I woke up on a cot in the hanger bay, with a medical droid taking me to the transfort ship, and cringed at the sudden light. Lazily sitting up, I bit my lip at the stabbing pain in my arm. I thought, What the heck? and looked down only to saw the gauze wrapped tightly around my lower arm with dark, red stains seeping through it. The same went for my hand and when I touched my forehead, I found the same white fabric. The droid had its back turned, so I didn't have to worry about him when I swung my legs around and hopped off. I couldn't leave just yet, there was too much to be done.

There were troopers running everywhere, medics checking on our wounded, and when I squinted through all the people, I could see a group surrounding something. They were my audience alright, the dirty and torn clothes marked them as much. I could barely made my way over to there, but when I did, I clasped my arm around Weathergirl's shoulder for support. Given, I should have asked, but it was a split second decision. Hold onto her, or crash and fall. Plus, if I did fall, they'd probably urge me back to the cot. I peered around my shoulder and saw the medical droid had noticed my absence and now scanned the crowd for the girl with the gauze on her head. Frantic, I untied my wrappings and jumbled the fabric into a messy ball and dropped it on the fall to hide it underneath my boot. But I forgot my head was bald, so it really was a failure on my part. When I was finished, I saw Weathergirl raising a brow at me. I sheepishly grinned. Don't tell.

She seemed to understand this and shifted her weight to help support me more. I meekly smiled and looked around to see exactly what everyone was huddling around. I saw a JediChick unconscious on the ground and NobleMeta trying to help her wake back up, along with JenthGrek710 and Ahsokatano.

"Is she okay?" I heard a voice ask that didn't match anyone in our group.

JenthGrek nodded, "She'll be fine. It's just the excitement of meeting you is getting to her."

I craned my neck to the right to see a tall man with brown chestnut hair, watching the girl with a shocked a expression. Anakin Skywalker. I smiled. No wonder JediChick fainted. I looked at Weathergirl and we chuckled. I hadn't seen General Skywalker since a long ago, nasty interview. But it wasn't until now, as I see him standing in front of me, that I realized me saw me and even recognized me. I couldn't see how; I'd changed had so much since our last encounter. At this thought, I absently ran my hands over my scalp and sighed. Maybe I should have stayed with the medical droid.

"Kale." He gave a curt smile and a small bow, "it's a-" he was cut off by the gasps and shrieks as General Kenobi entered our crowd and eyed me knowingly. "Is there a reason why you've run from your medical droid?" he asked.

I blushed. "No. Well granted, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about." I looked around and saw all eyes on me and almost glaring like strict parents.

"Alright, fine. I'll rest." I grumbled. Weathergirl offered to help me over, but I wasn't about to keep her from meeting the two most well-known war hero's of the Republic, so I proceeded on my own. I looked back just in time to see detectivevalkyrie coming up beside Obiwan and raising her hand excitedly for a high-five. "You're awesome." she squeaked, but the General eyed her hand with a foreign, dumbstruck expression. Obviously too hyped up to care, she grabbed his wrist and made him high-five her back. Squealing with delight, she exclaimed, "Best. Day. Ever!" and took a step back, while still grinning from ear to ear. I chuckled to myself and continued to walk on. I hadn't seen much of detectivevalkyrie through this whole endeavor, but after that I wish I had.

I made it halfway down the hanger when my medical droid spotted me and sure was relieved. Whoever gave him the orders to take care of me sure was strict. I'd never seen a medic even frantic before. His restricted legs toddled over to me in an anxious manner. I said I was sorry as it's metallic arm wrapped around my waist and I put my arm on it's cold shoulders. The droid was helping me along the way when we were stopped by an old friend. Captain Rex came up and scanned my being with a concerned expression. "What did he do to you?" but before I could answer, he grasped my arm and hooked it around his shoulders; telling the droid that he could take it from here. I cheeks turned bright red.

On the way over, I brushed my injured hand against a pole we passed and I hissed in pain. Bringing my hand protectively to my chest. "I can carry you." He instantly offered.

Blushing and unable to hold back a smile, I sighed, "No. I'm not much of the carrying type. Too prideful, you could say." I looked up to face him and added, "But thank you." he silently nodded and we continued our track back over to the cot. The droid stood on the sidelines as it watched us with it's arms crossed. That droid wasn't very pleased with me right now. The Captain hefted me up onto the cot since I couldn't handle it with my own strength and took a step back. He shook his head, "Are you alright?" He asked, but this time he seemed like he wanted an answer. My feet still dangled in the air as I grabbed my elbow self-consciously and bowed my head. I didn't mind the bald look until I realized Rex would see me like this; now I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Or wait until I had more hair.

"You know, it's your fault right?" I said, "The pirates saw your haircut and thought it would be best to give everyone such a style." I then groaned dramatically, and turned my head to the right, "But, alas, not everyone can pull off the look as well as you do, Captain." This was my only way out, telling it with a sense of humor, but this wasn't working with him. After the droid finished re-wrapping my head, Rex grabbed the extra gauze left over and began re-wrapping my hand. I didn't know the fabric was becoming lax until he fixed it. He laid his hand on my elbow afterwards, "You have to stop interviewing dangerous people, Kale. One day you won't be so lucky."

The corner of my lip turned upwards and I couldn't help but allow myself to blush. "I'll be taking more precautions. I promise." It was clear that he wasn't happy with that answer. "No." he said, "Don't interview any bounty hunter or Separatists at all. They're bad news."

