*Disclaimer I don't own Star Wars. You know the drill*

Hey guys, not much plot this episode. I just needed to set it up for the next episode. Also thank you for the reviews! My usual update schedule is Sundays, but quarantine means that it could update literally any time.

"What'd I tell you, she's just a kid."

"Yeah, but you should've seen her fighting. One Jedi, even a Padawan, can fight like 10 of us."

My eyes opened slowly, but when I tried to sit up, my head swam.

"Where- where am I? What happened? The droids?" I asked.

I was pushed back to the ground, but I propped myself on my elbows.

"We killed off the rest of the droids, but one of them hit you on the head. You got pretty scraped up after that."

One look at my arms confirmed Bly's comment; there were gashes and bruises up and down my arms. My clothes were dirty and torn, but the worst was that my belt was empty. Not only were the sabers gone, but the pouches with a comlink and some ration bars were gone. It was completely empty. My hair was down, too, and it fell around my shoulders. For some reason, it felt so wrong. I reached up with one hand and pulled it off to one side. Sitting up completely, I began to braid it simply and tie it back.

"Did you send the transmission to the blockade ship?"

"Of course, sir."
I didn't understand why they called me and my Master 'sir'.

"Where are my lightsabers? And everything else that was on my belt?"

"Right here, Akirah."

I stood up and turned around, and there stood Master Secura holding my sabers.

"Master! I'm sorry, I lost focus…"

She held up a hand.

"Yes, but you also cut down almost a whole squadron."

"Me and Bly and Galle."

"Don't put too much credit on us, Commander."

I smiled and started to laugh until I doubled over and vomited in the grass.

"I… I don't feel good. I need to…"

I swayed and fell, but I was caught by two strong blue arms.

"She must've gotten a concussion from that droid."

"General, we've got to get her back to base. She's not gonna be able to fight anymore."

"No. Master, I'm fine!" I stood up, but the world started spinning.

"Akirah, look at me. Swallow this and it'll knock you out for an hour or so… just long enough for us to get you back to base. I promise you'll be ok."

I nodded and took the pill my master handed to me. For the second time, my world went black.

When I woke up again, it was in a soft bed with harsh white sheets. Squinting, I looked around, and tried to take in my surroundings. I looked down and noticed a drip in my arm.

"M-master?"

"Here, Akirah. How do you feel?" Master Secura's voice came from a stool in the corner.

"Better, I think." I replied.

"You shouldn't have any problems anymore. I'm no Healer, but you do learn some things in the field."

"Are supplies getting through now?"

"We were able to land our troops, but the fighting here isn't over. We have to end the occupation here first."

I walked to the 'fresher and changed into my extra clothes. After washing my face, I looked in the mirror. My face had a few light scratches and one big bruise on the side of my forehead.

"Kriff. I look like hell."

I said out loud. Walking towards the command center, I sent a quick message to Ahsoka. In the command center, Master Aayla, Bly, and Galle were standing around the holo and were discussing tactical plans.

"We do not have the troops for a head on assault."

My master's accented voice rang even the makeshift hangar.

"General, no offense, but there aren't that many other options." Bly said.

"We could use explosives." Galle suggested.

"We don't have enough firepower." Bly countered.

"Actually, I think we do." I said.