Warning. This will be a heavily flashback oriented chapter to explain the more important parts of this story.


-Flashback: One Week After Arrivel-

Jaune was shifting from side to side in a medical bed, as the memories of Beacon were running through his mind. Though those memories soon turn for the worst, causes him to gasp out in panic. His eyes looked upward at the bland white ceiling. Breathing in heavily, Jaune looked to the side, wondering why he wasn't feeling movement from his right arm.

Only to find out - once he looked down to where his arm would be - he didn't have his right arm anymore... It was just gone...

...

"AAHHHHH-!"

Jaune yelled out in utter terror, but then the pain of loosing an arm rushed through his body; causing him to rive in his bed, and grabbing what remain of his missing arm.

"MY ARM!"

Hearing Jaune's screams of fright and pain, two figures sprinted into the medical room. Upon first viewing of these two new comers, anyone could easily say that both were not Human, or even Faunus for that matter.

Both individuals, who were obviously Female, were quite differant in their appearances from one another. One was a pink skinned woman with two, twin like tails coming out from the back of her head. While the other woman possesses blue skinned with white facial markings, and a white hair like growth on her head, which was slightly similar to the first womens tails.

Though, Jaune didn't know that both of the women were in fact aliens. More specifically, a Twi-Lek, and a Togruta.

"Please, calm down Sir. You are fine, and safe now. Now please, you need your rest." The pink skinned Twi-Lek women explained, though Jaune was currently too distracted to hear. His eyes darting all around the room, as beads of sweat hastily appeared across his forehead; his thoughts spiralling untamed and uncontrolled across his mind.

"Where am I!? Where is my arm!?... What the fuck are you!?" Jaune exclaimed to them, in a state of panic; causing both woman to stare at each other in slight confusion until he started fidgeting again. His winces of pain getting heavier as time carried on.

"Ahh!"

Upon feeling something painful hit what remained of his right arm, Jaune looked to over to see the Togruta women stick a needle into his stump where his pain was stemming from. But as the needle was removed from his skin, his pain suddenly secede, causing Jaune to let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry Sir. I've just injected you with some Bacta, this should help with your pain." The Togruta woman lightly giggled out, as she placed the needle back inside of her lab coat. All the while the Twi-Lek women walked over to sit at Jaune's bedside to answer his questions.

"Your in Currosant General Hospital. You were brought here by a members of the Currosant Guard. We unfortunately have no information on what happened to your arm, and to answer your last question I'm a Twi-Lek. My name is Lap'fimaz, I am a doctor here. But, if it helps, you call me Lap." She explained to Jaune, smiling at him kindly, before then indicated to her colleague. "And this is Doctor Duna Rashar. Now if you don't mined Sir. What is your name?"

Jaune just stared at them. He was extremely unsure about the situation that he currently found himself in, but somewhere in his confused mind he knew that he wasn't on Remnant anymore. So, seeing no alternative, Jaune answered the Doctor's question.

"My name is Jaune Arc... short, sweet, rolls of the tongue; ladies love it." He chuckled out nervously, though he noticeably saw both girls raise what seems like their eyebrows.

"Do they now Sir?" Duna asked him politely as her lips curled up into a small smile.

Jaune, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly at her smile, chose to look around the room instead of letting his eyes linger on the blue skinned doctor. But upon looking around the room his eyes lands on the window.

Getting up from his bed - the two alien doctors making sure to keep close to him incase he were to fall - he stared to walk over to the rooms window.

Though upon looking outside the window, Jaune could see buildings higher than anything he'd seen on Remnant. He didn't know how high they were but his eyes landed on some small flying vehicles weaving in between them. Vechicles which were far beyond the technology Atlas could ever produce. Though what truly caught Jaune's eye's the most was the very large triangular shaped ships currently floating in the sky above them.

"What is that?" Jaune asked the two doctors, as he pointed, or more so tapping the window, in the direction of the ship. Both girls looked at each other in confusion yet again.

"That, my boy, is a Venator-Class Star Destroyer. One of many in service to the Galactic Republic."

Jaune and the two doctors then looked back, behind them, to see the form of an older man wearing red, formal robes.

"Hello. My name is Sheev Palpatine, High Councilor of the Grand Republic."

And it was at that moment onward that Jaune's life would change...

-End of Flashback-


A Nu-Class Attack Shuttle is seen landing inside a rather large hanger bay, where dozens - even hundreds - of mechanical and flight personnel were running around with varies supplies and equipment.

As the shuttle made contact with the durasteel flooring of the hanger, a few compressed puffs of compressed air was released as the frontal boarding ramp of the ship lowered. Revealing two people, patiently waiting for the ramp to finish its descent and make contact with the floor.

Upon making contact. Grand Admiral Jaune Arc, and Clone Marsal Commander Bolt crisply walked down the boarding ramp.

