Sirens shrieked loudly, howls tore through the ship.

A blast hit the side of the Falcon, causing the girls to sit up in their seats.

"Ani, we got a problem…"

"Yeah, I see that, Lana,"

Allana turned on the power boosters, "we need a way out of here."

"It's a literal battle–"

"Doesn't matter. Go, go, go!"

Animé maneuvered them in a way to avoid getting it. Muttering under her breath, Allana manned the guns, blasting whatever was considered a danger to them, and at this moment, it was droids.

"Hold on tight, we're in a tricky situation," she heard her cousin's voice over the comms.

The ship spinned multiple times, swerving left and right.

Two Jedi starfighters zoomed past the cockpit, but Animé didn't have time to find out why the models were so old.

"Allana, prepare those guns, we're heading into battle!"

The brunette whipped her head in her cousin's direction, "no! Away from the battle, are you crazy, Skywalker!?"

The girl piloting the ship laughed, "Always."

Animé got into an unofficial race with a Jedi who piloted the yellow starfighter. The Falcon flew above the starfighter and twisted upside down, which allowed Animé to give a mock salute to her opponent. She flew right side up again, flying to the bridge of the enemy ship–at least, she hoped it was, it was crawling with droids.

"Lana, shoot!"

The Solo girl did as she was told.

The Separatist ship blew up in different places, before finally splitting in half. Which effectively won the battle.

Animé yelled in pure joy, "That's the Skywalker-Solo team for you!"

Allana made her way to the cockpit, forcefully pulling the reddish-brown haired girl out the pilot's seat.

"This is the last time I allow you to fly this ship. This ship belongs to me, don't forget."

Gaping in disbelief, Animé sputtered, "I got us out of the battle safely!"

"Yeah," Allana snorted, "by bringing us into the heat of the battle," she deadpanned. The younger girl pouted, cursing in Huttese.

Two ships appeared in their vision of eyesight.

You are to board The Resolute at once*

"Oh kriffing hells," Allana swore, this was just her luck. She couldn't wait to strangle her cousin.

"I would like to request that I will be able to leave this battlefield," Solo held her breath, praying to the Force that they would leave this place as soon as possible.

Request denied, you will board at once.*

"Bantha poodoo," Animé huffed, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, try to guess whose fault this was?"

Allana gained control over the Falcon and she followed the two aircrafts to a large flagship, a flagship that she had guessed was The Resolute. Her blue eyes dimmed slightly, she felt a Force presence that was similar to her Uncle Luke's, and she hasn't felt something like this since he died.

"This looks a lot like–"

"I know."

After landing safely inside, the two girls descended the ramp. There, they were met with three Jedi and a small entourage of troopers with guns at the ready.

The older Jedi out of the three stroked his auburn beard, "well you certainly shocked everyone on board, may I ask for your names?"

The younger man with wild untamed dark blonde curls glanced at Animé, realizing she was the one who he raced against.

Allana coughed, "what are your names? I believe the phrases "stranger danger" and "never tell anyone your name" still apply?" She bit her lip to stop herself from smirking, but she didn't need to glance at her cousin to know that Animé wasn't holding back.

The young togruta Jedi smirked. And the blond man laughed out loud despite the situation.

"R-right, of course, my name is Obi-wan Kenobi, this is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, and his padawan, Ahsoka Tano."

Oh.

Oh holy mother of all Sith spawns.

"Shavit."

Obi-wan and Anakin's eyebrows raised in surprise, while Ahsoka covered her mouth in an attempt to smother her laughter.

"Excuse me?"

Animé waved quickly, "uh, we're extremely sorry, we actually don't know how we got here…"

Anakin tilted his head, hands on his hips, "you don't know how you arrived in the middle of a battle and just so happened to fight like experienced pilots?" His voice was laced with doubt, and it was made clear as he spoke. Anakin crossed his arms, "I don't believe you."

Animé mirrored his stance, "well that's too bad for you."

Groaning, Allana pinched her cousin.

"I do hope you realize that we still await your names?" Obi-wan interjected, bringing the original question back into the conversation. Many troopers stilled their chuckles after the elder general spoke.

"I am Amelia Adova."

