Guess who's back?! Well, my mom has had a TON of meetings lately, so I've had nothing to do, but write mostly, haha! Well, I hope you all like this, I'm just throwing idea's together as I go, so I hope you all like the new chapter! Enjoy it all!

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No One's POV:

Fi, Ordo and Sev soon made it back to the hideout, and Sev walked over and gently lifted Sara up into his arms, and Fi got off his speeder and they all headed in.

"That's one tough girl." Ordo said, with a nod towards Sara.

"Yeah, so are you, must be the skirts." Fi said, with a chuckle, which earned him a slap on the back of the head from Ordo.

"Last time, ner vod. It's a kama!" Ordo said, as he huffed inside.

Sev looked at Fi and couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously Fi, unless you want to end up in the hospital, cool it with the skirt jokes."

Fi shrugged. "But that's my job! I'm not just another pretty face." he said, as he smirked.

Sev merely rolled his eyes and headed inside, with Fi following him, asking why he didn't agree. As soon as they were inside, they were bombed with questions.

"Okay son, tell us what happened." Skirata said, after Sev and Fi had gotten Sara to a cot and got an oxygen mask on her face again.

"Some di'kut decided to follow us, and he brought a friend along. I think they were after Sara for some reason." Fi said, as he handed over the men's wallets and credentials he had gotten from them.

"Like he said, they were morons." Sev added.

Kal looked them over, then tossed them to Mereel and Jaing. "Do me a favor, ad'ike. Figure out who they were, and just what they were doing following Fi and Sara." he said.

The two Null brothers nodded and scurried off to do some hacking, one of their favorite past times.

"Fi, what exactly did you and Sev do to them?" Etain asked slowly.

"Well, Jedi use their Force powers to mind rub, we... use different tactics." Sev said, as he wiped his vibroblade with a cloth.

Etain scrunched up her nose. "That's fine, I'll skip the details." she said.

Sev smiled, and sat down to finish cleaning his blade. Fi walked over to check on Sara again, then sat on his own cot and began pulling his plates off.

"So, when do we get our own bunks and rooms, Kal'buir?" he asked, knowing this was temporary.

"As soon as you cut it with the skirt jokes." Ordo said under his breath.

Fi rolled his eyes at the comment. "You do know he's serious, don't you Fi?" Atin asked.

"Oh really? I thought he was blushing from my compliments and didn't know what else to say." Fi said.

At that, Fi jumped over his cot and took off running, as Ordo snarled and ran after him, fists raised, ready for a all out fist fight with his brother.

A'den, Prudii and Kom'rk all burst out laughing at the sight of their brothers fist fighting. Ordo chased Fi around, until he got him pinned to the floor in a headlock.

"Okay, okay, ba'vodu!" Fi yelled, when he heard Ordo's vibroblade swish out of it's hidden place.

"'Ba'vodu'? what does that mean?" Etain asked.

"It means, uncle." Kal said, as he walked over to break his boys apart.

Skirata grabbed Ordo by the collar of his suit and yanked him off Fi, while Niner and Darman pulled Fi to his feet. Fi brushed himself off, and looked over at Ordo.

"I forgot how rough you play." he said, as he stood up straight, cracked his neck, and walked over to Ordo.

Niner and Darman were ready to break up another fight, but the two brothers simply shook hands and walked out to get themselves cleaned up.

"Those two are quite a bit of work, aren't they?" Vau said, walking over.

"Yeah, but they're my boys. And boys will be boys, as the saying goes." Kal said, with a laugh.

Vau glanced over at Sara, and Skirata could see the look on his face. "Leave her be, Walon. It wasn't her fault she got sick."

Vau shook his head slightly. "I suppose." he said at last

Skirata shook his head, then looked over at Joe who was standing in the corner, watching everyone. Kal limped over and stood by him.

"You okay son?" Kal asked.

Joe nodded. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." he said, arms crossed across his chest.

"Never said you weren't. But, from what I heard happened on Kamino, you might have an argument on your hand." he said, as he limped back over to Ordo, who was still glaring at Fi, who was getting scolded by his squad.

Joe glanced around, then let his eyes fall on Sara who was still sleeping. He was still racking his brain, trying to understand why he had such a connection to her. It just didn't make sense.

He shook his head and gave up after a bit, since he was getting a headache. He'd think more on it later.

After a bit, the male Jedi, Bardan Jusik, walked over to him. Joe looked up at him, and tried not to seem angry, since he wasn't used to being around Jedi and letting them live.

"You know, since you've given up the Sith Order, and don't have a Master any longer, do you want some help with your powers?" Jusik asked him.

Joe simply shook his head. "I can handle them myself thank you. I am thirteen after all, I can take care of myself." he said.

Jusik chuckled. "You remind me a lot of myself at your age ad'ika. Alright, if you don't want help, then that's your choice. If you do want help at any time, you know where to find me." he said, as he turned on his heels and walked back over to Delta Squad.

