A/N: Just to clear things up, they were communicating by hologram, but both Skywalker/Kenobi and Secura's fleets were attacked.

Kaitlyn/Grace/Tana/Plot belong to me.

Kensi might be a little OOC, but I'm doing my best with her.

Thanks to JediKnightEcho and Rebel Magnus for reviewing Chapter Two.

Kensi POV

I groaned as strong arms hauled me out of the burning ship. I was carried a little ways, and then gently deposited on some plants.

I opened my eyes to see Bly sit down next to me with a sigh. He muttered a couple curses, none that I knew, and watched the ship. I tried to sit up, but his head whipped around from gazing at the ship, and he put hand on my shoulder, "Rest. You've been burned, and you need your rest."

He offered me his canteen, and I took a small sip, soothing the pain in my throat.

What I wouldn't give for some sugar right about now.

I coughed, furious with my weakness, "Where's Deeks? And the others?"

"Couple kilometers away. Not far, but you're injured. Rest first." The tall commander glared at me.

"I'm fine, now, let's go." I glared back. A couple little burns wouldn't slow me down.

He snorted, "I don't think so. Here, I outrank you, and I'm ordering you to stay put until you're healed. You won't be any good to anyone injured."

I glared back at him, but I think I found my match in the stubbornness category.

After five minutes of glaring, I growled furiously, "Fine."

He relaxed, and nodded, "I'm going to grab some firewood. This isn't a Seppie planet, and there's nothing here, so you should be safe. I'll be close."

I nodded, laying back on the soft mix of grass and moss, then sat up, "What about the others?" I winced as I jarred the burns.

Bly looked down, and murmured, "They didn't make it."

"Oh. I'm sorry." I was sorry. I knew what it was like to lose a partner, or soldier.

He nodded, and walked off, but not out of sight. I lazily watched him, still grumpy about being told to stay still.

Kaitlyn POV

I loved flying. Skywalker had taught me, after I killed Dooku, and I had gotten my own fighter, which I painted with the Republic emblem, and the USMC seal. It was pure black, with silver detailing. I scowled as I followed a vulture away from the battle.

It had killed one of my pilots, and I was determined to shoot it down. It flew towards a Sep ship. It looked weird, with a large hangar.

My fighter scanned it, and there was some sort of unknown tech in it, along with a large group of people in it. I contacted Skywalker

-Skywalker?

What? A little busy here.

-Found a Sep ship. Looks odd, and scans say there's some sort of unknown tech. Can I check it out?

Sure, but be careful.

-Will do.

I flew closer, and landed inside. I pulled back the fabric covering something, and stopped, shocked.

It was an AH-64 Apache, or chopper.

And another was a Humvee.

A F-22 Raptor.

And a M1-A1 Abrams.

Another Humvee.

B-52 Stratofortress.

This was our tech.

I destroyed a couple of droids, and ran to the prison cells.

I opened one, and saw soldiers and pilots.

Marines.

That scientist Sam and Callen had described must've been sending our tech here.

And our pilots and soldiers.

Tana POV

I could feel Kaitlyn's shock. Huh. I decided to go ask Fives. He was a lot like my dad, sometimes. I could remember glimpses of my parents, and Fives seemed a lot like my dad. He was pretty cool.

I watched Fives talking with the two new guys, on the observation deck. Kaitlyn was out flying her starfighter. I ran up to him, calling, "F'buir!"

He turned around, looking startled, "What did you call me?"

I looked at him, "F'buir. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." He reached down and ruffled my hair, then picked me up, "It's fine, Tan'ika, just startled me."

I nodded, "Kait'buir's real shocked about something." I concentrated, and added, "She's getting angry, too. And indignant, but there's also relief. And a hunger for justice."

Fives frowned, and I leaned into his chest. I concentrated more, and saw flashes of something. It was ancient looking tech.

I frowned, "It had big long wings. Four…engine like things on it. It was huge! And she saw a bunch of people. Wearing beige, and there was a symbol on their shoulders. IT was a rectangle, and in the top let corner, it had a blue background with lots of stars—."

The smaller, paler man cut me off, looking worried, "With red and white alternating stripes on the rest?"

I nodded, "How did you know?"

"That's our flag—Sam! That crazy scientist must've been sending our tech over here. And our soldiers, which would explain a lot. Over 100 Marines had gone missing in the two months we were on Earth."

Sam nodded, "That ain't good. But at least we found them."

Callen asked angrily, "Maybe, but how do we get them home?"

A/N: Uh oh. American tech with the Seps?

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Buir means father and/or mother in Mando'a. It's not a gender specific language.