Getting off the shuttle and stepping onto the cruiser, the Question Corner audience was greeted by a tour guide named, Amanda. A teenaged, peppy, over-persistant, talker who was more than happy to take the job we'd offered her. She was our new intern, and I gotta admit, I didn't much see the use of having a tour-guide, but Ashley thought it'd be a great idea and practically begged me to hire her.

"And this has nothing to do with the fact that she's your first cousin?" I absently raised a brow, as I scrolled down the data-pad. I was looking at the new questions sent by viewers before I'd prepare them to be printed out into cards.

"N-no...well...maybe," she sucked in a hasty breath and expelled it. Her high pony-tail swaying as she shook her head of this pointless topic, "but, Kale, my mom's nagging me to help Amanda out and if I pull this off she might finally get off my back."

I looked up from the data-pad and laughed outright, "A seventeen year old working on the show that was allegedly taken over by Hondo's merry men of pirates, and gets tax write-offs for new, set designs because our guests, and audience, either bomb it or uses it for target practice." finally, I add, "I'm sorry, but I don't think that's what your mom meant, Ashley, when she said 'help'." I made a bee-line around her to get to the printing machine in the middle of the room. I brought the wire from the press and plugged it into the data-pad, before given the option to 'print'. When I said 'yes',I leaned against the printer and laid my hands on the table holding it up. "Tell me, is she reliable?"

Ashley cringed, "That depends on your terms on reliable?"

"I mean..." I list off with my fingers as I began, "Can show up on time, doesn't give mouth like most people, and knows the risks of working in our enviroment?"

"Yes." Ashley replied, pleased as she propped her hands on her hips, "So, does that mean she's got the internship?"

I nodded, turning back to the printer as it scanned and diced out card after card with the professional 'Question Corner' logo behind the backs of them. "By the way," I glanced at her sideways just before she made it out of the room, "What did you mean by reliable?"

"Um..." she gnawed on her lower lip, "Well, you see, she may be a bit on the clumsy side; among other things."

"Among other things?" I shook my head before waving her off, "Nevermind, just please tell her soon before I change my mind. Oh, and make sure she signs all of the 'Can't sue us' papers."

Before I thought I was going to regret it, but now I see Amanda was good choice for the part. I watched from afar as the kid introduced herself to the group of people, and she wasn't doing to bad for her first day; plus she took on the role of tour-guide fetchingly. She'd dressed in a green turtleneck, wore a pair of dark jeans, and had her red, curly hair done up in a messy bun. Just like her cousin, I thought.

"Hello, Everyone. I'm Amanda, and you're on board Serenity. A cruiser bought by Hondo, but taken back you." she laced her hands together as she went on, "I'll be your tour-guide today, and today we'll be making some very exciting stops. Before the show you'll get to see where Micheal, our mechanic, fixes up 2-2-7 anytime he needs a little help with his circuit boards. So who's ready?" All at once, they raised their hands. "Please, follow me then." she glanced a smile my way and flashed me a quick thumbs up before putting on her professional face and striding onwards. Amanda's job was to keep them all distracted if any of our equipment ever messed up, and we needed some extra time to kill. Today was just a practice test, of course, just to see how she'd handle the people, but so far I, myself, wouldn't mind vouching for her. She's a jumbled up, clumsy ball of a girl when she's in the break room, but she pulls together nicely on the field.

"Miss Kale." I restrained a startled jump when Greg touched my arm from behind. I didn't know how long he'd been waiting there, or whether I'd want to see if he was happy he'd managed to sneak up on me, but I had a hard time not glaring. Finally, I looked up at him to find his face was neutral; maybe he just wasn't paying attention. Seeing his face still felt weird to me, though. Being our first day back at work since at least five months, Greg decided to grow a mustache in that time. It stuck out at the tip of his chin and made me want to cringe. Somewhere along the line, I'm going to have to suck it up and ask him what's with the new hair-fashion.

Realizing I was staring at his chin too long, I looked off to another corner of the room. "We need to get ready." he said. Taking in a breath, I watched as the last of the people dispersed into the next room. "Alright. Let's begin."

Twenty minutes had passed and the audience was already seated and waiting for us to start. I held onto the purple, 'Question Corner' cards in one gloved hand, and rearranged the creases on my black skirt and white top with the other. John counted down from five, and when he mouthed one the camera light comes on.

I smile to the crowd. "Hi, this is, 'Question Corner' and I'm your host, Kale. We're sorry to hear our review system has been glitching lately, and a lot of you have had to message us your questions, but we promise, we'll be looking into it. We do, however, have some questions that have gotten through, and are prepared bring you your answers. Please, meet our guest, Anakin Skywalker." I gestured to my right and, on que, the General came on stage. As he walked up the steps and onto the platform, I extended my hand to his.

