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Obi-Wan had landed around twenty minutes after Anakin had. It took him a while to get his bearings on the criminal infested wasteland that was Tatooine, and once he did, it took him even longer to sort out exactly where Anakin would be going. His first instinct was to track down the slave owner that Qui-Gon had swindled the boy from all those years ago, and to follow whatever leads he'd received.
It had been to his bad fortune that a sand storm arrived in the area, engolfing the whole of Mos Espa into a wall of sand. Try as he might to track down the infamous Toydarian, of whom Anakin insisted was now nothing more than a homeless street vendor, Obi-Wan had never met the creature and was at a loss of whom to follow. His intuition and the Force, or his stomach which was now burbling.
What was funny was, when he checked his intuition, it said to follow his stomach. So he did.
Passing by a peculiar looking man with a stylized mustache, that seemed almost too surprised to see a Jedi on a Hutt world, Obi-Wan used his nose to track down something resembling food on the market street. Between the sands and the smell of rotten everything, it was near impossible.
Eventually, however, a small cantina caught his gray-blue eyes. The misty colored orbs grew wide as he realized he smelled something absolutely delicious coming from inside the space and his stomach burbled in anticipation. He didn't even care that mister stylized mustache was actually tailing him. Someone that prim couldn't hardly be any trouble. He's likely curious as to why I'm here, Obi-Wan assured himself.
In entering the cantina, eloquently named in some foreign script, Obi-Wan was surprised to find the place bustling with almost every type of individual. A Twil'ek pirate sat between like-minded comrads while a furry-faced land baron leaned intently on the table beside him, listening closely to whatever the human had to say to him. It was a strange mix of rich and poor, of sentients of all kinds, and Obi-Wan could only smile and shake his head. Hopefully a Jedi is also welcomed here, he dared fathom as he took his seat by the bar.
The room was clean, decorated in polished bronze that actually gave the facility an air of class that even Obi-Wan could appreciate. All around him were living beings of all kinds enjoying themselves while performers on stage entertained in what was most typical of all cantinas in the area. So, naturally, when a woman on the stage glanced his way, Obi-Wan had to look away, his face nearly as red as his hair. Despite its air of regalia, this still was not his area of comfort. Not with so many flashy costumes exposing so many things he'd rather be left to the imagination.
It seemed, however, that the bartender noticed his obvious discouragement and smiled at him with full, rosey lips. She was a human like him, with a complexion that was either natural or derived from the sun, he couldn't tell. But she seemed kind when she slid him a drink, "On the house, Master." She saluted him. He grinned and downed the drink quickly, finding himself wondering what he was even doing in the room in the first place.
With brown eyes curious, the woman behind the bar rested on her elbows and inquired, "What brings one of such moral countenance to Mos Espa?"
Surprised she was still talking to him, Obi-Wan shrugged, spotting the spiraled face of Mr. Mustache no less, as he sat down on the other side of the bar. I've never been this popular before, the man decided, turning back to the woman to answer her, "I'm helping out a friend... He's trying to dig up some information on someone important to him."
Raising extraordinarily thin eyebrows, the woman smirked, "A Jedi has friends?" she pointed out in wonder, "Well, you learn something new every day."
Suddenly suspecting she might be of some use, Obi-Wan leaned forward on the table, "You wouldn't happen to know a Toydarian by the name of Watto, would you?" To that, the woman grinned and nodded, pointing over towards one of the private booths in the room.
"He owns this place." She pointed out, "Just bought it from the gentleman sitting across from him, actually." Obi-Wan raised his brows.
"And here I thought his assets had been ruined."
The woman chuckled and shrugged, "A couple years ago, I'd say you were right... but he had some luck in selling a maintenance droid," she started out, refilling Obi-Wan's shot glass with more of that tasty, clear liquid. He gulped it down willingly, surprised at his own eagerness, "I guess it had looked like garbage on the outside, but had some clever programming that impressed old Gardula... Her favor tends to have some grand pay-offs." To that Obi-Wan nodded.
"Clearly."
He then stood up and meandered towards that private booth, standing by the two men debating for some time as he waited to be noticed. It didn't matter that his vision was getting a little fuzzy, he was on a mission. After some time, the Toydarian finally glanced his way, shock in his eyes.
"A... Jedi?" He inquired with his heavy accent, "In my establishment?" In seeing his repressed outrage, his counterpart sneaked away, leaving the seat open for Obi-Wan. The Jedi in question watched the Toydarian carefully as he sat down, his mist colored eyes not showing the actual disorientation he was feeling. "What for?" Watto finally inquired.
