Warning: Some physical injuries are present and described in not-too-graphic detail, especially head injuries, and states of disorientation/ amnesia. Also an animal is killed in self defense.

Chapter 80 - All in a Name

Pain… The world spun. This was all she knew for time that seemed to drag on forever. Instinct caused her to reach for her head. It was wet, but not red. That was a good thing, she thought, though she couldn't think with clarity why.

She tried to think about what she was doing. Where she was going. But again her mind returned to her a giant blank. Like a child at school who was asked a question they didn't know the answer to. But how did she know that? Was she ever in school? Just a moment ago, her world consisted of nothing more than this Jungle. Where was she going, again? And why did she feel in her gut that she needed to get there above all?

As she walked, she started to feel a particularly annoying sensation in her mouth and throat. It felt dry. She remembered how wet her hair was, and thought how nice it would be if all that moisture were in her mouth, where it was really needed. Picking up her ponytail and turning her head so, she squeezed and a few droplets of moisture fell out into her mouth. It felt beautiful. Then she noticed she could hear the sound of water flowing near her.

She looked for it and came across a quick flowing stream of water. Getting excited to taste more of this beautiful thing, she walked up to the edge of it.

"Wait sweet one. Just because you find water in the desert, doesn't mean it is safe to drink." She suddenly remembered a man saying to her. The man was older, and though she didn't know who he was, she felt she could trust him. She looked up then and saw a large Feline, bending low to drink from the stream. "Someone else has often claimed it first," her memory of that man elaborated.

Not wanting to get into an entanglement with an unknown creature, she backed up slowly and turned to hurry on her way. Though did she even remember what that was?


Boba bent down to the ground to examine a track in the dirt. The ground was muddy, making them hard to read, but he thought he could see traces of where a person pulled themselves out of the stream of water, then got up and walked away. He could tell the direction she was headed, at least.

Going back to his ship, Boba pulled out his portable comlink and spoke a message to the others. "Target seems to have traveled north by northwest. Will pursue on foot."

"Wait a minute. Unit Four, you do not have…" Boba shut off his comlink. He'd had enough of people telling him what to do that time he impersonated a Clone Trooper to try and kill a Jedi. In a time like this, when he clearly knew better, he wasn't going to stay behind waiting for backup.

Boba could guess that the youngling tried to ford the stream at some point, and lost her footing, sending her to either swim or wash ashore in that bank. The bag had a hole in it, probably why she abandoned it where she did.

'If she's wet in this weather, she's not going to last long,' Boba thought.


"You do not have clearance to leave. Wait for backup. Unit Four…" said commander Sven. The other end of the line was silent and Jan Dodonna knew no one was listening. "Unit Four… Officer Fett…"

If he could have strangled his commander then, he would be a murderer. Oh what a spin for his career to take. Jan remembered choosing to leave Officer Fett onboard while he came down to the ground, leaving his commander incharge. That Sven would seek to alter the duty rosters, giving Fett a pilot's duty, never occurred to him.

Jan closed his eyes. He prayed that Bail's suspicions about Officer Fett were wrong. If they weren't, letting him go off alone after that girl… His lips puckered in disgust at the kinds of things he could get away with. Jan put away the comlink and went to go back to his earlier attempts to appease the distraught father. Obi-Wan was meditating on his parent-child bond thingy, trying to reach out to the girl who was being difficult to reach for some reason. Jan shook his head. Atleast, when he needed to talk to his kid, all he had to worry about was a strong enough holonet connection.


'Sweet one,' That's what he called her. The one from her memory. But that didn't sound like a name. It didn't feel like her name. Still, it was all she had.

Sweet one continued walking upstream.

"Wait!" She heard a voice behind her and turned. Then she blinked a few times. It was a six foot tall metal man, and he was coming her way.

Sweet one turned to run. Her leg hit something, hurting her foot, and sending her falling into the dirt.


"Uur, ad'ika." Boba flipped open the visor on his helmet. "Duumir ni at gaa'taylir gar," Boba said in his native Mandalorian. He didn't think this Jedi youngling knew the language, but he was told by others that his voice, when he spoke it, was soft and comforting. 'Silence little one. Allow me to help you.'

The girl turned to face him. With one hand she wiped the mud from her face. "Tion'ad cuyir gar at gai ni ad'ika?" Her face was angry with her confrontation. 'Who are you to name me little one?'

Boba blinked a few times. "You speak Mando'a?"

The little Jetii, or Jedi, just stared back at him. Lines of confusion appeared above her eyes as she shook her head.

Boba chose then to move, reaching towards her to help her up. His movement startled her, and she reached down to the loose tree root she had tripped on. Pulling it, the long stick came out of the ground, and she swung.

It's not that Boba wasn't skilled in defending himself. It's not that he didn't have good reflexes. The little one moved quickly, and with a thwack, she gave Boba a bruise on the side of his face. One he knew he'd have a hard time explaining to the guys tomorrow.

