to her. She watched the girl carefully.

Iyla's eyes were narrowed a bit and her brow furrowed. "It's weird," she said.

"What is?"

"I…I remember a bit about being that young in a children's home but…"

Ahsoka waited silently for her to finish.

"But I don't remember being happy and playing with toys like that. They look like they're having fun," she commented with a small smile.

"Like children are supposed to," Ahsoka replied putting a comforting arm around Iyla's shoulder.

Obi-Wan had pulled Ahsoka aside and told her about Iyla's experiences in the Jons Home and how it affected her. She may not remember all the details but the emotions and feelings still lingered. Ahsoka assured him that she'd be hyperaware of Iyla's emotions on the mission as much as possible.

"Master Jedi?" a voice asked from behind them.

Both Jedi turned around and saw a young brown haired woman in her early twenties wiping her hands on a stained apron. Her hair was frizzy and falling out of the ribbon used to hold it back.

"I was told you need to speak with me," she said.

Ahsoka stepped forward. "Yes, Miss Passal?"

"Please, call me Serriah," she said offering her now clean hand.

"Thank you for meeting with us, Serriah," Ahsoka replied. "My name is Ahsoka Tano and this is my Padawan Iyla Kenobi."

"Kenobi?" "Serriah?" both Iyla and the Serriah spoke at the same time.

"I used to know someone named Serriah. A really long time ago. I don't remember much though."

"Did you say Kenobi? That's a very important name around here," Serriah said with wide eyes.

"Well, this is my Papa's home planet so maybe-"

"Your Papa?" Serriah asked again.

"Yeah, he-"

Ahsoka cleared her throat loudly. "I'm sorry to interrupt but we do have some things to talk about with you, Serriah. Perhaps you and Iyla can talk more later."

"Sorry, Master," Iyla replied looking guilty. "I got carried away."

"It's alright, Padawan. Let's focus back on the mission, shall we?"

Iyla nodded looking embarrassed.

"Of course. Apologies Master Tano. There is a meeting room down the hall. Please, follow me," Serriah said leading them from the lobby.

They took a seat at one of the tables in the meeting room and Ahsoka began.

"We were sent here by Governor Shanloch. He wants to broker peace with Governor Finlayson but is finding it difficult. He sent us here to represent him and see if we can reach an agreement. However, apparently your governor isn't friendly to Jedi or the Republic. We need a way to get an audience with him."

"Preferably without getting killed in the process," Iyla piped up.

"Yes, Governor Finlayson is very hard-headed and very much does not like outside interference in Stewjoni affairs. I'm not sure what I can do to help though," Serriah said.

"Governor Shanloch said that Governor Finlayson listens to you. Perhaps you'd be able to talk to him and convince him to let us meet with him," Iyla said.

"I don't know if he listens to me, really. More like tolerates me. But you are more likely to get an audience with him if I come along," Serriah replied.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Ahsoka warned. "Your planet is very unstable right now and your people are on the brink of a civil war. Bringing a civilian in could be dangerous. We couldn't ask you to put yourself in that situation."

"If a civil war is coming then isn't it even more important that you try to bring peace? Plus, I'm most likely the only one who can get you in."

"You'd be taking a big risk," Iyla said.

"It's riskier to leave things as they are," Serriah insisted.

Ahsoka and Iyla exchanged glances. "Very well," Ahsoka replied. "You can come with us to see the governor."

"Thank you, Master Tano. My shift ends in a few hours. Perhaps we can go then?"

"I think we should wait until tomorrow. It's been a long day for me and my Padawan already. We will find a room in town and meet you back here in the morning," Ahsoka replied.

"Mrs. Berry, the receptionist, owns a hostel. I'm sure she wouldn't mind letting you stay there. Her husband is Jedi-friendly as well."

"That sounds great."

Serriah smiled and led them back out to the lobby. The middle-aged woman at the desk was delighted to have their business and assured them that they would be safe and comfortable. Ahsoka and Iyla thanked her and bowed respectfully.

