A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates. My 2 year old niece got a hold of my computer, resulting in the need for me to purchase a new one. On that note, I hate windows 8. Anyway, here is the last chapter in Rebellion's Own, and look out for the final piece, which I have yet to name.

MLV

The blaring alarms continued to ring in Leia's ears as she dashed through the halls. Running in all directions were the soldiers of the rebellion, serene yet determined looks on their faces. The fact that they weren't blindly panicking was a good sign; Leia assumed that they hadn't been ambushed by Imperial forces.

Finally making it to where the Rebel leaders were located, Leia entered the room and saw them all sitting at a table, huddled together.

"What is it?" Leia asked, out of breath.

"Probe droids," Jan Dodonna explained. "We're assuming they're from the Empire, so we're moving out."

"Leaving?" Leia asked, her voice squeaking. Fear struck her heart like a dagger of ice. Han and Luke were still out there.

"We realize this, Princess," another voice, Vanden Willard, told her. "But we have an entire organization, not to mention the thousands of people who are a part of it, to think of."

Leia hadn't realized she had spoken her fear out loud. Straightening her shoulders, she took on a more professional attitude. "What do you propose we do, then?"

The was a noticeable mood change in the room, and it frightened Leia. "Princess," Dodonna said slowly. "There's nothing we can do."

Goose bumps traveled up Leia's arms, and she strained to keep herself together. "I understand," her voice came out astonishingly calm. "Gentleman." She nodded to them and made her exit.

When she was safely away from their eyes, Leia ran down the corridors. She needed help, and knew there was only one person on this base who would be able to help her. The only issue was would he be willing?

Leia reached his door and pounded on it, partly because she was afraid of what she might see should she simply barge in.

"Princess?" The door opened, revealing Lando's shocked-and confused-face.

"I need your help," Leia replied, and then pushed past him into his room. A small amount of relief flooded her when she saw that he was alone.

"By all means, come in," Lando said in a tone that was neither sarcastic nor genuine. "What is it you need help with?"

"We're moving bases," Leia explained hurriedly.

"Ah, that would explain all of the beeping," Lando said, clearly amused at the Alderaani before him.

Leia ignored the remark. "I have no way of contacting Luke or Han to let them know we've left. And it'd be too dangerous to leave some kind of hint behind."

Lando seemed to understand what she was asking. "So you want me to get word to them?"

Leia found herself short of words, so she merely nodded.

Lando must have realized just how worried Leia was, because all hint of amusement left his disposition, and he nodded somberly. "I'll do my best, Leia."

Leia felt her shoulders slump in relief, and she sat down on his couch. "Thank you," she whispered slowly. "Thank you."

Lando sat down next to her and nudged her shoulder with his. "Hey," he said, hoping to prompt a smile from her face. "Not even a problem. It's my pleasure."

Leia let a smile slip to her face. "You are quite the gentleman, Mr. Calrissian."

Lando let out a hearty laugh. "Don't call me that," he said good naturedly. "Please, just stick with Lando."

Leia felt her face flush slightly. "Alright Lando." Suddenly, both were aware of the blaring sounds in the background, which allowed an escape from the suddenly uncomfortable conversation. Leia stood up from the couch and decided it was time for her to leave,

"Will you be going with us?" she asked.

Lando looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "Perhaps."

"We could use your help," Leia told him, hoping to persuade him.

Lando smiled up at her. "We'll see. In the meantime, let's get everyone to safety. Sound like a plan?"

In reply, Leia looked down at him. "Shall we then?"

Lando grinned at her, and the two of them went in separate directions.

Ahsoka gingerly stepped through the rubble that had once held a peaceful distraction from the world outside. The white marble floors now scorched, and the mysterious coolness that had intrigued her so much had completely disappeared. Part of her wondered if it had been directly linked to the older man, and had been sentient. Regardless, everything that had been was now gone. The Coruscanti authorities had taken what was left of the body as well as anything they thought important. Something told Ahsoka, however, that there was still much to be learned in the remaining wreckage.

"What were you up to?" she muttered to herself, peeking through crisp papers. They collapsed into dust at the touch of her fingers.

Stretching out with the force, Ahsoka felt around the room. There was a trace of something alive, something serene. Ahsoka felt a familiar cool sensation come over her. She felt it rising up her body and then all of a sudden, it was as if the room before her had changed. Dancing before her eyes were soft, white particles of light. Even as the description came to her mind, Ahsoka knew that there was so much more to what she was seeing than she knew, or would ever know.

Run. The word was whispered into her ear, yet at the same time Ahsoka felt as if she had been punched in the stomach with great force. Doubling over in both shock and pain, Ahsoka could hear nothing other than that single word: run.

This feeling was more intense than any other time she had sensed danger. With her concentration dropped, she found herself alone in a charred room, and yet she still felt the presence of another person with her.

"Who's there?" Her voice trembled slightly, and Ahsoka hoped that whoever was with her would think her a non-threat, but there was no reply. And yet, Ahsoka knew beyond a doubt that she was not alone, that something with dark powers was with her.

Taking one last look around the apartment, Ahsoka decided that there was nothing more to be gained from the apartment. Careful not to leave any visible traces of her trespass, Ahsoka left the building.

It had only been a few hours when Ahsoka found herself at a café. It was owned by a large Twi'lek named Ivel'catuc. He bustled around the seating area taking orders and chatting with his customers. When he got to Ahsoka's table, he paused.

"I've seen you somewhere before," he said bluntly.

A twinge of fear struck at her heart, but she shook her head and kept the look on her face calm. "Are you sure? I've never been to Coruscant before."

