AN: Ok, so here is chapter two. I hope that you are enjoying the story so far. Please drop a review, it helps me to get an idea of what my readers like and improves my writing.

Disclaimer: Don't own star wars it belongs to Mr. Lucas. I own the plot and that's about it.

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Hundreds of clones, masked by their white armor moved in a sort of orchestrated chaos around a large battle cruiser. For a moment the two cloaked figures stood in awe of the mighty war machine letting their minds adjust to the enormity of the vessel. Both padawan's had said their goodbyes to their friends and packed what little they had. A jedi's lifestyle was a nomadic life, always on the move. The two padawan's carried only a change of clothes, their lightsabers and communicators; everything else was deemed unnecessary for a jedi.

Suddenly both communicators beeped to life and an eight inch glowing hologram of Master Farce glowed to life from the padawan's arms.

"I'm sorry, I must keep this brief. I wanted to see you off in person, but an emergency has arisen in one of the systems on the rim and I have been called to deal with it. I wish you the best and good luck….may the force be with you."

The hologram blipped out before Arima could say anything and it wasn't until Devan started playing it again that she realized that the transmission had been a recording. After they watched it one more time the two young jedi walked across a small gangplank and entered the ship.

Having rarely left the jedi temple, a large battle cruiser was a scary and new place to the two teenagers. The cold metal walls were in stark contrast to the lively flowing colors of the jedi temple. At the temple it was encouraged to tap into the beauty of life. Here it seemed the bulkheads were in place to remind you that you didn't have one anymore.

After a few minutes of staring at a map on the wall Arima let out a groan and grabbed a passing clone trooper's hand stopping him in his tracks.

"Um…excuse me trooper, where would I find Admiral Yelih?" She said struggling to remember the name of the commander they were supposed to report to.

"On the bridge maam." The trooper said and started to walk away.

"Wait! How do we get there." Devan asked quickly.

The clone trooper whirled around and walked the few steps back. He stared at the two padawan's with his cold black visor. "Look kids, I have ammo I need to load…this is really no place for children…now go back out and wait with the rest of the crew's family like everyone else."

Outside a small group of maybe forty individuals stood watching the last preparations being made. The small group served as a reminder that the majority of the thousands of men serving on the 'Guardian of Justice' were created for one purpose. The few non-clone members of the crew began saying their goodbyes to their loved ones. Back inside the ship Devan could sense Arima growing impatient. He reached out to calm her down, but she acted before any of his efforts could take effect.

Arima moved back the fold of her cloak to reveal the lightsaber hanging on her hip. "We are not children. We are the jedi escorts for this mission." She said, a tinge of anger in her voice at having been so easily dismissed because of her young age.

"I'm sorry maam…sir…please follow me." The clone said snapping off a hasty salute and inwardly cursing himself for belittling jedi.

The two padawan's returned the salute awkwardly and followed the trooper down a corridor and to a lift. All three climbed in and the trooper hit the button for the bridge. In such a large ship the ride would take several minutes. The three stood in silence until Devan suddenly spoke up.

"So what's your name trooper?"

The clone trooper looked at the male jedi, his confused face hidden behind the cold mask of his helmet. He assumed that he was going to be put on report, but to refuse to give out his serial number could result in a worse penalty.

"I am CT-2237." The clone said snapping another salute.

Arima rolled her eyes a little, "Not your number trooper…your name…I'm Arima, this is Devan." She said motioning with her hands like she would to a small child.

The trooper shifted nervously for a moment and then tilted his head toward the ground. "My apologies, general's but I only have my number….no name has been given to me."

Before Arima could say that it was absurd to not have a name, the doors to the turbo lift opened and the bridge came into view. Arima stepped out, but Devan remained behind for a second.

"Thanks for your help 2237." He said extending his arm forward to shake hands. The clone trooper hesitantly shook hands, saluted and watched the two jedi disappear from view as the lift doors closed.

"Ah the two experimental jedi. Welcome aboard the 'Guardian of Justice.' I'm Admiral Yelih."

Arima turned and a smile immediately lit her face. The man standing before them was very large, but held a warm friendly air about him. He appeared kind and welcoming; nothing like the cold hard commander that the two had expected to find.

"Come over here, we will be launching soon, and I need to debrief you on some of the details of our mission. I hope none of these clones gave you any difficulty. "

"No sir, the men under your command were quite helpful." Devan said. Arima held back from commenting on CT-2237's little blunder. She felt a slight pressure on her mind and immediately smiled. Devan had given her their version of a thumbs up through the force.

Oblivious to the communication through the force Admiral Yelih began to walk towards a door. "Please follow me…like I said there is much we need to discuss."

The two padawan's fell into step behind the Admiral and exited the bridge leaving many of the clones behind to ponder over their first encounter with a jedi.