Hot off the press! Edited and hopefully up to par with first chapter. Help me if you think I got any terms wrong. While I'm a fan of the movies and video games, a lot of the smaller facts are often forgotten.

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"Lydia, I'm going to need you to keep up with me." Stiles urgently told the frightened girl in front of him. He could see the way her eyes were frantically looking around the closet that he had dragged her into. He knew that this girl had been protected and sheltered from the violence of the world around her. Stiles was sure this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to her and it was obvious she was terrified. The truth was that he was too. This wasn't even his assignment; this was supposed to be a short flight to meet up with Master Kate and her apprentice, the Jedi that were in charge of watching over Lydia. However, things had gotten sticky when Lydia's hotel had been attacked and Stiles had been forced to take Lydia while Master Kate tracked down the attackers.

"Stiles, I don't know why they are after me… I just don't… why would they want me?" she whispered, eyes wide with fright. Taking her hand, Stiles locked eyes with her.

"I don't know… Ally didn't tell me anything other than to meet up with them on Naboo…" Stiles answered unsure. He could feel nervousness eating away at his mind. Why had he agreed to this? He was only 18, a mere Padawan. His skills with a lightsaber were great during simulations, but against actual people, or soldiers, he didn't know.

"Allison told me to trust you." Lydia stated with confidence. The statement was meant to make him feel better, but all it did was make Stiles doubt himself more and more. He wasn't ready for this.

"Allison isn't a knight yet either Lydia… we are both just apprentices. We haven't been on solo missions before…" Stiles stammered, his heart hammering against his chest.

"So?" Lydia questioned, eyes narrowing.

"So, I don't know what to do!" He snapped letting his fear become evident. Lydia was just some naïve girl who didn't know anything about Jedi or the civil war that the galaxy was on the brink of. It didn't matter if he lived or died, but she was his responsibility. If he couldn't protect some girl, how was he supposed to protect anyone? "I can do simulations, I can use the force, I know how to use a lightsaber but I've never been in real combat before."

"I'm sure you're fine-"

"No Lydia! I'm nothing compared to the thousands of trained assassins that are probably boarding this spacecraft right now!" he ripped his hand away from hers as his breathing got shallow. Falling to his knees, he struggled to keep his erratic heart rate down as black dots took up his vision.

"Stiles, are you ok?" Lydia frantically whispered, crouching down so she was eye level with the distressed boy. Grabbing his face with her hands, she forced him to look into her eyes.

"I-I can't breathe… panic attack!" he managed to spit out. Lydia felt her blood run cold. Of all the Jedi she got stuck with, it had to be this one. Some sweet boy who had probably never killed anyone and who was hyperventilating at the thought of going into battle. Great.

"Shh..." she tried, looking frantically from the door to his pained face.

Lydia, carefully looked over the facts in front of her. Stiles was having a panic attack Panic attacks were anxiety and whatever Stiles was feeling was just mental. If he was quieted for a few moments, he could get himself back off the ground and figure a way out of this mess; if she could do something to restart his breathing, he would calm down.

So looking into his wild, brown eyes, she did the only thing she could think of: she closed her eyes and kissed him.

She felt him tense up upon contact and was sure that his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, but his hyperventilations came to a sudden halt.

He was holding his breath.

She wasn't sure if it was the possibility that they were both about to die or the heat that was bursting around her but suddenly her heart sped up and her stomach started doing back flips. She felt him relax after a few seconds and put his hands on her hips.

Pulling back and opening her eyes, she was met with a flabbergasted expression from the young Jedi.

"Why did you…?" he breathed out not breaking eye contact or removing his hands from her hips.

"Your... when I kissed you, you held your breath." Lydia whispered back still holding his face.

"That was really smart…" Stiles offered, breaking eye contact and looking around the room, his eyes less frantic and his gaze tactful.

"I didn't know what else to do." Lydia confessed, feeling her cheeks heat up. This was not how today was supposed to go.

"It was smart, a way out of a problem. It's my fault for getting like that. I wasted valuable time." He conceded, voice devoid of emotion. Lydia felt herself deflate at how cold his normally warm voice sounded. His hands still rested on her hips and she felt her skin burn with every second they stayed there.

"So, what do we do now?" she questioned, breaking the silence.

"I don't know, but our best bet is to hide while they search the starcruiser. We know nothing about what's happening to the starcruiser, so it would be unwise to attack or flee." Stiles concluded looking around the closet for some sort of hiding place. Suddenly a latch in the back of the room caught his eye.