I nodded absently, trying to figure out a different way to get people's questions answered by the criminals safely without having them on my show. If there even was a show anymore. The studio was destroyed and I'm sure the rest of the equipment along with it...but then again, Hondo had the equipment with him, so no. Our show could still go on, so long as no one minded our backyard. Then it hit me. Hondo.

"Where's Hondo?" I looked up at him as he crossed his arms and sighed in reply, "Yaya helped Hondo Ohnaka escape while you were out. They're light-years away by now." at this, he rested both of his hands on either side of my cot and met me eye to eye, "Don't interview the Separatists. They're dangerous. Promise me this, Kale."

I was taken back with the urgentness in his tone. solemnly, I smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I promise."

Pleased, he opened his mouth to say something else when the medical droid was finally fed up with us. "Sir, if you're orders to dismantle me if she dies still stand; I need to get her to the medical bay immediately." I became wide-eyed immediately. Rex said that? The Captain blushed a dark shade of red at this and took a step back. He told me to get some rest and he'd see me around someday. I wanted to ask him why when the droid injected some kind of fluid into my arm that made me instantly drouzy.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

You should all know that 'Question Corner' is still going and has been running smoothly since our last encounters with the Weequay pirates; considering we haven't interviewed anyone yet. I and the rest of my crew decided instead of selling the cruiser and paying for another studio, we'd make the ship our place of operation. It saved us a lot of time. Everyone lives here now on the ship; the crew and I that is. We hold tours now, which surprises me that anyone is interested in them; considering they were held against their will here for a couple of weeks not too long ago. But we try to make it fascinating and apparently it's worked. Anyone who wants to can get picked up by an Attack Shuttle on their planet for a small fee. Due too the fuel it takes to get them and get back to the ship in time, it just can't be free. But, nonetheless, This is huge among the people.

You should know, I'm doing well. I can now run my fingers over my hair and feel hair. It's short, but it's hair and I don't feel like a womb rat as much anymore. My hand and arms have scars, but that doesn't matter. I started a new fashion trend with elbow high gloves. They're usually white with belts across its fabric. It's not the best fashion out there, but I had to adapt somehow; because it's better than having to put make up on my arms all the time. I will admit, I don't enjoy my days as much as I used to. I'm filled with apprehension most of the time, but I'm sure that's just the pain medication talking.

My crew feels it too, far more than I. They weren't treated as well as I and my audience since Hondo didn't want any of them for a crew. Guess, he took one look at Mini and decided none of them were cut out for the job. I'm stunned that only a few side workers quite their jobs after the incident. Though, Mini doesn't stick around as much as she used to, but she still drops by every now and then to help out with the set designs. Greg thought I'd fire him after all that had happened, and even asked me too. He came with his blaster and his badge in his hands and put them on my desk. I refused him, of course. We couldn't of gotten the men it would take and the weapons we'd need to keep Hondo's attack from happening, so I assured him I didn't hold anything against him.

Are we the same as we used to be? No. I concluded that after I got out of the medical bay and immediately bought a pistol at the weapon's store. So I suppose, there's no way anyone could walk away from that mess and come out the same. Even my audience is different now, now that the battle's done it's all kind of setting in. What we'd done. I'm just glad I made sure none of us killed anyone, because that would of been disastrous. Oh, and I've gotten a letter from everyone's parent informing me how wrong I was for putting children in danger and I whole-heartedly agree with each and every one of them. I can't even count how many face to face apologies I've made to every aunt, uncle, mother, father, legal guardian, grandmother, or grandfather. It was a blessing I wasn't sued really, but to this day, I still think I should of been.

2-2-7 is safe. No one told me about him being dismantled until after I was out of med bay, and by then he was all fixed up. He looks better now, if you ask me, and he seems happier. Michael didn't think he could do it, but he managed to give 2-2-7 some improvements. He's skinnier and has the horse power to lift heavier objects and run faster with hardly any need to regenerate. Michael was practically giddy when he got to show me his work as 2-2-7 ran up and down the hallways. I guess, he's going to be working on 2-2-7's flexibility sensors, or whatever it's called, next so he can do backflips and such. I don't really know.

So now, I lean here against the wall in the hanger bay with my arms all forded up, as I watched the newcomers walk in to help out around the ship's maintenance along with Greg. "We'll have to come up with a name." he says, patting the ship's wall behind him.

Absently, I nodded. He was right. A ships not a ship without a name. But it'd have to have something with meaning, something that could speak volumes to our audience.

"I'd vote for Bob, myself." Greg noted, almost to himself rather than me. The corner of my lip twitched upwards.

"Bob, huh?"

He folded his arms and nodded, "Has a certain...ring to it."

"Hmm..." I brought my hand to my chin and thought about this, "Well, it'd be pretty hard to compete with that."

"I like to set the bar high." He replied. Though, I'm sure we were on the verge of laughter, neither of us cracked even a chuckle. I suppose, we'd gained that trait over the past couple of months. We had more of a dry sense of humor around each other.

"How about Serenity?" I looked up at him, curiously, "I've always liked that word. It means calm and untroubled..."

"Bob means, 'bright frame'..." he pushed, but we couldn't talk anymore on the subject. The shuttle that carried out audience just landed and as the doors opened, I saw them all spill out with a vibrant energy to them. It's still foreign to me, that they could still be so passionate about the show even after all that had happened. But, I knew then as I watched them point to the different ships around the hanger and wave to the new crew members that 'Question Corner' could not have gone on as long as it had without them...

And as I thought about all the passion they put into the show, I silently said to myself,

"Thank you,"