"Ow," Boba reacted. "Ni cuy' shi kebbur at Gaa'tayl gar. I'm just trying to help you." She pulled her stick around, preparing for another blow. He held his hands out in surrender posture. She saw this and relaxed a bit. Though she still held the stick, she was breathing slower breaths.

"I'm just going to call someone," Boba reached for his comlink, pressing the button to reactivate it. The girl's eyes tracked his movement. The second he pushed the button, his comlink began to issue a loud beep.

A half second later, and Boba was no longer holding the comlink. He heard a crack, and then the beeping stopped. He didn't have to turn to see what its fate was. Still, when he did turn, he saw his rebellion issued communication device under her stick.

"Okay, no comms then," Boba said to himself. "Don't know if I want to tell you this, but I do have an old comm unit in my helmet, but the thing probably hasn't been updated since my Buir was alive. I don't think it's still functional. But, you know what! I've got a ship just south of here." He held his hand out to gesture the way he'd come.

The Jetii girl looked away towards the direction she was originally headed.

"If you're hoping to go around the flooded stream, you're going to be swimming before you get across." Boba sniffed. "Yeah, planets like this have two seasons, one wet and one even wetter. And that smells like the rainy season."

Silently, she debated with herself which way to go. Then, with a resolution he'd rarely seen in one so young, she turned his way and trudged on ahead. Boba smiled at himself and took some quick steps to keep up.

This was why Boba had joined the Rebellion. When he'd heard the surviving Jedi were going to war, again, he worried that they would get themselves killed, this time more thoroughly than the last. To save his clone brother's souls, he had to prevent the Jedi's extermination. Even if that meant following them into a hopeless war.

And this was evidence he was right. If they couldn't go through a walk in the woods without nearly drowning and suffering a concussive head injury… That's what Boba suspected happened here. The way she seemed disoriented as she walked on ahead of him. The way she looked down whenever they came to an opening in the trees, as if the light hurt her eyes. If she were one of his own men, Boba would be suggesting they take some time off and see a medic. Infact, if he thought she would accept, he'd offer to carry her. But under this fragile trust they've worked up, all he could do was make sure she kept going.

"What's your name?" He asked her.

She looked around like he asked her how a hyperdrive worked. "I don't know." She eventually said.

"My name is Boba Fett. I've met other Jedi before. A Master Skywalker, and a Kenobi." She looked up suddenly, like she recognized something he said. "They sent me here to find you and bring you home."

"That's it!" She announced.

"Huh?"

"My name," she said.

"Skywalker?" He asked.

"No, Kenobi." She said, matter of factly.

This confused Boba. Kenobi was a very Stewjoni name. Even if the Jedi were recruiting from worlds the Rebellion went to, the planet Stewjon was firmly in the Empire's control. Still, he didn't want to give her too much to process right now, so he accepted the name. "Padawan Kenobi, it's nice to meet you."


"Pada-wan Kenobi" she heard Boba call her. The first part was very telling. A Padawan was a student of the Jedi order. If she was a padawan, it meant that's what she was. It felt right, so Kenobi nodded.

Together they walked into a small clearing. Across from her, Kenobi saw a small ship. But between them and the ship was a large striped feline with a horn on its head.

Boba immediately moved to step in front of her. The panel Infront of his face came back down. Kenobi held up the stick in a way her instincts told her to. Poised and ready to strike.

The feline growled and it stalked forward. Boba moved his arm and a piece of his armor fell off to reveal a blaster underneath.

The feline roared, then it started to run at them. Boba's blaster let out two shots before the creature was close enough to jump on him. And jump it did.

Kenobi got a memory then. It flashed Infront of her face. The old man from before was there, and they each held a long pole.

"Like this," he instructed her.

In the real world, Kenobi moved her stick to match. The blaster firing was weakening the feline, but not quick enough. It would have taken a piece of Boba's armor if not for the tree root stick getting in its way.

In her mind the old man cheered with her, "Elek, ner mesh'la ad'ika." And suddenly her memories started returning "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Ella-Reese." 'Yes, my beautiful child. I love you, Ella Reese.'


Boba shot desperately at the ferocious animal. He wasn't expecting her superior staff wielding skills to make themselves known, but he credited them with saving his life.

Her stick came down with precision on the nose of the creature, then up again to block a paw from crushing his chestplate. Then the animal finally became susceptible to the blaster shots, and fell down.

Boba didn't have time to react, because no sooner was he sighing in relief, then she was collapsing. It seemed she finally ran out of energy, he hoped. He didn't think she was injured in the fight. He hoped she wasn't as that would be far worse.

Boba rushed to pick her up and took her to his ship. There he strapped her into the second seat, and pushed a button to comm his superiors.

In the back of the ship, he could hear her moan soft words in her sleep. "Bu-rrr. Da…" She still held that stick, as Boba didn't think to pull it from her.