"Stiles…" Lydia breathed following his eyes.

"How comfortable do you feel crawling?" he questioned, turning his head back to her. His eyes twinkled and his lips quirked up into a mischievous grin. She narrowed her eyes but before she could speak, suddenly he was standing up and grabbing her hand to pull her along.

Grabbing a hold of the latch, Stiles opened the door to the trash chute and looked down into the blackness. The smell wasn't pleasant, but definitely not unbearable. Lydia wrinkled her nose, but when he gestured for her to get in, she complied without complaint. After all, there were fates worse than hiding with the garbage. The chute was slippery with slimy liquid that Lydia didn't feel like dwelling on, and when the two descended into the main trash storage, the smell was a lot stronger.

However, they were safe.

"If we make it out of this alive, this will be a great story to tell." Lydia mused, sitting on a pile of rotten food. She was sure her dress was ruined and her hair was probably wild, but she was alive and for that, she was grateful.

"If we make it out of this, Scott will be so jealous." Stiles agreed, taking a seat next to her. Suddenly the two were thrown off balance by the starship dropping. Panic seized Lydia as she struggled not to be thrown around the room. Grabbing a hold of Stiles' hand, she felt herself begin to panic at the feeling of rapid descent. Surely the people looking for her wouldn't crash the plane?

"I think we spoke too soon!" Lydia cried as the plane took a sharp turn and threw the two teenagers against a wall. Just as suddenly, the turbulence stopped and the jet was stopped.

"I think we just landed…" Stiles ventured standing up and looking around with a curious expression on his face.

"If we just landed… wouldn't that mean that… they have to dump out the trash?" Lydia questioned, standing up alongside him. Suddenly the floor beneath them disappeared and they were tumbling out of the bottom of the ship surrounded by rotten food and unidentified mush. They found themselves at the top of a dumpster, covered in black mush.

"What?" Stiles mumbled, confused. He tried to sit up but found Lydia had landed on top of him and was currently crushing him as she sat up and looked around the hanger. Suddenly, the two were assaulted with the sound of screaming as a janitor looked over. Jumping up, Stiles stood in front of Lydia, lightsaber out and ready. Lydia's eye widened at the sight of the green plasma blade.

"Stiles?" An incredulous voice yelled from across the hanger. There, standing with his jaw on the floor, was Stiles' best friend, Scott.

"Scott?" Stiles questioned, suddenly feeling very confused.

"Miss Lydia?" another voice yelled from behind Scott. Snapping her head up Lydia was greeted with the sight of Master Peter, looking at her like he had just seen a ghost.

"Anyone want to tell us what's going on?" Stiles called out, a smirk on his face despite the fact that he was covered in filth. Putting away his lightsaber, Stiles looked back at Lydia with a relieved smile before jumping down from the dumpster. Looking back up at the confused girl above him, he offered her a hand. Gratefully taking it, Lydia gracefully made her way off the pile of trash and onto solid ground.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled, running towards his friend with a smile, "We thought you guys were dead!"

"What are you talking about?" Stiles questioned incredulously, "How did you get this starship? We thought we were being attacked!"

"Okay, first, you smell like shit," Scott said, stopping in front of his best friend, "Second, that spacecraft was hijacked before you got on it. Your entire ride was going the opposite direction from Naboo. We intercepted it as soon as we realized what happened, but when we went on the ship to search for you two, we couldn't find you!"

"Wait," Lydia interjected, "That was my family's private starcruiser-"

"Miss Lydia," Master Peter interrupted, stopping next to Scott, "I'm sorry but your family's pilots were killed before takeoff. The starcruiser was being piloted by terrorists planning on taking you and Stiles to the outer rim."

"What?" Lydia breathed, looking at Peter with disbelief.

"It's best if you go straight into hiding for the time being. The leader of the terrorist organization responsible for this has been found and there are soldiers on their way to arrest him, but we must ensure your safety immediately. Please follow me." Master Peter explained, a grim expression on his face. Lydia blinked, taken aback by the overload of information. Stiles felt her body tense up as Peter motioned for her to follow him. Looking down at her, he was met with her determined eyes.

"Thank you Stiles," she stated, "I'll see you soon."

Stiles did not see Lydia after that day.

"Matt Daehler, the self-proclaimed leader of the terrorist organization, KANIMA, was arrested two months earlier and now stands trial for the deaths of twenty senators, fourteen Jedi, five hundred soldiers and over three hundred civilians. Daehler was found on Tatooine along with a few of his loyal followers, the trial begins today at noon and will be..." Stiles tuned out the television and turned his attention to the person in the booth across from him.

