Author's Note: Okay, I'm kind of taking a chance in this episode, but we've met so many other OT characters, what's one more? Reviews are appreciated!

Chapter 4

Ahsoka stepped off of the transport at Corillia, closely followed by Corky and Joshan. She looked around. This was the first time she had ever been to Corellia. It looked as she had excepted it to look. A typical planet, with cities dotted with casinos and resorts.

"Corellia thrives on gambling and the black market," Joshan explained. "Not everyone likes it that way." The three travelers made their way through the streets until they came to a run down warehouse. There were over flowing trash bins sitting outside, and Ahsoka crinkled her noise. The whole place looked deserted. Joshan went up to the rusty door and knocked in a certain way. the door slid aside and a middle-aged women stood there, looking up and down the street behind them.

"Quickly, inside," she said, motioning the group inside. Ahsoka followed Corky and Joshan in. She gasped as she looked around the warehouse. Sitting in groups and huddled 'round small fire through out the warehouse were mandalorians. Some families with small children.

"How did you get them all here?" Ahsoka asked Corky, as they walked among the groups.

"We got groups off world one at a time. One of the sith who'd helped death watch disappeared, and the other was found dead in a court yard. Almek still has control though, and he's not letting that go. He can't close off the ports completely, thank the Force."

Ahsoka felt pity for these families, chased off their home world. This was what war did, she realized. The Jedi used to work to keep this from happening, now they were helping it happen. Even when they didn't mean to, when it wasn't their intention, they would chase innocent people off separatist worlds as easily as the separatists chased those off republic and neutral ones. Perhaps Barriss has been right after all. Ahsoka shook her head, as if that would rid her mind of the thought. Barriss had used the darkside to fight the darkside, Ahsoka told herself, she'd willing let herself become twisted by it, and lose sight of the light. She had made her choice.

"Ahsoka?" Corky asked, breaking into her thoughts. Ahsoka brought her mind back to the present.

"Yeah?"

"I need to speak with the leaders alone for a minute, can you wait here?"

"Sure," Ahsoka said, and she shrugged. She'd foreseen Corky needing to explain her presence without her. This was no surprise. Corky left with Joshan and slipped inside a back room. Ahsoka looked around her. In one corner of the warehouse there was a youngling sitting, playing with a small doll. She was all by herself, keeping apart from the others. Ahsoka headed over. She crouched down next to the little one, and smiled warmly. "Hello," she said. The youngling clutched her doll close to her, looking up at Ahsoka shyly.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Why aren't you playing with the other younglings?" Ahsoka asked. The little one glanced quickly at the others, before looking back at Ahsoka.

"I don't want to," she said, her voice small and innocent. "They don't like me"

"Well, would you like me to play with you?" Ahsoka asked. The youngling smiled shyly at her, and nodded. Ahsoka sat down with her.

"What's your name?"

"Hanna."

"Well, Hanna, I'm Ahsoka."

Ahsoka played tea party with Hanna until Corky came to get her. promising to play again with her sometime, Ahsoka left with Corky for the back room which was being used as the war room. Corky held the door open as Ahsoka walked in. Inside there was a round table, around which 5 people were gathered. She spotted Joshan right away, and beside him was a women with long dark hair pulled back in a single braid. There was a middle-aged man on Ahsoka's right, back straight as a rod, and something about him made Ahsoka think of Tarkin. Next to him was a younger man with blond hair and a cocky grin. Straight across the table was a n older woman, her face set in hard lines. Behind the young blond man was a boy, perhaps 5 or 6, sitting in a back corner watching the proceedings with interest.

"Ahsoka," Corky said, "This is the council of leaders. You already know Joshan, beside him is his wife, Jaina, and a more determined fighter I haven't met."

"Corky," Jaina Solo protested.

"To your right is Commander Longtin of the Mandalorian forces, and beside him is Trip Solo, Joshan's brother, and the stone faced beauty across from us is General Solana."

General Solana didn't visibly react to Corky's introduction.

"We are glad to have your help Padawan Tano," the General greeted. Ahsoka wanted to point out that she wasn't technically a padawan anymore, but the general continued. " Commander Bo-Katan is still on Mandalore with a small force doing what she can. Are job is to amass enough of an army to catch Almek unawares and retake Mandalore as quickly and bloodlessly as possible. To do that we have enlisted the help of our brothers and sisters from Corillia."

"We are glad to help," Joshan said. "Relations have always been good between us, and I doubt the crime lords will want to stop at Mandalore. They are greedy tyrants."

"Ahsoka," Corky said. "We nearly have enough troops to retake Mandalore, or at least start the process. We need someone to help lead a troop onto Mandalore immediately and meet up with Bo-Katan. That's how we're getting everyone down, is in small groups."

"Padawan Tano," Commander Longtin broke in. "We would like you to go with Capatin Trip Solo and escort the first group. Do you feel up to it?"

Ahsoka was tempted to glare at the commander. There was definitely something about him that made her think of the unsavory Tarkin.

"Absolutely, Commander," Ahsoka answered.

"Excellent. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

The meeting was adjourned, and Ahsoka left with Corky.

"That Commander doesn't like me," Ahsoka said as the walked off.

"Nah, he's got nothing against you, he's like that with everyone," Corky told her.

"I don't like people like that, and they generally don't like me," Ahsoka replied. "I just had a nasty encounter with another commander of his type."

"What happened?"

"He wanted to have me executed," Ahsoka said shortly.

"Oh."

Ahsoka changed the subject.

"Who was that boy sitting in the back? He couldn't have been more then 6."

"Oh, him? He's actually 4. Looks old for his age doesn't he? He acts like it too."

"Who is he?"

"He's Joshan and Jaina's son. His name's Han Solo."

TBC