So this was inspired by a brief conversation I had with someone in the private message feature before they went on to another idea and we stopped talking. But anyway, the idea wouldn't leave my head to crossover Star Wars and Transformers: Prime, so here we are!

If you guys have any questions about Astoria, I'd be happy to answer them, and if you want to read what I've written for her so far, I do have her fanfic posted, titled The Tale of Astoria Kenobi! The cover of this story is a picture I made using a dollmaker a while ago of Astoria!

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter and sorry in advance for the Order 66 angst! :(

God Bless and Happy Holidays

~The Lupine Sojourner

I'd felt the oncoming darkness like thunderclouds on the horizon ever since Ahsoka's trial, but I never expected that dark storm to break so suddenly.

One moment, I'm taking time to meditate on the unease I'd felt since Ahsoka's trial (which had only worsened as the days went on, leading me to not go out on patrol with Master Plo) after instructing the 104th Battalion to prepare for departure as Master Plo flies one more patrol of Cato Neimoidia.

He always liked it when things flow efficiently.

The next, I feel a sharp pang of agony in the Force that signals an onslaught of pain and darkness so intense, I reel back and collapse to my knees, clutching my head. The first pang I had felt was from Master Plo! He's in danger! And he's not alone.

All through the Force, Jedi are in emotional and physical pain, and then they start…vanishing.

Within half an hour, there was silence. Where there had once been a vast network of connections to my fellow Jedi, there was now…virtually nothing, just empty, oppressive darkness. It felt almost worse than the pain I'd shared with them because the emptiness could only mean one terrible thing; the Jedi had been somehow eliminated.

I must be one of the few survivors.

I get to my feet, sensing the darkness has not yet lifted and some approaching danger.

A few clones enter the room.

"Ah, Comet." I greet, wondering why he seems so tense. "Everything ready for our departure?" I ask, sensing danger, but unable to detect where it was.

"There's been a change of plans." Comet retorts, almost harsh. "I'm sorry, Commander Kryze, but you have to go."

Reflexively, I grab my lightsaber hilt, but don't draw it off my belt yet. Clearly, Comet didn't mean 'go' as in 'go back to Coruscant' or on another mission. "On whose orders?" I ask, glancing at a few other troopers that enter, Warthog coming to stand next to Comet.

They ready their guns. "The Chancellor's, Commander."

I draw the hilt reluctantly. There's some explanation, I'm sure…right?

"Why has he given the order?" I ask, trying to understand, but they open fire and I'm forced to ignite my lightsaber and defend myself, deflecting the blasts. "Troopers! Stand down!" I order, but they don't. They just keep firing at me. "Stop! I don't want to hurt you!" They don't seem to hear me, continuing their assault.

I am forced to push them down with the Force as I flip over them to get to the hallway.

Unfortunately, I'm not only pursued by the troopers that initially fired at me but, as I run through our temporary base, any trooper I encounter also joins in the attempt on my life, leaving me barely able to deflect the shots fired at me.

I desperately run for the hangar and my fighter after managing to lose the troopers pursuing me.

I had to get out of here and find Master Plo!

When the hangar door opens, however, I run straight into Commander Wolffe, rebounding off him and landing hard on my hip, my lightsaber (still in my hand) thankfully not ignited.

"Commander." Wolffe greets. "There's been…a development."

I nod as I take his offered hand and am lifted to my feet. "I know. The troopers…" I shudder. "What's going on?" I didn't have long til my pursuers arrived.

"I'm not sure, but this isn't an isolated incident. The Chancellor sent out an order and I am one of the few who seem to have disobeyed it."

"What's the order?" I regret asking as Wolffe's demeanor changes.

He shifts his feet. "We were told it was intended as a last resort, as a protection against a worst-case-scenario, but the order is to execute the Jedi as traitors to the Republic."

I pale. "What?!"

