Author's Note: Dear readers, I'm sorry it took me so long to get this next part up! I also apologize for the terrible typos in the last part, I will do my utmost to be sure they aren't repeated. Reviews are always welcome!

Ahsoka walked out of the warehouse, duffle bag over her shoulder. She was headed for the airfield with Corky, where she would meet Trip Solo and the other members of their party. Corky was staying on Corellia, as he was acting ambassador between Mandalore and Corellia. It all felt right to Ahsoka, heading off to battle. Surreal, but right.

"I am sorry about everything that has happened to you," Corky told her as they walked.

"It's not your fault, it's not anyone's," Ahsoka replied. That was all she would say on the matter.

When they reached the airfield, Trip waved them over. He grinned at Ahsoka cheerfully. "Morning, ready for an adventure?" he said.

Ahsoka liked him immediately. He had appeared trustworthy and friendly at the meeting the day before, but seeing him here among his friends and fellow soldiers, Ahsoka knew he was a good man.

"I wish I could go with you," Corky said to the two of them, "but Auntie Satine would say I'm needed here more. Knock a few rebel heads together for me though."

"Oh, we will," Trip promised, and he winked at Ahsoka. Ahsoka laughed, the first time she had laughed in a while, she realized, and followed Trip onto the freighter.

Once settled into hyperspace, the crew relaxed. they had a couple hours before the landed, and this was most likely the last leisure time they would get. most of them found a place, however uncomfortable it was, to lay out and sleep. Ahsoka sat in one of the seats in the main area. trip come back from the cockpit and sat down next to her.

"Hey, Corky told me you've been through a rough patch, and to take it easy on you," he said. "Should I take it easy on you?"

"No need," Ahsoka said, "I can take what ever you and Mandalore can throw."

"That's what I thought, and that's what I told Corky."

"You told Corky what exactly?"

"That you're not the kind to break down in the middle of a battle, or lose control. No matter what is going on else where, no matter how tangled your emotions are, you've got a steady head, and it's screwed on straight."

"Wow, thanks Trip," Ahsoka said, a bit surprised to receive such high praise from such a new acquaintance. "So, how long have you been a soldier?"

"I've been training with Corellia's militia since I was 15, so that would be 6 years now," Trip calculated. "Mostly it's been hunting down drug lords, or breaking up riots, this is my first big assignment."

"That's got to be exciting," Ahsoka commented.

"Yep, so how long have you been a padawan and General?"

"I was both for almost three years now," Ahsoka said. "I've learned a lot in those three years."

"I bet, we'll definitely be needing that expertise," Trip said. He checked the time, then stood. "Well, we'll be coming out of hyperspace in a few minutes. I better get back up there." He left for the cockpit. Ahsoka leaned back into her chair again, closing her eyes and remembering her first assignment, her first mission. It hurt to look back, but that was part of healing. She needed to remember. Her life as a jedi was a part of who she was, and there was no going back on that. There would always be a part of the jedi within her.

There was a clatter and she opened her eyes, looking around. There was a pan rolling on the floor from where it had dropped, and a boy standing by it, a nutribar in his hand. He had froze when the pot fell, his eyes wide with fear that someone would catch him. Which Ahsoka had.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, and she got up moving over to the boy. It was Joshan's son, the young Han Solo.

"Nothun," he said stubbornly. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"You're father asked me to come," Ahsoka answered, crossing her arms. "I saw you at the meeting yesterday. Isn't the battle field a bit dangerous for you?"

"I can fight," Han snapped, crossing his arms in return.

"Oh really, does your father know you're here?"

"Why does he need too?" Han replied, and he took a bite of the nutribar. Ahsoka sighed.

"Come on, let's take you to your Uncle."

"Han Sebastian Solo," Trip grumbled. He leaned back into the pilots seat messaging his temple. The co-pilot pretended not to be paying attention. Ahsoka stood behind Han, watching the scene unfold.

"Didn't your father explain to you last night why you couldn't come?"

"Yes, but I want to fight!" Han answered, and he clenched his small fists.

"You're too young, too small."

"I am not! Everyone says I'm tall for my age, I can do it!"

"Han, my brother would never forgive me if I put his only son in danger."

"Is there a way to send him back to Corellia when we reach Manadalore?" Ahsoka asked.

"Unfortunately not, he'll have to stay with us until this whole thing is sorted."

"Well, I can keep an eye on him in the mean time," Ahsoka volunteered.

"I don't need a babysitter!" Han protested. Trip ignored him

"Are you sure you can handle him?" he asked. "He can be quite the handful."

"Trust me, after the younglings at the temple, I can handle anything."

"Very well," Trip agreed. Han opened his mouth to protest again, but Trip held up a hand. "No more, Han, you will stay with Ahsoka until your father joins us. Then he will decide what to do with you." Han glared blaster bolts at Ahsoka, and she began to wonder if she could handle the strong-willed Corellian.

TBC