"Captain Rex," a familiar voice called. Rex looked to see Commander Cody come through the doors in front of him.

"Yes, Sir?" Rex replied in shock.

"This way," Cody replied leading Rex through the doors and down a series of stark white hallways until he reached a darkened communications room. The cloaked emperor stood on one side of a holographic table. Cody told Rex to stand on the other while he moved to take his position to the right of the emperor. A clone Rex was unable to recognize stood on the left. This one had a tablet in one hand.

"Hello, Captain," the emperor began. We just need to clarify some things…"

"Captain Rex," the unknown clone began.

"Yes, Sir," Rex replied.

"You were on Dantooine with Commander Ahsoka Tano and the 501st Torrent Company when Order 66 was issued?"

"Yes, Sir," Rex once again replied.

"Tell us about it."

"Our mission was a success. We were walking through the woods back to our transport when the order came through. We fired on Tano, and she fought back, taking out many of my men. Eventually, we were able to overpower her and I delivered the final blow."

"Good, thank you," the clone replied.

"I've heard you and Commander Tano were close," the emperor spoke. I would hope it was not too hard on you to end her life."

Rex knew he was testing him. He thought carefully for a moment.

"The commander was young when she came to us. She had much to learn about war, so at times I took her under my wing. It was always professional though. I had no attachment to her. She was an officer and I followed her orders, just like I followed yours," Rex replied.

"Very well," Sidious replied. "I am sending you with a group of troops to patrol the outer rim, looking for any Jedi that may be out there, and to assure the public they are in good hands. You will meet them in hanger B."

"Yes, Sir," Rex replied with a salute before turning toward the door.

Sidious leaned over to Cody. "Watch him," he said.

"Yes, Sir," Cody replied.

"Oh no! Absolutely NOT!" Suna cried as she looked into the bag Ben had placed in front of her filled with paper, pens, a datapad and old textbooks.

"We have to assimilate ourselves with the culture," Ben replied. Suna felt he'd said that at least a hundred times in the two weeks they'd been there.

"I didn't even realize they had schools here," she scoffed. "I mean, they keep kids as slaves!"

"Believe it or not Mos Eisley has quite the rising education program," Ben said cherrfully.

"Master, I am a Jedi…"

"A Jedi who has not yet completed her education. You are a sixteen-year-old girl. You can either pose as a student or my slave."

"I've been a slave before…" Suna mumbled.

"You're going to school," Ben said sternly. "It will be good for you to make some friends."

"I don't want to make friends. Especially with the hope that I can one day lose this identity."

Ben thought. "Then, think of it as a mission. Find out what others think about the Empire. See who we can trust."

Suna stared at him.

"You're not going to let up on this, are you?" she asked.

"Nope," he replied smiling.

The next day Suna was staring in the mirror. She had just finished reapplying the paint for her markings.

"I have led thousands of troops into battle. I have fought off some of the most dangerous criminals the galaxy has to offer. I can single-handily pilot a starship, and have survived being poisoned. I can do this."

Her glimmer of confidence vanished when she realized that those things were irrelevant. She was a new person, living on a desolate planet, in a universe darker than she could've dreamed. Worse, the one person that had given her the skills she had needed to have those accomplishments was now a monster. How could she rely on anything from the past?

"You don't give yourself enough credit, my dear," Ben said as if he'd heard her thoughts. "Ahsoka, you are so much more than a Jedi Padawan, and always have been. Just be yourself."

It was the first time he'd used her real name in weeks, and she smiled. She then did something that before now would have still seemed inappropriate. She went up to the Jedi Master and hugged him. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," he said, returning the embrace with a smile. "Good luck."

Ahsoka had taken classes at the Jedi Temple. She had even gone undercover as a teacher in a Mandalorian school. At the temple, however, she knew everyone. Undercover, she had a mission to focus on, and probably felt a little too comfortable with her Jedi status.

Now, that comfort was gone. She was simply the only mentally scarred, newly insecure teenage togruta in a sandy room with a small class who had known each other for years.

'Well, this should be fun,' she thought.

She could constantly feel people's eyes on her. When she got there, the principal greeted her and gave her a packet with rules and other information about the school, as well as a test to see which learning level she fit into too.

The school was small. The building was nice for Tatooine, but nothing like the Mandalorian school. It had about fifty students dispersed over three levels of education. She scored into the highest level, which impressed the principal. "Where are you from, Miss Tano?"

"My uncle is a tradesman, and I've spent years traveling around the galaxy. All of the changes recently have caused him to return to his roots here as a moisture farmer."

It was the story she and Ben had felt sounded the most realistic.

"Well, it's good to have you here," he said handing her a schedule of classes. She sighed with relief.

As she awaited her first class, Advance Mathematics, she made no attempt to socialize. It was obvious from the moment she stepped into the room that cliques had already been well established. She went straight to a desk in the back.

The others simply stared at her off and on until a Rodian woman came in and stood in front of a screen.

"Good Morning, class. Today we will pick up where we left off with yesterday's lesson. I encourage you to welcome our new student," she said nodding toward Suna. "Now, if you'll turn to chapter 10…"

A half-hour into the class, and Suna realized the advanced level of learning was all or nothing. She'd studied Math at the temple, but it wasn't the top priority in learning how to protect the galaxy, especially during a war. She had only needed to learn the basics. She had no idea the subject could get this complicated.

She could hear the snickers as she struggled to complete a set of problems they were given.

"Hey Tano, I bet a wookie could fill out that sheet faster," a human boy commented.

"Better be careful insulting wookies," Suna snarkily replied. "They could easily rip you to pieces."

The rest of the day was a similar struggle. In the classes she did well in, she was still looked at strangely for being the new kid. Her last class of the day was recently added to every student's schedule: Imperial Laws and Customs.

Suna was OK with it, until the professor walked in.

"Hey, you're a clone!" one boy exclaimed.

"Yes, Sir." He said. "The name's Echo, and I will be teaching this class."

'You have got to be kidding me!' Suna thought.

She hid her face behind her datapad and pleaded with the force she would not be recognized.

"The material is pretty simple, but important," Echo began. "Today, we'll just go over some of the basic law changes that came about as the Republic transitioned into the Empire."

Suna zoned out for most of the lecture, trying to keep her emotions at bay.

'It'll all be OK. You have a good disguise. Don't worry about, she told herself.'

Near the end of class, Echo went through the aisles and handed out a syllabus for the rest of the semester. Suna began to wonder where he was during Order 66, and if he was with a Jedi. She had lost track of the Bad Batch's assignments over time.

'It makes sense that they made him a teacher," Suna thought. 'They can plug the information right into him.'

Echo walked down her row, and paused when he saw her.

"Hey, I know you!"