"I know. This was said to be a safety measure only, but clearly this is something more sinister. We have to get you out of here, Commander Kryze."

I swallow. "But what could make them carry out the order?" I ask, more to myself than Wolffe. "We trusted each other, fought side by side. Why would they..?" I can't make myself say it out loud.

"I have a hunch. You heard of the situation with the trooper in the 501st named Fives, yes?" I nod. Tragic story of a rogue clone who had to be shot. "Rumor among the clones who knew him say he was onto something. A conspiracy involving the Kaminoan chips in our heads."

I shudder as I sense the truth of the rumor. "You believe this chip is controlling them, forcing them to comply with this…this slaughter?"

"I believe so, and since my chip was damaged and removed after encountering Asajj Ventress, I am clear of the chip's control."

"Thank you, Wolffe." I press down a flicker of impulse to hug him. "I'm glad you're free of it."

He merely nods. "I found a planet I can send you to. It's isolated, beyond even the Outer Rim, and it's populated by humans, so you can blend in. They speak Basic, as well."

I nod. "Thank you."

"Take your fighter. I supplied the astromech with the coordinates and prepped the Hyperspace ring to get you most of the way. You'll need to refuel before you continue to the planet."

He's thought of everything…

I step toward my fighter, then hesitate. I know the answer, but I can't help asking the question. "What about Master Plo? Is he..?"

He slumps. "The General was shot down by one of our pilots. The order went out while we were finishing patrol. I broke off and came back here to retrieve you." I feel a pang in my heart. I'd feared the worst, and now I know for certain. He's gone…just like that.

I give in to the impulse to hug Wolffe this time, wishing he didn't have his helmet on. "Thank you for everything, Commander. But now they'll be after you, too."

He awkwardly pats my back. He's never been a hugger, but I needed a little comfort right now. And this may be the last time I ever see Wolffe. "It's worth it. This mess reeks of a deep conspiracy. Good luck, Commander. If I can, I'll be in touch."

I withdraw and he gives me a final salute that I return before climbing the ladder into my cockpit, buckling in even as the cockpit cover clicks into place, the engine ignites, and the clones pursuing me arrive, arguing with Wolffe who's trying to stall them.

I watch as long as I can before he's lost to view.

The tears flow as my fighter attaches to the ring and it powers on, the fast-flowing blue light almost comforting if it weren't for the situation I find myself in.

The Force, once a source of community and comfort, now echoes with silence and stillness. There's nothing left for me to do except make it to this new planet and survive.

I must have dozed off, because I jolt to awareness as the ring finishes the transport and I find myself in unfamiliar stars as my fighter disengages from the ring.

I'd never been this far into the Outer Rim before, but quickly find a populated planet where I should be able to refuel my ship and get some supplies for the rest of my journey. The astromech assigned to me, R7-D8, locates a town where I can get everything I need and I make for it.

No one questions my landing, a few glances my way aside, and go about their business. I walk over to the landing area attendant, pulling my outer robe around me and putting my hood up against the sun. Who knows if word of the Chancellor's order has reached here. I doubt it, but one can never be too careful.

"Need fuel, I assume?" The woman says, in a more rustic Basic dialect.

I nod. "Yes, please. And some basic food. I've got a long journey."

"Exploring the galaxy, eh?"

I smile. It was a reasonable excuse. "Yes."

"Alright, sweetheart." She goes into the shop behind her, coming out with a bag of what seems to be protein pellets and a few containers of water. "Where're you headed now?" She asks casually, smiling as I take the bag and riffle through my credits to see if I had enough.

"Oh, here and there. I just kinda go wherever." I reply, trying to be evasive without making myself suspicious.

"I see. Born wanderer, then."

I nod. "Ever since I could remember, I loved exploring." I lie.

"Why not stay here just tonight, then? There's an inn right there, love."

I shake my head. "I don't have enough credits, sadly. I'll just take the food and fuel for now."