"I can show you the way, if you'd like. Sometimes I stay there when the boarding house is full," Serriah said.

"We'd appreciate it," Ahsoka smiled.

"Then you and I can continue our conversation," Serriah said looking at Iyla.

Iyla nodded and walked out to the street with older girl. Ahsoka stayed a few steps behind to give them the illusion of privacy but was still listening intently.

"You seem very familiar," Iyla began. "And I know I used to know someone named Serriah."

"When did you know them?"

"It was a long time ago. I was really young. Before my Papa came to get me from the orphanage."

"The orphanage? You were in an orphanage too?" Serriah asked.

"Too? You mean you were in an orphanage?"

"Pretty much my whole life," Serriah shrugged. "Where were you at?"

"Here on Stewjon."

"Me too."

Both girls stopped walking and turned to each other. Iyla studied Serriah much in the same way she studied the young children in the Krozbi Academy. Serriah's eyes had a hint of recognition in them and they widened slightly.

"What did you say your name was again? Besides the Kenobi."

"Iyla."

"Like…like from the Jons Home?"

"The Jons Ho-" Iyla cut off with a gasp. Memories of shared meals, nighttime chats, comforting arms, and pinky promises flooded into her mind. "S-Serriah?" she asked breathlessly.

"Long time no see, kiddo," Serriah smiled. "Looks like that mind moving stuff wasn't just a fluke after all. A Jedi! That's pretty amazing."

"It seems like it's been ages. I've been with Papa for so long I nearly forgot…how…how are you? Last time I saw you I was…"

"Tiny," Serriah laughed. "I'm doing well. Volunteering at Krozbi while I go to school. I'm studying to be a counselor. Mrs. Berry has said there's a job waiting for me at the academy when I'm finished."

"Krozbi sounds like a great place." Iyla smiled and continued walking with Serriah. "The children were happy and it was very nice inside. Unlike the Jons Home. I may not remember every detail but I definitely remember being miserable."

"That place was the worst. I was ready to be sold off when the Jedi came in to rescue us. And thank the stars they did."

"That must have been right after Papa came to get me. What happened after I left?" Iyla asked.

"The Jedi and the Republic came in and shut the whole place down. Mrs. Huber was arrested and her hench-people freaked out and scattered. Then us kids were taken away," Serriah replied.

"Where?"

"Well, to Krozbi. Only it wasn't Krozbi at the time. And it wasn't as nice. But it was safe and Mrs. Berry was wonderful. She's the one who encouraged me to go to school. I was ready to go join the steel workers. But she said I was meant for more. Guess she was right," she shrugged shyly.

"She was. You'll make a great counselor, Serriah. I'm sure of it. You helped me when we were in the Jons Home and looked after me. You're meant to help so many other kids as well."

"I was only seven at the time. It was pure survival instinct and you were so easy to care for. Those ridiculously huge blue eyes," Serriah laughed.

Iyla chuckled. "So, the Jedi came in and set you up at Krozbi?"

"More like one Jedi in particular. I'm sure others helped but one of them was a big advocate for us. There weren't many who were willing to stand up for and take in a bunch of scruffy mistreated children. We never saw him but apparently he called in favors and spent a lot of time finding us a home where we could be safe and cared for. He said it was very important to him, for personal reasons. Guess I know why now," she smirked.

"Why?" Iyla asked looking confused.

"Because of you," Serriah replied.

"Me?"

Serriah huffed and shook her head. "Iyla, the Jedi's name is Obi-Wan Kenobi," she said looking at her expectantly.

"Obi-Wan…Papa?" she whispered.

"Your Papa is the reason I'm here. He saved us all from that awful place. He even worked hard to track down the kids who were tossed out to the streets. Garron's working in the government now. Master Kenobi worked his Jedi magic and tracked him down. He even set up a fund for the academy protected by the Jedi so no one can step in and take the money."

"I…I had no idea," Iyla said quietly. "Papa just told me that Mrs. Huber would never hurt me or anyone else again and that my friends were safe. I never imagined…"

"Well, he was right about both. And he made sure of it. Mrs. Berry insisted on naming the academy after him but he refused."