The two high ranking Officer's walked with purpose as they went through the maze like hallways of the large ship.

This was Jaune's personal ship. The flagship of the Republic Navy, and of the 26th Republic Naval Fleet. The Secutar-Class Star Destroyer, dubbed The Aurora. Like it's precursor, the Venator-Class Star Destroyer, the Secutar's main function was as a starfighter carrier - which it worked extremely well at being. With a fighter complement of over 700, it would most definitely be a suicidal act if any of the larger Sepratist capital ship's were to attack her.

As Jaune and Bolt continued with their walk through the Secutar's hallways, it became a notable occurrence in which the Grand Admiral would frequently great any of the Clone crew members that past them by their names. Of course, non of the crew would return the curtesy out of respect for their C.O, suiting to instead respond back with ether, "Sir", or "Grand Admiral".

Bolt, of course, did notice this, and had to commend the Grand Admiral for being able to remember each crewmens names correctly. Especially when the ship had a crew of arround fifty thousand.

"Grand Admiral. If I may speak freely?" Bolt asked his C.O, with Jaune simply giving a nod in the Commanders direction. Indicating for the man to carry on. "Sir. I am still remarkably surprised that you can remember each crewman by name. Sir if I may ask. How do you keep track?"

In response, Jaune placed both of his hands crispy, and correctly behind his back as turned his head to face the the Marsal Commander. "That simply answered Marsal Commander Bolt. No one person is the same, so it merely takes a keen eye to tell the minute differences between each of the crewmen stationed under my command. As for their name's... I am certain in that you are already aware of that answer."

Bolt only nodded in confirmation of the Grand Admiral's last staitment, and at the his apparent logical and deductive skills.

After a while of walking in silence - occasionally interrupted by Jaune greeting any members of the crew which walked by. Jaune and Bolt made it to the Aurora's bridge.

Looking over the dozens of bridge operating crew members at there control positions within the two trenches. Both Jaune and Bolt walked onto the bridges sentral walkway leading to the primary forward window. Standing at window were two figures, one being Clone, Fleet Captain Thunder.

Thunder was one of those Clones that Jaune would gladly risk his own life to save if the time ever came. Many other C.O's hardly cared for the lives of the Clones under their command, because to them, they've already served there purpose and died for the graiter good of the Republic. This was one of the things which made Jaune stand out from the other military leaders of the Republic; one of the reasons so many Clones requested to be put under his command. He truely cared for his mens lives.

Captain Thunder, assides from his command position, looked like any normal ships officer. Though, there was one small different which separated him from most of his counterparts. He possessed a set of electric blue eyes. Something which is considered to be a birth defect for most other clone.

Thunder, upon hearing the footfall of two individuals approaching him, turned to see both Jaune and Bolt making their way towards him.

"Grand Admiral. Marsal Commander. Welcome back Sirs'. I hope your leave was benafishal." Thunder saluted to the two men before Jaune gave the motion for the Captain to be at ease.

"It was Captain. Though personally, I would of preferred to stay." Jaune informed the Captain, before acknowledging the figure standing next to him. A Trolothian women, wearing light brown robes, and plastoid clone armour covering her lower arms and hands. The same metallic cylinder was also present, attached and freely hanging from the women's belt.

"Master Jedi..." Jaune greated with minimal enthusiasm. He believed that he made his point very clear, that he didn't like the Jedi administrating over his troops, nor his fleet for that matter. Still though, he couldn't help but respected them in some small way. Maybe it was due to his past profession as a huntsman. Ether way, Jaune still firmly belived in his opinion, that the Jedi shouldn't have place in the military, much less the rank of General.

'General' Adi Gallia. A Jedi Master, and member of the Jedi Council. Gallia had been assigned to Jaune when he first took commanded the 26th Fleet, and while she didn't say much or gone against most of his orders, she was still there to advise, and keep tabs on the actions of the fleet, as well as it's Grand Admiral.

Personally, she belived that the war was being drawn out perposfully. By whom exactly though she wasn't certain, and she had no evidence to prove her suspitions. Though she however suspected for some time now that the good Admiral knows the truth behind why the war was being drawn out. Sadly for her though, she cannot try him without physical evidence of him knowing, and even then only the military has any power over such things as to try there own.

Gallia turned around to acknowledge the Grand Admiral's arival, though automatically sensing his less than tolerable mood towards her. She and every other Jedi knew about the Grand Admiral's 'dislike' for the Jedi and there role within Republic's military.

Sighing to herself, she greated the Admiral. "Grand Admiral. I wasn't aware you were coming back to the Aurora?"

Choosing to ignore the Jedi Master's last statment, Jaune contined to walk to the main window. "I do hope you didn't try and get into my newest ship whilst I was gone, Master Jedi?" Jaune asked as he walked past the Jedi Master.