"...Lori Adova," Animé shook her head, allowing her bangs to fall in front of her eyes.

Allana gave her a weird look, to which Animé responded with a shrug.

Anakin sighed, "Ahsoka, show these two to a spare room, we'll have to drop them off at the temple, maybe the council will know what to do."

Ahsoka nodded, "come on–"

"Wait!" The three jedi turned to look at Animé who blushed and couched silently, "I-I mean, we have stuff in our ship…"

"And what's going to happen to my ship? This baby ain't going anywhere without me," Allana narrowed her eyes.

"You actually want to keep this piece of junk?" Anakin raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips.

Reminding herself this was her great grandfather, she released her anger into the Force.

"This belongs to my grandpa, and he still cares for this ship, it's…part of his family."

Reluctantly, the blonde gave up, nodding his head.

"We'll wait here until you gather your stuff," Obi-wan gave them permission.

The girls rushed inside, storing their lightsabers in their bags, along with ration bars and a bag of Republic credits.

Anji and Sari sniffed, growling lowly, noticing unknown beings outside.

"It's alright," Allana soothed, "they're…friends."

Animé led the way, with the nexu and Lothal wolf following her.

Guns were raised automatically.

"They're our pets, no need to be hostile."

"Well, this just got complicated," Ahsoka muttered to her master who nodded.

"No kidding. Rex, find somewhere to keep the…pets," Anakin ordered. Anji growled lowly making the clones step back, not taking any chances. Rex sighed, why must his general make him do all the crazy errands?

"Sir, yes sir."

~S~

Awed faces were plastered on the two girls.

"Never seen a ship like this before?" Ahsoka asked in amusement.

"You mean a ship this old? Yeah, we haven't," Animé snorted before letting out an 'oof', glaring at Allana who mouthed a warning.

"Old? This is the newest model, you guys are weird…" Eyeing them with one last look of suspicion, Ahsoka brought them over to the mess hall. Animé chuckled awkwardly.

Receiving their trays, they found a table where they started to eat in peace.

"I heard that the red headed one unofficially challenged General Skywalker to race."

"No way, who won?"

"–heard it was a tie–"

"Impossible!"

"That one looks like Senator Amidala–"

"Shh, they're looking at us–"

"Oof!"

Animé could only send a side eye at the clones who were gossiping.

"What's with all the similar faces?"

Ahsoka once again looked at them with suspicion.

"You don't know? Where have you guys been?"

"Easy now, don't get all flustered, we live far out so we don't get current news all that often," shoving a spoonful of military food, Allana washed it down with water, she really missed her grandmother's cooking.

"It's the Clone Wars! It's all anyone ever talks about, the Separatists take over worlds, how do you not know?" Ahsoka cried out, her eyes wide. Her hands formed into fists as she lightly pounded the table in shock.

Animé gave a look that reminded Ahsoka of Anakin, wondering if the new girl's glare could give her master a run for his money.

"Well, kriff, thanks for the head's up," she drawled, rolling her eyes playing with her food. Allana was strangely quiet, and Animé poked her through the Force.

Allana didn't look up, but poked the inside of her cheek twice, letting her cousin know she was fine.

Now finished, Ahsoka brought them to the bridge where gasps could be heard.

"Wow, I would love to make modifications to this," Animé gushed.

"Sorry, Lori, my master already tried, but he was denied time and time again," the young padawan laughed. Officers saluted as they walked by, showing respect to Ahsoka.

"What's with the formality?" Allana whispered.

"I'm the commander, so, it's military formality," explained Ahsoka, nodding once to the crew members.

Animé appeared below the bridge, watching silently as the officers operated the ship. They hadn't noted her presence, so when she hummed in disapproval, they jumped in shock, crying out in surprise.

"W-what, someone remove this kid!"

"Kid?" An eyebrow raised in annoyance, causing the older man to sweat, "care to say that again?"

He shook his head, returning to his post, making the girl nod in agreement.

"Lori! Get from over there! That's not a place for us," Ahsoka yelled. Allana barked out a laugh.

Allana could only sigh, her cousin, though younger by a mere months, could act like a child in wonder when it came to ships.