Joe wasn't to sure of what he should make of this group. They weren't exactly what he'd been taught that the Republic was like. And then, he began to question everything he'd been taught by his Master's.

And he seriously doubted that his Master had sent him on his mission for a good perpose. So far, everything he had found and figured out, had pointed to his Master sending him right into a trap, that he knew about and probably set up himself.

He narrowed his eyes hard in concentration. Then a thought hit him. Maybe that's why the Kaminoan's hadn't killed him when they had the chance. Maybe his Master would supposedly come and rescue him, and make him be in his dept.

Joe narrowed his eyes into thin slits, anger boiling up inside him. He was furious now, and if given the chance, he would make sure his Master never saw the light of another day.

Both Etain and Jusik could sense the sudden ripple in the Force when Joe got angry, and they both wondered what could be bothering him.

Though, neither wanted to cross him at the moment. The last thing they needed was a furious Sith, lose in their secret hideout.

*Later that night*

Fi sat on Sara's cot next to her, as she played with a puzzle box he had brought over to her. It was to see how fast she could put it together, see if her dizziness was any better. And so far, she was doing very well.

"Alright, I think you're fit to fight again." Fi said after a moment.

Sara grinned wide, and handed him the puzzle. "Thanks Fi." she said.

He nodded, and set the puzzle under her cot. Then he pulled out a 'pad, and handed it to her. She took it and stared at it.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"Remember, I told you I was going to teach you some tricks to deal with the guilt and pain?" Fi said.

Sara nodded. "Okay... I just want to know one thing."
"And that is?"
"How do you know these tricks?" Sara asked, hoping not to offend him.

Fi leaned back and chewed on the inside of his mouth thoughtfully. "Very first mission. It was the Battle of Geonosis. And it ended badly for my squad. Same with Darman's, Niner's, and Atin's. After that, we were put together as Omega Squad and have been together ever since." Fi explained.

"Whoa... I-I'm so sorry Fi, I had no idea." Sara said.

He smiled and gently laid a hand on her knee. " Nah, it's okay. I understand that. And I'm sorry about your folks too."

She nodded. "Thank you Fi. So, how does this work?" she asked.

"Okay, what you start off doing is, you write down all the great things about your parents. Then, you write down how you feel now, weather it be guilty or sad, or even angry, okay?" Fi asked.

Sara nodded and did as she was told. Her list became quite long, and she wrote things down for a long while.

"Now what?" she asked, when she was finished.

"See which list is longer." Fi told her.

She nodded and counted off the things. "The list about my parents is longer." she said, looking up at him.

"Good. That's a very good step. You see, for every thing you wrote down, that's just one reason why your buir's wouldn't want you to be upset. See where I'm coming from?" Fi slowly asked.

Sara thought for a moment, then nodded. Fi smiled and patted her shoulder, then took her 'pad and copied down what she had written to hers.

"Alright, we'll do the next step another time. I want you to try to do this every day, until the next step, okay Sar'ika?" Fi asked.

She nodded. "Okay, I'll try."

He smiled and stood up, slipping his 'pad in a spot in his armor. "Good. Now, feel free to wander around, you're one of us now, so you might as well get used to your surroundings." he said, as he walked off to his cot to get some sleep.

Sara sighed softly and after a few minutes, she got to her feet. She walked over to a shelve, that now would house her armor plates when not in use, and hooked them into place. It still felt odd to be in her body suit, so she wanted to get a little more comfortable.

Not many people saw armor as 'comfortable', but she did. Ever since what happened to her parents, she always felt safest in her armor. It was like a little child holding the blanket their mother had made for them. It felt like her parents were always hugging her, when she wore her armor, and she also felt she was being protected by them with her armor on.

She quickly recited her ritual, then slipped her handgun into the holster on her lower thigh, and laid her helmet on the bed, figuring she wouldn't need it, then went off to have a look around.

If anything, she wanted some fresh air. It was slightly stuffy to her, and she needed some time alone.

As she walked outside, she pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting her long wavy brown hair fall lose against her back, and she smiled.

She wasn't to fond of having her hair pulled back much, but it was nice to get it out of the way when slipping her helmet on and off. But right now was her moment to just have a little freedom.

She walked out into the alley way a little and let a nice cool breeze hit her face. She closed her eyes and smiled. It was still slightly unbelievable to her that she was actually here.

She was finally a Republic Commando.

Her eyes snapped open when she heard the sound of boots crunching. She backed herself into the wall, and bent down into a crouch, her hand immediately dropping towards her handgun.

'Of course, I had to leave my buy'ce inside. I could have used it really badly now!' Sara scolded herself.

She shook her head and checked the meter on her gun, and set it to low, incase this was someone they could use to get info out of, she didn't want to kill them. At least, not without a few answers as to why they were here.

The sound of boots clunking along, became louder, and she silently pulled her gun and held it near her chest, waiting for the right moment.

Finally, she couldn't take waiting anymore and she rolled to the side and sprung into a crouched position, gun aimed at... a clone soldier.

