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Luke awoke to find his face in the crook of someone's shoulder. The blond haired youth immediately shot strait up in bed, simultaneously waking his sleeping partner. A beautiful, athletically built woman pushed herself onto her elbows. Long, flame-red strands cascaded about the woman's slender shoulders, partially covering her bare breasts. Luke blushed at seeing a woman in that state, then realised his own indecency.

The woman didn't seem to notice the look of confusion and shock on Luke's face. She merely rubbed the sleep from her emerald green eyes and crawled out of the bed she and Luke had been sharing. She pulled on a shirt (obviously Luke's by the size) and headed for the door, only to stop and look back at Luke. Luke still sat frozen on the bed, mouth gaping and blue eyes glazed over.

"You better hurry up and get dressed. The others will be here any minute." told the woman.

And with that the young red haired woman turned and left. Luke instantly snapped out of his daze. The young Jedi looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. The room Luke was in had simple gray walls, a carpeted floor, a bed, desk, closet, a few pictures on the walls, and there was clothing scattered about (Luke didn't want to think about how it got there).

What was happening to him? The last thing Luke remembered was falling asleep on the Millennium Falcon after the party on Endor. How had he come to be in this room? Where was he? And who was that woman who had been sleeping beside him?

Luke ran a hand through his hair and instantly froze. The young Jedi had to fight the urge to scream. His right hand, the one he had lost almost a year ago, was actual flesh and blood! Luke felt his stomach drop as his heart jumped into his throat. How could his hand be flesh and blood? His father had… Luke forced himself to calm down and released his anxieties into the Force.

Taking in a deep breath, Luke got up from the bed. Quickly giving himself a once over, Luke noticed his body had not gone under any other extreme changes. He was still lean with a strong, muscled physique, scars still covered his fair skin, though not all the scars were the same, and he somehow knew his hair and eyes were still the same colour. However, Luke was now sporting a small ponytail and braid for some odd reason.

With all the questions swimming around in his head, Luke thought it best to just focus on getting dressed. He opened the closet and found it full of Jedi robes. Most of the robes were light in colour, the complete opposite of the dark clothing Luke had been wearing for the past year. Shrugging his shoulders, Luke pulled on a set of tan and white Jedi robes, straightened out his braid, and clipped his lightsaber to his belt before leaving the room.

Luke's feet were on autopilot as he walked through the strange (yet somehow familiar) apartment. He quickly came to the kitchen where the young Jedi found the woman he woken up with poking around in the cooling unit. The woman had changed in to black Jedi robes and tied her red hair back in a ponytail that ended roughly at her mid-back, a slender braid falling over her right shoulder. From the lightsaber at her hip, Luke guessed she was a Jedi.

How could there to be another Jedi? Luke thought he was supposed to be the last one. He had always suspected that some Jedi could have survived the Purge and gone into hiding, just as Obi-Wan and Yoda had done, but he had yet to find any surviving Jedi. And that didn't explain how Luke got to be…wherever this place was.

"Skywalker, why are you staring at me?" asked the woman.

Luke immediately snapped to attention. He saw standing face to face with the strange woman, getting a proper look of her for the first time. The woman's strong muscles were tense, her stance rigid and hard. With her five foot three height (only three inches shorter than Luke) she was able to look Luke right in the eye and give him a death glare. The woman poked Luke sharply in the chest, making the shocked Jedi stumble back a few inches.

"I asked you, why are you staring at me?" spoke the woman.

"I-I wasn't…I mean…I'd never…I…" stuttered Luke.

Luke was stuttering like an idiot. What was happening to him? He was usually able to keep his composure when in an awkward situation. But then again he had never woken up with an unfamiliar woman in his bed either. So this wasn't exactly a typical day, even for someone with as hectic as a life as Luke.

The red haired woman suddenly smiled, all the tension melting from her body as a soft smile graced her lips. A laugh that sounded like music to Luke's ears burst from the woman's throat as she playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Even after six years of dating me, your still as flustered as a youngling. I swear Skywalker if you were anyone but my Master's son I would have straightened you out a long time ago." lightheartedly joked the woman.

There was a knock at the door.

"Can you get that Luke? I'm still trying to get breakfast ready." said the woman.

Luke quickly went to answer the door. Two human males, both about Luke's age, stood in the doorway. One of the two men was over six feet tall with a strong physique, fair skin, brown eyes, and cropper brown hair. The other man was Luke's height, slim, lean muscled, had copper skin, black hair styled like Luke's, and electric blue eyes. Both were dressed in Jedi robes, the taller dressed in darker clothing than the shorter. Each carried a lightsaber, though they were different than Luke had ever seen before.

The shorter of the two men crossed his arms, giving Luke a sly grin.

"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to invite us in?" asked the shorter man.

The taller man whacked the shorter upside the head. The shorter man rubbed the back of his head, giving the other man a death glare.

"What'd you do that for Galen?!" snapped the shorter man.

"You know why I did that, Ezra. Even after eleven years of training under Master Caleb Dume you still act like a youngling. I'm actually surprised Master Windu would let one of his line act as recklessly as you do." scoffed Galen.

"Don't think you can act all high and mighty with me Galen. Knighted less than two months ago and suddenly thinks he runs the Jedi Order. You've pulled just as many stunts as I have, Galen, and so has Luke. We weren't called the Troublesome Trio for nothing." rebutted Ezra.

Luke saw the one identified at Galen's face grow dark as his dark eyes locked with the blue orbs of the one called Ezra. The two looked like they were ready to draw their lightsabers when a voice caused them to freeze.

"Marek, Bridger, what are you two laser-brains doing here? Luke and I specifically asked the Council for this day off. What in all the Sith hells are you doing here?" snapped the woman.

Ezra, the one she had called Bridger, gulped as he nervously answered the red haired woman.

"I'm sorry, Mara, but there was a situation. Han, Juno and Sabine were called away to deal with it. Chewbacca went along as backup. Since Leia doesn't know how long it could take to handle the situation, she and Han decided it would be best if they postponed your guys double date. She would have told you herself but Master Tano learned of the situation and took her Padawan to the training room to let off some steam." explained Ezra.

"Leia caught us just as we were saying goodbye to Juno and Sabine. She asked us to deliver you the message and ask if you wanted to join her in training." added Galen.

"Give me and Luke a few minutes and we'll meet you gown in the training hall." said Mara.

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