The surface of Geonosis was littered with bits of smoldering rock, and fires still blazed in some areas. Luminara and her men, with assistance from Kenobi and his men, fought to destroy a droid foundry. The fight was harsh and long. As the battle came to an end, Luminara saw how few survived. It hurt her to see all the tangled and burned bodies. She felt extreme loss and sadness for the death of so many men. Among the carnage and destruction were the few survivors. It was her, Kenobi, Bariss Offee (her padawan), Commander Cody, Commander Gree, and about 30 other clones. That was much less than the 200 they had arrived with.

As they returned to the ship, Luminara felt . . . different. But she decided to think nothing of it. After all, she was a healer, and if something was seriously wrong, she would know.

They boarded the ship along with Kenobi and his men. He had no other choice seeing that his ship was now in pieces, thanks to the seperatists. The second Luminara got on the ship, she went straight to her quarters. She was exhausted and needed rest. The door to her room opened and she looked around. It wasn't much; a good sized room with a large mattress that lay on the floor along with a pillow and blanket. To her left was a metal, rectangular dresser with her sleeping wear. She also had her own Refresher, which included a small shower, toilet and sink. Jedi didn't have many possessions.

Not much, but it was more than she usually got at the temple. She got changed into her sleepwear, which was a gray tank-top with matching gray sweat pants.

Luminara lay down on the mattress. She was still feeling a bit off, but didn't think much of it, and eventually fell asleep.

Gree was doing his normal security sweep of the ship. There were a few other clones walking around. The hallway was very chilly; space wasn't exactly the warmest place around. However, the quiet helped ease his mind off that last battle.

So many brothers dead . . . I sure hope it was worth it. How much longer must my brothers endure this damnable war?

He ended his sweep and began to walk to his quarters. As he passed General Luminara's room, he heard a loud, sudden bang. He paused, and listened very closely. He heard a few more violent-sounding bangs. Something was wrong. He decided to knock.

"General, is everything okay in there?" he said firmly.

The noise continued and he heard an even louder thud. The commander began to feel worried. Something started fluttering in his chest and his anger rose.

What if someone's attacking her? Could it be a traitor? She is not getting killed on my watch!

He opened the door and rushed in to see Luminara's body flailing in different directions. She must have been having a nightmare. Her body was in a state of panic. He needed to wake her. If she kept this up she could hurt herself. He removed his helmet, kneeled beside her and grabbed her shoulders to try to stop the thrashing.

"General." She continued to struggle in his grasp. "General!" he yelled, but to no avail. She kept on flailing.

He was getting very worried. She was not waking up. He could not stand the thought of losing her. She meant too much to him, and he was not going to let harm come to her.

"Luminara!" he shouted.

Her eyes opened and she quickly sat up straight. She had a terrified look on her face. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around the Commander's torso, and brought her head to his chest.

He was warm; she could feel it through his armor. It relaxed her.

Gree was surprised by this motion. He felt a little on edge, but did what he thought was natural. His arms slowly wrapped around her head to comfort her.

"It's okay General, it was just a dream," he whispered.

She relaxed and moved away from him. Her face resumed its normal, professional look.

"Thank you, Commander. That . . . helped," she smiled.

Gree blushed, "No problem General. Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine, just having some 'after battle' nightmares, I guess."

Gree looked worried. "Do you want me to get the medical droid?"

She blushed. He seemed to care a lot about her. She could sense the worry he had for her.

"No, I'm fine. Remember, I'm a healer. I know my limits."

"Alright General, but take it easy," he said gently, smiling.

He grabbed his helmet and began to walk out. Then, he felt something wrap around his arm. He stopped, and saw a gentle, green hand on him. He needed to distract himself from the fact that she was holding his arm. He did so by avoiding direct eye contact.

She whispered, "I would appreciate it if you stayed here. I don't know if the nightmares will act up again and your presence . . . gives me a sense of security."

He took in every word she said and smiled. "Sure General, I'll grab some blankets and get dressed. The floor will be fine."

"Actually, the bed is more than big enough for two people," she blushed.

"General, I don't know . . ." He looked at her, into her sad, worried eyes. She was very beautiful . . . and his commanding officer. Following his General's orders was something he was bred to do. Not to mention the ecstatic attraction he had for her. How could he refuse?

Is she really suggesting this? She could get expelled from the Jedi order. Not to mention he could get court Marshalled. Then again the bed was large and he wouldn't do anything improper.He could feel his nerves begin to stiffen, but he then relaxed. This is Luminara. She knows what she's doing.

"Okay, I'll get dressed and be back in a minute." He left the room to change into his republic-issued sweatpants. Clones, like Jedi, did not have much.

He returned with his sweatpants and a white T-shirt. She was lying in bed facing the wall. He gently lowered himself next to her, leaving a respectful amount of room between them.

As he lay there beside her, he began to think about regulations, how many he's breaking, and how long it would take for the ship to reach Courasant. Then he felt her begin to move. At first it was slow, but then she was flailing again. Her head landed on his chest and he was about to wake her up again, when suddenly, she started to calm down. She relaxed with her head lying comfortably on his chest. Not wanting to risk another panic, he let her head stay there. The feeling was nice, but probably against the rules. He began to tense up again, but was calmed by her touch. She really was beautiful.

He respectfully laid there until blissful sleep took him. He was rather comfortable.