"Miss Kale." he acknowledged as we shook hands.

"General Skywalker, please, sit down." I gestured kindly to the seat next to my own, when I continued, "Thank you so much for coming on the show. I know, with the war, it's no easy task to break away."

"I not that hard," he replied, "and it's an honor to be your first guest since the show's been off air."

"Well, to tell you the truth," I laughed, "I didn't know whether or not we could pull it off. I mean, even just flying this cruiser can be a hassle."

"Oh, I'm sure." he nodded.

"But speaking of flying, I hate to have cheesy timing, but there is..." I trailed off. Shuffling around for a certain card, I plucked it out of the deck before picking up where I left off, "this question for you from Weathergirl17248. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"She asks, 'Do you ever miss podracing? Maybe even sneak out of the temple to relive the glory?'"

Anakin chuckled, "Unfortunately, no. When I won the 'Boonta Eve Classic' I was at the right size where you could fit into the pod. They're designed to only fit small passengers to cut down the weight of the vehicle for more acceleration power. I mean, These crafts go over five hundred miles an hour, Miss Kale. However, I have gone out on my down-time to see a race or two."

"Did you ever take Obiwan to one?" I asked.

"Eh, it wasn't so much of his thing."

Nodding, I grabbed another card, "'Emerald the Warrior Princess' wants to know whether or not you have heard 'Gangnam Style' or 'Gentlemen'?"

"No," he shook his head, "but I was never much of a music person, myself, anyway."

"That's okay, neither have I." I replied, reaching for a couple of items behind my chair, "Now, may I begin by saying you are a very lucky man, General Skywalker, because you have some gifts."

"Really?" he laughed when I pulled out the gifts and tried to balance them all on my lap. First, I handed him a candy cane with a red ribbon attached to the middle and said, "This is from 'Captainrexbest35', and she wants to know, 'What's going on between you and Padme?'"

Taking the candy cane, he replied, "One, thank you for the candy cane, and two, Senator Amidala is nothing but good friend of mine." He shrugged, "Nothing more than that."

I fought back a smile, "I don't think they meant it in any other way." and immediately went to another question, "Ahsokatano191 asks, 'How do you feel about Obi-wan destroying the Twilight?"

He cringed at the thought, "The Twilight wasn't in great shape in the first place. I'm just surprised he didn't have more problems with it than he did."

I became wide-eyed, "Considering it was shedding pieces in its wake, I'm sure Obiwan's would be surprised you expected more, too. Anyway, these are also for you." I give him a japor, snippet necklace with the Jedi Order symbol carved on one side and the Republic symbol carved on the other, "That is from 'Jedi-TARDIS-Chick101'," I read, "and she says it's for good luck. She also wants you to have this," I hand him a golden, headset comlink and say, "A gold comlink for gold leader. It suits you. And lastly, she did a drawing of your old, Jedi fighter."

I hand him the framed picture and when he looks at it he gaps, "Wow. This means a lot, thank you." I nodded, and add, "I also have two people who would really like to meet you." I stand from my seat and gesture to the left of the stage, "Please welcome, Jedi-TARDIS-Chick101 and Captainrexbest35!" the crowd cheered when the two girls made their way up the stairs and on the set. Jedi-Chick had on a pair of black, skinny jeans and a black, zip-up turtleneck. It was kind of comical to see her walking next to Captainrexbest, who dressed up early for Christmas and wore a Mrs. Claus outfit. Her blonde curls done up in a red bow as well. Laughing, I ushered them over to Master Skywalker. He stood and shook both their hands, saying thank you for the gifts.

I said, "First off, Captainrexbest would really like a hug from you."

He stared at her for a moment, before smirking and opening his arms up, "Why not." Squeaking, she ran up and wrapped her arms around his waist as she squealed, 'thank you' at least half a dozen times. When she let go, she had the smile the size of piano keys. I put my arm around her shoulder and shook my head, "Are you happy?" I asked. "Very." she grinned.

"Okay," I went on. "so Jedi-Chick, would like a picture with you and maybe, Jedi Code permitting, a kiss on the cheek?"

"Um...well..." he scratched the back of his head, eyes flashing from her and the camera. Obviously, he was considering how long a lecture from General Kenobi could last if he permitted it. "I don't see what's so wrong with that."

Pleased, Jedi-Chick handed me her silver camera, and I adjusted the settings while she went to stand by him. She brushed her side, fringe, brown hair out of her face. Skywalker bent down a to help the height difference, but she still had to get up on her tiptoes to reach his cheek. When ready, I took the shot and handed the digital camera back to her. "This is going in the scrapbook." she said, looking at the image on the screen, "Thank you." she said, before Captainrexbest and her left the stage with Ashley leading them both.

