I want to sincerely apologize for the lateness of this chapter. I promised it like what, two weeks ago? But anyway, please enjoy it and leave your feedback! Things are changing, and I need to know if I'm doing a good job or not! Constructive criticism welcomed, flames, not so much.

Disclaimer: I don't own StarWars. Darn .

Edit: Thanks to GondorianRose for pointing out that misspell...who spells Falcon wrong? I mean REALLY!

Ahsoka was sitting in an airduct, her eyes closed. It had been ages since she had last meditated. She couldn't even remember. Throughout the past few hours, she had hears snippets of what was going on. The Falcon had made it free. Apparently Tarkin had wanted to place a tracking device on the ship, but the troopers had waited too long to do it. They had originally thought the escape process would take much longer.

Ahsoka smiled to herself. She knew it was because of her. For a moment, Ahsoka wondered what would have happened if she hadn't gone to go see Obi-Wan at that precise moment. Where would they all be?

Ignoring her own question, Ahsoka continued to meditate. She knew that they were heading to Coruscant. She wasn't entirely sure how she would get off of the Death Star. She needed a plan, and a good one. Currently, she was in the Empire's ball of destruction, heading towards the Empire's capital.

Ahsoka slowly opened her eyes. Meditating wasn't helping calm her spirit. It used to always help. She remembered once, during a break in fighting during the Clone Wars.

Ahsoka was pacing back and forth, nervous. "What if they attack while we're resting?" she asked, probably for the millionth time.

"They won't. Ahsoka, sit down," her master said. Ahsoka plopped down next to him. His eyes were closed, and she could tell he was thinking hard. "Meditate it away."

"You know that never works for me," Ahsoka said. "I'm too worked up."

"You know, meditating will clear that up," Anakin said, eyebrow lifting. He didn't open his eyes though.

Ahsoka huffed and sat down, cross legged and shut her eyes. She focused on the calm of the room; it radiated off her master. It was so strange; in battle, he was a frenzied fighter, never stopping. But now…not now.

Ahsoka felt the nervousness leave her body, and she let out a sigh of contentment. She could feel her master smiling at her. Well done padawan.

Ahsoka opened her eyes. Even now she could hear her master's voice. At first she was worried that Vader was with her, but the force was not screaming at her to run. She was safe, in this air duct.

Ahsoka closed her eyes again and focused on the energies around her. The Falcon had left, and she could feel a…soreness about the loss of the Falcon, and those aboard her.

But she also felt victory, which confused her. Why would they be feeling victorious? They hadn't won this round….her curiosity was so overwhelming that Ahsoka decided to leave the air duct and find out.

She slipped into an empty room and looked around. Thankfully it was empty. Just before she was about to take a step, the door flung open. Ahsoka force jumped back into her air duct, hoping that whoever entered the room didn't see her.

Gently moving the tile back in place, Ahsoka froze when she heard the breathing. Vader was in the room. She took in a breath, then gently let go of the tile, and it slid into place. Leaning down, Ahsoka tried concentrating on some noise. It was Vader's voice.

"Do not think that without Obi-Wan that they won't be a threat," his voice said.

Without Obi-Wan. What? Obi Wan was…Ahsoka's hands were over her face and she was shaking her head. No. No it couldn't be….

"You now truly are the last of your kind Vader," Tarkin's voice said. The rat must have been following Vader. "With Kenobi finally dead, the spirit of the rebellion will be crushed."

Ahsoka sat up, her head shaking. No….no! Obi Wan can't be dead!

"Do not be so sure," Vader said in reply. "The rebellion has survived this long without the aid of Kenobi. I would not be surprised if their resolve is not stronger."

Ahsoka's breath hitched.

"And do not be so sure about your other comment. There are many who use the power of the force," Vader said. By the sounds of his voice, Ahsoka could tell he was directly below her. She focused on keeping her force signature low.

"You're old apprentice?" Tarkin asked, then laughed. "Tano has all but given up the Jedi ways."

"There was no mention of her being a part of the escape party," Vader said. "She could still be aboard."

Ahsoka's blood ran cold. If they knew she was still on the station….that would not be good for her.

Tarkin out and laughed at Vader. "You suggest Tano is still here? Where would she run to, Vader? She would be on a station full of Imperials. It is far more likely that she escaped, unnoticed, onto the Falcon."

Yes! Ahsoka thought to herself. I left! Do not look for me!

Vader did not reply, but she heard him leave the room. There was a low chuckle. "Yes, I have no doubt that Tano is still here," Tarkin's voice floated up to her hiding place. "And it is a good thing too; the Emperor has a plan for you, my dear."

Tarkin's footfalls left the room, and the door hissed as it shut. She breathed in and out heavily.

They had finally broken away from the squadron of TIE fighters. Han told Chewy to watch the bridge, and he sauntered into the main hold. Leia was laying on the couch, trying to catch some needed sleep. She looked so peaceful, so serene, like sleep was an escape from a terrible world. He desperately wanted to wake her up and talk to her, to hear her voice, but he knew that he would hate himself forever if he ever disturbed the small amount of peace she was feeling. Instead, he went looking for the kid.

He wasn't in the main hold; Han checked everywhere, but couldn't find him. Finally, when he almost gave up, he heard a sniffling noise. Han went to investigate and saw Luke, sitting alone in one of the turrets.

"Hey kid," Han said, startling Luke. The kid jumped slightly, then Han saw him rub his sleeve over his eyes.

"What?" Luke asked, facing away from Han.

"I wanted to see if you needed anything," Han said softly. It hadn't occurred to him until now that Luke might be hurting, almost as much as the princess.

"I don't need your help," Luke spat bitterly.

Han sighed, and moved in closer. "Look kid. You and I…we didn't start out friends. But…I just want you to know, if you need to talk to someone, I'm a darn good listener." He paused, then added, "or so I've been told."

Han's comment had the desired effect, and Luke laughed. "I mean it, kid. Luke."

Luke sighed. "I'm all alone now," he whispered, and Han barely caught it. "My aunt and uncle were killed before….now Obi Wan. I've never known my dad…or mom." He laughed bitterly again.

Han looked up, a frown on his face. "It's not true."

Luke turned to face him this time. "What?"

"That isn't true," Han repeated. "You've got us. Me, Chewy, Goldenrod and the trashcan. And you've got the princess too. We're your family now, so deal with it."

Luke looked down at his hands for a long time, and Han began to wonder if what he had said registered. But Luke smiled, and looked up at Han and nodded. "Yeah, I do."

I really wanted this to be longer, but I felt ending it here would be better. Hope you all enjoyed it!

MLV