"If you're sure." She tells me the total and I hand over nearly all my credits. She hesitates a moment, probably double-checking the amount, then puts the credits in a bag on her belt, motioning a droid to hook up my fighter to a fuel line.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a squad of clones.

I swallow as my ship is refueled. "Thank you." I tell the kind woman, feeling a tad anxious. It's only a matter of time before those clones spot me. If they've been given the order like the other clones…this won't end well.

I shift, trying not to show my anxiety as I glance at my ship. It was a dead giveaway that I'm a Jedi, but it's also the only ship I've had. Well, technically the second, but this one is the same model as the one I had before the Malevolence incident.

I walk closer to my ship after politely farewelling the store clerk and wait, trying to hide behind my ship as the refueling nears completion.

Too late. The clones spot me and my ship and walk over, talking to each other.

The refueling droid finishes, disconnects my fighter, and goes back to its station as the clones arrive.

"I need to see some identification, ma'am." One says.

I keep my hood up. "I'm just leaving." I reply, turning to my ship.

"Still need that identification." The trooper insists.

"I don't want trouble. I'll just leave, ok? I'm not staying." I move to enter my ship, raising my arms to grab the side of my fighter and my robe must've shifted because the troopers ready their blasters.

"Caught one! Open fire!" A clone snaps and they do, a lucky shot hitting my right thigh as I power myself into a jump, and I wince as I land in my cockpit, a few more blasts hitting the duraglass as the engines ignite.

The clones are knocked off balance as my fighter powers out of the landing zone, and I grit my teeth, the pain in my leg intense and fiery. I'd need medical attention when I get where Wolffe said I should hide.

The astromech calculates a route and the fighter clicks back into the Hyperspace ring just as what must've been those troopers' ride off this planet begins to speed toward me, the weapons firing as well.

Luckily I'm out of range and the blue light of Hyperspace washes over me again, offering a small sense of safety and freedom.

I look down at my leg. Thankfully, it was more of a graze than a direct hit, but it still hurt and would need at least an hour in a bacta tank to fully heal.

Hopefully this planet Wolffe somehow found has a good medical facility…

=#=#= (a few hours later) =#=#=

I had been deep in meditation, trying to find out how many Jedi survived the terrible betrayal of the Chancellor (what else could him giving the order mean?), but I can't seem to find any sign of survivors before my astromech's beeping alerts me to our arrival.

The fighter once again disengages from the Hyperspace ring and I take over, flying toward a larger continent. A few preliminary scans indicate a breathable atmosphere and large cities, so I pick a smaller town to start and begin my descent, trying to establish contact so I can get permission to land.

Someone soon picks up my hail.

"Who is this? Identify yourself!" The voice is male, but there's something…not organic about it. It almost sounds like a droid.

No matter, I tell myself. I'll just get permission from this droid, then.

"My name is Astoria. I'm just looking to land and rest up a bit." I explain, curious as to why I wasn't asked for any landing codes or anything other than my name.

"Are you Cybetronian?" The voice asks. "What is your alignment?"

Cybertronian…that rings a bell, but I can't remember where I've heard that before…

I run a trace on the signal responding to me, my senses heightened. "Uh…not sure what you mean. I..." I don't want to say Jedi just yet. Who knows if the Chancellor had somehow found this planet and given his order? "I'm just trying to find somewhere to land. I'm not looking for trouble."

"If you're not Decepticon, land at these coordinates and we'll meet with you."

I frown as I come in sight of a massive ship, all sharp angles and definitely not anything I recognize. Is this some new Separatist warship? Is a droid on that ship the one talking to me?

I glance at the computer to see the trace on the transmission can't find where it originates, which makes me wary, but I do receive coordinates and instruct the astromech to adjust our course. The droid didn't sound hostile, just curious and perhaps a little irritated.

I then spot a squad of fighters I again don't recognize approaching a landing area on the top of the large ship. They then…shift somehow, their parts reconfiguring into giant robotic forms that land hard on the smooth surface and march in sync toward the entrance to the interior.