"Papa doesn't like attention," Iyla chuckled.

"He said it would be too recognizable. Seeing as he grew up here and all. But Mrs. Berry was disappointed so he compromised. He told her he'd name it in honor of his 'little light.' He said it's a combination of her two names. What do you think he means? I'm assuming you're the 'little light,'" Serriah said.

Iyla thought about it for a moment, turning the name over in her head a few times. "I think it's a mash-up of Kenobi and Kryze, my Mama's last name."

"Cool. So you have an institution named after you."

"Yeah, guess so," Iyla smiled.

"Hey, can I show you something?" Serriah asked.

"Sure, I guess. Let me ask my Master if it's ok."

"Is it weird having a 'Master'?"

"Not really. I was never technically a slave. Plus, Soka, I mean, my Master, is like my big sister. And the Master-Padawan relationship is like a mentorship rather than a servanthood relationship."

"I don't know if I'd ever get used to it. Anyway, go ask your Master if we can take a quick detour."

Iyla nodded and hung back to talk to Ahsoka who agreed to the detour as long as she was able to come. Serriah said of course and they were on their way. The girls continued to talk as they walked and Ahsoka listened from behind. She found their stories interesting and was happy to see Iyla laughing and reunited with an old friend. Clearly Serriah was the one thing about Stewjon and the Jons Home that had good memories attached and Ahsoka was glad that Iyla was remembering happy times. As they continued walking farther into the city though, Ahsoka felt unease begin to creep into her mind. She was confused for a second before she realized that the unease wasn't from herself but from the training bond with her Padawan. She sent her an inquiry through their bond.

"What is it, Iyla?"

"I have that weird feeling again."

"Like when we walked by that place that felt dark and cold in the Force? Do you think we're close to that again?"

"Yes. Much closer than we were before. And getting closer."

"Be on alert, Padawan. As of now I feel nothing but that doesn't mean that there isn't something around here. Keep me updated through the bond."

"Yes, Master."

Iyla and Ahsoka tuned back into Serriah's story.

"And remember when you threw up all over Mrs. Huber? I never knew anyone could turn that shade of purple. Or shriek that loudly!" Serriah laughed.

"It was terrifying at the time but she deserved it," Iyla chuckled. "I still can't eat fish," she shuddered.

"Can't say I blame you," Serriah replied. "Oh! Here it is. Just up ahead."

Iyla looked past Serriah's pointed finger and frowned. The building didn't look familiar. It was a large stone building with a paint-peeling door that looked to be abandoned. A rusty metal bar sat over the door with two chains hanging from it, most likely attached to a sign at one point.

"What is this place?" Iyla asked nervously. She could feel the darkness and cold creeping into her skin and her mind. She slowed her pace, reluctant to get too close to the building.

"You don't recognize it?" Serriah asked. "Well, I suppose you never really did see the outside. You were too young to be sent out for errands like I was."

"Is…is this the Jons Home?" Iyla asked.

"Well it was. Now it's abandoned. Don't know why they don't just tear it down. It's an eyesore and everyone who has tried to rent it has ended up leaving. Something about it giving them the creeps."

"Can't imagine why," Iyla muttered. She shivered and pulled her robe tighter. She could feel Ahsoka trying to poke at her through their bond but she didn't answer back.

"See that window up there? The one on the second floor? That was our room. We used to watch-"

"Watch the stars and wish…" Iyla's breath hitched.

"Wish to be saved," Serriah finished for her looking up at the window solemnly. "And then we'd make up stories about them. To cheer us up after a nightmare or a tough punishment. The falling ones were the best because…" Serriah turned to look at Iyla and trailed off. "Hey, are you ok?"

Iyla couldn't reply though. She was frozen in place and her eyes were wide and focused on the small window. Her robe was pulled tightly to her chest, her hands gripping the fabric so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She was taking shaky and shallow breaths and appeared to be trembling. Ahsoka immediately rushed forward and got in her line of vision, carefully reaching out to her through the Force.

