A/N: It lives! First of all I would like to say that I hugely apologize for the humongouse hiatus this fic has been on. DWB and DRL and a lot of other things simply kept interfearing. However now I think i have this fic back on track! To all of you who are reading tthis and have stuck through with this long wait i thank you for your patience. Now without further ado...

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The dark green clouds gathered over Guva's capital in the late afternoon as the first transports started landing in the spaceport. Obi-Wan spoke with city officials as Anakin went through long lists of the population and took calls to reserve seats on transports.

"The storm is coming soon, Master," Anakin remarked to Obi-Wan when his master finally finished organizing things with the officials.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Things don't look too good. The acid concentration in the clouds seems to be higher then was expected. We need to get these people off planet. We don't want any accidence."

"What about the other cities, Master?"

"Guva isn't highly populated. There are only five other major cities on the danger zone but they are small enough to be evacuated by city officials."

Anakin nodded. "I have the reservation lists maser. Here are all the other accounts," Anakin reported after a moment of silence.

"Lets go and have something to eat," Obi-Wan offered. We will be here all evening I suppose and might not even have a chance for dinner."

Anakin made a face. "Yea I agree…we should go eat."

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The man stood silently in the semi darkness of the room listening to his assignment with a calculating look.

Guve. He knew the planet well and the crisis there would aid him greatly.

"And the most important thing that I want from you, Htorso is…" the man in the shadows was saying.

"Yes, my lord?" the bounty hunter picked up.

He thought he saw the man in the shadows grin in a twisted sadistic way. "I want Kenobi dead."

"Yes, my lord."

"Do not hurt the boy. Bring him to me."

"Yes, my lord."

"Good…good…go now."

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A light drizzle started by the time Anakin and Obi-Wan returned to the space port. People with bags, suitcases, or backpacks stood in close clumps waiting to be admitted onto the transport.

"This isn't going to be easy is it?" Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan glanced down at him. "It's not suppose to be, my very young apprentice."

Anakin made a face at Obi-Wan calling him "young apprentice" but didn't say anything.

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"Mr. Prime Minister," the jittery aid addressed the richly dressed man sitting behind the desk. "You have a visitor."

"At this hour? It's already 2100 hours."

"He says this is urgent."

"Did he leave a name?"

"Yes. Morge."

The look on the prime ministers face changed from annoyance to something unreadable. "Bring him in."

Moments later the lanky aid brought with him a tall dark man, clocked and omniscient in aura. The aid then left and the newcomer locked the door behind him. "Avu, it is nice to see you again."

'Don't give me that. I know what you did to my sister."

"Nothing that is against the laws of the planet I took her too," the dark man smiled crookedly. "And besides, I am here to offer compensation."

"Oh?"

"I hope the evacuation is going well?"

'Don't bring my people into this."

"Of course not… The storm is coming and I hear that the acid concentration is much higher then predicted. I have no use in the harm of your people. However, the Jedi are a different story."

The Avu Gav looked thoughtful. "How much are you offering?"

The dark man took a bag from under his cloak and dumped the gold coins on the prime ministers desk. He watched as Avu Gav started at the pile of gold before looking up and asking, "What exactly is it that you want?"