Curious, I fly closer, ending the transmission with the snippy droid. Was the droid I'd spoken to one of those things? They're almost as big as my fighter!

I'm not given much time to think about it as the squad sees my fighter flying overhead (which in hindsight was a bad move on my part) and their hands are suddenly blasters and they all fire immediately at me.

Before I can do any evasive maneuvers, the fighter has taken several hits, including a bad one to the astromech, the wings, and the thrusters, leaving me in a bit of a tailspin as the planet's moderate gravity takes over, drawing me further into the atmosphere, fire erupting as the fighter picks up speed, careening toward the surface. As I emerge from the intense outer atmosphere, the fire dampens enough for me to regain some semblance of control, evening my approach as best I can and trying to make this crash survivable.

Luckily, it seems to work, the ship struggling to make any kind of landing approach on a long stretch of dry arid landscape with rock formations dotting it. Is this a desert planet? Guess I'm finding out, I think as I engage the landing gear, which almost jams but manages to fully engage before it's scraped off the ship as it slams into the ground harshly, giving me whiplash as I try to pull up to slow the fighter down. Finally, when I realize it's not going to slow down (and that I'm about to collide with a rock formation), I eject and leave my unfortunate fighter to crash and explode. I land awkwardly on my good leg and tumble, rolling a little as my momentum carries me closer to what's left of the fighter.

My bad leg is hard to walk on, but I have no choice.

Luckily, the food and water I'd just bought are attached to my belt, so I have something to keep me going until I find civilization.

I hear something behind me and turn, hand on my lightsaber hilt as a brilliant swirling vortex of colors appears in the air and several large…things come out.

Once the vortex is gone, I see several robots looking around, taking in my crashed fighter and me standing, facing them.

Are these this planet's droids? They're massive! The smaller ones could easily pick me up and crush me if they wanted! And on top of that, I was told this planet is populated by humans, not robots!

One of them, seemingly female, mostly green and strangely human-looking (as are the rest of them, I realize with a glance), crouches. "Are you the pilot of that ship?" She asks in Basic, pointing to my wrecked fighter.

I nod. "I was." I back up when she and the others try to walk over. "Before it crashed."

She sees my tense posture and smiles. "We're not here to hurt you. We picked up your hail and-"

"You're with that massive ship?" I snap, hilt now in my hand, trying not to favor my good leg, but it's hard. "Here to finish the job?" I can't take any chances.

She puts her hands up, shaking her head a bit. "No, no. We didn't know the ship was nearby, but we protect this planet from them, actually. The Decepticons attack and try to conquer it and we stop it."

I frown. They don't seem like droids…they're too sentient. "Decepticons? What are they? What are you?" I ask, not relaxing my guard.

After all that's happened in the last several hours, I can't afford to let myself be careless.

"We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." The obvious leader, blue, red and silvery unpainted metal, takes over, walking forward a little. "You may call us Autobots."

I reflexively step back and he stops, crouching like the female had done. "Cybertron…" I murmur quietly. The name rang a faint memory in the back of my mind.

I suddenly remember staring at star charts, trying to make sense of them.

From what I can recall, Cybertron is a fairly isolationist planet, mostly metal and technology-based, and the inhabitants have no Force-sensitivity whatsoever, so once they'd rejected an offer to join the Republic, they'd been left alone, a note about avoiding the planet if possible attached to the record. The Jedi had never gone there, either, as no one on that planet had ever been Force-sensitive as far as we know.

"You are injured. Please, allow us to assist you." The leader continues.

I swallow, unsure. I glance at each of these strange robots as they, in turn, glance at each other. They don't seem to know what to do with me.

What are they doing so far from Cybertron? Can I trust what they're saying? They haven't tried to hurt me or attack me, but why are so many of them here at once?