"I'm a friend of Anakin's." Obi-Wan added after a short while, making Watto's eyes widen. It actually surprised Obi-Wan that it was possible, what with the facial structure of the creature. "He's run into some information that has him digging up information about his family. I'm helping him."
Sensing that he wasn't in some sort of trouble, Watto glanced down at his drink a moment and smiled, "Ani wants to know about his family?" he echoed. Obi-Wan nodded sternly, feeling more and more disoriented by the minute.
"I was hoping maybe you knew something."
Shrugging, Watto sat back, "I don't know much." He admitted, but then glanced around the cantina, "But I have all this because of his kindness, so I'll tell you what I can." Surprised, Obi-Wan sat back with eyes wide. Sensing his confusion, Watto elaborated, "The last time I saw Ani, he fixed an old droid I'd been trying to sell. That small act of kindness, despite all I did as his master, went a long ways for me. It was a kindness his mother offered me before I sold her, which was why only the best customer could have her. And that man was Lars, who seemed in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her. But she did tell me things... things I don't think she told Ani."
Sensing a good story, Obi-Wan sat forward, only to see the bartender give him another shot and a large bowl of food. He turned to her with his brows raised, "I could hear that stomach of yours over this noise... seemed appropriate." She smiled at him and then walked away with a wink.
Chuckling, Watto admitted, "She's like a daughter to me, that Radina." He then grinned, "You aren't looking to take a wife, are you? Cause she's worth while." To that, Obi-Wan chuckled.
"Jedi don't marry, I'm afraid."
To that, Watto looked disappointing, "Then who the heck was it walking around with Ani the last time?" He put his hand to his furred face, "It seemed to me that she was his wife or something... Ah, whatever, he's a grown man with his own affairs..." And he let the topic die, but Obi-Wan couldn't help but think of Anakin's behavior on Coruscant, of his crying out for a son, and something in the Force told him to keep that thought in the back of his mind. And, in doing so, he started wolfing down his food. He was twice as hungry as before.
"Shmi was a good woman." Watto started out proudly, "She could turn even the darkest hearts into total softies, myself included once I let her. But she always seemed so sad. I'd assumed that it was because of Ani, but... well, one day I just had to ask." Obi-Wan paused in his chewing to listen more closely, staring the man down as his vision continued to blur. Watto, however, took no note of this, "I hadn't realized how much pain she lived with every day... her past was quite traumatic."
"How so?" Obi-Wan inquired, amazed at the compassion this Toydarian had about him. Shmi was clearly someone important to him.
Shrugging, Watto elaborated quietly, "She was once a princess, Master Jedi. A very powerful, well respected princess. Her whole life had been about unifying her world under peace... and then someone destroyed that with a few simple words." He then paused and took a deep breath, "It killed her inside, not being able to follow through with what she believed to be her destiny. She wanted so badly to bring light to her dark world, to have brought her son up under her people's teachings. She was convinced he'd been robbed of a great destiny too."
Eyes wide in complete surprise, it took Obi-Wan some time to form even the most simple question, "And how could someone take her power away with a few words?"
Sitting back and scratching his beard once again, Watto sighed, "Words are more powerful than the Force, my friend. And her step-mother was apparently a good fabricator of stories. She invented lies upon lies about Shmi, painting her in the worst light possible, until even her own father's vision was clouded. It was then that she and Anakin were forced to flee the world, to hide in the stars." He paused there again, "I guess that Anakin died at some point, though she wouldn't say how."
"That Anakin?" Obi-Wan wondered. His companion merely nodded, "As in not our Anakin?"
"She wouldn't say exactly who that Anakin was," Watto admitted, "But I could tell he was important to her. She told me there was no other man in the galaxy who could make her laugh as hard as he."
"Our Anakin's father, maybe?" Obi-Wan wanted to know. To that, Watto shook his head.
He then admitted, "I asked her the same thing, actually, but she explained that Ani had been born more than a year after that Anakin had been murdered. That Ani truly had no father, and that he was special because of it... Your Master Jinn seemed to convince her of that even more when he took Ani from us."
"So a lover, perhaps?" Obi-Wan wondered. Watto merely shrugged.