"Thank you, General Skywalker." I said, as we both took our seats again, "It means a lot."

"It's no problem."

"But, now we have something else for everyone in the audience tonight." I say, proudly, "This guy has been eager to get his comedy show back, and give you guys some new jokes, so please welcome, 2-2-7!"

The curtain cames up on one corner of the stage, and 2-2-7 stands there with his chest all swelled up and ready to please. "Hi, Everybody. It's nice to be back, and I've got a couple of tales to tell you, so I hope you like them."

So he began, "A guy calls up an airline company and asks, "How long are your flights from America to England?"

The woman on the other end of the phone says, "Just a minute..."

The man says, "Thanks!" and hangs up the phone."

The crowd chuckles, and so he continues,

"Two girls went to the pound where each adopted a puppy. The joy of their new best friend was quickly overshadowed when they got home and the first girl said, "I think we're in trouble, how are we going to tell them apart?"

This led to several hours of concentration until finally, the second girl said, "I've got an idea. We'll tie a red bow around my puppy and a blue bow around yours."

The next day the first girl comes running up to the second when she got home, "Oh no, I can't tell whose puppy is whose. They've pulled the ribbons off while they were playing."

"OK, we need to find a better way to tell them apart," says the second girl. After several more hours of concentration, they came up with the bright idea of getting different colored collars.

Again, the next day, the first girl comes running up to the second as soon as she gets home, "Oh no, I can't tell whose puppy is whose. They've pulled their collars off while they were playing."

"There's got to be some way to tell them apart," says the second girl.

After several more hours of concentration, the first girl finally comes up with another idea, "I know! Why don't you take the black one and I'll take the white one!"

The crowd laughs harder this time and 2-2-7 waves goodbye to the crowd as the curtain droops down in front of him. "Thank you!" he calls out with one last wave of his metallic hand.

With our guest laughing, I subconsciously bit my lip when I read the next card up. I had high hopes to soften the General before digging into the subject of his former padawan, Ahsoka Tano, but as to whether or not it would work I wasn't so sure. I crossed my fingers as the crowd dies down, "We are now on our last questions for the evening. Ahsokatano191' asks, 'How did you feel when Ahsoka had escaped from the prison?"

Just as I feared, he didn't look pleased about the change in topic. With the humor leaving the atmosphere, he casted his eyes down as he took the presents and placed them on the floor beside his chair; before settling his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. He, almost to himself, said in a rougher tone, "Somehow, I knew you'd ask me that."

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, Anakin." placing a confirming hand on his shoulder, I tried to block out the sudden silence in the room, "I've learned life isn't all about getting the answers."

Taking a moment, he eventually pulled his hands apart from one another and sat up a little straighter, "No. I'll answer. I wasn't as shocked as I should have been when I heard Ahsoka broke out of jail." faintly, he chuckled, "She's too smart and too stubborn to be kept in any Republic prison. Originally, I wanted her to go back, but now I see how horrible that would have turned out for her. If she hadn't broken out, or even met and worked with Ventress; Barriss wouldn't have framed Ventress and taken her lightsabers, and the trial wouldn't have gone in Ahsoka's favor."

Switching to the last card, I nodded and said, "I just have one last question for you. There's actually two, but they're similar, so I'll be asking them both at once. By TolkienGirl052 and Rogue2k8, 'What are your thoughts on Ahsoka leaving the Jedi Order, and how has that effected you personally?"

His brows knitted together, as he thought about the question he'd been avoiding for a long time, "Ahsoka leaving the Order is something I play in the back of my mind over and over again." he laminated, "I didn't want her to leave because the Order was her life, and for someone to just give it up..." He sighed, "But I have to say, despite all claims otherwise, trying to be a person apart from the Jedi Order has to be the bravest thing I've ever seen her do. I'd still ask her back within a heart beat, yes, but I'm also proud of her. I've always been proud of her. There hasn't been a time when she hasn't strived to prove herself, and she has always succeeded in my book."

Getting a little wrapped up in the moment, I caught John in the corner of my eye giving me the five minutes left sign. I say, "I'm sorry to say that's all the time we have." he nodded, obviously pleased that, that was the last of the subject. "Thank you, General Skywalker, again for coming on the show." I say, as we both stand up and parted with a friendly handshake. He says, "Thank you for having me, Miss Kale." and after he leaves, the crowding cheering him on as he went, I place all the cards on the table and say, "Thank you, Everyone, for watching this week's, 'Question Corner' episode."