The green female then gets an idea and taps an earpiece on the side of her head with a few almost fan-like antenna attachments and murmurs quietly to whoever is on the other end before she lets her hand fall.

The vortex opens again and I flinch, stumbling backward and falling when my injured leg refuses to hold my weight. I keep moving backward as something much smaller than these robots comes through the vortex before it closes again.

The 'thing' is revealed to be a human woman, perhaps just a little older than me, dressed in what looks like casual clothes. Her dark brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail and she walks over slowly, with her hands where I can see them.

"Hey there." She greets, smiling at me. "Sorry if the big guys scared you."

She speaks Basic at least. Wolffe wasn't misinformed, then. Good.

I lick my lips, struggling to get to my feet. "I…you know them?" I ask, nodding at the robots as the leader motions them to take up something like sentry posts to let us have a discussion a bit more privately.

The green female holds a brief quiet conversation with the leader, who seems to agree with her before he motions her to her post.

"Oh yeah, I was the first to meet them when they crashed here about five years ago." She explains, extending a hand to help me up and bringing me back to our talk.

I take it a little reluctantly. "I'm sorry if I seem tense." I murmur awkwardly, now feeling guilty I'd misread the situation.

These robots, though their size is intimidating, hold no malice at all. I sense their trustworthiness, and this woman's.

She smiles patiently. "No sweat. My friend told me the Decepticons shot you down."

She assumes it's only because I'd just been shot down, not… I halt that train of thought. Stay in the present, I remind myself as I frown. Time to get some answers, hopefully. "Decepticons? You mean the things on that warship that shot me down?"

The woman nods. "Yeah, they're not the kind you want to mess with. By the way, I'm Robyn Burns." She starts shaking my hand and I realize I hadn't let go of it.

I smile. "Astoria Kenobi." It felt right to use my father's name now, somehow. My mother is…is gone, and this is as close to a fresh start I can muster right now. I refuse to let my name be anything but Astoria, so I trust, since this planet is outside the Outer Rim, my name won't be recognized. Plus, if my father fell victim to the order, I had only his family name to honor him by, to remember him. That, and memories, I suppose.

She nods. "I like your name. Let's get you out of here before the 'Cons show up, Astoria." She automatically takes one of my arms, draws it around her shoulders, and starts walking toward the group of Cybertronians. "We have a nurse who can look at your leg."

"Thank you." I mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed to rely on her, but she just smiles at me.

"Here, it'll be less scary for you if you know everyone's names. These are the Autobots, like Optimus said. He's their leader." She introduces and Optimus crouches again.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Kenobi." He smiles a little at me, and I find myself smiling back.

"There's my friend and partner, Mayfly." Robyn continues, gesturing with her free hand to the green female. Mayfly waves at me, standing beside a male around her size with yellow and black paint. "That's Bumblebee, Mayfly's Spark Twin. I can explain more about that later." I nod and she motions to a larger rotund male with darker green paint than Mayfly. "That's our heavy hitter, Bulkhead." And finally, there's a small female, mostly dark blue with pink accents. "And last but not least, that's Arcee."

I wave and she nods back.

"Ratchet, prepare a bridge." Optimus says, tapping his own earpiece like Mayfly had done.

"Bridge?" I ask, curious.

"Oh, don't worry. It just feels a little tingly. It's safe." Robyn assures me.

I look at her, brow raised. "What does that-" I'm cut off as the sound of fighters above us interrupts any further talk. Right where the last two vortexes appeared, a third opens, and I realize the Autobots refer to this vortex as a bridge.

"Oh, scrap. C'mon!" I feel Robyn tug me toward the vortex.

"Go! I'll cover you!" Mayfly calls, taking up a position near us to do as she says, a large gun configuring out of Mayfly's chest as she takes up a crouched firing position, but then I get an idea.

I glance at my fighter's wreckage and immediately find what I am looking for.