Scott looked down at his food, face devoid of emotion. It had been two months since Stiles and Lydia had tumbled out of the garbage chute and two months since anyone had seen Allison. Stiles was still unsure of exact details regarding her disappearance, but he knew enough. Kate, her aunt and Jedi master, had been found dead the day Lydia and Stiles took off.

Stiles had seen Allison the day she had disappeared.

The young Padawan had been alive and brimming with excitement over the idea that she might get to graduate from the academy early. She had been gushing over it to Lydia and Stiles before the hotel had been attacked. Stiles remembered the expression on her face when she had told gotten Lydia and Stiles to the spacecraft. He had never seen his best friend look so determined. She had promised to meet up with him on Naboo and then had run off to help Kate.

Her body was never found, only her lightsaber.

While Daehler had been arrested and terrorist attacks had ceased, tension was still high and the investigation regarding her disappearance had been inconclusive. The mystery of it all intrigued the public. Did the poor padawan become one with the force? Or had she been taken prisoner by the terrorists? Her disappearance became popular culture. It was easier to focus on the hope that a young Jedi was alive somewhere rather than face the fact that she was gone.

Scott and Stiles had never given up though. As much as their master, Deaton, had told them that she was gone forever, the two boys wouldn't believe it. Scott was the worst; the first month after her disappearance, he would go off by himself in search for her. For Stiles, grieving was different. He would stay behind and practice fighting, meditating, anything to keep his mind off her and to grow stronger so that this would never happen again.

Stiles also knew that his best friend wasn't just grieving over the loss of a dear friend: Stiles had seen Scott and Allison sneaking out of their rooms late at night, the lingering touches, the way Scott looked at her. He knew that they had been planning to run away together one day. Then Allison had disappeared leaving no trace.

Eventually, Scott started staying in with Stiles. While her disappearance was never accepted, they knew that finding her was out of the question. So they used their time productively. Deaton took them on missions throughout the different solar systems and taught them the ways of the Jedi. Life went back to normal but her absence left a hole in their lives.

It was especially prevalent in when they had free time like right now. Dex's Diner had been Allison's favorite place to go when the three of them had free time. Now it just was a bitter reminder of what the two boys had lost.

"God, I hate that guy." Stiles complained, breaking the tension filled silence. Scott looked up in surprise at his friend's outburst, his floppy brown hair falling into his eyes, "I mean look at that stupid smirk on his face. He just looks like an idiot. There's no way he led anything much less an entire terrorist organization." Scott turned around to stare at the old fashioned television mounted on the wall. Next to the reporter was a mugshot of Daehler.

"You're right," Scott said nodding as he turned back around to face his friend, "he looks like... like he's glad he was caught. Like he knows something that we don't." Stiles considered Scott's words carefully as he took a bite of his food.

"Maybe he does." Stiles stated, making eye contact with Scott.

"Like what?" Scott asked, his attention caught.

"Like maybe... he's not the leader..." Stiles concluded.

"So he's like the figurehead or something..." Scott murmured.

"I mean, it's probably because we..." Stiles trailed off lost in thought.

"We want more answers than he's given." Scott finished. The two boys looked down at their food, appetite gone.

"I guess we will just have to find them ourselves." Stiles stated.

"I'm sure we will find her," Scott said suddenly, "I know she's out there somewhere, Stiles. Allison was... no- is special. You don't know her like..."

"Like you did?" Stiles asked smirking.

"What? no-" Scott argued, face heating up.

"I know." Stiles stated.

"Know what?"

"I knew about you guys," Stiles clarified, "I'm not dumb, I saw the way you guys interacted. I knew that you had been sneaking out at night. I knew Scott." Scott narrowed his eyes.

"You knew?" Scott challenged.

"Relax," Stiles answered, "I didn't tell anyone. I'm your best friend, remember?"

"So you..." Scott whispered, "Knew about it all? And you never said anything?"

"Yeah," Stiles said, nodding, "I knew that if you hadn't told me, there was a reason. I wanted you both to be happy, so I kept it to myself." Scott nodded, wide eyed as the truth hit him.

"We..." Scott trailed off, "We were going to live as Jedi for as long as we could and then renounce it all. We had a plan. I guess plans are for civilians anyway. One of us was bound to-"

"No," Stiles concluded, "If she's out there, we will find her."