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Amara stared at the piece of paper for two long minutes, not answering Amber's flood of questions. She silently walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Amber knocked on the door, but she didn't answer. She remained seated on the bed, staring at the envelope and note.

Ahsoka Tano.

Whoever had sent this note knew who she was. Knew who she had been, and who she was now. And she had told no one. No one but Lux. He needed to know about this.

She activated her wrist comlink, and waited for Lux to pick up. "Hello?" She had never been so relieved to hear his voice.

"Lux? It's Amara. Are you alone?"

Down in the quarters he shared with Ker, Lux stretched out on his bed. "Yep. Ker is downstairs at chow. I'm just lying here thinking 'bout you. What's up?"

He heard her hesitate. Immediately, a warning feeling came over him. He sat up. "Amara? What's wrong?"

"I don't know how to explain this." He heard her take a deep breath. "Lux, I got a note this morning saying I need to meet someone – that it's a life or death situation."

He breathed a sigh of relief. He had received many of those notes in the two years he served the OUCO. "Amara, you've gotten those before. So have I…everyone here! Give it to the main office."

"Lux, please let me finish." Her voice cracked. Now he was really concerned. "Amara? What's wrong? What do you need to tell me?"

"Lux, the note has my security code and address. But it isn't addressed to Amara Eanest. Its addressed to Ahsoka Tano."

Just like her, Lux gasped. "Ahsoka Tano? Whose is it from?"

"I don't know. It doesn't say. That's why I needed to talk to you. Lux…what am I supposed to do?"

He took a deep breath. His life in the past few years had been spent loving her, helping her…protecting her. Protecting her from her enemies, pursuers, and her past. Now – everything could come crashing down. Because of this mysterious note. "Amara, does anyone else know about this?"

"Only Amber. She gave me the note. But she doesn't know about the name…" Her voice broke off into a sob. "Lux, I can't…if this is from them…I can't go back. I can't deal with this. If this is from them, or him…"

He cut her off. "Amara, I'm coming up there. I'll get Amber away, and we'll talk. Don't worry. This is probably a random prank. Don't worry."

His voice was so reassuring, so sure, that she stopped crying. "Alright. I'll wait for you." She clicked off her comlink, and went back to staring at the note. She managed to stop weeping, yet a tear did slip from her eyes and fall onto the paper. She was suddenly attacked by a wave of unwanted memories. A race up a cliff on Teth. Outrunning a Separatist ion cannon. Battling mind controlling worms. And in each scene, he was there. Smiling at her. Laughing with her. Teaching her. Hugging her after realizing she was going to live on Mortis. Joking with her underwater on Mon Calamari. She choked back more tears. Why did this have to happen now? Right when everything had been so perfect – when she had been so happy?

There was a knock on the door, then Lux's voice. "Amara? You in there?"

She quickly wiped her eyes. "Yes. Come in, Lux."

He walked in, dressed in his casual blue T-shirt and kakis. "I sent Amber down to chow. I told her Ker was bragging to the whole OUCO about their date life." He sat down on the cot with her, and glanced at the note.

She looked at him. "Someone knows who I am. What am I supposed to do? What if he's still trying to find me?"

He leaned over, and embraced her. "Everything's going to be fine." He pulled away slightly so he could see her eyes. She had such lovely eyes. "Anakin Skywalker promised you he'd let you be, remember? I think he cares enough about you to let you be."

She nodded. For months after she had left, her old Master had stopped at nothing to get her back – to convinced her to be his apprentice again. When his chasing had put her in danger, he had finally ceased looking for her…leaving her the note stating that he was letting her go.

Then who was this note from?

Lux shared her concern. "Maybe I should go and meet this person. If it is a Jedi, or maybe even a Sith…"

She stopped him. "If it's a Sith, then you certainly can't go! And if it's a Jedi…I don't know what to do." She dropped her head into her hands. "Who could know? I've never told anyone but you."

Lux nodded. "And I haven't told anyone…"

She took a deep breath, and lifted her head. "Lux, I have to meet this person."

His face clouded. "I don't like it. What if this scum tries to hurt you. It's probably a trap. I'll go with some men…"

"And blast the guy's head off? Lux, we don't even know if it's a trap." She had to make him understand. She reached over, and turned his head to face her. "I know you're worried. But I'm going to be fine. I can handle myself." She got up, and grabbed her small white jacket. Lux got up to, and grabbed her by the shoulders gently…lovingly.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "Please…be careful. I can't lose you."

