Rex was the next to gain consciousness and when he saw himself cuffed, he yanked the restraints but it sent an electrical wave through him. "Don't struggle, Captain... You'll exhaust yourself." Gracie chimed, standing over the troops who awoke one by one. "Where are we? Where's the General?" Commander Cody questioned. "If you are referring to Padawan Tano... She's safe. And unharmed... Resting now." Gracie took the keys out of the pocket to her robe and got on her knees.

"If I take these off... Promise not to run?" She asked Rex. He looked away and nodded but it wasn't good enough for Gracie. She hooked her fingers in the neckline of his armor and forced him to look at her. "Promise...?" She growled. "Yes! I promise..." He said. "Good," She slipped the key into the lock and the restraints snapped off his wrist. And he did as promised... He didn't try to run. Nor did the troopers. Once the last of the cuffs were off, Gracie threw them on the table and looked over the datapads.

The troopers just stood there, awkwardly... "You can look around, if you like. But try and run, Demitri will bring you back." She smiled. They left at that point. Gracie closed her eyes and put her hand onto the table... And drifted it closer to the dresser drawer... She felt a faint echo that slowly became magnified... And then she felt as if her soul was sucked out of her...

She then saw again... Saw her brother, saw the battalion of droids, saw the cyborg, saw Anakin... Everything. It was playing before her eyes. The last time she saw Obi-Wan, he was still a young Padawan, under Qui-Gon's teachings. And now, a Jedi Master... She's never seen him more pitiful... And Anakin weakened right beside him.

"I'm losing my patience, I'll say it again... Give me the information!" The Cyborg yelled in anger, picking Anakin up by his collar. He growled. "Never... You'll never get it from me..." He panted, dirt covering his face, blood dripping from his brow. "I grow tired of your arrogance, Republic filth!" The cyborg snapped a black whip against Anakin's face, cutting his cheek. Gracie gasped, hearing him cry out in pain. He then hit her brother. "No..." She felt tears fall from her eyes and she was gasping for breath at the unbelievable sight.

"I'll save you, Obi-Wan! You hear me! I'll save you!" She shouted... Nobody could see her... Nobody could hear her. But she still shouted. "I promise!" And just then, she faded out.

She opened her eyes and saw she was back in her tent, leaning over the table. "Gracie!" Someone shouted in her ear. She jumped at the sight of Demitri. "S-Sorry Demitri but... I have to go." She ran out of the tent and to the tent she let Ahsoka stay in. She pulled the tent flaps back and saw Ahsoka soaking in a metal tub.

Ahsoka lurched forward in shock but relaxed at the sight of Gracie... "Forgive the intrusion, Ahsoka but... We need to talk." She said. "About..." She waited, sinking back into the hot water. "My brother... And your Master... I have seen them, Ahsoka... And they're in great pain." She said. Ahsoka looked up at Gracie and sat up, looking in her eyes. "My master already gave me orders not to intervene. I..." Ahsoka started.

"Something tells me that, if you break the rules, you'll save a life. Ahsoka... We're not just going to sit here." She told her. "What can I do about it?" Ahsoka asked. "Send the call for reinforcements, Ahsoka. Call the Republic." Gracie said. Ahsoka bit her lip. "We need to get back to the Twilight, I can send a signal out if we can reach it." She said. "My men are recovering supplies and restoring the ship as we speak." Ahsoka grinned and asked for a towel.

Once out of the tub, Gracie led Ahsoka to a dresser and she took out robes that were similar to Gracie's but smaller and Ahsoka slipped them on. She lend Ahsoka a pair of boots and gloves and took her outside to the horses. "Get on." Gracie mounted her horse, Merida. Ahsoka looked at the animal, oblivious as to what it was but she obliged. "Hold on... Yah!" Gracie cracked the reins and Merida quickly leaped into a gallop, running fast as the wind blew in her mane. Ahsoka's grip around Gracie's waist became tighter as Merida leaped over a log in their path, stomping on her hooves heavily...

They reached the wreckage and saw the Militia, bringing things out of the ship and working on it from the inside, repairing the Hyperdrive. "Do you think you can send a transmission? How bad is the ship damaged?" Gracie dismounted the horse and Ahsoka followed, feeling numb in her thighs. "I... Don't know." She regained her balance. "Well, come on." Gracie motioned for Ahsoka to follow and she approached the Militia. "How are the repairs?" Gracie asked. "Coming along slowly, I'm afraid. There's no way this tin can is getting off the ground in a week."

Ahsoka sighed. "What about communications?" She asked. "The communications are functioning fine." He said. Ahsoka then darted into the ship without another word. "Do you think the Jedi's a threat?" He asked Gracie. "I don't think so... She's just as scared as I am. And no matter what, I will find my brother and rescue him. Even if it means dying in the process..." She sucked in a long breath. "Death, Gracie? Little steep, don't you think?" He asked her.

"When it comes to my brother, nothing is too steep." She said, cracking her knuckles. "I'm seeing a whole new side of you, Gracie, have to admit, it's freaking me out." He snickered. "Thank you." She saluted him and then heard the yelling of Ahsoka. "There's a ship on the way! We'll be able to save them after all." She said, just as Gracie's head snapped up to attention.

"Good work, Ahsoka... Now I just hope I'll be able to see my brother again... Alive."

If anybody is wondering what she did earlier, her soul separated from her body and transported to where she wanted to go. Kind of like what Prue could do in "Charmed", except no one could see her.

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