"Breathe, Padawan."

But Iyla didn't seem to hear her. Ahsoka gently prodded again through their bond, a silent and cautious invitation to be let it. She felt a bit of the girl's wall give way and she was invited inside.

Ahsoka had to stop herself from physically staggering under the flood of emotions and sensations in the Force. Fear. Panic. Pain. Confusion. Anxiety. All of it was crashing like waves against Ahsoka's mind and breaking messily against the shores of Iyla's Force signature. Flashes of memories from long ago.

Tearful sniffles and muffled sobs. An older voice shushing and comforting, telling stories about distant galaxies and stars winking at them from above. Whispered apologies followed by reassurances and a soft humming sound. Warm arms pulling close and rubbing soothing circles. Shaky promises to stick together and protect each other no matter what.

Yelling and mocking. Worthless. Lazy. Good for nothing. Throw away. Unnatural freak. A sharp cry of pain and a fearful whimper. Darkness and silence suffocating and boxing in. A door being latched and the panic of not enough air, choking, coughing, wheezing. A voice outside the door counting down the minutes, encouraging and reassuring that time was almost up, she'd be let out soon and she was doing so well. Gasping and scrambling into small but strong arms. Face buried in long dark hair and hands clutched tightly against stained and worn out tunics. Trembling against a firm chest snuggled under blankets in an embrace.

Ahsoka pushed her way through the darkness and suffocating fear. It was clear that seeing the Jons Home was triggering Iyla's long buried and forgotten trauma. Years of temple life and experiencing a loving family had dulled the pain and suppressed the memories but not erased them completely. This was what Master Obi-Wan had been worried about. Memories were tricky and unpredictable. Surfacing and consuming even after so many years. Ahsoka focused on the churning sea of emotion before her and stretched out her hand. She took a deep breath and centered herself in the Force, casting out an anchor for her Padawan to grasp on to. Feelings of peace and calm standing steady in the storm. She felt a presence brush against her just beyond her reach and she cast herself out further. Scrambling fingers and flailing arms found hers and latched on tightly. She focused on the hand and pulled the panicked and gasping girl closer, drawing her into her presence and surrounding her with warmth and light, grounding her in the peace of her Master.

The grip was painfully tight but still Ahsoka held on, pulling with the Force's help until Iyla was finally free from the murky depths of the water. Coughs, gasps, and panting tumbled out of the teen as she threw herself into Ahsoka's arms and trembled against her. Ahsoka brought a hand up to cradle the head to her chest and breathed deep and even, encouraging Iyla to focus on the movement and copy her. It took a few more wheezes before her breathing settled and the churning sea calmed itself. Slowly and reluctantly the grip on Ahsoka loosened and Iyla stepped back a bit. She shivered and looked down in shame. Ahsoka's hand stroked her cheek and she brought Iyla's face up to meet her eyes. With a kind smile, and a nod from the girl, Ahsoka retreated and gently pulled herself out of her Padawan's mind.

Both of them snapped back to reality to see Serriah's shocked and puzzled face staring at them.

"What…what just happened?" she asked. "Did you just use your magic to calm her down? I mean, obviously I couldn't see what was happening but you were like in this trance thing and then she was like not breathing and then you were like all intense and concentrated. Then she was calming down and hugging you and it's like you were talking without even talking, you know?"

Iyla was still getting her bearings and focusing on calming her breathing. Ahsoka put a hand on Iyla's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yes, in essence. I used the Force to enter Iyla's mind. As my apprentice, Iyla has formed a bond with me. A mind link that helps us feel and speak to each other through the Force. I used it to help bring her back. She was experiencing a pretty intense series of flashbacks. I think seeing the Jons Home again triggered it."

Serriah's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to trigger anything. I just thought seeing the home abandoned and run down would help reassure her that that awful time is definitely over and no one else has to suffer through it. If I'd known…"

"It's not your fault, Serriah. I didn't know she'd react this way either, and I'm her Master. Next to her father, I know her better than anyone. It's been a long time since Iyla was here and we both thought she wouldn't remember much."

