To say Hera was shocked would have been an understatement. In fact, the entire crew of Ghost was stunned speechless. First, there had been bright flash of light which had momentarily blinded them. By the time their vision had returned, a young man had appeared out of nowhere and was lying on the ground of the small conference room. The outfit he was wearing could have matched something like what Kanan had described the Jedi of old wearing, if it hadn't been so black. What looked to be a standard lightsaber hung off his belt and he was most definitely unconscious. But as odd as all this was, Hera was more shocked by the reaction of the sixth person in the room. Fulcrum. In all the time Hera had known the woman, Tano had always worn a mask. Never let her emotions get the best of her. Ahsoka Tano was organizer of countless rebel cells, and unshakable leader, but now she seemed oblivious to the others in the room. Her expression somewhere between horrified and grief-stricken, as she stepped away from the fallen man.

"Fulcrum?" Hera looked at the older woman with concern. She turned to Kanan instead when she received no reply. Kanan was looking at the man with a puzzling expression as well. "Do you know him?" Hera tried again.

Kanan shook his head slowly. "I feel like I should. He's definitely a Jedi, but its been so long since," He broke off, looking back to the Jedi. "I don't know."

"Its fine and all to figure out who this guy is, but doesn't anyone else want to know how he got here? Last I checked we were still in hyperdrive!" Everyone turned to look at Ezra. Hera saw Fulcrum jerk out of her stunned silence and was relieved when she took control of the situation.

"Kanan, Zeb, we need to get him to the med bay. We can piece together what's going on after that. Interrogate him if need be, though with any luck," The togruta trailed off for a moment, stepping forward to get a better look at the man. "He may be on our side. For now at least." Her words trailed off at the end, and Hera suspected they hadn't been meant to be over heard.

Kanan and Zeb moved to gingerly pick up the possibly wounded stranger while Sabine and Ezra looked on. "You two," Hera nodded in their direction, "go make sure med bay's ready." Ezra looked almost excited as he ran out of the room, closely followed by an only slightly more subdued Sabine. Alone now, Hera stepped closer to Fulcrum.

"You know him, don't you." It wasn't a question. Fulcrum let out a long sigh, having regained most of her usual composure. "I can't think of a believable explanation as to why he's here though."

Anakin hated mad bays. Unfortunately, he seemed to end up in them quite often. Usually, though, he was able to remember what he done to end up there. This time, he couldn't think of a good reason for the life of him. The last thing Anakin remembered was going to bed. It would be hard to get hurt when asleep, even for him who was rather accident prone. Groaning, Anakin opened his eyes to look around. The first thing he noticed was that he was on a ship, which couldn't be right, because he, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan had finished their mission and were to be on Coruscant for a few more days. Then he noticed the voices.

"You better go find Fulcrum, she won't want to miss this." The voice came from the door. Anakin couldn't see the speaker from his position but it sounded like a man. A few more hushed words were exchanged before a second person ran out of the room.

"Who's there?" Anakin's throat was dry and when he tried to sit up a steady throbbing started in his head.

"Easy." The voice from before had moved closer. Propping himself up, Anakin saw that he had been right. A man who couldn't have been too much older them himself and who was dressed in an odd assortment of green clothes and armor stood by the bed. Anakin tensed at the stranger's presence but relaxed slightly once he felt the man's force signature.

"You're a Jedi, but I don't think I've ever seen you before." That puzzled Anakin. While there were many Jedi and few were ever in the same place at the same time, it was rare for Anakin to not at least recognize a face. Especially of a Jedi who had been around as long as this man must have been. To further his confusion, the man didn't respond, only narrowed his eyes a bit and continued staring at Anakin.

The man looked towards the door suddenly and Anakin followed his gaze. A twi'lek woman had entered and from her lack of force signature Anakin knew she wasn't a Jedi. She looked more hesitant than the man but spoke with authority. "Fulcrum is still in an important meeting. With any luck she'll be here in a half hour or so." the man nodded, but Anakin was even more confused.

"Excuse me, but where exactly is this?"

The twi'lek looked at him. "You suddenly appeared on this ship, unconscious. We haven't been able to figure out how you came to be aboard. We were hoping you would be able to answer some of our questions." She paused and seemed to wait for him to say something, but Anakin knew no more than she claimed to.

"I was on Coruscant." Interestingly, the pair seemed to grow more wary of him after his comment. He continued anyway. "Who are you?"

They exchanged a glance and the man shook his head slightly. "We're trade vessel heading towards Lethal. I'm Hera Syndulla and this Kanan Jarrus. Who, may I ask, are you?"

Against his better judgement, Anakin decided to give them his real name. If not truthful, he sensed they were at least well intentioned. "Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker." To his surprise, the name didn't seem to mean anything to the the twi'lek woman, Hera. Kanan however, gave him a look of disbelief and something border lining fear.

"Excuse us a moment." He said before dragging his companion out of the room without further explanation.

Out of all the names the man could have given, Anakin Skywalker was probably one of the least expected. Once the idea was out there, however, Kanan couldn't help but think how the man really did look just like the Old Republic war hero. Granted he had only seen the man in passing, and certainly not in the past fifteen or so years, but still the similarities were unnerving.

"I'm guessing that name meant more to you than it did to me?" Hera commented once they had exited to the corridor and shut the med bay door behind them.

"Yeah, but there's no way he is who he says he is. Anakin Skywalker was a well known Jedi Knight during the Clone Wars."

Hera's eyes widened in recognition. "I know of Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With no Fear, and all that, but that man can't be a day over twenty."

"I know." Kanan ran a hand through his hair. "I'd say he's crazy but he looks like I remember. And-" He broke off, looking at Hera in alarm. "No wonder Fulcrum's reaction was so odd, if I remember right Skywalker had a padawan, and Ahsoka Tano doesn't sound wrong."

"Well, judging by Fulcrum, whatever happened to him after the fall couldn't have been good."

Kanan shook his head. "That's what bothers me. I don't know what happened. His master, Kenobi, survived, but there's been some differing rumors about what happened to Skywalker." He hesitated, not sure whether he wanted to tell Hera the next part. "The general public thinks him dead, but, from what I can piece together, from other Jedi, and the younglings at the temple being killed by a lightsaber, everything points towards him being- everyone knows Vader was a Jedi until right before order 66." Kanan trailed off, not wanting to complete the thought.

"Hopefully Fulcrum will be able to shed some light on the subject, assuming he really is a miraculously un-aged Anakin Skywalker."

"Is that who he claims to be?" The pair started at Fulcrum's voice behind them. She seemed to be bracing herself, before stepping up to the door. "Well then, there's a lot of explaining to be done."