Ivel'catuc narrowed his eyes at her and looked her over. His face changed from scrutinizing to embarrassment, and he flushed. "Please, miss, forgive me. I've never met a Togruta before, and frankly, you all like very similar."

The panic left her. She sat up straight her set her mouth. "Excuse me?" she asked, playing the role. "How dare you!"

The shopkeeper put his hands up in defense. "Please forgive me!" he begged. "I meant no harm. Words were said in ignorance, m'lady."

Ahsoka placed a hand down to calm him. "I forgive you. But you must learn to treat your customers with respect."

The shopkeeper nodded his head vigorously. "Yes mistress, I will! Please, order anything you want. On me."

Ahsoka smiled and let him know that she'd call him over when she was ready to order. He went away, and Ahsoka blew out a breath. She'd let her concern for finding Telo's murderer cloud the real reason she was here. She'd also let her guard down. It was much too dangerous to do that here.

"Getting something good?" An unknown person sat down on the other side of Ahsoka's table. Instantly, her hand shifted for easy access to her lightsaber. She cursed herself for once again now paying attention to the subtle hints from the force.

"Yes, I hope so. I've never been to this café before, so I'm hoping that the food isn't horrible," she replied calmly.

The stranger nodded slowly. "And just what are you doing here on Coruscant, might I ask."

"Well, it is rude of you to ask," Ahsoka informed him. "But I see no harm in telling you. I'm a tradesperson, and I'm here on business."

"Oh, well of course." The stranger pursed his lips. "What is it that you trade?"

Ahsoka cocked her head slightly. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

He laughed. "Do forgive me." He glanced over his shoulder, and then back to her. A look of panic had entered his eyes.

Warning signals blared in her mind. Ahsoka casually looked to where he had just glanced at, and saw a pair of poorly disguised Imperial troopers. She looked back at him, a cold look on her face.

"What do you want?"

"You need to come with me," he said, his voice much softer.

"You must think me an idiot," she retorted.

The strange man clenched his fists. "If you don't come with me, those men standing behind me will force you to go with them. And trust me, they're no ordinary troopers."

"I've had dealings with Imperial Stormtroopers before," Ahsoka told him coldly. "I think I can handle two of them."

"No, you don't understand. These two have trained against some of the best Jedi. They're jedi killers." He placed a hand over his eyes in frustration. "Please," he begged, and then left his hand fall against the table. "Please trust me."

"Again, you must think me an-"

He interrupted her. "Darth Vader wants you dead. He will stop at nothing to kill you."

"Why are you telling me this?" Ahsoka demanded. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because Darth Vader killed my uncle, and I've been trying to repay the favor." There was a hate burning in the man's eyes, and Ahsoka found the force telling her to trust him.

"What do you propose we do?"

"Follow me. I know a place."

They two of them got up, and walked away from the café. Ahsoka had the sinking feeling that she was about to find herself in more trouble than she'd ever been in.

"Chewy, what's going on?" Han demanded of his copilot. A dismantled Threepio lay in pieces at the Wookiee's feet. Chewy growled back an angry reply.

"Well, okay. Goldenrod can be annoying, but that is no reason to tear him apart. I mean come on Chew!" Han threw his hands in the air. Anger towards his friend bubbled up inside of him, and he found he couldn't contain it. "You do realize he isn't even our droid right? That's Leia's droid. He wasn't even supposed to be with us!"

Chewy barked back an angry reply.

"Well excuse me. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to have any other friends besides you. Is that why you tore him apart? 'Cause you were jealous of Leia?" Han demanded.

Chewy roared at him, but that only made Han angrier. Luke tried saying something, but Han whirled towards the younger man and held up his finger. "This is all your fault, you know. If you had just stayed put, then I wouldn't be about here looking for you, and none of this would have happened."

Luke looked bewildered. "What? Are you kidding me? Just because you've got a crush on Leia doesn't mean you need to-"

He was interrupted by a shrill whistle. Han, Chewy and Luke all threw their hands over their ears, and turned towards the noise. Artoo was whistling with all of his might and spinning ferociously. When things had quieted down, the droid stopped spinning. He whistled, quieter this time, and rolled towards Luke.

"What's he saying?" Han asked.

Luke looked confused. "I don't understand. He say's we're being controlled."

Han made a face. "'Aint no one controlling me, that's for sure."

Luke waved a hand towards Han. "No, no I think he's right." Luke stood and turned towards Han. "When did you first get frustrated with me?"

Han shrugged. "I don't know. After we landed."

Luke nodded, a thoughtful look resting on his face. He snapped. "That's it!" He ran away from the group back towards the buildings.

"What's it?" Han asked, following the young man. "Luke, you can't just-oh forget it." Han shoved his hands in his pockets and cast a glance over his shoulder towards his first mate. The Wookiee was gingerly picking up pieces of the golden droid and was murmuring apologetically. Han turned back towards where Luke had been, and narrowly missed being rammed into. "Whoa there buddy."

Luke shoved something in Han's hands. "Look at that."

Han gazed over an old data pad and began to read. "Evacuations denied by the Empire….more strife between troops. They've begun to turn against each other." Han looked up at Luke. "What does this mean?"

"Artoo was right," Luke said, nothing but seriousness in his eyes. "There's something on this planet that's causing us to fight."

"So what do we do?" Han asked, feeling himself get annoyed again. "Leave the planet."

"That's the obvious choice. But, we could go after whatever is doing this. You know, and stop it?" Suddenly Luke's expression turned to one of uncertainty. "That is, if you think we should."

Han sighed deeply, and then gripped the other man's shoulder. "If you think you can control that temper of yours, buddy."

Luke laughed, but Han noticed that it lacked humor. He swallowed deeply and decided that the two of them were complete idiots.

TO BE CONCLUDED