"So," I say, waiting for Anakin to start.

"Well, there's someone out there, in a ship," he starts, a little lamely.

"I noticed that. Anything else?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, we should investigate. They shouldn't be there. Obi Wan is staying here, me and you are going out to take a look around," he gestures to me and I follow him outside, copying him as he pulls up his hood.

"Maybe it's that woman in the Manderlorian armour again," I suggest to him.

"Maybe, she's probably realised we've found her tracking beacon by now. But if it is her, I have a plan," Anakin explains. I raise the marking above my eye.

"Really? What's that?"

"This," he pulls a small object out of his pocket, and I immediately recognise it as the tracking beacon.

"You did deactivate it, didn't you?" I ask him.

"Relax Snips. Of course I did. In fact, I've completely reset it. I could have tracked it, but it's been designed so we can't track them from DNA or markings. We'll have to give it back if we get the chance," My master reassures. I laugh, because I know exactly what that means.

"Is there any particular place we're heading for?" I enquire as we head down a street next to the garden wall.

"Not particularly, why? Have you got any -" he pauses and dodges to the side as a blast comes from nowhere. Thankfully, this small street is empty.

"Well, there's your answer!" I say, drawing my lightsaber ; beside me, Anakin does the same. A couple more blast come from a nearby building, four floors, and I deflect them easily.

"What now?" I ask Anakin, he frowns and looks up.

"You take the streets, I'll take the rooftops," he leaves immediately.

"I'll see you later too!" I shout sarcastically at his retreating back.

With one last roll of my eyes, I spin my handle so the blade is pointing behind me and I run down the nearest alleyway. I'm going to have to use the force, seeing as I can't see them. I follow Anakin's presence as accurately as I can, hoping he knows where to go. I can't hear any more shots, so I assume they've started to run.

I sprint through alleyways for so long I start to go on autopilot. And I still haven't seen anyone. Deactivating my blade, I continue on my way.

Through the force, I sense Anakin going right. But, unfortunately for me, the turn coming up goes left, so I'll have to find another way later on.

Suddenly I find myself in bright light, and I realise with a jolt that I've ran into the market place. Nothing has changed. It appears to be a popular hangout, because I can see Thorkil and and gang of kids I can guess are his followers.

I ignore them, and they don't appear to see me. But most other people do. As they see my weapon they draw away, and somehow, I know that it isn't to give me room. It's to give them room. As everyone realises what's going on, people draw further away, dragging confused children protectively behind them. I sense everyone in the square watching me, but I continue on my way as realisation bursts into my mind.

They weren't keeping clear of trouble, they were keeping clear of me.

And it wasn't respect. It was fear.