Disclaimer- Star Wars and Naruto belong to George Lucas and Masashi Kishimoto respectively, I claim no ownership over them.

Author's Note- Well I've edited, and edited, and edited, and I probably still have some mistakes, but at this point I'd say this is the best I could do. So enjoy!

Sasuke allowed a flicker of annoyance to cross his face before it once again became emotionless. What was taking his client so long? He'd been waiting here for nearly twenty minutes past the dead-line.

Releasing a resigned sigh, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Whilst he gave the appearance of someone who was going to sleep, in reality all his senses were on alert: detecting even the slightest noise.

Ten minutes later, the sound of soft foot steps approaching caused Sasuke to crack an eye open just enough to see if – yes, it was him. About time! He grumbled in his head.

Sitting up, he coolly scanned the cantina; seeing no threats he relaxed…marginally. Just because you couldn't see the enemy doesn't mean that they aren't there, the lazy voice of his silver-haired sensei echoed through his head.

His client slid into the seat in from of him, his clasped hands resting on the table. At Sasuke's raised eyebrow, the black haired man answered his silent question, "Sorry about the delay, there were some last minute arrangements that had to be sorted out. Bail Organa;" He said smoothly.

"Sasuke." Sasuke replied with a curt nod.

Ignoring Bail's raised eyebrow at his withholding of his last name – the Uchiha always took a bit of perverse fun in messing with the politicians – Sasuke pulled a datapad out of his cloak. Pushing it over to his client, he gave Bail a pointed look that clearly said, Well?

The Senator picked up the black case that was sitting beside his chair, and sliding it over to Sasuke, he asked, "I assume that's everything?"

Lifting amused black eyes from the case where they were counting credits, Sasuke replied, "Yes. Unless you have another assignment you wish me to complete?"

"No, if anything I think you should have the week off." Knowing that he probably looked like he hadn't slept in more than a week – which happened to be the case – Sasuke dismissed the hidden prompting with a grunt and a wave of his hand.

"I've been worse. Now," The dark-haired man leaned forward, and rested his hands on the table. His intense dark gaze seemed to bore into Bail's mind, seeming to know every secret he had ever hidden, "I know you need another job done, and I don't have the time to waste on frivolities."

The staring contest lasted for a few seconds before Bail looked away. Releasing a tired sigh, the Senator leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying the young man in front of him. It would do him no good if his agent collapsed from exhaustion. Stone cold, black eyes stared determinedly into his own. If it weren't for his record, he wouldn't even consider sending him out again. But Sasuke was recommended by word of mouth. He was not someone that you just hired off the street. No, he was someone that you came to and asked for his assistance. There was a reason why the select few that were able to hire him never had any complaints about the man. He was exceptional at getting the job done well, and once he agreed to something, he never backed down.

And so completing his examination, Bail's lips quirked up into a semblance of a smile as he made his descision. "My men weren't joking when they said you were smart…and stubborn."

Receiving no response from the stoic man in front of him he continued, "Yes, there is something we could use you for." The young man across from him smirked. A rare show of emotion if what he'd seen and his men had told him was true.

"We need an operative who can guide an infiltration team through the Separatist flagship – Centennial – and help sabotage her. Now I know that you prefer to work alone," Sasuke scowled, knowing that a "but" was coming. "But, we don't have time, nor someone with your skills readily on hand." Bail motioned to the datapad that still rested in the table, "Even if we have the schematics and the access codes, having someone who has been on the actual ground and who has done the actual footwork would be a great help. The team has already been assembled-"

"Hence the last minute arrangements." Sasuke interrupted sarcastically.

Raising an eyebrow, Bail nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes."

Now it was Sasuke's turn to lean back in his chair. "Who would I be escorting?" he inquired.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi and his former apprentice Anakin Skywalker."

Sasuke's scowl increased at the mention of the Jedi that were know throughout the galaxy.

"Kenobi and Skywalker, ..." Sasuke growled. In an Order is full of meddlesome beings; Kenobi and Skywalker are the some of the worst! Those two are known for sticking their nose where it doesn't belong, and then yelping in surprise when it gets bitten off. For the greater good, ha! It's a wonder they've survived this long. He mentally rolled his eyes. Hm, then again they'll need someone to make sure they don't get themselves killed...or captured. Like it or not, they actually might help us win this war. Leaning forward slowly, he locked eyes with Bail. After a moment of silence, in which the pro's and con's battled, he came to a decision. "I accept."

Obi-Wan released a tired sigh. Even after four hours of research that included comming Master Yoda and Jocasta Nu, he was no closer to finding out who the mysterious man in the black cloak was.

Master Yoda had stated that the closest Jedi on assignment were five systems away and that said Jedi would have no reason to be anywhere near the Larin system. Jocasta had informed him in a rather displeased voice that she'd had been unable to find anything either, though she did say that she'd look into it more. The edge in her voice was one that he had heard many times over the years; Madame Nu had found a mystery that she wanted to solve. And she would uncover something about this mysterious person, even if Obi-Wan didn't need the information anymore.

Now if he could only find that datapad… the sound of the door sliding open with a hiss pulled Obi-Wan from his thoughts. Raising his eyes from where they had been surveying his temporary quarters, he watched his apprentice, no, former apprentice, he corrected himself – stride into the room. His hair was slightly windswept and he was carrying two duffle-bags, one he identified as his, the other Anakin's.

"Master, are you still at it?" He asked in a resigned voice. "Senator Organa is waiting for us outside, I'm ready to go, and we're just waiting for you."

Rolling his eyes at the young man, Obi-Wan huffed. "The one time I'm late, everyone else happens to actually be on time." Scanning the room once again, his finally found what he'd be looking for. "Ah ha! Found it!" he exclaimed in triumph.

Reaching out a hand he pulled, and the datapad that had been half-way hidden under a pillow flew into his hand. "All right, my ever impatient padawan, we are now ready to go."

Next chapter will be out sometime next week...hopefully. :)

Please review, any constructive criticism, on plot, characterization, etc, is most welcomed. I really had a hard time with Obi-Wan and Sasuke and I'm not sure if I got them down right. So any comments on them would be awesome!

Tara