Ahsoka rubbed her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time as she studied the holomap, completely unable to decipher which part of the planet the trio was now looking at. Yawning, she leaned back and decided to let her masters continue the circular argument that had persisted for the past hour.

"Anakin, for the last time, there are no other landing options-"

"We can't land in that sector, Master; over eighty percent of the workers here are farmers. What was the point of evacuating the sector if we're going to destroy their fields- their livelihoods- and leave them a literal pile of bantha poop for them to come back to?" Anakin huffed in frustration. "I grew up with farmers, Obi-Wan. Losing your stock is like losing your life."

Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose. "I do understand, Anakin. But you must see the bigger picture. The rest of the planet's terrain is not suitable for the vehicles that we need to land. And it is vital that we do not let this planet fall into the hands of the Separatists. "

Anakin pouted. "I guess we'll do it your way," he sulked.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and glanced at Anakin. "Don't be so childish, Anakin. It's not my way; it is simply the reasonable way."

"How come your way always just so happens to be the 'reasonable way' and my way is always the wrong way?" asked Anakin as searched for his comlink to advise the troops of the new plan.

Obi-Wan patted his former Padawan's shoulder. "Your way is not always the wrong way," he said gently. He paused. "The Reckless Way, perhaps, the Not-Completely-Thought-Out-Way certainly-"

"Oh ha ha, Master, what night are you performing at the comedy club?"

Ahsoka walked over and lightly punched Anakin on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Master, you know we'll do the next celebratory pub crawl your way," she said, choosing to ignore the look on Obi-Wan's face that was about ask a) when did Anakin take his underage padawan on the first pub crawl and b) why was he not invited. "If it makes you feel better, maybe I can take small squad planet side first to scout it a little better and to make sure the damage to the fields is as limited as possible. Someone should be down there now anyway to make sure the last of the inhabitants are being evacuated."

Anakin considered the idea for a few moments before nodding slowly. "Yeah, okay, Snips that sounds good. Get Rex and couple of over troops down there and let me know how you think we should organize the landing."

Ahsoka gave her Master a mock salute. "You can count on me, Skyguy."

"So what do you think, Rex?" asked Ahsoka. "Think we can make the landing without too much damage?"

Rex nodded as he glanced at the notes they had made. "Yes, sir. If we separate the equipment correctly I think we should be able to make this landing as painless as possible for the inhabitants without giving up any strategic advantage."

Ahsoka grinned. "Sounds good. I'll contact Master Skywalker and let him know the new layout."

Ahsoka had just finished the call with Anakin when she heard shouts behind her. "Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!" Ahsoka whipped around and spotted a short man marching toward her. His clothes were green and drab. In one hand, he clutched a small trowel as if ready to take on the entire Separatist army himself. His other arm, however, cradled a perfectly preserved head of cabbage much in the same way that a mother would hold her newborn son.

Rex looked at Ahsoka, wondering if he should perhaps prepare to defend his Commander against the rusty trowel, when Ahsoka raised her hands in a placating gesture. "Sir, you really need to head over the evacuation site with the other townspeople."

The short man shook his head and pointed his trowel at Ahsoka. "No! I am here to protest against the invasion!"

Ahsoka nodded. "I understand your concerns about the Separatist invasion, sir, that's why we're evacuating."

The cabbage merchant look confused. "Separatist invasion? What Separatist? No! I am talking about this invasion," he said gesturing wildly to the nearby fields, "I am talking about your invasion of my cabbage fields!"

Ahsoka glanced at Rex. "Um, actually sir, the Jedi is here to rescue-"

The cabbage merchant leapt back as if he had been stung. "Jedi? Jedi? You- you're back?"

"Um-"

"Murderers! Heathens! You killed you babies! I moved to this planet to get away from your kind! "

Ahsoka blinked. "Sir? The Jedi don't kill babies. I mean, we take some babies to the temple to be Jedi, but only with the parents' permission, and we certainly don't kill them-"

The cabbage merchant shook his sadly, and looked into the distance as he prepared to relive a traumatic memory. "My cabbages," he whispered, "my treasures. They were destroyed by the Jedi many years ago. That's why I don't trust your kind. Destroyers of cabbage. Slayers of happiness!"

Ahsoka looked at Rex pleadingly, but it appeared that clone training, unfortunately, did not prepare its soldiers for cases involving distraught cabbage merchants.

"Look sir," said Ahsoka turning back to the shaking man, "I'm not sure what happened to your, um, babies in the past, but I assure you that we have come here today to ensure that your valuable cabbages are of the utmost importance to us. The Jedi have actually sent Captain Rex and I here to protect your-eh- treasures," she finished, pleased with her handling of the situation. Obi-Wan would've been proud of her use of words. Anakin would've rolled his eyes and told her drag the man and his kriffing cabbages to safety.

The cabbage merchant, at the very least, seemed ready to believe her. He looked at Ahsoka as if she were the cabbage savior he had looked for for so long. "Really?" he said. "You're here to protect my cabbages?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Of course. In fact I just told the generals to land in sector 52 instead of sector 47 so that we could preserve your fields."

Rex's face suddenly paled. "Uh sir, I think you may have confused the sectors. This is sector 52. You told the general to land here. In this field."

"What? No Rex that can't be right-"

Ahsoka's retort was drowned out by the thundering of the engines as Obi-Wan and Anakin's gunships approached the field, destroying the earth and anything that may have been growing beneath it.

Particularly cabbages.

Ahsoka could only watch as Anakin and Obi-Wan strolled out of the gunships and approached her and the cabbage merchant, who stood silently twitching as a grief he had not felt in ten years overtook him again.

"Hey Snips," greeted Anakin before taking in the scene before. The overturned earth. The shaking man with graying hair.

The torn leaves of cabbages that littered the scene.

"Oh no."

"MY CABBAGES!"