Serriah nodded but still looked remorseful. "I…I have panic attacks sometimes too. Mrs. Berry calls it post-traumatic stress, but I just call it a crappy childhood."

"Those two things can be synonymous," Ahsoka smiled sadly.

"Is…is she going to be ok?"

Ahsoka turned to look at her Padawan who had finally stopped trembling and whose chest was rising and falling normally.

"She's going to be fine. Sometimes it takes a minute or so for her to calm herself down. But she always does, don't worry."

"S-Soka?" Iyla asked shakily.

Ahsoka was immediately at her side. "Hey, kiddo," she soothed.

"What h'ppened?" she asked.

"You're ok. Just a flashback attack," she smiled.

"'S'not a thing," Iyla said scrunching up her nose.

"Of course it is. I just made it up," Ahsoka smirked.

Iyla rolled her eyes fondly and took a deep breath then straightened up and stood tall with her hands behind her back.

"I'm so sorry, Iyla. I had no idea that seeing the home again would cause you such stress. I feel horrible." Serriah rambled.

"It's alright, Serriah. It's not your fault. No one could have predicted this," she said. Except maybe Papa she thought wryly. "Thanks for taking me here. It brought out some good memories as well. And thanks for telling me about my Papa and the Krozbi Academy. It was nice to hear that everyone is doing well now after leaving the Jons Home."

"You're welcome. It was great to catch up with you. But I'm sure you're probably tired. The hostel is just a few streets away," Serriah replied waving her hand for them to follow her.

When they got to the hostel, Serriah greeted Mr. Berry enthusiastically and he smiled at her fondly. He was a friendly man and was overjoyed to have two Jedi staying in his small and modest hostel. He gave them his best room and told them to let him know if they needed anything. Ahsoka and Iyla thanked him then said goodbye to Serriah and promised to meet up with her after breakfast the next morning.

Once they were in their room, Ahsoka sat down on one of the beds and studied Iyla as she got ready to settle down for the night. There was still tightness in her shoulders and her fingers were absentmindedly twiddling with her tunic sleeve. Clearly she wasn't completely calmed down.

"You want first shower?" Ahsoka spoke up conversationally.

"Hmm?" Iyla asked distractedly. "Oh yeah, sure, take the first shower. I'm ok."

"I asked if you wanted the first shower."

"No, you can have it. I'm fine."

Ahsoka gave her a disbelieving look and shook her head exasperatedly. "You're not fine," she said with an eyebrow raise.

"Hey, you don't get to use the eyebrow. I get that enough from Papa," Iyla whined.

"I'm being serious, Iyla. You're not ok. I know you pretty well, kiddo. You're still tense and wound up."

"Ok, fine. I'm still a bit rattled. But I will be ok. I promise. I'm just tired."

"Do you want me to call Master Obi-Wan," Ahsoka offered.

Iyla scoffed and looked offended. "I'm 17, not 7, Soka. I don't need my Papa to help me calm down like a youngling. I'll be fine. I promise."

"There's nothing wrong with needing your Papa, Iyla," Ahsoka replied. "You did say you would talk to me about it and not put up a fuss if I contact him."

"I'm not 'putting up a fuss,'" Iyla scowled. "I'm telling you that it's not necessary to call him. He'll just get worried and weird and overprotective and I don't want to deal with that. I said I'm fine. Why can't you just leave it alone?"

"Because you can't be unbalanced during the mission. You need to be in control. And he helps you regain control. There's no shame in needing his help," Ahsoka reasoned.

Iyla stuffed her robe in her bag forcefully. "Ugh! You know what, I will take first shower. Just to get out of this conversation. And don't even think about calling Papa while I'm gone," she said looking at her icily.

Ahsoka sighed and nodded. She would respect the girl's wishes…for now.

The meeting with Governor Finlayson was in short, a disaster. He agreed to see Serriah but was furious when Ahsoka and Iyla showed up, accusing Serriah of going behind his back and conspiring with Governor Shanloch.