Looking out through the primary bridge's window, Jaune saw his newest ship. It was a Venator-inspired capital ship, but it's central hanger bay had been cut out, to be instead replaced by a large barrel of an energy cannon.

"I have tried. Though I still don't know why you are so adamant on keeping the Jedi out of such a secret?" Gallia questioned, also walking over to stand next to him.

"It would not be much of a secret secret project if I told anyone now would it, Master Jedi? I am afraid that only myself, it's technicians, and the High Chancellor himself are allowed to know." Jaune explained the conditions of the secret project to Master Gallia, though he managed to hide his knowing smirk from the Jedi. He knew what this weapon was capable of, and the power it contained.


-Flashback: Three Year's Prior-

Two figures were walking through the ruins of some desolated temple within the bowels of Currosant's lower levels.

The first individual appeared to be a man wearing a set of dark metallic armour. The mans armour consisted of beskar plated, light grey, magnetised combat boots; beskar plated shin and knee guards; all of which was attached to a blackish-green BDU, as well as including a darker set of beskar plated thigh armour, with integrated handgun holsters - a pair WESTAR-35 blaster pistol were held in each holster. A similar darker beskar metal was also used for the codpiece and the plated waistband, which held a couple of dark grey pouches. His chest was covered by a singular black gambeson vest with incorporated shoulder pauldrons; covered with multiple plates of the same dark beskar metal.

Though his body wasn't entirely covered in armour, such as on the mans wrists, which held a pair of specialised vambraces incorporating a variety of deadly tools. The tools consisted of: a flamethrower, a whip cord thrower, a pair of twin wrist blasters, a grappling line, and a retractable blade. Whilst on the mans back was a bulky looking jetpack, with incorporated homing rocket.

But above all the armour, and the specialised equipment, was the mans helmet. With a smooth and rounded deign made from dark beskar metal, the helmets sides consisted of a set of circular panels with a pair of communication and radar antennas extending out of both of them. Whilst it's faceplate had a black, T-shaped visor; surrounded by thick cheekbone plating, and sunken in cheeks.

This armour. Was Mandalorian armour. To some, it was consisted the best armour to ever be created within the galaxy. To others, it was seen as a symbol of might; only worn by the most capable and deadly warriors.

Moving along to the second individual. The figure appeared to be a tall humanoid lizard, with sandy yellow scales and orange eyes.

The majority of it's body was covered in what seemed to be a bright yellow and white flight suit, with the suits boots and gloves been removed at some point to allow room for it's clawed hands and feet to fit.

Unlike the man in armour, there was no mistaking what this individual was. He was a Trandosion, though not any normal Trandosion. For this was Bossk, one of the most notable, and notorious, bounty hunters during the Clone Wars.

"Are you sure this is where the Chancellor told ussss to go, Jaune?" Bossk asked the armoured man next to him - who was now to be revealed to be in actuallity Jaune - as he hissed lightly.

Raising his Relby-V10 mortar gun off his right shoulder, the Trandosion made sure to check for any movement within the darkened corners of the long abandoned temple. Jaune - seeing the sense in being prepared for the worst - unholstered one of his WESTAR-35 blaster pistols, as he slowly walked through the darkened temple with Bossk by his side.

"Yes. This is the location the High Chancellor specified." Jaune replied to his Trandosion ally. "Come on, I'd prefer that we be quick about this."

Now. You might be wondering how Jaune Arc - Admiral of the 26th Fleet - would ever make 'friends' with a individual as infamous as Bossk?

Well, Jaune would merely answer that he has a habit of making weird friends.

Though, Bossk would then say that he was originally tasked to kill Jaune because he managed to get a bounty placed on him a couple years back. But Jaune, who had somehow managed to survived an infested forest filled with Grimm one time during his childhood, simply applied what he'd learn as a child against the Trandosion hunter; surviving against all the odds while also gaining the bounty hunters respect.

Since that point onwards, Bossk now mainly worked for Jaune; not only as a bounty hunter and an assassin, but also as a military/naval commander within the 26th Fleet.

As the two continued to walk though the dark corridors of the temple, they soon came upon a large stone door. The door itself seemed to be as old as the temple around them, with it being covered in similar symbols too ones seen throughout the temple.

Coming to a stop in front door, both men looked too the doors border, to see if there was some way of opening the entryway. Though, within mere moments of them stopping to investigate, the doorway just started to rise. The unmistakably lowed noise of stone sliding against itself was heard echoing throughout the temple until it eventually stopped.

Both Bossk and Jaune gave one another a quick glance to check if the other touched anything, to it which they didn't. Meaning that ether someone or something knows of they presence within the temple.

"Okay... This place has definitely gained my attention." Jaune pointed out as he raised his pistol in the direction of newly opened entrance, with Bossk proceeding to do the same. With a single nod to each other, they cautiously and slowly walked forward; towards the new room.