Boba made quick work of updating everyone. "Unit Four here. Mission success. Target is onboard, ready to fly."

There was background noise of cheering when the other side came on. "Good work, Officer Fett."

"Medical assistance required." Boba added. The voices in the background seemed to sober to this news.

"Aye, bring her to the village. Medics will be on hand when you get there."

"I copy." Boba was glad he wasn't getting chewed up for going AWOL before. Still, he doubted it was the last he'd hear about this. Then he took off and flew in the direction of the native settlement, as he had been ordered to.


General Dodonna pushed his way through the crowd to get to the shuttle that was landing. It opened and Boba Fett stepped out. A medic rushed past him with a stretcher to the girl buckled in the back seat. She looked whole. Things were not as bad as he feared.

"I suspect she has a concussion." Boba whispered to one of the medics, who nodded and took the news to the others.

"Ella! Ella darling." Obi-Wan ran past them all to the girls side.

Boba lifted his hand to go after the Jedi, but Dodonna got to him and pulled him back. "He's her father, and he has a background in Jedi Healing."

Boba nodded. "She is a Kenobi then." He seemed to laugh at himself. "She was very confused and had some amnesia. Should we warn him?"

Jan thought about this. "No. He's surrounded by medics who know what comes with a head injury. By the time she wakes up, someone would have told him what to prepare for."

The team of medics had Ella-Reese transferred to a stretcher and carried her off to the space they were allocated. That droid C3-PO had helped to clarify things with the Yrashu, fixing what was miscommunicated with R2-D2. The natives had shown them to their own medicine man's hut when they heard their medics needed somewhere to work.

Boba turned and went back to pick up a stick the medics had pulled from the girl's grip. "There was a large cat in the woods. She used this as a weapon against it. Saved my skin."

"Come in here. We'll debrief as we are waiting for them to tell us more." Dodonna said.

Behind him, Dodonna heard C3-PO animatedly translate what was going on for the Yrashu people. "Mmmr krr Hmumfmumf." Then he seemed to be picking up an invisible stick and wacking it against something. "Hrosma digma numfhmun!" Whatever the droid said, he left his audience stunned.

A few of them murmured a word. "Momu."

Dodonna just hoped he didn't have to ask what any of that was about, as he'd already had a busy enough day.


The next day Ella-Reese opened her eyes. There were thick furs positioned to block out the light, and a minty smell from something brewing over the coals nearby.

It took a couple of minutes for her to remember where she was. It did not take her any time to remember who she was, and who she loved. This she was grateful for.

A quiet, timid beep interrupted her thoughts. "R2." She greeted the droid with a raised eyebrow.

"Mistress, are your repairs underway?" R2-D2 said in binary.

Her eyebrows scrunched and her lip came out in a pout. "No repairs for me, I'm afraid. I've just gotta wait for my brain to heal on its own."

Ella-Reese got the impression that if the droid could be looking anywhere, his sensors would be pointed at the floor. "Because of R2's errors?"

"Well," she drawled. They did explain to her about the misunderstandings and the word for flooding being one of them.

R2 took her silence as confirmation. "Affirmative. Mistress, delete my programming and remove my upgrades. This unit will function better."

"Awe," she could swear that, even without eyes, the droid gave her a look that was, melt your heart and put a cherry on it, adorable. "Come over here. No one is going to delete you."

R2 hesitantly rolled forward. "Even if I'm a broken droid."

"Who said that?" She folded her arms. Then she took a deep breath. She could imagine many of them here weren't particularly happy with R2 right now. "I think I understand why Uncle Anakin likes you so much. When we're in trouble, it doesn't matter what we need, you'll find a way to provide. You'll even reprogram yourself if you have to. So what if sometimes you aren't the best. You try, and that's what matters."

"Really?" The lights on his chassis lit up brighter.

"Affirmative," Ella-Reese responded with a smile.


Hello Readers,

Gee, has it really been eighty chapters? I guess I should put a warning before I start writing that I have a real difficulty writing short stories. There is only so much you can "resolve" in 2-4 k words, and I love my characters too much to leave them with flimsy short story resolutions. Anyway, I hope it has been an interesting ride for you, even if you didn't like all my crazy turns. We still need to defeat Palpatine, so this story isn't over yet.

I hope you've enjoyed me focusing on my OC character Ella-Reese in this chapter. If anyone forgets she is Obi-Wan's daughter with Satine Kryze. I couldn't resist putting Boba there with another Mandalorian.

And I tried to fact check things with concussions and amnesia. I am no expert, but I think it all is realistic. What she has, I think, is a grade II concussion, which is sometimes associated with amnesia that can last anywhere between 30 minutes to 24 hours. Yes she did get her memory back at the end there. And yes, the earlier memories of an older man were all Obi-Wan, her father.

Next chapter I may be bringing back our regulars, as they are moving to Beskarn. I really don't have anything planned, so it might be a little while.