"I honestly didn't think to ask that question." He admitted with a slight grin, "But he was very, very important to her. She said he gave her strength when even she doubted herself. He apparently insisted that there was no better person in existence than she, and, frankly... I think he's right. But remembering those words gave her such confidence... she even offered to help me when I was most in need." He then sat forward, his eyes near tears, "Me... her cruel master... I still don't get it."
"How so?" Obi-Wan wondered, making Watto's brow furrow, so he elaborated, feeling his speech slur a little, "How did she try to help you?"
Nodding in understanding, Watto recalled, "She gave me her most valued possession to sell; an old book she said belonged to the ancient Jedi. She said her world had possessed it for generations and that it was worth a great deal to the right people."
Surprised, Obi-Wan questioned aloud, "And how would her people come to possess a treasure like that?" Watto shrugged a moment before answering.
"That question, I did ask." He told him proudly, "And apparently her people were the decedents of an old order of Jedi that isolated themselves on her world. She even," he chuckled as he remembered something, "She even told me that she was a trained warrior because of this and that she was not surprised Ani had been chosen to join the Jedi."
Intrigued, Obi-Wan inquired, "And what became of that book, if you don't mind my asking?"
Watto raised his hands in defense, "Hey, I might be cruel sometimes, but even I understand sentiment. I gave it back to her... Lars probably still has it." Obi-Wan nodded, surprised by this particular Toydarian. Anakin's stories of him hadn't shed this sort of light on the little fellow.
They sat there in silence a moment, each digesting information. Obi-Wan was trying to understand everything he was learning about his best friend's history, while Watto struggled to comprehend why this particular Jedi looked so ill. He then watched as Obi-Wan gulped down another shot of whiskey and raised a brow.
"You sure you should be drinking in that state, my friend?" He wondered aloud. Confused, Obi-Wan merely shrugged, suddenly remembering another pivotal question in his now very clouded mind.
"And what of her other children?" He asked in a slur of words.
Caught off guard, Watto inquired, "Come again?"
"What of Jacen and Jaina Darklighter?" He clarified, looking up through eyes that were dilating in and out, as though unsure of the light in the room. Watto watched them for a moment, growing more concerned.
"I'm not sure I follow." The Toydarian finally admitted. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan collected his thoughts to explain.
"These two Jedi appeared recently." He tried his best to enunciate, "Their power feels just like Anakin's... the council believes they are his... brother and sister." To that, Watto floated from his chair, his small, pixie-like wings lifting him easily from the ground.
"Ani has no brother or sister." He informed the Jedi, "I promise you that." He then placed a hand on Obi-Wan's forehead, "You are very sick, my friend. We should get you into one of the rooms above the cantina... on the house for a friend of Ani's by the way."
"You're too kind." Obi-Wan stuttered as his eyes fluttered open and closed, "But I think I'd be more comfortable on my ship."
Chuckling, Watto added, "You wouldn't make it." He then turned to his bartender and ushered her over with a nod of his head. She came on over, a small frown on her face as she inspected the man.
"You look terrible, master Jedi." She admitted in an ironic tone, "Should of told me you couldn't handle Wooskie."
"Wooskie?" he mumbled as the woman slung him over her shoulder.
"Wookie whiskey." She informed him as they moved towards the stairs. As they moved, he heard Watto call out "Feel better, my friend!" From his table before resuming his work. And, as they moved, he spotted the strange man that had been following him by the bar, a peculiar smile on his face as he toasted him from afar. What's going on? He wondered as they started climbing the stairs, the man now out of his view.
"What did you do to me?" He hissed at Radina before his whole world went black. The last thing he heard was her all-knowing chuckle.
Luke managed to talk Bail into giving the twins separated beds again, and Leia couldn't help but chuckle at her brother's caution. A man cannot be distracted while working, senator, he'd argued, to which her youthful, adoptive father nodded in kind.
So, as she lay down inside a smaller guest room, one three floors down from her princess's suite in the future, she sighed and once more took in the Alderaanian air. It was like she'd died and gone to heaven. Mostly.
Seeing her mother and father was blissful, but it brought so many unresolved issues into the forefront of her mind: did she want to save them all? If she did, they would not be her parents anymore. If she didn't, they all died in a tragic way. It was a conundrum for her, contemplating what she did and didn't want to do, and now she understood her brother's caution in meddling with the time-stream.
He'd gone down to check on the guard situation, inspecting monitors for flaws and going over maps of the castle to ensure there was no way for an assailant to sneak in. He was a perfectionist, something Leia could understand, but even she knew when to rest.