"What wasss the mission again?"

"To find an artefact housed at this location." Jaune vaguely explained to his companion, though as soon as the two individuals walked into the room their eyes immediately landed upon a red triangular prism which sat atop of a centralised pedestal.

Bossk, noticing that Jaune was still walking in the direction of the prism, grabbed the armoured Admiral's shoulder to hold him back.

"I wouldn't if I were you. Ssss... We don't know if it'sss dangerousss." Bossk warned his ally, but Jaune simply stared upward at Bossk through his helmet's visor.

"We've on a time schedule here, and we don't have the time to check the entire room for potential boobytraps. Besides, my helmet's sensors don't detect anything dangerous besides some odd energy reading coming from that pyramid over there." Jaune indicates to the prism located on the pedestal. "And seeing as that's the only thing of any note within this place, I'd hazard a guess that's the artefact we need to collect."

Bossk just sighed in response, but inevitably nodded with his companions reasoning. Releasing Jaune shoulder, the armoured blonde gave a quick nod of appreciation to the Trandosion before he continued to walk towards the pedestal which held the triangle prism; holstering his pistol as he did.

With each step Jaune took towards the prism, it was almost like the temperature would dropped a few degrees. Like there was a foreboding presence, telling him to turn back and run away, and if he doesn't... he will suffer the severe consequences...

Jaune continues forward.

Upon reaching the pedestal, he slowly, and carefully, extended both his hands outward and toward the crimson prism; gently lifting it off the pedestal...

...

... Nothing happened...

...

... He had honestly expected something to happen. Like, once prism was removed from it's pedestal, the temple would start to collapse in on itself.

But, as it turns out, nothing happend.

So Jaune, now in posession of the artefact, walked back to Bossk, who was waiting patiently by the chambers entrance.

"Is this it? Ssss... Is this what the chancellor wanted?" Bossk hissed, looking towards the red prism. "It doesssn't look much..."

"Maybe not." Jaune replyed, looking at the artefact held within his ferm grasp. "But if we were told to retrieve it, it must be important somehow."

Jaune could still feel that cold presence coming from the prism as it lay in his hand. Though, slightly less so now...

"Return to the fleet Bossk; rest up. I'll deliver this to the Chancellor personally." Jaune offhandedly informed his companion; taking a quick look back too the central pedestal, before both men started their long walk out of the dark temple and back to their ship.

-Time Skip: Several Hours Later-

Jaune, who was dropped off at an exit to one of the Chancellor's secret escape tunnels by Bossk, walked briskly down the narrow, grey corridor. The artefact safe within his robotic hands grasp.

Upon reaching a security door, which would normally lead to the secret escape tunnel he was currently in, Jaune made sure the quickly scan the next room for any life signs.

Finding that there was no life signs detected, Jaune proceeded to open the door which placed him within the Chancellor's main office. The room was indeed empty, though his scanners did detect a single life sigh within one of the main office's side rooms. Specifically the Chancellor's private office.

Proceeding to walk in the direction of the Chancellor's private office. Though on his way to his destination Jaune had to walk through an elegantly decelerated hallway filled with a couple status, a few vases, a curved window - which allowed some natural light to coat most of the art pieces - and most notably, a large mural, which depicted the 'Great Hyperspace War Bas-Relif'; which was Jaune's personal favourite piece out of the Chancellor's collection.

Trying not to get sidetracked by the mural, Jaune continued on through the hallway until he entered the Chancellor's private office.

Unlike his main office, which was quite vibrant in it's design, the Chancellor's private office held no colour at all, with the majority of the room shaded in a metallic greys and blacks. The office was also small, though it still processed a large curved window as well as enough room to house a few people.

Looking around the room a bit more, Jaune noticed that Palpatine was sitting on one of the three black chairs present within the room; currently facing away from the armoured Admiral. Most likely at work on his private supercomputer.

Jaune apparently didn't have to wait long though, as Palpatine suddenly looked up from his work as if he suddenly felt something new. With a press of a button located on one of the chairs arms, it began to rotate aroud; allowing Palpatine to face his visitor.

"Ahh. Admiral Arc. It is truly a wonder to seeing you... Did you find what I asked for?" Palpatine welcome warmly, before getting down to the current matter at hand.

"Yes, we did. Another piece for your art collection?" Jaune asked, passing the triangular prism to the Chancellor; causing Palpatine to smile at the sight of it.

"Yes... in a way. I am a collector of many rare artefacts, but this particular artefact Admiral is much more then a simple eye pleaser. This my dear boy, is a Sith holocron. An object that can do a great many thing." Palpatine explained to Jaune as he rose from his chair.

Jaune just cocked his still helmeted head slightly at what he was being told. "Apologies Chancellor, but I don't really see anything truly special about this 'holocron'. What does it exactly do?"

