A/N: I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN MISSING FOR A YEAR D: Life got really busy AND I forgot my password so it was a hassle to start writing again. So sorry, I apologize ten-fold. T-T Now, this is in third point of view to make my life easier, as someone had suggested a LONG time ago. This chapter introduces the idea that Samira "knows," and how she attempts to help.


First Battle

Samira came back from the refreshers, carrying her wet towel and toiletry bag. Her hair was still mildly wet, and she wore her short-sleeved ocher cotton dress that came up to her knees. When she opened the door to Anakin's room, General Kenobi was sitting with Anakin, both of them with gloom in their eyes. "What happened, Master? Is something the matter?" she worriedly asked. Anakin looked up, and Kenobi stood, "My dear Samira, there is a problem a bit far from here. You did train, right?" She nodded warily at Obi-wan. "Well, it seems that Aayla Secura and Barriss Offee are going for a battle on Felucia, and they need some more Jedi. They have enough clones, but Jedi are much better in battle. Anakin and I were considering sending you off for experience," Kenobi offered. Samira's eyes widened in fear, and she suddenly shouted, "No! Don't let any Jedi near the clones today. If they are going to Felucia, then I'm sure today is when Order 66 will be given. You have to help me warn everyone!" Obi-wan looked at Samira like she had just spit in his face with no respect, his eyes wary and tired. He shook his head, and walked out of the room.

Fine, if you won't help them, then I will… Samira thought. Anakin looked at her for a brief moment, before slowly standing up, and whispering to her, "I believe in you, my Padawan. I wish you luck, and I hope that you can save many. I am disabled for a few more days, so I hope you will remember what I taught you on the first day… May the force be with you." Samira lowered her eyes, and before leaving, grasped Anakin in a warm embrace. "If I don't come back, remember that I have always liked you more than just a Master." With that, she ran off. Anakin sat down, a hundred emotions swarming through him. Did she, did she just say that, or was it a trick of the wind?


Samira's hair fluttered out behind her as she ran towards the docking ports. Her light saber was already on; bright, lethal, and purple. When she had entered the port, a group of 12 clones were standing, and not one Jedi was in sight. She assumed that Order 66 may have been carried out, but there was no evidence whatsoever. Rex and Cody were in a conversation at the moment, about which was the better looking female Jedi. Cody was in the middle of a sentence when he saw Samira running in, looking dangerous and sexy. "Hey Rex, I think my new favorite is her." He whispered to Rex. "Well, Commander Cody, it's just too bad that I call dibs!" The two started laughing, which brought attention to them. Samira looked at them with disgust, thinking that they were laughing at her. "Commander Cody, I'll have you know that I'm onto you clones. Today Order 66 will be carried out, and even if it's not, I still have that reason to mistrust you all. I do not find this an excuse to laugh." The whole dozen of clones looked at her, but she couldn't read their expressions through their helmets. At that moment, Aayla and Barriss came through the doors, surprised that their back-up Jedi was there early.

"Well, if everyone is here, let us win a battle!" Barriss shouted. All of the clones boarded first, but Samira made sure to stay behind, in order to warn the two Jedi.

"Master Secura, and Master Offee, I realize that the clones are our best chance of winning, but if you are truly going to Felucia, then today is the day that Order 66 will be carried out. I come from the future, so I know everything that is to happen. Say I'm wrong; the only problem is that Order 66 will still be pending. I recommend that you stay careful today…" she finished and walked into the ship, sure to sit as far from those clones as possible. The two Jedi looked at each other before looking back to the ship skeptically, wondering just how delusional the Padawan truly was.

Aayla stepped inside the ship and gently patted the shoulder of one of her clones, "Listen, I trust you soldiers with my life. If we don't make it through this battle together, then I will rest peacefully knowing that I died amongst some of the best clones I know. Keep your chins up and your guns loaded, we are not going to lose to a bunch of nasty tin-heads!" The clones all shouted their approval, some of them giving awkward glances to the Padawan in the back. Rex remembered what she had said, and felt a bit hurt that any of the Jedi could believe that. He knew that orders were orders, but it wasn't right to kill the ones who gave him the breath-taking life he had. He decided he would try to earn her trust, and maybe get her to believe in him and his brothers. He stood up and walked over to where Samira was, holding onto the handrail and standing in front of her. He cleared his throat to get her attention.

Samira gave him a disgusted glance before looking away, not going to be easy on the traitor-to-be. "Listen, I might have to fight a battle next to the likes of you, but that doesn't mean I will forgive you for the mistakes you will eventually make." She whispered, before pulling out her light saber and admiring the shiny metal handle. "One mistake, soldier, and this little device will slit your neck into little pieces, understood?" she harshly raised her voice at him, wanting the other clones to hear her as well. Rex looked down, but not before removing his helmet and looking into her eyes, "I know I may seem like a traitor to you, but if it's true that Order 66 isn't just some made up crap, I promise I won't lay a finger on a Jedi. Not for my life." His voice was confident and his expression was fearless. He had more to fear than a little Padawan, right?

The gunship jerked to life, catching Rex off guard and making him topple over Samira. He quickly scrambled off of her, cheeks rosy, and put on his helmet. She growled and looked away, unhappy as ever at the clone. Rex scurried back to his seat next to Cody, who gave him a teasing nudge. Rex growled at him and the other clones started to snicker. He sighed loudly; this would be a long battle. If the clankers wouldn't kill him, it would be that damned Padawan for sure. Why did she have to be so rude?


Meanwhile, back at the base, Anakin was busy staring at the ceiling, lying back on his bed. Obi-wan walked in, one eyebrow cocked at his former student's far-away expression. "Well somebody sure has their head in the clouds," he mused, walking over to the bed and chuckling when the Jedi sprung to his feet. Anakin glared at his Master, before flopping back down on the bed. "I'm just thinking is all…." He admitted, knowing that the clever old man would know if he tried to lie. "Well… would you like to tell me what you're thinking about?" Kenobi asked, trying to be polite.

Anakin sat up, rubbing his shoulder as he explained, "I'm wondering if Samira was right about Order 66… I know that she comes from beyond that wormhole, so I'd bet she's right." Obi-wan looked at him, and then stared at the wall blankly, in thought as well. "I hope that the day never comes. I don't know what we would do if something like it happened. Rogue clones… just the thought gives me nightmares. We would lose the war by our own defenses. The dark-side would take over the world." He said shakily, the macabre thought making him shiver. Anakin nodded, looking to the wall as well, "We can only hope…"