"Whoa, whoa, udesii, don't shoot!" he yelled, hands held up and away from his body.

"What's your name?" Sara asked quickly, her gun still trained on the clone.

"RC-5108/8843. Name's Corr. I'm looking for sergeant Kal." he said calmly.

Sara stared at him for a moment, then holstered her gun, quite angrily. She stood up and threw her hands in the air.

"Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? Ni an a kyramu gar!" she yelled as she walked over to Corr and glared at him, before stalking off and pacing around a little to let off some steam.

Corr stood there, dumbfounded, being he had no idea, whatsoever, as to what she had just screamed at him. But she sure knew what it was.

Corr watched her pace around, until he jumped slightly at a light touch on his shoulder and turned to see Skirata standing there, hair tussled from sleep, but a kind smile on his face.

"Go on inside, Cor'ika. I'll talk to her. Don't worry, she's a vod." he reassured him.

Corr nodded, and slowly walked inside. Skirata slowly walked over to Sara, who was standing next to the wall, with her forehead resting against it.

"So, what exactly did you say, to get Corr to look so shocked?" Skirata said, as he leaned against the wall next to her.

"Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? Ni an a kyramu gar." Sara repeated softly.

Kal slowly nodded. "Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate? I all but killed you." he slowly repeated in English.

Sara nodded. "He spooked me and I drew my gun on him." she muttered, as she scuffed her boots against the pavement.

"Well, you've defiantly learned your Mando'a, haven't you ad'ika?" Kal said with a laugh.

Sara sighed softly, then turned around, so that her back leaned against the wall. Kal could tell she was bothered by something.

"What's wrong Sar'ika?" Skirata asked, as he laid a gently, but firm hand on her shoulder.

"I almost shot a vod!" she said, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation.

"It's okay. You're still in your fight or flight instincts. You're in a new place, with new people you're still not used to, it's going to take time to adjust. Besides, he was wearing armor, so you wouldn't have done to much bad damage, from the setting on your gun." Kal said, motioning towards her handgun, which was still set on low.

"I guess..." Sara muttered under her breath.

"Come on, lets head back inside." Kal said, as he steered her back inside.

"Yeah, I think I outta find Corr and apologize for nearly shooting him." she said.

"Well, I think he'll find it funny, after all he's been through." Skirata said with a laugh.

Sara looked at him funny, but he simply gave her a playful shove in the back, and headed back to get some sleep.

Sara looked around and saw Corr raiding the cabinets for food. That was one thing that always surprised her, was the clones appetite. They were always hungry it seemed.

She slowly walked up to him and he turned around and leaned against the counter.

"I see you left that thing holstered this time." he said in a joking tone, as he munched on some Uj cake.

"Yeah, sorry about the little incident outside ner vod. I'm kinda new, if you haven't guessed, and am a bit jumpy still." she said quietly.

"It's alright, how about we wipe the slate clean and start over? Names Corr, what's yours?" Corr asked, as he stuck his hand out to shake hers.

"RC-1995. But you can call me Sara." she said, as she returned his shake.

She smiled at him, then stopped and looked closer at his hand. He saw her looking at it, and he sat down his cake and pulled back a piece of synthflesh, revealing a prosthetic hand.

"Y-you're hand... i-it's..." Sara stammered quietly, in disbelief.

"Yeah, lost 'em both, defusing a bomb." Corr said, as he put the piece of flesh back into place, making it seem almost real.

Sara widened her eyes, in a mix of shock, surprise and pity. But then they turned to burning anger, for what this clone, no, this man had gone through, for no reason whatsoever. He was bred to fight, but it wasn't right. He never had a say or a choice, and that just wasn't right.

"I'm so sorry." she finally said at last.

"It's okay, I'm used to them by now. They can do a lot, that you can't do with real hands, like crush stuff!" he said with a laugh.

She was amazed at how easily he took this, for something so hard. She still could barely believe it. It was awful what Corr had gone through. Now Sara understood what Skirata had meant by, 'all he's been through'.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as a thought crossed her mind. "This isn't right. And it's time things changed!" she said quietly.

"Beg your pardon?" Corr asked, confused.

"Um, nothing, sorry. I just... I've got something I need to think over. I'll talk to you later Corr, okay?"

Corr nodded, then Sara turned and walked back to an empty room she had passed by, to get some quiet time to herself. She had a lot she needed to think on.

And she swore, that these Clones, these men, wouldn't just be used like those despicable droids any longer.

Not if she had any say in it...

Okay, that was a rather fun chapter to write! Just so you know, what Sara said to Corr, was totally Mandalorian! If you're wondering how I know all this, I've got two answers. One, I'm a real Mando'ad! At least, to me I am. Two, I've done a TON of research, and have an interesting hobby, so... YEAH! And also, Corr is a real character from the books. The things that happen to them, that I've said, are real things from the books, not just stuff I made up. So yeah, what do you think is gonna happen next? Sara seems pretty mad, this outta be interesting! So yeah, until the next chapter, please don't forget to review, and see ya next time!