The secret Sith Lord simply walked past the armoured Admiral, and continued onwards until he reached the hallways window. Jaune fallowed a few steps behind him. Waiting patiently for a response.

And, without looking directly at him, Sidious gave him his answer.

"Holocron's, my dear Admiral, are vast libraries of knowledge. The possible uses for a holocron are endless... It is even said that they can tell a person the future. But who truly knows."

Sidious then turned to face Jaune, who had by this point removed his helmet. His face was in clear view of the Dark Lord.

"They can also be used as an immense energy source. Specifically, an energy source for my latest project. X-01 Proto Cannon. The newest weapon created for the Republic, and it's suspected to be capable of eliminating a small fleet of separatist cruisers in a matter of seconds."

Sidious took a much closer look of the prism within his hand. Smiling at his own reflection within the it's crimson hued.

Looking back up to Jaune he could easily tell that he had gained his attention. So, with a single motion of his hand, Sidious handed the holocron back to Jaune. Gaining a confused expression from the blonde Admiral.

"The decision is yours, Jaune. Do you wish for me to open this holocron, and allow you to learn the secrets of the Sith. Or, do you wish to go with my idea, and use it as an energy source to destroy the Separatist Alliance once and for all?"

Jaune just stared at the holocron within his hand. Ether gain the knowledge of the Sith, or be in command of one of the most devastating weapons this war has ever seen. It was a tough choise to make.

But, truthfully speaking, he had already made his choice a long time ago.

"How long till the weapon will be ready?"

Sidious smiled darkly at Jaune.

"it's already complete, Grand Admiral..."

-End of Flashback-


"In any case Master Jedi, I believe that we have a mission and time is of the essence. Captain, send word to all the ships. We are preparing for a hyperspace jump to the Outer Rim, Arkanis Sector." Jaune gave his orders, resulting in a crisp nod from Captain Thunder as he moved to command pits to oversee the fleets jump into hyperspace.

Satisfied with how thing are going, Jaune gives command of the Aurora's bridge back the Thunder before leaves for his quarters.

Seeing as the fleet has yet to enter hyperspace, Jaune removes his holocommunicator from his belt as he walked through the halls of the Aurora. Activating the device a blue holographic image of an alien figure appeared.

It was a kaminoian. A alien race mainly known for the creation of the Republic's Clone army.

Her name is De-Sasha, and she was the lead director in charge of the Proto-Cannon's creation and maintenance.

"Director Sasha." The Kamino woman looked at Jaune with a surprised look

"Grand Admiral Arc. What do I owe this pleasure too?"

"I merely wish to check on the status of the Proto-Cannon before we enter hyperspace." The long-necked director smiled in response, as she shifted towards the right, as if to show she was motioning to something.

"It is working beyond our expectation Grand Admiral. I assure you that our next hyperspace jump will not damage the weapon." Jaune nodded to the Director, thanking her for the update before then ended the call.

After a few minutes of peaceful walking through the near empty hallways of the Aurora, Jaune soom arrived at his quarters.

The rooms delegated for the ships senior command staff were in fact quite small, consisting of only the main sleeping area and an on suite. Though considering Jaune only needed enough room for himself and his wife, he thought that it was good enough.

Unlike his private office, his quarters were mostly baron of anything personal relation to it two primary occupants. The only things of note - that weren't standard issue - were two items.

The first being a rather large shard belonging to a curtain red crystal, which lay on the rooms wall shelf, while the second object was a red hued artefact in a shape of a large dagger. It was a tooth which belonged to a Chiss-Goria. Though personally, Jaune had never encountered such a creature in which it's teeth could be classified as daggers.

Jaune walked over to the two artifacts and picked up the crystal shard. It was known as Blaze Dust on Remnant. Since the beginning, back before Jaune was teleported from Remnant, he had attempted to integrate dust into his weapon. The only thing that stop him was... the history.

Jaune takes a closer look of the shard. A frown forming on his face as he feels it's weight on his robotic hand.

"Someone is looking sad, My Handsome Soldier." A voice called out from behind him.

It was a bit higher pitched, but also at the same time a bit deeper. It was the tone of another soldier.

Jaune turned his head towards the bathrooms door he saw a blue skinned woman with long wavy dark blue hair, that reached elegantly down to her shoulders. Though the most eye catching thing about her were in fact her eyes, which were a lightest red in hue, though her iris's were coloured in much darker shade of red.

Her name is Ar'alani, a Chiss Woman who also served in the Chiss Military before she was transferred over to add the Republic, and she was also Jaunes Wife. So in fact, her full name would be Ar'alani Arc.

Though, something that immediately caught Jaune's eyes was that she wasn't in her uniform, but instead she was only wearing a pure white towel.

Jaune would be lying if he said that his wife wasn't beautiful. She has perfect curves, DD Cup Breast's, and her figure is to kill for, though it wasn't her beauty that Jaune married her for. In fact it was her determination and will to go on no matter the odds, that won her his complete loyalty and love.