When Animé arrived back on the bridge, Admiral Yularen clicked his tongue in disapproval.

The door slid open, revealing Anakin and Obi-wan. Allana and Animé straightened their postures and suddenly they acted much older.

"I trust you've been well?" The older Jedi checked in, the two graciously thanked him.

"Lori, who taught you to pilot?" Anakin asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.

A proud smirk also made its way to Animé, "my family are the best pilots known in the galaxy, it runs in the family."

"Oh really? I would like to meet them, maybe I could induce a challenge."

The smirk fell and was soon replaced with a frown, "I wish you could, but they're all dead."

Anakin was filled with pity, "I'm sorry to hear that–"

"No worries, it was years ago," Animé laughed and waved away the apologies, "how about you race us?"

Allana settled her hands on her jutted hips, "think you can keep up?"

Fire now sparked in the elder Skywalker, "I should be saying that to you, youngling, we can make the arrangements soon."

The three shook hands and turned to see deadpanned expressions coming from Obi-wan and Ahsoka, all the while, Rex stifled a laugh.

"Ahsoka, could you show us the way to our rooms? We need our beauty rest if we're gonna beat Skywalker here," Allana started to walk to the exit with Ahsoka and Animé in tow.

~S~

"Well here it is," Ahsoka led them to their shared quarters, "sorry it's small, but it's not a luxury cruise ship or anything," Animé only shrugged, while Allana thanked the togruta.

With the door now closed, the two let their facades melt away.

"This is bad–"

"I'm gonna prank–"

Mouths were shut as one stared at the other.

"What?"

They both laughed, releasing stress that had built up since they woke up from unconsciousness.

"I think we need to rest before we make any decisions."

"What about the decision we made with great grandpa?"

Allana coughed, "besides that one…I must be inhaling some type of fumes…"

Animé rolled her eyes, snorting as she settled on the bottom bunk. Allana climbed on the top bunk, stretching leisurely before settling herself down.

"I can't believe it, Mé , we're here, in the past…the past…"

"What does this mean?" the brunette turned on her side, letting her hand dangle below her so Animé could grip it.

"I don't know, but whatever it means, we'll do it together."

"Together."

They slept soundly on their cots. The sound of the ship's soft humming became a lullaby.

~S~

"Save him."

"Save Anakin Skywalker."

"You're part of my legacy."

"Save my husband, your great grandfather."

"The galaxy needs you."

"We need you."

A man dressed in black from head to toe, a hood covering his face with only red eyes visible, a black staff in his right hand. A woman in a white dress, sparkling blue eyes, and long, white hair, with a white staff in her left, materialized.

"The Chosen One needs you."

"Show him the light."

Their hands joined together, a bright light flashed. Three golden rings, positioned in a triangle shape, appeared.

Three crystals formed in the middle of the rings.

A red crystal.

A blue crystal.

A purplish-white crystal.

The red crystal was behind the man in black.

The blue, behind the woman in white.

The purplish-white crystal formed just above the two.

"Save him."

"Save our son."

~S~

Thrown out of the bed, Allana moaned in pain. She held her head, her vision swimming. Her eyes settled on the alarm clock and its red lights were blurry from the sudden jolt of her being awake. Blinking quickly, Allana saw it was only 1400 am, she swore quietly and looked up, hoping the loud crash didn't wake her cousin.

"Too bad, mission failed."

Blowing out a raspberry, Allana groaned as she lifted herself up from the floor. Animé lay on her stomach, her feet crossed together and her head resting on her palm. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips and blue eyes danced in amusement.

Stretching the aches and popping her fingers, Allana sent her cousin a wry smile, "thanks for helping."

"Anytime," Animé laughed, she then whistled when she saw the clock, "1402 am, not really ideal–"

Another jolt of the ship had both girls startled, screams tore through them. Red lights blared, sirens screeched, shouts were heard.

What's going on?

~S~

Now dressed and freshened up, the Skywalker-Solos raced to the bridge, dodging many clones who rushed in every way, in every different direction. As the door to the bridge slid open, shouts from the one and only Skywalker could be heard. They caught up with Ahsoka who was looking tense. Allana's mouth tightened into a thin line, her vision settling on the battle droids blasting their way through the Republic's forces.

