They went to a small room, a mining workshop that wasn't presently in use. Broken droids lined the walls of the shop, their lifeless cases presently stripped of programming. Luke wondered if they would just be stripped of parts. A little tug at him wondered if there would ever be a point Artoo would be so forgone. He didn't think on it much. Instead, he leaned back against a table with tools on it, facing Ahsoka.

Ahsoka placed her hands across her chest. Luke hadn't ever seen her this tired before. "So," She sighed. "What do you want to know first?"

"What happened when I was born?"

"The Emperor knew your mother was pregnant," Ahsoka explained. "At the end of the war, a Sith Lord named Darth Sidious killed the Jedi. He had a failsafe implanted in the clones, a biotechnical control circuit. He had a code planted deep inside of them, and used them to hunt down most of the Jedi. But there were some, like General Kenobi, who survived. Kenobi and your mother traveled to Mustafar to confront Darth Vader, Sidious's apprentice."

"Vader is the Emperor, though," Luke said.

"We're getting ahead of the story," Ahsoka said. "Patience, Luke. Kenobi went to fight Vader, but as they fought, Senator Amidala was wounded. Her droids were able to carry her to safety, and they fled to a mining colony. Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan was struck down by Vader, and Vader killed Sidious, making himself Emperor. He went to hunt down Padme, who had already gone into labor.

"That's where I came in. The Jedi were gone. All the Council. Master Windu, Anakin Skywalker, Yoda. I only escaped the massacre because I ha left the order. But Senator Organa knew how to contact me. He summoned me to Polis Massa, and I arrived to see your mother, Padme, with two children, a boy and a girl."

Luke froze. He felt a chill in the Force, one he couldn't explain. He hadn't ever thought that he could have had a sister. "What happened next?" He said, the first question out of a score that popped into his head.

"Vader's personal legion of troopers, the 501st, attacked the facility. I…I wasn't strong enough to be what your mother needed. We were split up on the way to the landing ships. Padme took your sister to Naboo, and Bail and I were able to escape with you to Alderaan. The Empire couldn't track my ship, but I wasn't able to find your mother. Bail suspected that Padme went into hiding, but the Emperor was too strong, his spies too many. Five years later, we got reports of the Empire subjugating a rebellion on Naboo. The Queen was killed, and the capitol was put to the torch."

Luke stared for a long moment, and his mind swirled. What was he supposed to say next? What was he supposed to do with this? He had a twin sister. His voice was small, almost timid as he asked. "Do you know who Darth Vader is?"

"The Emperor was a powerful Jedi, seduced by the dark side of the Force. He was lured to it by Sidious. I don't know how long he was a Sith before the end of the war." Her voice faltered a moment. "I wasn't there to save your father. I…I should have been. But I left him. I didn't have a choice, but I left him. And he died." Tears formed in Ahsoka's eyes. "It's why I've always been there, Luke, I had to. I couldn't save your parents, but I swear I won't ever leave you."

Luke didn't see his teacher, or his bodyguard in that moment. He only saw the woman who had first taught him how to hold a blaster, who had shown him how to see the Force in all things. The friend he had known for his entire life, even if she was in the shadows. He walked to her in two quick steps, embracing her.

"Ahsoka, don't ever let yourself believe that you weren't there for me. You've been more than enough." He held her, and the two of them shed tears, silent as they embraced. "Thank you for telling me all of this," He said, finally.

His friend and teacher ruffled his hair slightly. "I should have told you earlier, but there was never a right time."

Luke nodded. "I understand." He pulled her lightsaber from his belt. "This is yours."

Ahsoka smiled. "Thank you. I heard about your action on Fresia. And your encounter on that jungle planet."

"Indeed," He said, and produced another lightsaber. "This was the weapon Mara Jade was carrying."

This, Ahsoka took and examined it. "This is Anakin's lightsaber." She whispered. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.

"This isn't right," Luke said. "Why would the Emperor give his Hand a dead man's lightsaber. Why would he give her my father's weapon?"

"Maybe he was sending a message." Ahsoka whispered. "It also means Miss Jade doesn't have a lightsaber of her own."

Luke hadn't considered that. "What does that mean, though?"

"The Emperor hasn't trained her as a Jedi. Or even a Sith. Luke, I'm going to go talk with our friend Miss Jade. Head back to the talks. I'll get back to you later."

Luke nodded. "Of course. I'll be ready for you."

They embraced again, and Luke went to return to politics.

The meeting hall was still just as full as when Luke had left two hours before hand. The delegate from Ryloth was speaking about the work camps that the Twi'lek population were forced to endure. Luke had suffered at the hands of the Empire, but not to the extent that the people of Ryloth had. A planet that had been fought over for years, and when the war had finally stopped, massive industrialization, forced down the people's throats to feed the Empire's war machine.

The next few hours were much of the same. Luke had kept quiet through it. He didn't have much to say. He was not a law-maker. He had been his father's attache and a diplomat, but he only had experience as a learning observer to the senatorial process. The end result of the talks was the agreement that the Alliance would be ruled by what was to be called the Provisional Council. Mon Mothma was the leader apparent of the Council, though Garm Bel Iblis and Cham Syndulla were likely to feature as well.

It was to Luke's surprise, when his datapadd informed him that he was to close the ceremony for the day. He had known that to at least be a possibility, but he hadn't expected them to do it. When it was Luke's turn to speak, he felt two things that he should have been conflicted on. He felt fear in him, of the unknown, of being plunged in so deeply. But he also knew, from reading on Padme Amidala for the last few days, that she had faced the same struggles and had been even younger.

He took his spot at the small podium, and spoke, keeping his voice clear, but not raising it. It was how Bail Organa always spoke. Bail and Breha both had raised him for this, and he knew that this was what he was supposed to do.

"I was born under the shadow of the Empire's New Order. I was a war orphan taken in by my parents. The Empire took them from me, like so much else. My father rots in an Imperial detention center, and my mother is a prisoner in her own home. Like my parents, as a child of Alderaan, I was taught to embrace peace, to never raise a hand in violence unless I had first opened it in kindness. But I was also taught that tyranny will not back down just from words.

"Many times in our galaxy have we gone to war to protect others from evil, to preserve our freedom. Alderaan is a planet of peace, but we are protectors as well. Our histories are stained with the blood of tyrants, freedom fighters, and innocents alike. I know in my heart that to see the evil of the Empire disbanded, we must all rise together, and be prepared to make sacrifices. If the situation calls for it, I would gladly die for a chance to see my home free, to see that not another soul has to fear an Emperor. But I am also willing to fight. I will fight for my home, I will fight for this Galaxy. And I truly believe that if we stand together, worlds will see that the Empire is not the only answer. Thank you."

There wasn't applause, but there was a murmur of agreement. After a long day, it wasn't time for a grand celebration. There would be celebrations and mourning ahead. This was just business.