Guess who's back again?! Well, after the ending on the last one, what with the epic battle and all, I didn't want to leave ya hanging to much, hehe! Well, I hope you all like this, and all. So yeah, see ya at the end of the chapter! Enjoy!

Turning Away:
No One's POV:

Kal slowly walked into a small room in the back, where they had moved Sara, so that she could have some privacy. He saw Fi sitting on her cot, trying to coax her into talking to him, but she refused.

She had been clinging to her helmet, ever since Fi had given it back to her. Fi wasn't sure why she was hanging to it so much, but let her have it, hoping it would help to calm her.

After a bit, he looked a little closer at her helmet, and saw a small hand print marking on one side. Kal had seen it when he first met her, and knew what it stood for, but Fi didn't.

"Sara, what's that hand print mark for?" he asked, only earning a soft whimper from the sad girl.

Kal walked into the room, and gently laid a hand on Fi's shoulder, and motioned outside, when Fi turned to look at him.

Fi slowly got to his feet and looked back at Sara. "I'll be back soon, I promise." he said, before he walked out.

He turned to Kal, with a confused look, when the doors had shut behind them.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Fi asked.

"Not really. Just, something that might upset her more, if you push it." Kal said.

"Which would be?" Fi asked, wanting to know more.

Kal sighed, and looked at Fi right in the eye, being he wasn't wearing his helmet. "Son, go and fetch your bucket for me, please. I'm gonna teach you another Mando'ad custom." he said.

Fi nodded and walked off, soon returning with his helmet, which he handed over to Skirata. Skirata turned it over and held it between them.

"This isn't one of the older custom, but it's still a custom. You saw the mark her on helmet? Well, it was drawn with her parents blood." Kal explained.

"Wait, what? Why?" Fi asked, quite baffled.

"This is a custom most seen in females for some reason. Especially those who lost their parents, or husband. If they're killed, the custom is to make a mark with their blood. I saw it when we first met, and after she told us her story, I knew for sure what it was. If you ever tested the DNA in it, it would consist of both her parents blood, and possibly her own." Kal explained to the curious Clone.

"Why hers?" Fi questioned.

"Because, that's her hand print." Kal said, before walking off, leaving Fi quite baffled.

*Later that day*

Ordo walked into the mess hall they'd set up in one of the bigger rooms, and saw Darman sitting at one of the tables.

"Mind some company?" Ordo asked.

"Not at all ner vod." Darman said, as he motioned to the place across from him.

Ordo grabbed some food, and sat down across from Darman. They both ate in silence for a while, until Darman broke it.

"So, what do you think of the new kids?" Darman asked, referring to Sara and Joe.

"I think they catch you calling them 'kids', and you'll probably lose an arm." Ordo said with a laugh.

Darman chuckled as well. "Well, they are, aren't they?" he questioned.

"Well, Joe is still a child, for the time being, I think until he's fourteen, in Mandalorian custom. But Sara, she's an adult. So call her a kid, and you might get it big time." Ordo told him, before taking another bite of his meal.

Darman let out another chuckle. "Yeah. I know."

They both looked up, when Fi entered the room. He grabbed a slice of cake and sat down next to Ordo.

"How's the girl?" Ordo asked plainly.

"Sara's not the best. She's very strong, but I think she's hit rock bottom, and she refuses to leave the room, and she just keeps clinging to her buy'ce." he told them, as he bit into his sweet cake.

"Sounds like she's not as clear headed as we thought." Ordo muttered, earning him a slap from Fi.

"Hey, you were once in her shoes, back on Kamino!" he said defensively.

Ordo rolled his eyes, and kept eating. Darman kept quiet, unsure of what he should say. His two brothers could fight a lot, but they always worked it out in the end.

He began to think about Sara and just what she must have gone through. To be without your parents at such a young age, then fending for yourself, it was quite a job.

He looked up when Skirata, Vau, Etain and Jusik walked in to the mess hall.

"Well, we're going to tell the Jedi Council about this Sith lord." Bardan told them.

"But what about Joe? What happens to him now?" Fi asked.

"We're not going to tell them about Joe. Just that you were attacked by a Sith lord, and we've been giving information by someone who's been to their home world, and the fact that there are more then just two." Etain explained.

The three Clones nodded. But still, they were worried that their new friends would be found.

"Think they'll find out about Sara and Joe anyways?" Darman asked.

"We've taken the best precautions we can, to insure that they aren't found here, and that our place here isn't found either." Kal told them, getting nods in response.

Darman slowly stood up, taking his plate over to the sink. "Then I guess it's just waiting now." he said.

"For what?" Ordo asked, as he leaned back.

"For a mission, that takes us near that creeps home." he said, as he put his plate into the cabinet.

Vau nodded. "I agree. Perhaps you can convince your Master's of that, you two?" he asked, looking at Etain and Jusik.

"We can try." Jusik said.

"But no promises!" Etain finished.

They all nodded, then the two Jedi left, to go brief the Council on what had happened, while Fi and Ordo went to check on Sara, leaving Kal, Walon and Darman.

"What do we do now, Kal'buir?" Darman asked.

Kal slowly shook his head, deep in thought. "I don't know son. I don't know."

*Sara's room*

Fi and Ordo slowly walked towards Sara's room, then stopped when they heard someone singing softly.

"In darkness, we do what we can. In daylight, we're oblivion. Our hearts so raw and clear; are turning away, turning away from here..."

Fi and Ordo looked at each other, then walked forward again, stopping at her door, and knocking softly, instantly ending the soft song.

They both walked in after a moment, and saw Sara leaning against the wall, staring at her helmet, tears on her face.

"Was that you we just heard singing?" Fi asked.

She gave a slight nod, and the two Clone brothers smiled.

"You have a beautiful voice." Ordo said, causing a soft smile to appear on her lips.

"Thank you." she quietly murmured.

They both stood there for a moment, then Sara looked up at them, and just stared.

"What?" Fi finally asked after a moment.

"You remind me of my father." she said quietly, her eyes twinkling slightly, at the thought of her buir.

They both smiled a little, then Ordo leaned against the wall, while Fi sat down next to her.

"So, what exactly was that song you were singing?" Ordo asked.

"It's called, Turning Away. And really, I think it's not only fitting for me, but fitting for all of us." she said.

"Really? You don't say." Fi said.

She nodded. "Wanna learn it?" she asked.

The two Clones thought for a moment, then nodded. But Sara had a better idea.

"Actually... Ordo, go and fetch your Null brothers!" she said.

Ordo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "And just why should I do that?" he asked her.

"Because, we're going to make a little choir, and give everyone a good moral boost." she said, with a flicker of light shining in her eyes.

Ordo thought for a moment, then nodded and walked out. Fi turned to her and smiled.

"I can see that twinkle in your eye." he said.

She turned and faced him with a smile. He gently patted her shoulder and grinned.

"Welcome back. Lets not let that Siit get the better of you next time."

She smiled and nodded. "Never again." she said quietly.

Never again...

Okay, yeah, it's kinda short, but I needed a filler chapter. I hope you liked it! It wasn't much, but like I said, this was just a filler chapter for ya. I enjoyed it, and I'm looking forward to the next and future chapters. I hoped you all liked it and please don't forget to review! So until next time, later all!