Ki-Adi Mundi: The operations on Mygeeto

As he read the datapad with the information about his mission to Mygeeto, the Cerean Jedi Master frowned. The top priority mission itself was simple; Go in, defeat the Separatists and leave victorious. But there was also another mission, one where the 501:st Legion was to destroy a droid energy collector. Something about the mission seemed wrong somehow.
Why send in a new attachment of clones, when there already will be an army on the planet? I must ask Commander Bacara about this later, Ki-Adi-Mundi thought as he began to make his way through the Venator-class Destroyer up to its bridge, where the Clone Commander was awaiting.

"Commander Bacara, a moment if I may?" the Jedi Master asked curtly when he arrived. The clone turned around, revealing the all too familiar face of Jango Fett, the "progenitor" of the clones.
"Yes, General? What can I help you with?" the clone asked respectfully, his eyes meeting the Cerean's. They had a deep respect for one another, thus the Chancellor had put them together on this mission, since they co-operated so well.
"I wonder why the Chancellor asked for the 501:st to join us on this mission. Why not ask you to take out this energy collector? It makes no sense" Ki-Adi-Mundi said, his tone low and worried. Bacara eyed him for a few seconds, before saying: "General, I do not think it is of such importance. The Chancellor probably has a perfect reason to send them in. After all, they are quite specialized on these kind of things, and we won't have time to be everywhere, right?" The last was said with a short laugh and a smile, from both men.
"I guess so. Nevertheless, it just feels odd. But it's probably nothing." Ki-Adi-Mundi chuckled for a few seconds, before continuing: "How long until we reach Mygeeto?"
"About twenty or so more hours, General" the clone stated in a neutral tone.
"I'll be in my quarters, meditating. Contact me when we have arrived, will you?" The Jedi Master said, turning around towards the elevators, walking briskly.

Arriving in his quarters, he sighed. His light-brown tunic stretched as he breathed in deep breaths, trying to relax. He then sat down, sliding into a meditative pose, and began the meditation, connecting him with the living Force.
As the currents of the Light Side washed over him, he contemplated the fate of the clone troopers. What would happen to them after the war? Would Palpatine, as a last thing to do before stepping down from office, decommission them, or would he let them live, living their own lives? The Jedi's thoughts on the matter leaned more to the former than the latter, since clones knew next to nothing about anything else than war. It was for what they was bred for. Yet he wished that they would be allowed to live, since they had contributed the most to the Republic, dying in millions. True, they was bred for it, but it was still people that died in the massive battles.
Then his chain of thoughts went to the current situation within the Jedi Council. The young Knight Skywalker had been appointed to a chair on the council, but not allowed to become a Master. The others did not trust him, which was understandable, but it also pushed Skywalker dangerously close to the Dark Side. And with an errant Sith Lord hiding somewhere within the Senate, it was not a time for mistrust. It might even be the Sith Lord's wish that Skywalker would embrace his hatred. As he concentrated, the Cerean Jedi saw again the scene before his eyes:
Anakin Skywalker nervously shifts from foot to foot, but so little that it was hard to see.
"The Chancellor wishes me to be on the Council, to help making communication easier between the Jedi and the Senate." All Jedi in the room, and those who only was there as holographic projections, like Ki-Adi-Mundi, murmured at this. The Chancellor was making a bold move, requesting something like that. The old Jedi Master Yoda says in a huffed tone: "Allow this appointment lightly, the Council does not. Disturbing is this move by Chancellor Palpatine."
Skywalker slowly says: "I understand."
The Korun Jedi Master Mace Windu says neutrally: "You're on this council, but we do not grant you the rank of Master." Everyone eyes Knight Skywalker, as his face displays a show of anger and resentment.
"What?" A small pause, then: "How can you do this? It is unfair! How can you be on the Council and not be a Master?" His voice strains in his fight for control of his emotions, as Master Windu coldly says: "Take a seat, young Skywalker."
"Forgive me, Master" Skywalker says, his voice full with regret and disappointment. Ki-Adi-Mundi watches as Anakin slowly sits down in his chair, and then Master Mundi brings up the chase for Grievous.
"We have surveyed all systems in the Republic, but have found no sign of General Grievous."
"Hiding in the Outer Rim, Grievous is. The outlying systems we must sweep" Master Yoda says, his old voice tired and thoughtfull.
Again, Ki-Adi's thoughts made a jump, to his dead family, whom had died on Cerea, during a Separatist attack on the planet. In the destruction, his whole family had been killed. The four wives, seven daughters and sons had died, and he had still not stopped grieving, though it might appear so.
I failed them, he thought bitterly. I would've been able to save them, but for the clones depending on me. I wish that I had been there. But he knew such thoughts strayed to the Dark Side of the Force. As he meditated, he tried to reconcile with himself, but it was hard to accept the loss even if their deaths was three years past. Yet no one knew of this, everyone thought he had moved on from his sorrow. The Jedi Order had become truly blind. The darkness covering the Force was disturbing. It made it harder to feel the light, clouded emotions and thoughts made it harder to interpret situations otherwise clear to the Jedi.
This Sith Lord, whomever he is, is clever. Hiding in the Senate, probably controlling it too, has managed to put the world in a shroud of darkness. Ki-Adi smiled to himself. He never thought he would complement the Sith for something as dire as this, yet it was so ingenious, that it had to be congratulated.
As the Cerean Jedi fell deeper into his meditation, his thoughts became more serene and collected and his consciousness was surrounded by the Force.