I stop our rush to the vortex, reach out, and feel that spring in my core that comes when I apply the Force like this. I trigger the compressed spring and picture the piece of wreckage lifting and flying toward the nearest flying Decepticon (or I assume it's a Decepticon).

It does as I envision, slamming into the Decepticon flier and it explodes in a ball of fire, remnants falling around us.

Beside me, Robyn flinches, staring with wide eyes at the falling debris in shock. "How did you do that?!" She exclaims.

"I'll explain later!" I remove my arm from her shoulders and stand as steady as I can, igniting my lightsaber. "I can help." Robyn is also shocked at my lightsaber, but doesn't ask about it.

Mayfly glances at us. "Good shot, even if I have no idea how you did that." She stares at my lightsaber for a moment before firing on a few fliers that hadn't landed yet.

The Autobots are engaging a few Decepticons that have landed.

Bumblebee knocks one back toward Robyn and I so I force myself to ignore my injury and apply a little Force boost to my jog as I start toward the fallen Decepticon, lightsaber at the ready, but Bumblebee steps between us, making an unintelligible series of beeps and whirs that could almost be Droid, but not quite.

"He says you need to get out of here! Robyn, help her through the portal!" Mayfly translates.

"I can help!" I protest.

"Just go! We're right behind you!" Mayfly insists, so I turn and start toward the vortex, where Bulkhead stands guard.

Robyn, appearing beside me, tries to grab my arm to resume her support but I shake my head. "I can walk."

I grimace as I turn to the vortex, returning my lightsaber to my belt, and make my way quickly to the vortex, Robyn worriedly following.

I duck around Bulkhead's large foot and enter the vortex.

True to Robyn's warning, it made me tingle like I'd been startled or something, but the feeling subsides and I find myself in some kind of bunker with another Cybertronian manning a large computer array.

He turns to glance at Robyn and I. "I see the pilot is a human. Wonderful." He grumbles, more to himself than anything.

I recognize the voice immediately. "You're the droid I spoke to before." I realize out loud, making the Cybertronian scoff and Robyn chuckle.

"Puh-lease. Madame, I am no droid." He snips. "I am a Cybertronian medical officer, I will have you know."

I smirk. "Fine, but you still look like a droid."

"That's Ratchet. He's cranky." Robyn is chuckling as Ratchet grumbles almost inaudibly. She gestures to a side area. "That's the medbay. Mrs. Darby isn't here at the moment, but she should be here soon. She usually stops by after she's done at the hospital."

We walk over and I shrug as I sit on a chair. "I just need a bacta tank and I'll be fine."

Robyn looks at me, confused. "Uh…bacta tank?"

I point to a large basin-like container slowly filling with glowing blue liquid. "Isn't that a bacta tank?" I figure a light at the base was making the liquid appear to glow.

Robyn shakes her head. "No…it's the Energy supply for the Autobots." She chuckles. "What's a bacta tank?"

"It's standard medical equipment in the Republic. Sorry." I backtrack, wondering if this planet is too rural to have bacta tanks.

"Republic?" Robyn asks. The rest of the team come through the vortex (which I now realize is some kind of portal), either glancing at me or talking quietly among themselves. Ratchet goes to talk to Optimus and Mayfly, obviously about me if Ratchet's irritated glances my way are any indication.

"The Galactic Republic." I clarify, ignoring Ratchet for now. "I know this planet is beyond the Outer Rim, but…I thought you'd have at least heard of it." I have to process that I may be further from the Outer Rim than I thought if this woman has no concept of the Galactic Republic.

"No. I have no idea. What's the Galactic Republic?"

"I do not mean to interrupt," Optimus says, walking over. "but if I may, are you from the Galactic Republic?"

I nod, relief flooding me. Maybe I just misunderstood. Or maybe only the Cybertronians know about the Galactic Republic, since this planet is outside the Outer Rim. "Yes. You know it?"

