I bit my lip, sighing softly, running my hand through my hair. This place was just a mess, it had been a disaster since the Separatists had attacked, killing almost everyone besides a few who either gave into them or was skilled enough to hide. I'd been skilled enough to hide thanks to the training I received from my mother before she was killed.

My hand tightened around the charm I wore around my neck - the one my father was said to have the other half of, as if I'd ever actually meet him since he was part of this war. There was no way for me to even know if he was even alive yet know who he was! There was a one in a million chance of finding him and being reunited with him, as far as I knew he didn't even know I existed.

I looked toward the west, into what was really an empty nothingness - besides the droid factory that was a few clicks away. It was always kind of fun to give the droids a bit of trouble - though I'd probably done enough for today. "There she is! Get her!" It was just a simple battle droids voice, though when I looked over there were hundreds of them.

"Um...no, I think you'll have to catch me first, sorry rust buckets." I muttered, quickly jumping into a speeder and taking off toward the west that was so strongly pulling on me - it was heading away from the direction I needed to go. But I really didn't have any other options as the droids began to fire at me, it was times like this that my mother would tell me I was like my father.

She said he was a good man, she never had a bad thing to say about him - only good. She said if it wasn't for their mistake, I never would have been born or maybe I would have if they'd been able to get away since it wasn't against jedi law to fall in love or have a romantic relationship. So children were definitely out of the question, she said she'd left him a letter explaining why she left and where he could find me.

Yet, I never expected to have my father looking for me. I was eighteen years old and I'd spent the last eight years struggling to survive on my own and keep myself out of the hands of the droids. My planet had wanted to stay out of the war - to stay peaceful but then the separatists attacked when I was merely ten years old, they claimed us as theirs.

Though rumors had it that the government had decided to ask the republic for assistance if they pleaded their allegiance to them, sure enough it was in the process of happening - but it wasn't soon enough. I pushed the speeder as hard as it would go, continuing to peek over my shoulder to see how close the droids were who had there own speeder like things.

As they began firing, I was more focused on where I was going instead of them - though I knew I'd left the droids who were on foot in the dust. It didn't take long for them to hit my speeder as I went over the hill, realizing the mistake I'd made almost instantly. I'd gone straight to the droid factory - I was screwed and bound to be arrested for sure now.

They continued to fire on me as I noticed movement, figuring they were more droids. But the fault in my focus screwed me over as I lost control going down the hill and flipped the damn thing, hitting the dirt rather hard and beginning to role down the hill. The speeder rolled down and erupted into flames and as I reached the bottle of the hill, I was so out of breath and covered in mud.

I noticed that what I'd thought were droids moving away from the base were actually republic soldiers. Maybe, maybe they would help me. I watched them carefully a moment before I looked over toward the top of the hill as the droids began to way down. I ran my hand through my hair once more, slowly pushing myself off the ground and backing away from them, patting at my sides.

But they weren't there, looking over my shoulder to see that my mothers light saber and my pistol were both about half way between the clones and myself. I had absolutely no way to defend myself, biting my lip. If those troops wouldn't help me, I was absolutely screwed and I would surely be arrested for not following the instructions of the separatists.

I rolled my ice blue eyes, brunette curly shoulder length hair blowing in the wind. I only stood five foot four inches and weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds, but I'd still do my best to defend myself. I did have a slender build that still held the perfect curves that drove men crazy so everyone usually underestimated me when I was in a fight.

I still stood no chance since I had no weapons, as the droids continued down the hill - I continued to bavk away. Though the pull was suddenly so much stronger and I realized the pull had been getting stronger the closer I'd gotten to the droid factory. I bit my lip and swallowed hard as the droids stopped, "Give us what is ours, girl." The commanding droid muttered.

I shook my head, "No! That doesn't belong to you! Nor will it ever belong to you! It was my mothers before me! And before her, it was her masters! You'll have to take it from my cold, dead hands before you think I'll ever hand over the last thing I have to remember her by! You'll regret all of this!" I muttered, watching them carefully as I continued backing away, hoping I was getting closer to my weapons.

I knew that also meant getting closer to the clones, yet the closer I got, the stronger the pull got. Almost like it was something that had been missing so long was suddenly back - it was so confusing, yet welcoming. For the first time in eight years I didn't feel alone, like I was loved and cared for, like I was safe - just like I felt when my mother was around.