They were still tired. They were still recovering. And perhaps that is what has him so scared.
Scared of what? Luke wondered from outside in the hall. Moments later, he entered their room and fell directly on his bed with a sigh. I'm not scared... I just don't know this place like you do.
Leia chuckled, "I know, but we do need to be careful. You did almost die recently, and I'd hate to go through that again."
"True enough." Luke snickered. He then sat up his forearms and reached his left hand out towards a small remote that sat on the dresser across from them. It wiggled and shifted a little, but did no more. "I feel like I did when Ben was first instructing me."
"Like an ignorant child?" Leia quipped.
And Luke countered, "Like a baby nexu." To that they both chuckled and laid back in the silence of the grand estate. "I guess there is a big dinner or something tonight... Mother is supposed to arrive in the next hour or so."
Leia grinned, "You called her mother, how cute."
"And what would you call her? Mommy?" Luke joked, turning to his sister with laughter in his eyes.
"I already told you that she is officially Mommidala." He chuckled some and shook his head. Then he stood up and proceeded to enter their small en suite.
"I need a shower." He announced, "Especially knowing it will be a six years wait once you get in there." Leia threw a pillow at him, it bouncing off his shoulder. He turned and shook his head, a big grin on his face. It was nice to be on track again.
"Hurry it up, flyboy!" Leia called as she watched him close the door. Then she too stood up and began rummaging through the small closet by the door. Queen Breha had supplied her with some dresses and Leia was just dying to look and feel regal again. She only hoped that tonight would go as well as it had today.
Having trained in the simulator all afternoon, one tired Clone Arc-Trooper Captain CT-7567, Rex, climbed up the temple steps in search of not released information. It had been three days now and he'd heard nothing about his favorite Jedi.
The stairs were agonizing, but he doubted his pains bested that of his general, and that was what kept him going. It was a relief that he was not in his battle armor, that would have been too much to bare today. No, better to let that stink air out before the commander gives me hell for it again. And the thought of her know-it-all nature brought a smile to his face.
Working for General Skywalker had always been a blast, but it turned into a real party once Commander Tano had joined the cause. She tested and tried the man on many occasions, something he and the other troopers found to be the highlight of their day. They were all a tight nit family, but what united them most was their regard for their generals. Though it had been bread into them to follow orders, Skywalker and Tano had earned their respect many times over.
And he was worried for both of them.
Approaching the current Jedi secretary, he waited patiently for her to regard him. And when the young human did, she did so with a smile, "Captain Rex!" She greeted him, "What brings you here?"
Rex did a slight salute for her, which only caused her smile to widen, "I'm hear seeking a status report on General Skywalker. We've not heard anything about him back at the 501st." As soon as he'd said Skywalker's name, it became apparent that the prognosis was not good.
Almost instantly, the secretary began working with the computer, trying to conjure something to give to the loyal captain. "I'm... I'm sorry, there is nothing I'm permitted to share really." She told him, "He is awake, though, from what I can tell... so, at least he's not dead." Rex let out a sigh of relief.
"And what about Commander Tano?" He wondered kindly, "She seemed pretty shaken."
The secretary was once again at her computer, typing furiously as she searched for any shred of information to share. "She's, well, she's disappeared. It seems the temple has an APB out to find her right now, issued by..." She read through the information quickly, her brown eyes darting back and forth, "Master Plo Koon." When the secretary regarded him next, she saw the worry in his eye, "I can see about scheduling a meeting with the master if you would like."
Swallowing his worry, Rex nodded, "I would very much like that, miss." In his mind, he was already formulating a plan to mobilize the men on leave from the 501st. No one disappeared on their watch. No one.
Padme watched with anticipation as Alderaan came into view. It was about time for her to get off that ship, she was getting so ancy. Though, most of that need spurred from her most recent nightmares.
It was a fight to close off those images, the ones she'd had after Ahsoka had left her chambers that night. Though she'd been startled, falling back asleep took no time, and, as soon as she had, the trouble began.
The images were horrid and, thankfully, difficult to see; planets being destroyed, hands being severed. The only thing she truly recognized was that the dreams centered around two people: Jacen and Jaina. And part of her wanted to address this with them, but it was silenced by the other part that despised them for their intrusions.
They had no right to enter her precious Varykino. AND Jaina had absolutely no right to be in that dress.
