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DISLCAIMER: I DON'T OWN STAR WARS. I DO own Rayn and other OC's

(Rayn Tarwynn)

It had been seven days now since Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker, and Rex had come to the base on Dantooine.

The good news was that Rex and Master Kenobi were doing very well. Rex was out of the sling and Master Kenobi could walk without crutches, though he still had to keep the splint on his leg and limped.

The bad news was that Anakin only had another three days to wake up for anyone to have any hope of him waking up. Ever. If his visible injuries were the ones keeping him from waking up, I would be much more hopeful about his recovery. Sadly, Anakin must have had a strong blow to the head at some point; that would be the only reason as to why he would still be in a coma by this point. Despite being only a mild coma, his outward injuries shouldn't be enough to keep him under anymore.

The good news about Anakin was that his breathing was getting better. It was no longer ragged gasps, but something more like spaced-out sighs. Every few seconds, he would take another shallow breath, signaling to me that he was still alive.

I sighed and went back to folding blankets inside the room that Master Kenobi and Rex had been in.

After a little while, I finished up and picked up a stack of blankets, turning to open the door. Right as my hand was about to open it, it opened from the outside and Master Kenobi stood in the doorway.

"Good morning, Master Kenobi." I greeted him. "Can I help you?"

"I just want to know how Master Skywalker is." He replied.

"Outwardly he's doing fairly well considering his condition." I explained. "I never really did ask, but how did this happen?" I needed to know if Anakin could have been hit on the head. If not, his chances of waking up were even worse.

Master Kenobi sighed, beginning to explain. "We were on a planet near here, attempting to settle a border dispute. We did manage to calm down the planet, but some of the citizens apparently didn't agree with us. When Anakin and I were taking off in our ship, the fuel cell exploded and we quickly crashed back onto the planet surface. The leaders of the planet were very apologetic and gave us a ship to use, but we were in bad shape. That's when we got here."

I nodded. "Do you know if Anakin suffered a head injury?" I asked him.

"It's possible. Why?"

"I think head trauma would be the only reason that he hasn't woken up yet. Outwardly, I know he could recover easily. So whatever's going on is either slow recovery because of his body or there's something much more serious going on. Sadly, I don't have the technology here to be able to diagnose too much internal damage. If he doesn't wake up in the next three days, transferring him to Coruscant might be his only chance."

Master Kenobi slowly nodded. "Thank you." I watched as he tried to hide a wince as he shifted his weight.

"Is your leg bothering you?" I asked him.

"No, no." He assured me. "It's just stiff. When you're as old as me, you'll understand."

"You can't be that old, Master Kenobi."

He rolled his eyes. "Anakin always harasses me about being 'old.'"

I laughed, thinking about how we'd tease my cousin – Tarrin – about how he was old when I was living on Dantooine. Even though he was only 50-years-old, my siblings and I would always tease him. I miss those days…My smile fell as I wondered if I'd ever even see Tarrin again.

"Well, if your leg really does get stiff, come find me." I told him.

"Thank you, I will." He said with a smile.

"Oh, and Master Kenobi, I don't think you're that old." I said with a grin.

He chuckled. "Thank you, but you should tell my Padawan."

I nodded, hoping that I would get a chance to tell him that.

LATER

(Obiwan Kenobi)

I was exhausted after spending hours staring at the sky and strategizing with Master Yoda. The Separatist ships still hadn't done anything since their last shipment of scouting droids.

"What do you think they're doing?" Rex asked as he stood next to me out on the forest floor.

I shrugged. "Planning, scouting, trying to figure out what could have killed their droids. Maybe they're even still trying to get a signal from the last probe droids."

"They've been up there too long for my liking. I think they suspect something." Rex replied.

"They might. If they are, they will most likely send another vessel of probe droids down to try and confirm their suspicions before coming down here; armed and in person."

"Well, if they do make a move, we'll be ready." Rex told me, standing up as our replacements came to take over.

We walked inside the compound, and then went separate ways. I was thinking about the Separatist ships.

Would we be ready if they attacked? There weren't very many battle-ready men on Dennaskar.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, that I didn't even notice the young clone boy struggling to carry six guns until I was already on top of him. Next thing I knew, we both were on the ground with all six guns scattered across the floor.

"Sorry!" Jaevo apologized as he gathered up the guns.

"It wasn't your fault." I told him as I grabbed one for him, then handing it to him and noticing the fresh bandage on his hand.

"How did you hurt your hand?" I asked, curious for answers.

Jaevo glanced at his hand, then at me. "I cut it on the gun racks. That's all."

I stood up and helped him up. "Sounds like you should be more careful." I said with a smile.

Jaevo flashed a small grin. "I will."

I glanced over to my left as Rayn came up beside us. "Change of plans, Jaevo. Hatchet and his group needs those guns, not Jinx."

Jaevo nodded and walked off to find the clone named Hatchet.

"He's a hard worker." I commented.

Rayn nodded. "He's a good kid, too."

"If you don't mind me asking," I started hesitantly. "How is he here on this base, but still only a child?"

Rayn sighed. "Jaevo's a...well, a mistake. When he was being created, something went wrong and he didn't get altered enough. Nothing has physically changed and nothing's wrong with him, but he grows at a normal rate just like any other child. He's 10-years-old, inside and out."

"So why is he not in training with other clone recruits?"

"When the overseers of the clones discovered that he grew normally, they wanted to terminate the problem."

"They wanted to kill him?" I cut in.

Rayn nodded. "One clone doesn't matter to the Kaminoans. Especially if that one clone is malfunctioning. But Jinx wasn't going to let them kill an innocent child. So, he fought to let Jaevo live. After a few weeks of constant arguing, the overseers decided to let Jaevo live, but only if Jinx would take care of him. Ever since, it's been Jinx's responsibility to train him and watch over him. So when Jinx was shipped out to here, Jaevo followed."

I stroked my beard, taking in everything.

"Please don't tell Jaevo that I told you this. He doesn't like having people know. He feels like a burden to most men here." Rayn explained.

"Why is that?"

"A few clones have made it clear that they only think of him as a troublesome boy that belongs on Kamino or in the ground." Rayn told me. "So, naturally, he tries to keep it a secret."

I nodded, understanding. "I would never have guessed."

"He doesn't deserve it, but that's what happened. So Jinx and I try to train him as much as possible. He's become a pretty good medic as well as a soldier." Rayn smiled at the last part.

"Well he learns from a wonderful medic." I commented.

"Thank you."

"How long have you been a medic, Rayn?" I asked her.

"Almost a year now." I could tell that she was surprised by the question, but I was curious.

"That short of a time?" I asked her. I would have guessed she'd been a medic for much longer.

"I did a little here and there, but I've only been a full-time medic for a year." Rayn explained.

"Well, you're certainly very good at it." I told her.

"Thank you, Master Kenobi."

"Please, call me Obiwan." I instructed her.

She nodded and smiled. "Then thank you, Obiwan."

He struggled to open his eyes, grimacing at the pounding headache he had.

"Where am I?"

He tried to sit up, but agonizing pain shot up his side. He cried out and fell back into the pillows. He clutched his side as he tried to even his breathing.

That was when he remembered what had happened. The fuel tank exploding, the ship careening to the ground below, a heavy weight, pain, and the blackness of unconsciousness.

A girl around his age walked into the line of his blurry vision, placing a warm hand on his shoulder. "Relax, you're safe." She told him softly.

This didn't help settle his racing mind, or ease the ache throughout his entire body. All he could do was muster the strength to whisper one word.

"Master…"

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