"I put a roof over your head, Serriah," he said scathingly. "And this is how you repay me?"

Serriah apologized and bowed her head submissively. "Forgive me, Governor. I did not mean to undermine your authority or go against you. I only had South Stewjon's best interests at heart. Clearly Governor Shanloch isn't going to yield and no one wants a war on our hands. I'm looking out for the people and the land. If we can't resolve the dispute then the Republic will get involved and then our resources could be in jeopardy."

"And bringing in Jedi isn't involving the Republic?"

"The Jedi do not work exclusively with the Senate, Governor. We operate as a separate entity and our core mission is to bring peace. We are sent as ambassadors to solve disputes in hopes that the Senate and the Republic will not have to step in. Believe me, we have no interest in your resources. We simply want to ensure that Stewjon stays peaceful and prosperous," Ahsoka said placatingly.

"Our goal is to help you and Governor Shanloch reach an agreement and set up a solution for both sides of the planet to coexist. We are simply here to assist you, not take control," Iyla added.

"We? You're going to help me? What can a child do for me?" the Governor sneered.

Iyla clenched her jaw and tried to push down the feeling of indignation rising up in her. "I have been trained in diplomacy for years. You'll find I have much to contribute if given the chance," she said in a falsely calm voice.

Governor Finlayson studied her intently with narrowed eyes. "Serriah said she's known you for a while. How would she know a Jedi?" he asked.

"We knew each other as children. We spent some time together in the same home," Iyla said shifting uncomfortably as the Governor's eyes narrowed further and his brow furrowed.

"You one of those Huber rejects?"

Iyla barely hid her flinch. "I wasn't rejected. My father came to get me and took me to the temple. He rescued me from that hell hole and-"

"Father?" the Governor asked looking intrigued. "A Jedi father saving his daughter from a children's home? Now, where have I heard that before?" he grinned menacingly.

"I…I'm not sure," Iyla said uncertainly.

"Years ago a Jedi came and dismantled that home. He caused quite a stir when he showed up and insisted on building a new home and putting the kids under protective Republic custody. Caused even more of a stir when people found out he was a native. Born here then taken away. Much like yourself."

Iyla swallowed thickly and did not reply.

"What was his name again?" he asked stroking his stubbled chin. "Ah yes, Kenobi. A traitor to his planet and a self-righteous-"

"My father is NOT a traitor," Iyla spat clenching her fist.

"Oh ho ho, look at you. Got your grandfather's temper, you do," Governor Finlayson smirked.

"My…my…what?" Iyla asked with wide eyes.

"Hmm, daddy never told you, did he?"

"Told me? Told me what?"

Governor Finlayson laughed.

Iyla looked sideways at Ahsoka. Master? she asked though their bond.

Ahsoka had heard enough. "If all you're going to do is taunt my apprentice then we're going to leave. We'll contact the Senate and send Republic aide within the week," she said frostily.

The governor's smirk disappeared and he scowled. "Fine. Come back tomorrow and we will talk," he growled reluctantly.

Ahsoka gave him a short nod and turned to the door grabbing Iyla's arm as she went.

"Oh, and little Kenobi," Governor Finlayson called.

Iyla turned slightly in Ahsoka's firm grip.

"I hear the pub on Clavin Street is a great place to unwind. Might even end up finding something interesting. Perhaps uncovering some roots," he grinned impishly.

Iyla opened her mouth to ask him what he meant but a strong tug on her arm from Ahsoka kept her walking forward out into the hallway.

Dun-dun-DUUUUNN! Haha, sorry, couldn't resist. This idea has been hanging out in my mind for a while and I'm excited to finally be fleshing it out. Please let me know your thoughts. I'm craving conversation that doesn't involve scissor safety, reminders to wash hands all the time, and constant singing of cartoon theme songs, lol.

Next part will be called: Family Doesn't End with Blood.

Also I made more art for my story. Because I'm lame and can't resist. But I'm no artist so I cheated and used pic crew instead. Check it out at my tumblr if you wish:

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