"I was just thinking about home, My Blue Death." Ar'alani smiled sadly at her husband. She walked over to hug the white man from behind, while also taking a gander at the Dust Crystal still nestled within his robotic hand.

"We'll find it one day, don't worry." Ar'alani reassured him.

Ever since Jaune had joined the Republic military he had asked Alpha to start searching every section of the galaxy for Remnant's location, even the unknown regions of space. Though strangely, Remnant wasn't catalogued on any known map within the galaxy, not even by a differant name. So, to Jaune knowledge, he has no way to get back home.

"I know." Jaune replies happily to his wife, before turning to face her. "But as long as I'm with you, I will always feel at home."

With no resistance, Jaune planted a kiss on Ar'alani's lips. The two stayed like that for good while, content and happy to be in their partners loving embrace.


-Flashback: Ten Year's Prior-

Ar'alani, before she married to Jaune and became an Arc, was just a simple and loyal Chiss Soldier within the Chiss's military.

Rght now though, that loyal Chiss soldier was panting hard, much harder then any normal organic being.

She, along with a small detachment Chiss soldiers, was on a reconnaissance and cataloging mission within the more central systems of the galaxy, but upon reaching this frozen plane - which was designated as Hoth - her ship was shot down by what appeared to be a group of mechanised starfighters. She was the only survivor.

But as luck would have it, she was able to fined what appeared to be a long abandoned base that seemed to have once belonged to an as yet unknown group. She surmised that this unknown group must of ether left this facility to the elements, or that the elements themselves killed them. Ether option was possible in her mind.

Ar'alani was currently catching her breath, as she had been running almost nonstop for the last hour or so in an attempt to find some shelter from the cold climate of Hoth. Leaning against one of the bases walls, which upon closer inspection were made completely out of carved ice, she took note of what she currently had on her.

Her standard military uniform, comprised of a dark grey polymer armour, as well as a hastily made face mask and cloak, made from segments of dark cloth she managed to recover from the crash site. She hoped that the inclusion of the cloak and mask would help with the cold, but sadly it didn't.

Seeing the need to keep going, less she freaze to death, Ar'alani continued onward through the desolated halls of the abandoned base; soon reaching a crossroads.

Her choices were ether: go left, or go right...

"Okay non vea way?" She muttered to herself in Cheunh.

Ar'alani didn't have time to make a choice though, as she soon heard multiple footsteps coming from the left hallway. Seeing the possible danger of staying were she was and also being unarmed, she quickly sped back down the way she came from.

-Meanwhile: At the Left End of the Intersection-

Jaune Arc, who was at this moment in time a Fleet Captain for the Republic's 7th Fleet, was currently walking though the ice covered hallways of a long abandond Old Republic bace.

His mission was to search for any survivors from an unidentified ship which crashed here a few hours prior due too an attack from a rough group of Vulture Droid Starfighters.

Due too the cold and dangerous environment of Hoth, Jaune had to be given some extra protection to help him against the elements. He still wore his standard issue Republic naval uniform, consisting high leather boots, leather gloves, grey trousers; a great jacket with a silver buckled, leather belt, but in addition to that he was also given an armoured chest plate, helmet, and a DC-17 blaster pistol - usually used by Republic officers in the rare case that they had to go into a battle.

To help with the cold though... he was only given a rather durable looking grey military trench coat, which extenden down just past his leather boots, as well as 'woollen' grey scarf and a set of military goggles.

Apparently, the coat was meant to protect the wearer from any harsh environment a naval office might experience on a planet, or that's what one of his superior said. But the truth was... it was barely any better than a standard rain coat.

He wish he was the same size as a Clone, their cold weather armour would of been much better that this.

Speaking of Clones, he was currently being acompanied by two troopers for safety reasons. Both of whom were wearing their standard issue, Faze-II cold weather armour, as well as armed with a DC-15S each.

"Bzzzt, Vrrrrr, Dooooo." A mechanized sounded came from behind both Jaune and the two Clones, causing all three men to turn around to face their fourth and final member of their search party.

The droid bounty hunter, C-21 High Singer. A speciallised combat droid in the survice of Captain Jaune Arc, and was currently armed with a E-5 Heavy Carbine.

"Yes, I am fully aware that it is cold Sin but bare with it... Par gods sake! Your a droid. You shouldn't even feel the cold." Jaune informed his mechanised companion.

The droid just looked down at Jaune, due to it being a foot higher then him, and despite its unmoving, mechanical face it still gave a respectable deadpanned look.

"Brrr Ssssshhhh Reeee."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off as Droid Racist..." Jaune rubbed the back of his grey helmet as the twoo troopers chuckled lightly at the conversation between their Captain and the bounty hunter. Yep... Jaune Arc has a strange ability to make weird allies.