On the bridge, where the clones worked efficiently, the Clone Commander Bacara stood staring out the viewport, staring at the stars. He stroke his chin as he thought of the Jedi General onboard.
He is asking for information that I cannot give. He must not learn of the 501:st true mission to Mygeeto. Bacara frowned deeply, he had respect for the Jedi Master and did not want to keep him in the dark, but such was his orders, and he could do nothing but obey. I just hope that when the time comes, he will already be dead, so that I will not have to kill him myself. I can hardly bear to do such a thing. I've known him too long to do such a thing. Unless he does something that will endanger our future. Then I can kill him. Though it will not be easy.
The Clone Commander kept to himself mostly, even when being with his fellow clones. His Mandalorian trainer had taught Bacara the ways of the Mandalorian Journeyman Protector, which alienated him from the other clones, who had been taught in the ways of the Mandalorian warrior. His dialect of Mando'a was also slightly different, so he drew himself away from the others, rarely speaking with them, except for the Clone Commander Neyo, whom was also withdrawn and enclosed. The Jedi Master was one of his few true friends.
As he stood there glaring at space, one of the clone troopers walked up to him, halting respectfully a few meters from him. Bacara turned around, eyeing the twin of his own face set upon the soldier. The brown eyes, short black hair, and sharp features all clones had, from the original, the bounty hunter Jango Fett.
"Sir, a transmission from the Supreme Chancellor. He wishes to speak to you" the soldier said, his tone short and neutral. Bacara mentally sighed, what could Palpatine want now? He nodded for the trooper to return to his post, and took out his small holo-device fastened by his belt. In a matter of seconds, the Chancellor's face appeared and began to speak.
"Commander Bacara, the 501:st Legion will join you once you enter realspace and Mygeeto's orbit. Their mission is crucial, it must not fail. See to it that they get any equipment they need." The Chancellor's voice was spiked with fatigue and stress, pointing out how much was required by him as a leader of the Republic. Though what Bacara did not know was that the Chancellor feigned his fatigue.
"Yes, Chancellor. I shall do as you command" Bacara raptly said, saluting the old man. Palpatine nodded curtly, and cut communications.
I only hope that the 501:st does not screw up. That will be our doom, if General Mundi finds out, he thought, as he hung the holo-device back into the utility belt.Then all the stars stopped streaming by, and retook their usual circular forms. So, we've reverted back to normal space again. Better contact General Mundi.