She looked up at him. He had grown so tall over the past few years – but she was catching up. She barely had to stretch up as she kissed him firmly on the lips. They embraced, him resting his head on her own, breathing in her clean scent, rubbing his hand along her smooth lekku. "I love you."

She pulled away. There wasn't a time on the note, but she had the strange feeling that the meeting was supposed to be immediate. She kissed him one last time. "I love you too." He walked her as far as outside the OUCO. As she boarded her speeder, her twin pistols by her side, he handed her a hologram disk.

"Just in case," he said casually. But she could see he was worried.

She grinned. "I'll be back. And don't worry…I'll call if I need backup."

Her speeder roared off. She began speeding through the woods of Orderon's vast forest. The Caldus Inn was several miles from HQ. Her heart pounded as she got closer and closer to the meeting place. Warnings and guesses flashed through her mind. Who the person could be. What he wanted.

How he knew her.

She spotted the motel. It was half a mile out of the city. She parked her speeder and slid off it. There was a robed figure standing in the alley near the hotel, his back to her. She walked up cautiously, her hand on her pistol. She stopped when she was several feet away from him. "Who are you?"

The man turned to face her. It was a Jedi cloak he was dressed in. She braced herself. Suddenly, she noticed the man's hands. They were copper colored, with black nails…

She looked up. To her dismay, there were tears running down her face. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. The memories were too painful. And she broke into sobs when the man pulled off his hood, and revealed the kind face of Jedi Master Plo Koon.

"Hello, Ahsoka."

She couldn't speak. This was the man that had served as her father all her childhood. Who had found her. Brought her to the Temple. Taught her. Been there for her. She hadn't seen him for two and a half years. There had even been rumors that he had been killed by Dooku…

She fell to the ground, and looked down. He walked over to her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. He kneeled down next to her, and embraced her. She clung onto him, cherishing being with him again. She remembered the stinging fear that had shot through her when Ker had told her about the rumors about his death. Now, he was here again. Her tears dried up, and she pulled away gently. He hadn't changed much.

He stood up, and helped her to her feet. She looked away. This isn't how she had wanted to carry things out. She hadn't expected to break down in front of the messenger. But he understood. "I knew you'd come."

She looked at him. She took a deep breath. She had control of herself now. "Master Plo…what…why…" She didn't what to say. She stumbled over her words. "How did you know where I was. Who I was?"

"I was on a mission on the southern parts of Orderon. I had a vision you were here." He pointed to a fallen log near the edge of the woods behind the inn. They sat down. He looked her over. "You've grown, young Ahsoka."

"Amara." She didn't want him using her name. Past name. "My name is Amara."

He looked hurt, and she felt a twinge of guilt. But he recovered. "Then, Amara, I need to talk to you. The reason I came looking for you is because the Order needs your help."

She looked away. This was what she had been afraid of. "I can't. Plo…I can't come back. Not now."

"You don't have to. Amara, one of our Jedi have been kidnapped by a deadly terrorist group. And he wants you to help play his game. He's heard of you and OUCO. He wants you to try finding him. If you don't, he'll kill his hostage."

She didn't know what to say. It hurt her to think of a Jedi dying…but playing a deadly game, along with the Jedi, as if nothing had ever happened between them…she couldn't. If she dealt with the terrorists, that would put Lux and her friends in danger. Too much was at stake. She got up. This meeting was over. "I'm sorry, Plo. But I'm not teaming up with the Jedi Order."

He got up too. "But they asked for you specifically. In the ransom note. He wanted Amara Eanest and the OUCO and the Jedi on his trail. He'll kill the Jedi…"

She shook her head, and began walking to her speeder. "I'm sorry. I really am." She didn't want their reunion to end like this, but it had to. She wasn't ready to have close contact with the Jedi Order just yet.

"Ahsoka, please…"

She got on her speeder, frowning. She didn't look at him as she ignited the engines. "No, Plo." She prepared to leave. "You're just as bad as Anakin."

She had meant it as just a remark. It wasn't. She sensed a struggle within Plo. She steered her speeder to the road, but for some reason, hesitated a moment. She didn't know why. But it gave Plo the chance he needed.

"Ahsoka, the hostage is Anakin."

That hit something. She spun around, eyes wide with surprise, face pale.

"WHAT?!"


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