As the four man team kept walking though the abandoned base they soon found a new passageway on their right side, which continues on for a good distance.

"Alright. Sin, you and Maxin continue along this corridor." Jaune indicated ahead, were the team was originally heading. "While myself and Clip check out this new tunnel. We'll meet back at this position in 30. Understood."

"Zzzzzt. Reee. Toooo." Sin confirmed, before both him and Maxin continue down the hallway. Their footsteps were still heard as Jaune and Clip turned to go down the right corridor.

The next twenty minutes ticked by rather fast and neither of the two men could see any sign of their mission objective. Jaune was starting to believe that they weren't going to find anyone here, but as they turned around the next corner a humanoid shape bolted past him; causing him to be nocked into one of the ice walls and fall to the ground.

By the time he has recovered enough to draw his sidearm form its holster, Jaune noticed a few thing had happened.

First and foremost was that that Clip's DC-17S was currently being armed at his head. Secondly, the person holding the blaster wasn't in fact Clip, but instead a blue skinned woman. And lastly, said blue skinned woman had apparently incapacitated Clip in merely a few seconds.

Suddenly Jaune was starting to get second thought about volunteering for this rescue mission...

"Eban'cehn yourself!" The woman commanded as she switched the off the blasters safety, causing Jaune to raise his gun lightly. Pointing it at her stomach.

"Ma'am. I am Captain Jaune Arc of the Grand Republic." Jaune answered carefully. He wasn't completely sure if this woman could fully understand him, but seeing that he could understand half of what she said, he could only hope.

The woman narrowed her red eyes at the Republic Captain; not back down from their mutual stand off.

"... And what does the... Republic want with Hoth?..." She questioned in Basic, though Jaune could easily tell that she was having some trouble with it not being her primary language. "It... hardly holds any strategic value for you. So why is the Republic here?"

Seeing that she was getting a better grasp of how to speak in galactic Basic, Jaune slowly lowers his sidearm down. He needed to be careful with this.

"I was ordered by my superiors to find you." Jaune answered carefully.

Ar'alani blinked several times at Jaune response. A baffled look overcame her featchures as she truly believed that no one would come to save her; especially not someone who wasn't apart of the Chiss Ascendancy.

"But...why?... I'm just a soldier..."

Jaune could only agree with her. By all reasion she was right. Why would a government, who desires solitude and security, ask for outside help to find a replaceable soldier? To him it made no sense.

"I don't know the exact reason, but my orders were to find you. Though personally, if I get to save a pretty lady like yourself, I wouldn't mind traversing this frozen planet." Jaune honestly stated; causing Ar'alani to give him gentle smile.

"Your a strange man Jaune Arc..." Ar'alani said in responce as she lowered her weapon completely.

"Yeah, I've been told that." He chuckled lightly as both took this as a time to relax a little.

Sadly though, their time together was interrupted by the sound of footsteps that were coming from behind Ar'alani, which immediately causing her to raise her blaster again in defence.

Though as she began to turning around Jaune figure that Ar'alani must not have taken into account her body's heat melting the ice below her, because as soon as she began to rise from her crouched position she slipped on a patch of melted ice; resulting in Ar'alani falling flat on her face...

Looking up from fallen, and probably hurt, woman, Jaune soon saw the large metallic form of Sin walk calmly round the corner.

Sin, upon arriving, simply looks down at the scene which lay out in front of him.

Firstly there was unknown, blue woman growning face down in a pile snow. Then too an unconscious Clip, who could easily be considered as a corpse at this point. And then finally settling on Jaune, who was currently sitting in a puddle of melted ice.

With an unreadable face of a cold calculating droid, Sin spoke.

"Reee Quuuuu Fuuuurrrr."

"... Oh stop complaining you damn bucket of bolts!" Jaune yelled at the droid.

-End of Flashback-


After spending a few minutes within her husbands caring embrace, Ar'alani reluctantly left his side to get dressed.

As a Fleet Admiral within the Republic navy, Ar'alani still wore the standard grey uniform similar to ones use by most of the Clone naval officers within the Republic. The only difference was that her rank plate showing her as a Fleet Admiral, well that and she doesn't usually wear a naval cap.

At the moment she was almost finished with her preparations, she just needed to brush out her long wavy hair and then she'd be finished.

"Dear, what is this new mission I've heard about? You said you'd be on leave for a couple more days." She turned away from her mirror to face Jaune, who was adjusting his white uniform. "Did you think shaving that hideous beard of yours would make me forget?"

Jaune merely looked at her with mild annoyance. "I personally thought that beard made me look more authoritative and tougher."

Ar'alani just giggled at his response, causing Jaune to go back to adjusting his uniform. "Something important came up; are new mission is to open up trade negotiations with Jabba the Hutt, and in return he will allow the Republic to use some secret hyperspace rought."