It amazed her that Anakin had been able to stifle his own outrage, as she was struggling with her own. She knew there would be temptation to slap Jaina the moment she saw her, but the questions that would raise is what kept her intentions in check. Though she did enjoy the image in her mind a little too much as she'd daydreamed.
"We'll be landing in a moment, senator." Typho told her as he began flipping switches, "Should we wake the Jedi?" The door swished open as if to answer his question, and a sleepy Ahsoka moseyed through it.
"Are we there already?" She inquired while rubbing sleep from her eyes. Padme chuckled and nodded, watching the planet grow bigger from her chair. But, as she watched Alderaan's beautiful blue form grow, she saw it completely explode into nothing. It seemed to have stopped reality, her heart, everything.
Until a hand reached out and rested on her shoulder, "Are you all right, senator?" Ahsoka asked, her blue eyes filled with worry. Slowly, Padme swallowed and turned to look through the viewfinder again: Alderaan was there, it was fine.
"Yes." She replied, releasing a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "I'm all right."
Moments later, they were at the lovely docking bay in the middle of the mountains, the glorious view lighted by fair sunlight. Padme hardly waited a moment before disembarking, and Ahsoka was at her heels with blue orbs wide in wonder.
"This is Alderaan?" She gasped, seeing the distant birds zip across the sky, "It's so beautiful." Padme chuckled.
"I know..." she told her, "It feels so peaceful here. I understand why Bail's always headed home. No one can stay away from this for long." And speaking of Bail, he was approaching, his entourage in tow. And two in his group made her fury grow like a well fed flame.
Jacen and Jaina Darklighter stood at his side, smiles wide as they watched the landing party approach. It took her a moment to recognize them, seeming as they appeared no longer sickly and even seemed younger than before. But her relief at their improved health did little to stifle her fury.
Captain Typho was quick about handling the ship, while Padme, Ahsoka and a handmaiden proceeded down the lane.
"Padme!" Bail greeted with arms open wide, "At last you've arrived! We feared the worst for you." She smiled at him and curtsied as appropriate. Ahsoka did her best to match her movements, but settled for a Jedi bow instead.
"I'm just glad we're here." Padme informed the proud viceroy, "I can't thank you enough for hosting this summit. Alderaan's influence has made all of this so much smoother." She then took Bail's hand and the party moved indoors.
Once inside, the party split into different groups, with several other senators and representatives heading towards their own rooms to freshen up before the dinner that evening, and several security officials scattering to double check that Aurra Sing had not infiltrated the facility as Ahsoka's visions had suggested. All the while, Bail and Padme continued their conversation casually, "It's our pleasure to host this event. We are most fortunate to have recovered from the fighting so well, and it is our responsibility to assist those who were not so lucky."
Padme nodded, "Indeed. I couldn't have said it better myself."
"We'd best go visit Breha." Bail suddenly inserted, "She's dying to see you, but isn't quite well enough for a formal reception." Smiling, Padme turned and nodded to Ahsoka first.
"I'd be delighted." And with it, the two were off on their own, leaving the Darklighters and Ahsoka in the middle of the hallway with Artoo and Threepio. They stood silent for a moment, all eyes watching the two senators carefully, before facing one another.
"You aren't going to try to arrest us again, are you?" Leia suddenly wondered, making Luke smile a little, "For trespassing, I mean? After all, your master isn't here, and he seemed the more determined one." Ahsoka shrugged, feigning innocence despite this opportune moment.
"I can't really arrest someone for breaking into their own house, can I?" She wondered aloud.
When both 'Darklighters' furrowed their brows, she grinned widely, "I figured out who you are... my dear Skywalkers." She then stepped forward boldy, grinning almost like a little maniac, "Tell me, am I Auntie Soka in your time? Or Auntie Snips?" She watched as 'Jaina' paled and 'Jacen' turned his face to the floor to stifle a laugh. Clearly one sibling believed this to be funny, at least.
Eventually, the man brought his eyes back to her, and vocalized what his sister could not, "What gave us away?" He then turned his eyes towards Threepio, "Outside of big mouth here."
Smiling one moment, and serious the next, Ahsoka explained to them carefully, "On our way back from a mission, my master... well, he got really sick somehow." Both siblings stepped forward, concern laced into their features.
"Is he all right?" 'Jaina' wanted to know, her chocolate colored eyes wide.
Ahsoka nodded, "They had to sedate him... All of a sudden, he started lashing out in the Force, ripping rooms apart as though caught in a tornado or something. It was like some dormant part of him had taken complete control, the part of him who knew that his son was in danger."
