Hello! So, this is the story of my OC, Rayn Tarwynn. Yes, at first she started out as Asoka Katera (didn't steal the name Asoka. Long story behind that.) and I wrote this whole story on her about a year ago. Now, I've grown a lot in my own writing and I've changed things about my character that make her more like me and such… SO this is the first chapter of my re-write of Alter My Life :D I hope y'all enjoy

This is kind of an AU story… This story is set IMMEDIATELY after ep.2. Anakin did NOT marry Padme…yet, clones are already in use (first batch! Woo hoo!), and the Clone Wars have not quite started. There are few battles and such, but it hasn't been declared a full-blown war yet. Someone told me that it took a little while for the Clone Wars to start after ep.2…so that's the info I'm going with because it makes my storyline simpler! Also, Anakin is 19, Rayn is 17.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN STAR WARS.

I remember a time of peace. A time where there was no war. A time where there weren't battles tearing apart planets or ruining families. A time where there was no such thing as warfare. A time where there weren't soldiers fighting mindlessly all over the galaxy.

Believe it or not, but there was a time like that, and I remember it.

I used to live in peace, too. It used to just be me and my family farming on Dantooine.

Of course, farming wasn't an easy life by any means, but it was free of war. Free of death, free of gunfire, free of soldiers. The closest we got to violence was when there were…disagreements at the local market or if a wild animal attacked out crops. Other than that, life was pretty quiet.

All of that changed when I turned 16... A year ago from right now, I'd be sleeping at home, but now I'm being woken up by a clone to see Master Yoda.

Reality would always hit me whenever I woke up. I would always hope that I could wake up back at home on Dantooine. But every time I opened my eyes, I was still in the small Republic base on the forest planet of Dennaskar.

I sat up off my bed on the floor and the clone quickly ushered me from the small medical wing to the main corridor of the base.

I immediately spotted Master Yoda and three other men in the empty corridor. I took a deep breath as I came close to them, bracing myself for yet another life-or-death situation. As the medic of the base, I had watched many soldiers die. Some of them were already dead before I even touched them, others died on the bed underneath my hands. One minute their eyes would be looking at me with life shining in them, the next second they would be glazed over and staring off into space. I wondered what these wounded soldiers would bring for me now. I silently pleaded that these three wouldn't turn out like the last man I had. He had died from brain trauma only two days ago… I shook off the images of the man as I walked quickly over and bowed slightly to Master Yoda before looking at the other three men. There was a clone, Jedi Master, and Jedi Padawan.

The Jedi Master had his arm slung around the clone next to him. The clone had his helmet off and the gash on his forehead still had blood flowing down his face. His right arm looked dislocated, but I couldn't tell yet. The Master had a long cut going down his left bicep and another one on his neck, but it wasn't deep enough to kill him or close enough to the vein to make him die from blood loss. His leg was at an odd angle, and most of his weight was on his other foot or leaning on the clone.

I wasn't too worried about the Master and clone, but the Padawan's condition – from what I could tell – was critical.

The Padawan was lying, unconscious, on a blood-stained stretcher. His tunic was torn with large bruises and gashes stretching across his torso. His side was bleeding with a large, jagged piece of shrapnel sticking out of him. He was pale and sweat glistened off his forehead. As I looked at the embedded piece of metal more closely, it looked like he wasn't breathing. I put my hand on his chest, feeling for a heartbeat or a breath.

"Is he dead?" The strained, pain-filled question came from the Padawan's Master.

I pressed my hand down harder and felt the faint beat of a heart. "No." I replied quietly.

"Take care of you, she will." Master Yoda poked my shin with his staff when he referred to me. The Master looked up and tried to smile; his efforts didn't produce much except the undersized resemblance of a grin.

I nodded and took the Master's arm around my own shoulders, leaving the clone to bear only his weight. The Padawan's stretcher floated with us as I led the men through the dim twists and turns of the base. It was the middle of the night, so there weren't any clones in our path, allowing us quick access to the tree-roomed medical wing.

I opened the first door and led the Jedi Master and clone into the room. There were two beds, allowing them each to have their own bed.

I gently helped the Jedi sit down and watched the clone sit on the other.

"I'll be right back." I told them as I left to the Padawan's stretcher. I led the stretcher into the next room, somehow managing to lift the Padawan onto the bed. He was barely breathing now, and the white sheets of the medical bed were already stained with his crimson blood.

I quickly strapped an oxygen mask around his mouth and nose, hoping that soon his breathing would become less than soft sighs. I pressed two fingers to his neck, feeling his pulse before attaching a small wristband to his left wrist, allowing the heart monitor on the other side of the room to pick up his pulse. The slow, quiet beeps of his heartbeat echoed throughout the room as I carefully unwrapped his tunic, revealing his marred upper body.

Removing the tunic gave me a better idea of how injured this man really was. Large bruises and cuts covered his skin, but the worst was a jagged, deep gash in his right side. There was part of a piece of shrapnel already sticking out of his side, but I didn't know how deep it went in. I knelt down next to the Padawan and carefully pulled back some of the bloody skin around it, revealing the rest of the very large piece of metal embedded there. The piece was huge and getting it out wouldn't be easy.

"I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt." I whispered to the unconscious man before me.

I gently grabbed the edge of the piece and started slowly pulling it out, trying to ease it out without causing the Padawan anymore pain.

I heard a faint groan come from his lips and all thoughts of pulling it out slowly left my mind. I grasped the piece of metal in my hand again and yanked – hard. The three-inch long piece of metal came out of the Padawan's side as he didn't move.

"Thank goodness you're unconscious." I whispered as I put the piece of metal in a small incinerator and grabbed a small needle and suture material and set to work.

As I worked at stitching up the young man's side, I couldn't help but feel that somehow my life was about to change.

So here's chapter 1 of my rewrite! I know it's short, but the next chapter will be longer!

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