Keep Your Guard Up (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 6

Alana placed her cloths on the side of the bit and walked over to the closet and placed on the garments that Leia had given her. She looked in the mirror, and suddenly felt cold when she realised how similar they looked to the cloths she had to wear all those years ago during the Siege of Devaron. Leia walked in on her, "Oh! Sorry, Aunt Ala." Alana had told both Luke and Leia they could call her Aunt Ala, even though, she was technically younger than her. "Is... Something wrong?" Alana flicked her head in Leia's direction. "No, it's just these garments remind me of... something that happens along time ago." Alana had led the troops into battle, even though she was only 12 at the time. They had fled, but she was captured in the process and sold into slavery. She suffered not just physical but mental scars from her time with Userre.

Leia left nit long after, and she sat down on her cot. She closed her eyes and begun to meditate. She may not be a Jedi, and in fact, never had been a Jedi, but she would do this a lot back when she was a senator in the Clone War. She already knew who she would try to reach. The place in her chest that was filled with their presence was still there, but... Darker. She had except this though, and concentrated on their signature, trying to contact them. When she opened her eyes, they were standing right in front of her.

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Accalia was busy in her chambers, looking for any sign of the Rebellion. She scrolled through the HoloNet, looking for anything, that seemed rebellious when she suddenly felt dizzy. She groaned, clutched her head, then shook it off, but when she opened her eyes, Alana Saintös, the same girl she was looking for, was directly in front of her.

Alana looked just as shocked as she was. Accalia spoke first. "How are you here." Alana made a face. "I thought you'd have the answer to that, " her Devaronian accent was thick.

"Where are you."

Alana scoffed. "I'm not telling you, 'Soka. I'm not that stupid."

"You can't call me that."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not her-"

"When you're under the influence of that drug Sidious put in you 18 years ago. The same drug he tried on me and failed."

Accalia did not know of such a thing. She had been told by her Master she was trained from birth. That this empire had been around for thousands of years.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I remember everything from my past. I'd expect you don't."

Accalia didn't remember much of her past, only the latest 18 years, but she was still missing some memories here and there.

"Where are the Skywalkers."

"Again, I'm not telling you."

"Then you will die."

Alana laughed.

"Your 'Master', wouldn't kill me. In case you haven't realised, he tortured me for a year trying to turn me into the leader of his Acolytes."

Accalia cursed under her breath. Her master had spent a lot of credits on her, enough that he wouldn't just throw it away. She had guessed her spent around the worth of 15 Star Destroyers. Suddenly everything went black, and she stumbled back, finding herself in her quarters. For the first time, Accalia was confused.

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Luke Skywalker fumbled with his green lightsaber, twirling it around his fingers, as his lunch say cooling in the cafeteria of the Rebel Base. His thought to be either evil or dead aunt is alive, good, and had been frozen in time for 18 years. And his other aunt, as his mother had told him, is evil, but not by choice.  He swore to the force his life couldn't get any more messed up.

Oh, how he'd eat his words.

Rex, his fathers second in command, walked up to him. "Hey kid," he said sitting down next to him. "So, the Generals back." He thought he was talking about his father, but swallowed his words when he remembered that he had worked with Alana was a stand-in general when his father and padawan were injured. "And the Commander's our enemy." He guessed he'd been close with Aunt 'Soka since there were many emotions radiating off the old Clone. "Just wait till I tell Wolffe, he's gonna wanna tear the emperor to shreds even more now that he forced the commander into that. She's one of the last things to remind him of the old general." Luke guessed he was referring to Plo Koon, Wolffe's old general.

Speaking of the devil, Wolffe walked out of the medi centre, currently talking with Leia. With the expression of pure rage displayed on his face, Luke guessed he already knew, and wasn't taking it kindly. They walked over to the duo and sat down opposite the two. Leia perked up. "I told Wolffe here about Ala and 'Soka, and he talked to me the entire way of how he's going to kill the Emperor, which I must say are interesting, and bring Aunt 'Soka back since she certainly isn't doing this willingly". Wolffe smirked, and punched his hand. "By the time I'm done with the old shabuir, he'll wish he never messed with us, or the commander." To say that during the Clone War, the clones loved Ahsoka, would be an understatement. Most clones referred to her as "vod" when not on the battlefield, as a sign of their respect and love for her. And Ahsoka cared for the clones enough for it to be past the attachment rule for the Jedi Code. With her jumping in front of clones to either deflect or take the bullet, that was meant for them, she had to discuss that with the Jedi Council more than one time, on why she put herself in harm's way.

Most clones wanted nothing more than to be with the 501st, and if not that, then the 212th, since they worked together quite often. Wolffe had a soft spot for both Ahsoka and Plo Koon, for how they actually treated them like living beings, and not flesh droids, and actually cared for them. Something most Jedi didn't do. Wolffe thought that since Ahsoka was now a slave to Sidious, would he have to fight her. He certainly wouldn't want too. She, in some way, was like a little sister to all the clones who had worked with General Skywalker before she came along. Everyone loved Ahsoka. So much that when they learnt of her leaving, every trooper was devastated, and Wolffe always blamed himself a little, thinking maybe if he hadn't stunned her, she wouldn't of left.

He looked over to Rex, who was deep in thought. Then he looked over to the Medi Centre, where General Saintös (when she fought with the 501st in the Siege of Khomm, she helped bury the fallen, tend to the injured, and even made a parade for the fallen, so the citizens of the planet could honour them for their sacrifice. Every troop in the GAR respected her like no other from that day on out) and thought, 'maybe she knows something we don't. Or maybe, went don't want to know.'

I am so sorry for how long it took, but Homeschooling is kicking my shebs right now, so I've taken the longest time to upload. 1000 words, I am actually really proud. They will get longer since my chapters will be coming out slower. Mee jewz ku!

-ROTSforlife