Remember, if you read it, in Till I See You Again (the first part to this story) the chapter of Like Mother, Like Daughter? If you didn't read it, well, what the heck people!? Anyway, boy how the tables have turned...

My legs were getting weak by the time we got back to the ship. I knew I wouldn't make it to my room, so I drug myself to the overhang. My legs folded beneath me. I sat there silently, my mind swirled with the hell of the day. The letter rested by my knee. I didn't look up as footsteps stopped by me, and the person sat down. I didn't have to look over to know who it was.

"What am I supposed to do, Kanan?" I paused, looking over the field as my throat burned. "Say 'hey dad, thanks for being there for the past sixteen years. My uncle- My uncle is probably dead, and you show up'?"

"I don't know. But what I do know, is that if I would have known, I wouldn't have let you come." His words burned from my vision. I would have let the silence grow between us, but, there was a question I needed to ask.

"Was my mom a Jedi?" I finally asked.

"Your mother could have been a lot of things. Including a Jedi." Kanan sighed. "But she was a senator, of sorts." He looked at the letter that rested by my knee. "If he's still alive, what would you do?" The question hit me hard, but I didn't have to think clearly to know my answer.

"He may be my uncle, and in some ways, my best friend. But putting that aside, he knows a lot about the old ways." I looked at Kanan. "I know. This rebellion needs him. It needs all the Jedi it can get." Kanan glanced down at the letter again.

"Mind if I read it?"

"Go ahead." I answered, focusing on the field so I wouldn't see his reactions as he read. It wasn't long before Kanan set the letter down, and left.

It didn't feel like time passed, but I found myself in the same spot the next morning. Ezra came, and silently sat next to me as I gained courage. I didn't even notice when he left. I held in a deep breath as I picked up the letter. I let it out as I opened it, and read.

Dear Ara,

If you are reading this letter, I am alive. For who knows how long, and only God knows what I'm going through. Whatever I did. It was worth it. The rebellion probably didn't get me for long, but it doesn't need me as badly it does you. Don't try to save me. It's only going to put you, and whoever else is involved in danger. For once in your life, please just follow a simple order. I write this knowing I served the republic well. You will someday too.

Love,

Haken

I dropped the letter and stood. I noticed a few more rebel ships, and noticed one that was next to the Ghost that didn't look like the others. Somehow, I got the feeling they all were in there. I hurriedly walked past Zeb and Ezra.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Zeb asked.

"Something I should have done a while ago." I said, walking backwards. I got onto the ship, with no clue of my intentions. Yet I still didn't think of anything, I only felt as if I had to do something. The door to the room they were having the meeting in was open, so I could hear their conversation as I walked over to it.

"Do you believe she is right for this kind of job?" Ahsoka asked.

"Wholeheartedly." Kanan agreed.

"I don't." Orin interrupted, as I leaned against the doorframe. "She's just a girl. It's not right to have her do this, especially if she's hurt. I won't agree."

"Well this, hurt, little girl, agrees." I almost spat the words, as everyone looked back at me. "May I tell you, I am sixteen. I've been looking out for myself, and controlling my own life, for a while now. The last thing I need is for you to all the sudden show up, and act like you've been there my whole life." I snapped as I walked up to the table. Yeah my words were harsh, but Orin really needed a reminder. Just so he'd back off.

"What a rude girl." A lady next to Ahsoka mumbled. I glared at her. My patience was really running low. If anyone was rude, it was her.

"You really don't know what being rude is, right along with mumbling." Boy, I really wanted to curse. "It's called putting someone in their place. Think whatever the hell you want of me, but no one in here wants their time to be wasted by false accusations, or something far from the truth." My shoulders locked up as my blood boiled. "I truly couldn't care less about whether any of you think I should, or can't do this job. I really don't even care what it is." My voice started to raise. "The last thing I need is for more people to baby me. I already went through the about a week of that. I am sixteen damn it. Everyone wonders why I don't do what I'm told, or follow orders. That's because they hold me back. I sick of it!" I slammed my right fist into the table, my glare became sharper, and my tone more hostile, yet softer. "Right now. It's your word against mine. You can say that you won't let me do this all you want. I'll do it on my own if I have to. But whatever you do, don't stand in my way. You either agree and join me. Or shake your head, and disagree. Just don't pay me on the back when I save your ass.

"You want me for this job, you get me. But just remember I get the final say. If it were any of you, you'd feel the same way. If you're even remotely risking your life. The person who's going in gets the final say. And this ones mine." I growled. I looked at each person in the room. A few looked frightened, but the rest looked at me with respect, as if they had forgotten my age. Kanan looked proud, Hera gave a little bit of a look for my cursing. But Ahsoka, she gave me a proud, and respectful smile.

"You are correct Kanan. She is right for this type of job." Ahsoka spoke.

My hard look had softened when I saw her expression. Then the pain coughs up to me. My hand and wrist hurt from being slammed into the table. I rubbed my wrist.

"Wasn't a good idea was it?" Kanan asked, he had an I-Told-You-So type tone.

"No," I admitted, looking up. "But you should be just as thankful as I am that I got that out now."

"Who does this remind you of Orin?" The lady that had called me rude, asked. He smiled and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hell, I don't think even I could seem that intimidating." We all quieted down as Ahsoka explained what is be doing, and anyone else who'd take a part in it.

I would have uploaded sooner but the internet decided it didn't want to work so.. bla..

Just to stir a few things up. hehehehe... (pardon my langue.. again)

anyone else wondering who the hell the other person is that is from Ara's childhood stories? Or what she is getting herself into? Wait wait wait. The title of this story is I'd Die for You, so, could Ara get separated from the family she just returned to? be prepared for the real roller coaster of events, and emotions to begin next chapter. Yeah, shit is gonna go down...

also I'm not very likely to upload tomorrow since I'll be with my dad for his Birthday! so don't be surprised or shocked if I don't update.

May the force be with you!