Chapter 4
The plan would work.
It had to work.
Because if it didn't Anakin could die. And Obi-Wan would not, could not let that happen. He would die before it happened. Obi-Wan and his team, Skipper, Hotshot, Shiner, Ace, Lighting, and Rascal were to go through the vents. Rex took Fireball, Rogue, Lucky, and Ricochet to the subfloor disposal chutes. Obi-Wan and his group finished the first series of durasteel vents, but then were forced to exit the labyrinth of twists and turns, as the vents grew to small for anything even remotely resembling maneuvering. As they hurried along the corridor Obi-Wan felt a disturbance in the force. And that's when the wall exploded.
Obi-Wan staggered to his feet and checked his teammates. Ace and Lighting were down, but everyone else seemed O.K.. Suddenly droids came pouring through the hole in the wall. Super Battle Droids, Droidekas, Jedi Killers, Tinnies.
"Retreat!" Obi-Wan screamed. Running, running. No time for vents now. Skipper was down. Rascal was down. There was the door, only 15 meters away. A cry of pain. Only a little way farther, but could they make it? And then he was there, stumbling inside, doors closing behind him and what was left of his team. Rex was already there, boasting a no casualty loss. Obviously he'd had a far less eventful trip.
"You all right, sir?"
"Fine."
Obi-Wan looked about the Separatist control room, for that was where they were. The plan was working so far. The attack and lost clones were not anticipated, but they would have to make due. Obi-Wan produced a small device from inside his robe and pressed it to the control panel on the far side of the main computer.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light so intense, that everyone in the room was momentarily blinded. When vision returned, what the monitors read, left everyone in shock.