"Only from the archives at the Hall of Records. I understand they attempted to recruit Cybertron into its ranks, but the Prime at the time rejected the proposal and we have not had any contact with the Republic since." Optimus explains.

I tilt my head. "I seem to remember a record of Cybertron saying something to that effect, as well. It was a long time ago. The, uh, librarian at the temple said your people don't have a connection to the Force, and are pretty isolationist, so Jedi were never sent there." I'm so relieved to have something familiar in my new surroundings I forgot to be careful with my wording until it was too late.

"Temple?" Robyn asks. "You were raised in a temple?"

I lick my lips. I'd let the cat partly out of the bag. They'd want to know more…crap. "Uh…yeah, since I was five."

"What kind of temple?" She presses eagerly.

"Perhaps our guest should receive medical attention before we satisfy our curiosity, Ms. Burns." Optimus notes, apparently seeing my anxiety.

"Oh, crap! I'm sorry. Here, let's take a look. Mrs. Darby has been showing me some first aid. I should be able to help you out a bit til she gets here. Just wait right there." She jogs off and comes back soon with a case, setting it on the floor. I stand and she sees the blast wound and winces. "Ouch." She says sympathetically.

I smile. "Yeah, it stung a bit." I then realize that, to treat the area, I'd have to take at least one of my legs out of my pants. Would robots even care about seeing my bare leg?

Does it even matter? The troopers had seen me in my undergarments floating in a bacta tank, so maybe it was fine.

Robyn grabs a curtain of some thin material and draws it around us. "There. Some privacy." She says, settling to look at my leg as she draws out what she needs. The supplies look almost primitive, like what field medics carry, but if it helps me heal, I can't complain.

"Thank you." I murmur, grateful she was considerate. I take my right boot off and slide the bad leg carefully out of my pants leg, letting her look more closely at the wound.

She smiles. "Don't mention it. Now, is this a burn?" She asks, frowning at my wound as she pulls on some kind of gloves. "I've never seen this kind of burn before…"

"It's a blaster shot." I explain. "Plasma rifle."

"Plasma?!" Robyn's eyes go wide. "Whoa, that's a serious gun. Who shot you?" She then realizes it might be insensitive and backtracks. "Shoot, that must be a hard question. Sorry."

I again feel grateful she considered my feelings. "I…it's hard to explain, and I'm not sure exactly what happened, so I can't really describe it."

Robyn douses a white rag in a solution. "Fair enough. Now, this will sting, I'm not gonna lie. Sorry in advance." True to her word, it hurt and I nearly kick her out of reflex, but manage to reign that reflex in, breathing through the discomfort. "Well, until Nurse Darby can look at it, all I know to do is clean it and put burn ointment on it." She muses. "Doubt we can do much more than that, really, but anyway…" She works quietly, being as gentle as she can while cleaning my wound. But even so, I can't help hissing out in pain as she has to scrub off the scabbing and disinfect the wound. She then grabs a roll of thin white fabric and a pad of something soft. "Here, I'll put the ointment on and wrap it." She does so quickly. "There. That'll do for now. Sorry that hurt so much." She smiles at me as she takes off the gloves before sobering a little. "You ready for some questions?"

I swallow as I put my leg back through my pants and adjust my robes back to where they were. "I suppose I do owe you all some explanation." I reply.

"Well, don't feel obligated to explain everything." She glances at my leg. "We just can't help being curious."

I nod. "I understand." It's natural for them to want information, I think. I did appear in the sky all of a sudden, and she probably has never seen a human not from Earth before.

I follow Robyn the short walk back to the main area where the team waits, having clearly overheard Robyn and I's conversation and trying not to make it obvious they were dying to talk to me.

"I know you all have questions." I begin, following Robyn to a kind of platform to bring us closer to eye level with the Autobots.

"We do not wish to overstep," Optimus replies. "but it is not often we get visitors from other planets."

I nod. "I understand."

