Author's Note: Sorry about the late update. Thanks again to the people who reviewed! It's nice to know that you like the story so far. This chapter is a little bit short, so sorry about that—next week's chapter will be longer. Hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or any of its characters.

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"Just don't—don't tell anyone. You didn't get it from me."

Rex turned around from where he stood to look the Duro straight in the eyes. "Trust me, selling you out isn't in my interests. Besides, aren't you being a little paranoid? I doubt the Empire is going to come chasing after you for telling someone the whereabouts of a ship, even if that ship was controlled by Imperials."

The Duro still looked a little nervous and stared at Rex, his eyes blinking. Rex rolled his eyes and ran his hand over his close-shaved hair. "Fine, fine. I never saw you. You were never here. We never talked. I don't know you." Rex grinned. "And you never told me there were stormtroopers at landing bay 58. Got it."

Rex turned from the table and walked out the cantina doorway into the hot sun. It had been four days since Ahsoka had disappeared. The night she had gone missing he had returned home only to hear the sound of items being broken—Rex could easily assume it was the meager amount of furniture that was in their apartment—and muffled voices through the door. He had silently drawn back into the shadows of an alleyway and pulled out his blaster, waiting for the intruders to come out.

Rex already knew Ahsoka hadn't been in there. If it wasn't for the feeling in his gut, it was the fact that a former Jedi with considerable Force skills could be outsmarted by a few robbers, or whatever they were.

After a few minutes, the trespassers left, opening the door and walking back down the street. Rex had took a quick glance inside their home, confirming his suspicions about Ahsoka, and began to follow them. Silently turning to face his prey, he immediately saw the glowing white armor of stormtroopers against the pitch black of night.

Rex mentally kicked himself. He had been hoping to return home before it was dark, but the one day he was late was the one day that danger came to Ahsoka. It was obvious why the Empire had come searching their home and taken her. Apparently, someone had been watching him and Ahsoka, and when the Empire came striding by, had been more than willing to tell them where they had been living in exchange for some credits. Of course, the problem now was who that person was. Not that it would be easy to find him or her, and the only information that individual would be able to give Rex was that some stormtroopers were looking for info on a togruta female, and they had happily provided. No, Rex wanted to find that person simply to show them what it felt like to be thrown down a Sarlacc Pit. The only lead he could follow right now was the stormtroopers in front of him, oblivious to his presence, as they walked down the road as though this was the millionth house that they had broken into that night.

So he followed. They walked straight to their destination, without any sidetracking, their stop being the Imperial headquarters of that area. That was no good to Rex. Not only was he risking capture by being near that zone, but they had led him to a dead end. He groaned, and turned back. He would need to find a place to sleep. Thinking quick, he remembered their ship.

If Ahsoka went anywhere, she would have gone there, he decided.

It didn't take long for him to reach the landing bay where their ship resided. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest move to stay in their ship for the night, considering their home had been ransacked, but Rex needed to go somewhere, and he figured he could handle whatever danger came his way. The bigger threat had already left. With Ahsoka, he assumed gravely.

He opened the ramp to their ship with the access codes and quickly climbed on board, raising the exit ramp behind him. Rex quickly searched the interior, and after making sure it was safe, grabbed a blanket from the storage closet and made his way to the cockpit. He felt guilty, not going after Ahsoka, but she was gone, and there was nothing he could now. First thing in the morning, though, he would search her out. And he would find her.

Rex reclined back into the seat of the cockpit. Not exactly comfortable, but he could live with it. The search tomorrow would be difficult. No one wants to talk against the Empire; too much fear. The only way to get them to talk would be to make them more fearful of him. It didn't matter how hard he had to look, how deep he had to dig, or what lines he needed to cross to get to Ahsoka.

She was his wife. He would find her.

The next morning he had begun to search in the cantina and other populated areas. He didn't think anyone would recognize him. Rex had one of those faces that blended in, a joke he had used back when he was a Captain in the Republic army. For the next several days, he had gone around searching for information on the events that occurred that night, losing what meager amount of credits that he had left, and discovered that a togruta female had been seen two nights before. A cargo ship had taken her, and from there he had discovered that cargo ship had gone directly to the Imperial Command Ship, Executor, Darth Vader's personal flagship.

That meant that he had to work a lot faster. Ahsoka wouldn't last long on that ship, and he needed to get inside it. Of course he couldn't just take his own ship and fly right in. No, he would need an Imperial ship with the right authorization codes. And the only ship he knew had gotten into the Executor and was currently back on Tatooine, was that cargo ship. It was a long shot—Rex didn't know if the clearance codes were still active for the ship. But the answers were there, and so he would go to it.