The two were silent a moment, with 'Jacen's' palor turning almost as pail as his sister's. "He could sense that?" he near whispered.
Stepping forward, Ahsoka crossed her arms, "What happened after you left the Naboo?"
It took a moment for him to collect his words, as well as a supportive hand on his arm from his sister, but eventually 'Jacen' was able to explain. It seemed his shock at the ferocity of his father had stilled his tongue a moment at least. His sister was still wordless, processing.
"We left to find the home planet of the Skywalkers, Advorosia." he started, "But while en route, we were caught in a fierce storm that started ripping the ship apart. I used the last of my power to save us." 'Jaina' nodded beside him slowly, clearly still traumatized by the near miss.
"But you're okay now?" Ahsoka wanted to know.
Again, the siblings nodded, this time with 'Jaina' narrating, "We found someone on Advorosia to help us both. He stopped the aging-sickness and gave us a fresh start. It diminished our powers temporarily, but... well, those are coming back rather quickly, I think."
Jaw dropped, Ahsoka had to ask, "You mean you have no power right now?" Slowly, they nodded again, with 'Jacen' looking all the more ashamed for it. "Well that's not good... Not with Aurra Sing after Padme." 'Jacen' stepped forward, his face reflecting the seriousness of his father.
"Who?" He wanted to know.
Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka explained, "I've been having visions of a bounty hunter by the name of Aurra Sing attacking Padme at this summit. At first I'd lied about it, but now I really am having these visions, and I don't know what to do." Suddenly, someone grasped her hand, and Ahsoka turned to find it was 'Jaina' who'd taken it.
"Don't worry." She told her, "We may not have our powers, but we will still help you." Something about the look in her eye made Ahsoka feel reassured, and then she realized it was that same look her master always gave her in the thick of the worst. When he was at his best.
"Thank you." She replied, almost fighting a tear away. Something about this felt so precious to her, but she couldn't explain it, "I really mean it, Jaina." To that, 'Jaina' smiled wide and shook her head.
"My name is Leia actually." She then turned towards her brother, "And this is my twin, Luke."
"Twins?" Ahsoka asked with eyes wide, "My master has twins?... Oh, boy." The three of them chuckled at the notion, even while she shook her head. "Something tells me I'll be head babysitter-"
"-excuse me, Master Luke, Mistress Leia..." Threepio suddenly inserted, having just returned from monitoring the hall, "But it seems that a group of senators are headed this way." The twins nodded to him.
"Thank you Threepio." Leia replied, then turned back to Ahsoka, "We'd best head to our rooms anyways... After all, there is a big dinner tonight." Ahsoka audibly sighed, showing her opinion of such formalities.
Luke chuckled, turning while he said, "I'm with you Auntie Snips." He could hear his sister laugh at whatever expression Ahsoka had donned.
Author's Note: At last! I get to focus on Obi-Wan! It took a while to actually work him into the forefront, but it was so worth it to me (and hopefully to all of you too!) One thing I love about stories is how complicated a universe can become when you start pulling other people into it. Sure, we all have our own interests as we read, but I find having more than one plot to look forward to really adds another dimension to a story. Now, I've never done multiple plots in a story before, so we'll have to wait and see if it works out, but I'm hoping I caught your interest with his plight.
Anyone else notice that I spelled Aurra's name wrong in previous chapters? Lol, I didn't catch it right away, but now I have. I'm not sure when I'll get to fix the other chapters, but I figure I'll leave my mistake there for all to see. Thanks to those of you who have caught mistakes in the past, by the way. I appreciate it.
Lastly, I wanted to talk about Luke and Leia's reaction to Ahsoka discovering who they were. How many of you were expecting Luke to be upset about it? Frustrated even?... Originally, I was going to write that, but, well I wound up rewatching Return of the Jedi recently, and that brought something to my attention I hadn't noticed before. The whole time the Ewoks were taking Luke, Han, Chewie and the droids hostage, Luke was grinning, almost like he was amused by the situation (and with Han acting the way he was, who wouldn't be?). It occurred to me that, if presented in the right way, he'd probably just laugh at what Ahsoka would say and let the universe handle it how it may. So that is what I wrote.
Thank you again to those of you that reviewed and I welcome those of you who posted for the first time! I love reading what you all have to say and I hope to keep seeing new IDs joining in on the fun!