"Wanna catch me up on what's happening here or should I just go grab myself a ship and blow these bulkheads? Cause we can always go down my favorite route: kill first, ask questions later."

The adults who were bent over the map looked at Animé weirdly, to which Allana couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose.

"M-Lori, no." Animé groaned, muttering something about no one ever letting her blow things up.

"Okay…" Anakin looked at the two newcomers quite weirdly, his response? The same look.

"Anyway, we need to get out there, their ship looks like it's going to fall apart, we just need to destroy it, in a place that's effective but one that the Separatists aren't guarding," Blue eyes hardened, Anakin's voice was laced with steel, seemingly fed up with this battle.

"That's impossible, Master," Ahsoka pressed a few buttons, and a map of the Separatist ship was shown. A red glowing dot was in the middle of the ship with a small opening right above it, "this can destroy the ship in a matter of seconds but it's near impossible to get one of our ships through."

Anakin looked grim, not liking the odds. He looked at Obi-wan and the two conversed, wondering how they could destroy the ship.

"You said it was near impossible right, Ahsoka?" Allana spoke up, her hand under her chin when everyone glanced her way.

"Yes? Why?"

Animé laughed, throwing her arm around Allana's shoulder, "because, we still have a chance at hitting the energy pulsator from here."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Obi-wan raised a delicate eyebrow, "it's not like they will allow you to waltz inside."

"Anakin, you did something like this, remember? During the Invasion of Naboo?" Startled, he nodded, giving the two girls the answer they needed. "My grandfather did something like this before, not telling you who or when," Animé gave the Jedi a firm look when they opened their mouths. "So, if anyone has a chance at tearing this ship apart it's me and Allana."

Both Obi-wan and Anakin conversed inside their heads using the Force, unsure if they should allow the two strangers a chance to help, but the two older Jedi came to a decision, nodding at the two girls.

Smiling in satisfaction and one handshake later, Allana and Animé fist-bumped each other and bowed, leaving the crew and followed Ahsoka down to the hangar.

~S~

Palpatine kept his face in a neutral expression, but inside he was utterly bored. He was currently listening to the "concerns" Bail Organa and his committee were presenting him, yet, were they truly getting anywhere?

Senator Organa is truly an inspiring politician, if only Palpatine could somehow move him onto his side, they could do great things together. At least that's the lie he will use to try to convince Bail to leave his stupid committee.

"...after the events of the Zillo Beast, the population of Malastare believe we should regain another chance of providing them with peace…"

Nodding his head along with whatever they were talking about, he felt the Dark Side of the Force tremor. He didn't know why he felt his heart beat with nervousness.

Closing his eyes, Palpatine searched throughout the galaxy in hopes of finding whatever was causing this disturbance, but he found nothing.

Reopening his eyes, he found his audience looking at him with concern and confusion.

"Chancellor?"

"It's not important," Palpatine waved his hand, shooing away their "thoughtfulness". "I really do apologize, but I'm afraid something just came up and I will need to tend with this matter immediately," putting on his best sorrowful and regretful expression, Palpatine stood up and carefully but hurriedly, ushered everyone out of his office. "Please if you have anything else that you need to discuss with me, please talk with one of my secretaries or perhaps Mas Amedda, they will be more than willing to help you. Good day."

With that, the door shut and Palpatine embraced the Dark Side, the disturbance was not a good one and he needs his apprentice, not the one he wants but the one he unfortunately has.

"Yes, my master?" A blue kneeling figure was shown on his communicator.

"Darth Tyrannus, I have a mission for you."

Count Dooku rose and glanced at Darth Sidious. "And what would this mission entail?"

"I have a feeling things will soon change and I need you to use your contacts to…spy."

"Spy? I see."

"Surely you felt the tremor of the Dark Side of the Force," Sidous smirked under his hood. "Whoever this is, I want you to find them, and sway them over to the Dark Side, or perhaps convince them to sympathize with me and have them follow my lead."

"It will be done," Dooku once again bowed and carried out his master's plans.

Palpatine took the disguise of a kind, old grandfatherly politician. Mas Amedda walked into his office, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

"It was done, my lord."

"Excellent."