"But before we go, I'd also like to thank: Jhinx1, Emerald the Warrior Princess, Rogue 2k8, Sithlord8665, AngelAxexinf, Dark Brother 16, jediclonecowgirl, Comrade, TripleThreat123, weathergirl17248, Dovahkiin154, Dogma23, Rexsgirl123, purplewillowtrees, NobelMeta, Kickincupcakebutts6, Guest, glabierules, Ahsokatano191, JediChick101, Shadowmaster77, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, AaylaKit, Bookreaderninja, Yaya The Elf, AaylaKitofNiflheim, Dogmatup23, Spikala, Shadowclanwarrior, Snip1212, Captainrexbest35, Rex133668, monsterhuntergod-Ratholas Mkl, Gamergirl052, Nat13cat, AaylaKit, Avalonyx, AL0LT0, just another fanfic author, Angel's anthem, Anakin Ahsoka, Azalea, Rose, Tessika 14, Queen, Thearistacats, Skywalker02, Onryo, KitFisto'sGirl, Alex Tsukino, lady gaga, lefty blondy, Ahsoka33, and TCTrent45!"

After the camera turned off, I said, "Thanks, John." and walked off stage. Heading into the back room to say some finale thanks to our guest before he had to leave. But when I got back there, I saw him in front of Greg. He stared the other man down as they argued. I sighed. Nothing was ever easy anymore.

Anakin snapped, "How could you have misplaced it? It's a lightsaber."

"What's going on here." I asked.

Expelling a breath, he replied, "You know you're new, security system? It's not working."

"What happened?"

"We can't find the General's lightsaber." Greg explained, "I placed it on the tray with all the other items, but when I went to get it, it wasn't there."

"It's not a knickknack." Anakin said, obviously on the mixed trail of anger and fear. This wasn't a good thing to hit him after we pushed him to talk about Ahsoka Tano. "If someone's taken it then I need to find them. It's dangerous if put in the wrong hands."

"I understand, Sir." Greg partly growled, "I'll have my men search for it, now. We'll look at the security feed to see who's gone in and out of the storage room."

Just then, Amanda came running up beside me. Out of breath, she braced her hands on her knees and wheezed deeply. "These people are crazy." I looked down to see her holding the weapon in her hand. Raising a brow, I asked, "Amanda, how did you get that, exactly?" I pointed to the blade.

Standing up a little taller, she handed the General his lightsaber and gratefully he latched it back on his belt. "Thank you." he said, his shoulders relaxing.

"How did you get it?" Greg asked.

"That one girl...Ahsokatano191..." Amanda continued to take in deep, greedy breaths, "she asked if she could use the restroom in the middle of your show...so I took her there. I was waiting in the other hallway for ten minutes when I finally went in to find it empty...I looked everywhere until I finally found her playing with lightsaber in the middle of the storage room...but startled her when I reached for it and she almost killed me." she lifted up a few scorched strands of hair and said, "I'm sorry." but breathing came to a halt when she came to realize something, "I'm not fired, am I?"

"We'll talk about that later." I answered. "I apologize the inconvenience, Master Skywalker, I-" he held up his hand and shook his head, "I'm just glad no one else got hurt, but please..." he turned to Greg when he said, "If you're going to hold weapons, keep them more secure." With Greg steaming at this request, I smiled and assured him that we would.

Before he left, he stopped in front of Amanda, "I'm sorry about your hair." Still bummed out at what was to come, Amanda held onto her one arm in insecurity, "Sorry about your lightsaber." she muttered with the volume of a mouse, but after he'd left through the exit she blurted, "I'm sorry, I messed up-"

"It's okay, Amanda." I stopped her, "This kind of stuff happens all of the time, just next time be more careful. And don't forget they're clever." Feeling less worried that her internship was at stake, she latched onto me with a bear hug and exclaimed, "Thank you, Miss Kale! You won't regret this!"

"By the way..." With the girl squeezing the breath out of my, I rubbed the back of my neck, "Who's watching the audience?"

Her eyes became as wide as dinner plates, "Uh-I'm on that right now." and in haste, she ran out of the room and into the auditorium.

I pursed my lips and leaned on my hip for support, "By the way...how do I go about saying this...oh yeah, what's with the tude?" I Inquisitively looked up at him.

"Tude?"

"Abbreviated for attitude." I clarified, "You know, I'm not used to you acting like that."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he mumbled, "I gotta go, Kale. See you next week." I crossed my arms and watched him make a bee-line for the exit without even taking a glance back. I didn't bother to stop him 'cause that seemed useless. I mean, he'd just think of an excuse to leave, so I settled on the simplest, made up answer to sate my curiosity, It's gotta be the mustache.