Mayfly steps forward. "If this isn't too personal, what temple were you raised in?"

I sigh. "It was called the Jedi Temple. We are peacekeepers, using something called the Force to aid us and guide us in our missions." I smirk and make a nearby chair move toward me so I can sit down. "That was the Force in action." I say. "It's an energy field created by all living things. When I access it, I can do things like that or what you all saw me do with the wreckage of my fighter. I've been training in the Force at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, capital of the Galactic Republic, since I was brought there at five years old."

"Where did you live before that?" Robyn asks, pulling over a chair and sitting as well.

"Mandalore. My mother was actually the Duchess, Satine Kryze. She married my father, a Jedi named Obi-Wan Kenobi, in secret." I sigh. "The Jedi Code discourages attachments of that kind since it could distract from our mission and the will of the Force." I hold up a hand as a few Autobots and Robyn seem ready to protest. "I didn't agree with that either, but it was in the Code."

"So…why'd you come all the way here?" Mayfly asks. "This seems pretty from Mandalore and Coruscant."

I shudder. "That's…a long story." I reply, hugging myself a little.

"You do not need to relive painful memories on our account, Ms. Kenobi." Optimus interjects.

I swallow. "I would tell you, but I can't be sure of the details. It all happened so fast…" I hug myself. "And it's still fresh in my head."

"That's understandable." Robyn assures me, hand on my shoulder. "To change the subject, what's that?" She points to my lightsaber, hanging from my belt.

I stand and draw it, igniting it, happy to talk about something else. "This is a lightsaber, a powerful weapon signature to a Jedi." I explain. "When I was around 12 years old I and a group of other trainees, called Younglings, went to a special planet of snow and ice to retrieve what's called a Kyber crystal, very rare and unique to the Jedi who finds it. They are what gives the lightsaber its color and powers the lasaer. Frankly, I never paid much attention to the mechanical aspects of lightsaber hilts, choosing parts I felt were right for me and I built this. It's served me well ever since."

"I assume that blade can cut through most anything." Mayfly muses, smiling as her goggles run some scans. She makes a kind of whistling sound. "Yeah, that thing gets so hot, it could cut through our metal bodies like nothing."

Beside her, Ratchet is staring at it, as well. "I assume it cauterizes the wound, as well, when it hits…organic material?"

I nod, giving it a few swings. "Indeed, but if you're stabbed in a vital area, even the cauterizing effect won't save you." I point out, tossing it and catching it easily. "It can also deflect most blaster shots."

"Intriguing." Ratchet has the tiniest smirk as he watches it go back into the hilt, which I then return to my belt.

"Last question; What's that armor?" Robyn asks, pointing to my gauntlets, shoulder pauldrons, and collar armor.

"Oh, these are from my aunt, Bo Katan." I say, not wanting to get into the details of the war just yet, because I don't want to think about how the war ended.

"And is that some kind of communication device?" Mayfly asks, pointing to my commlink on my left wrist. She could probably tell I don't want to elaborate or can deduce what my armor is for, given that I also carry a weapon.

"Yes, standard Jedi issue."

"Can you call anyone who could help you?" Robyn asks.

I shake my head. "Its range isn't beyond the Outer Rim of the Republic, so no. If anyone looking for me came outside the Outer Rim and tried my commlink, I'd be able to answer, but until or unless that happens, I'm basically unreachable."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but while we figure out what's next, you are welcome here." She glances at Optimus. "Unless you have a better idea, sir."

Optimus shakes his head. "Young Astoria is clearly in need of safe harbor here, and we can provide for her needs." He turns to me. "You may remain here as long as required."

I smile. "Thank you."

I feel relieved to know I had somewhere to stay.

Robyn then claps her hands together and stands. "Sweet! So, if you are up for it, I can show you around a bit so you know where everything is."

I nod. "Lead the way." I find myself relaxing a bit as I follow Robyn further into the base, leaving the Autobots for the moment.