Ar'alani's smile then turned into a frown once Jabba was mentioned. "Yeah, I'm not to happy about it either, but it's our orders. I only hope that these secret hyperspace routes will finally put an end to this war."

His wife, upon hearing that last statment, smiled once more. Walking over to Jaune, she pulled him into a loving embrace.

They had both wished for a Republic victory to happen for a long time now. Neather of them were getting any younger, and in truth, both wanted to start the next step of their live. To start a family together. But, they both knew that at long at the Clone Wars continued, they would never get the opportunity to.

So, if doing this mission meant that she'd be one step closer to having a that life with Jaune, Ar'alani would gladly do it.

"Then let us make haste, My Handsome Soldier." She finally announces, planting one final kiss on her husbands lips.

And like that, both husband and wife made their way to the Aurora's bridge.

On the bridge, Captain Thunder was making final checks for the fleet-wide jump to the Arkanis Sector along with Jedi Master Adi Gallia, while Marsal Commander Bolt and Bossk, the Trandosion bounty hunter, were looking out upon the fleet through the main window.

"Captain." Jaune exclaimed once he along with Ar'alani entered the bridge, catching everyone's attention, though most specifically Thunder's.

"Grand Admiral. Fleet Admiral." Thunder greeted both Jaune and Ar'alani with a crisp salute.

"At ease Captain, have you uploaded the hyperspace coordinates to the rest of the fleet yet?" Jaune asked the Captain as he and his wife walked up to main window.

"I have just finish with that, Sir. All we need now is for you to give the order." Thunder confermed as he waited patiently for his CO's order.

Receiving just a single nod from Jaune, Thunder gave out the order to jump.

After a few moments of waiting, one by one, all the ships of the 26th Fleet, including the Aurora, jumped into hyperspace.

Though, upon entering the hyperspace tunnel, the ship shook around them violently. Causing everyone on the bridge to lose balance for a moment, with most of the crew who weren't in the command pits having to hold on to something for support.

Jaune, being one of the more luckyer one along with Master Gallia and Bossk, managed to stay on his feet throughout the event. Though sadly his wife had lost her footing early on, causing him to catch her before she fell; resulting in him having to her close to him for safety.

"Thanks for the help." She exclaimed as she held onto Jaune.

"Status!" Master Galia commanded to the Clones stationed within the command pits.

"It's a hyperdrive malfunction, General! It's affecting the entire fleet!" One of the pit officers anounced.

"What kind of malfunction!?" Jaune demanded, though before the Clone could give him an answer the ship shook once again, and this time a bright flash filled the room.


-Unknown-

Six ships exit out of hyperspace.

The 26th Fleet's command ship, The Aurora. Two Venator-Class Star Destroyers, the Mors and the Striker. A single Accelmator-Class Assault ship, and lastly, two Consular-Class cruisers.

Within the primary command bridge of the Aurora, Jaune, with some difficulties, manages to gets up onto his feet. Though his vision was slightly blured from... whatever just happened.

"JAUNE?!"

Jaune, upon hearing his name being yelled, looked over to find Bossk, who appeared to be leaning on one of the bridges control panels for support. Though the odd thing was that the Trandoshan bounty hunter was staring at him in what appeared to be shock.

"My love?!"

Jaune, hearing his wife's voice, and remembering that she was next to him before whatever happened, quickly went to her aid. Though upon looking to Ar'alani - who was currently getting up from the floor of the bridge - Jaune noticed a few things.

The first being that she was now much shorter than him; her dark blue hair, which was once long and flowing, was now much shorter and flat. Though what mainly took Jaune by surprise was her face...

"Ar'alani!?" Jaune asked out as he helped her to her feet. "You look so young..."

"So do you..." Bossk commented from the other side of the bridge, throwing him a signalling mirror to use to look at himself with... And shock was clear once he saw himself...

He looked almost the same to when he was on Remnant...

"What...?" Master Galia spoke to herself, also getting up to look at herself in the reflection one of the terminal to see that she as well had regressed in age.

"Sir's... You may wish to see this..." Thunder - who looked genially the same for some reason - motioned for the rest of the bridges command staff to look out of the main window.

What they saw was a rather natural looking planet, with noticeable land formations and oceans. But the thing which took most of the crews attention was the planets shattered moon.

Ar'alani covered her mouth in realisation. She knew of the shattered moon which orbited her husbands home planet, though sadly the rest of the bridge staff didn't, with them instead looking at the satalite with mild surprise. That was until a gloved fist hits the bridges main window, causing a spiral of cracks to form on it's serface.

Everyone looked to their supreme commander with shock, but it was all but muted once they saw his face. He expression was that of pure and directed rage...

"We have returned everyone." Alpha informed over the bridge speakers, confusing the mojority of the command crew.

"To Master Arc's homeworld."

"We have returned to Remnant."