Chapter Five: Introductions...Finally!

~Ezra's POV~

I stifled a yawn as I turned the page, not wanting to fall asleep just as the book was getting good. "You know... if your getting tired you can just checkout the book and read it later?" Baldy gently suggested, his Force presence flickering with amusement.

I looked up in surprise, my mouth dropping open in shock. "You're kidding, right? I mean... can I really checkout the book?"

Baldy shook his head, one eyebrow lifting upwards. "I am afraid that I don't typically kid around. You really can checkout the book."

I sprang to my feet, clutching the book to my chest as if it were a lifeline...all that information that I didn't know that the book was giving me could be mine for a little while longer! "What are we waiting for?! Let's go checkout!" I glanced around, suddenly feeling very lost. How does one checkout a book from a library?

Baldy placed a hand on my shoulder, steering me to the front of the library. "This way." He approached a long desk with a computer set up on it and an elderly lady standing behind it. "Master Jocasta Nu... our friend here would like to checkout this book." Baldy paused, glancing over at me as if he just realized that I had never mentioned my name, and so he supposedly didn't know it. As if he hasn't read through my criminal files!

I stepped up to her, holding the book out for her to see. "Ezra." I didn't bother to tell her my last name, honestly, I'll be surprised if the bucketheads and Inquisitors don't know what my full name is.

She peered down at the book in my hand, tapping away at a keyboard. "What's your last name sweetie?" She gave me a smile that reminded me of the grandmotherly smiles that I've seen grandmothers give to their grandchildren.

I hesitated, confused on why she would ask that. Surely she knew who I was..? Shoving this thought to the back of my head, I decided to use the last name that we typically used when working undercover and needing a way to explain our family dynamic. "Specter. Ezra Specter."

She nodded once, then finished typing up whatever it was that she was typing. "Have a good day young Ezra. Mace? I'll see you around."

"Thank you Jocasta." Mace, not Baldy apparently, nodded to her by way of thanks.

I stepped back, clutching the book to my chest. "Bye...thank you ma'am." Never let anyone say that Hera didn't teach me some manners!

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I wiggled under the covers, feeling my heavy eyelids starting to slide shut once again...only to snap them open the second I felt the strong, blinding strength from the light side. Wherever I was at, they obviously were keeping a lot of captured Jedi and Padawans here. I curled into a tight ball, feeling panic rise up. I still couldn't sense Kanan or my fellow Padawan...or anyone from my little family for that matter. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to concentrate on keeping my breathing calm and steady. Why couldn't I sense anyone!?

Snapping my eyes open, I stood abruptly, and tiptoed over to the door. Opening it, I peered out to see that the guards were deep in conversation still. Then again, they looked to be different ones from when Mace brought me back here. Though the one on the left looked vaguely familiar...

"I see you can't sleep. Would you like a warm glass of blue milk to help you sleep?" The one on the left spoke suddenly, turning to face me.

I immediately bit back a gasp of surprise. I was right about him being familiar... however the last time I saw him, he was an old man living in the middle of a desert in hiding from the Empire. "...Obi-wan Kenobi..." No sooner had the words left my lips than I found myself lying flat on my back, back in the bed that they were providing for me, a fretting lady leaning over me.

"Good...you're awake." She straightened up, turning to face my guards that were most definitely not Inquisitors. "Let me know if he faints again."

"I didn't faint..." I weakly argued as I struggled to sit up.

"I agree with Vokara Che. You fainted the second you registered that you were looking at me." Obi-wan smoothly cut in, concern dancing in his eyes. I guess somethings never change, the Order in my time might have changed for the sake of survival, but Obi-wan was still the concerned Jedi Master.

"I'm a sorry." I mumbled under my breath, shrinking back into the soft pillows that were stacked up behind me.

Obi-wan's companion, who had dark blonde hair and blue eyes with a single scar down the one side of his face, turned to face him. "Come on Obi-wan. We probably should leave him to rest."

"Anakin, I want to know why he reacted so strongly when he noticed me." Obi-wan protested, worry reflecting in his eyes.

I mumbled a single word under my breath. "Tatoonie."

"What about that dust-ball that people claim is a planet?" Anakin rudely asked, making his opinion of the planet very clear.

I felt my mind whirl, hoping that I could think of something believable to say. "I was told that he was on Tatoonie. Is it safe for me to guess that you've never been there before?" I didn't particularly like Tatoonie when I was there, but I was able to learn lots from Obi-wan while there so it was ok in my book, though I didn't understood why he had such strong emotions against it.

Anakin started, before gritting his teeth together. "I'm from Tatoonie. And I still go by what I said earlier."

Oh. I almost forgot that during the Old Republic that Jedi moved younglings as they found them to Coruscant for training instead of making a base on a random planet and doing most of the training in the middle of space where no one could find them. Turning red in the face from embarrassment, I turned to face Obi-wan again. "Some blue milk does sound good..."

It took him a full minute before he realized that I was answering his question from earlier. "I'll go get you some then." He turned to leave, leaving Anakin with me. "Keep an eye on him, why don't you Anakin?"

This was going to be a long night... if this only lasted the night. Hopefully I would wake up in the time period in the morning.

A/N: Done! Ok, so all that just happened. At least they finally learned names and Ezra realizes he is in the wrong time period! I am thinking of having Mace Windu take him on as a Padawan. Do you guys think that will be a good idea? Mainly so that he can say that his Great-Grandmaster helped train him in the OLD ways of the Jedi. Hey, when your way of life is illegal, you have a tendency to change the way you do some things so as to blend in better. Ironically enough, the younger the generation, the easier it is for them to adapt to the new way of doing things. THe older generations turn themselves into crazy hermits to avoid detection.

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