Author's Note: Updates won't be daily, but I'll try to get ones up as often as I can. Sadly I don't own satr wars (i need to remember to put this on the first page) Goerge Lucas does, or does Disney now? i'm so confused!

Chapter 2

Ahsoka sat on the bench, feeling the floor thrum with the vibrations of the engine. She was on her way off world, away from Corescant, away from her master. Her Former Master, that is. Her strength was leaving her, the adrenaline that had been rushing through her was wearing off, and she was tempted to go back. What was she doing? Leaving the only home she'd ever known? How could she do this? "Stop it, Ahsoka" she whispered to herself. "You're not doing yourself any favors by going back." She took a deep breath and settled down. There was a chime from the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we will be setting down on Corellia in 6 standard hours. Feel free to try any of our five star refreshments during the flight."

Ahsoka looked at the greasy, cheaply packaged food that the droid attendants were passing around. "Five star rating must have gone down in the past century," Ahsoka muttered. She got up, and began to make her way through the transport, needing to occupy her mind.

She was in a crowded walkway, squished by others who had needed to stretch there legs. A sharp shove hit her from behind and with an "umph" she was thrown into the passenger in front of her. She stumbled back, and the passenger spun around, glaring angrely at her. "Watch where you're going, sleemo," he said, his voice gruff. He was a a tall and ugly rodian.

"I'm sorry," Ahsoka said, and she attempted to step past him, but he blocked her way. She glared up at him. "Ummm, excuse me?"

"This ship is only so big, little implet," he said. "No where for you to run, no where for you to hide, and no one to protect you."

"Who says I'm alone, you big mouthed barv," Ahsoka snapped.

"Aren't you a little snippy for a piece of bantha fodder?" the rodian asked. Ahsoka nearly snapped there. No one called her snippy. No one but her master. The rodian would have been little better then a grease spot had a hand not been placed on Ahsoka's shoulder holding her back.

"I wouldn't mess with this one," a voice said. "She's tougher then she looks."

Ahsoka turned around and saw a familiar face. Corky grinned at her, then turned back to the rodian. The rodian looked angry at the interruption.

"Why do you care?" he demanded.

"Well, sir," Corky answered, "my Aunt would hardly forgive me for letting her daughter get squished into pulp." Ahsoka glanced at him. So she was his cousin now, huh?

"You've got to be kidding me," the rodian snorted. Corky leaned close and made a show of whispering into his ear.

"She's adopted," he said softly. The rodian snorted again.

"You think I care?" Just then another man appeared from the crowd beside Corky.

"You should," he said. His thick brown hair looked, well... scruffy looking, to Ahsoka, but in his eyes was a hard determination. His hand was on the holster at his side. The rhodian saw the defensive posture, and the look in his eyes. He took a step back.

"Alright, whatever you say," he grumbled. Then he stuck a finger out at Ahsoka. "We have unfinished business, snippy." Then he was gone.

Ahsoka turned to face her rescuers. "Corky! What are you doing here?" Ahsoka asked. Corky looked sad.

"Mandalore has been taken over by crime lords, and Almek is in charge of things," he said. "Didn't Master Kenobi tell you?"

"Things have been a bit... crazy, recently," Ahsoka said. "We haven't had much time to talk."

"Well, then this is probably news to you," Corky continued. "Two sith were helping them while setting a trap for Master Kenobi, and my Aunt was the bait."

"Duchess Satine?" Ahsoka asked. "Is she alright?" Corky looked off to the side.

"She's dead," he said shortly. "Now, we're trying to take back our home. The death watch faction is split, some fighting on our side, the others fighting for Almek. My aunt Bo-Katan is leading the death watch on our side."

"Wait, Bo-Katan? The female mandolorian in the blue armor? She's your Aunt?" Ahsoka asked.

"Yes, that's right," Corky said. The stranger was looking up and down the aisle.

"Perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere?" he asked.

"Your right, Joshan," Corky agreed. "Joshan, this is my friend padawan Ashoka Tano. Ahsoka, this Joshan Solo, he's the representative from the Corrilian forces. They have agreed to help us in this battle." Joshan nodded at Ahsoka. Together, the three of them headed toward a back area of the transport.

Once inside Corky and the stranger's room, they sat down to decide what exactly was going to happen now that they found each other.

"Ahsoka, we're still waiting to hear from the senate and Master Kenobi. I don't know if you're on a mission, or something, but we could really use a jedi's help," Corky said.

Ahsoka looked down, her hand resting on her hip where her lightsaber once had been.

"I really have no assignments, or anything," she said. "I can help you out some."

"That would be great," Corky said enthusiastically. Corky launches into a detailed description of their resources, and their current situation which Ahsoka only half hears. She had left the jedi to sort things out. Why was she getting involved with this? Because Corky's a friend, Ahsoka told herself, and he needs my help. But soon as Obi-Wan arrives I'm gone. Corky stopped after a while, noticing the look on her face. "Is something wrong?" he asked

"No," Ahsoka said. "Could I talk to you for a minute? Alone?"

Corky glanced at Joshan, who nodded and left the room. Corky leaned forward.

"What is it, Ahsoka?"

"I... I left the Jedi Order."

"What!" Corky exclaimed.

"I need to sort things out, away from the other jedi," Ahsoka said. "I gave up my lightsabers, and I left."

"Wow, well, if you don't want to help, we can get by till Master Kenobi comes. I understand if you need time away from anyone you know."

"No, Corky, it's alright. I'll help, it'll probably be good for me. I will want to be gone before Master Kenobi shows up though."

"You've got it."

TBC