Three weeks later:

~Nava's POV~

"You must be mad," she repeated, fully convinced of this. Obi-wan eyed her with unseeing pupils, yet he appeared perfectly calm and sane. Nava studied him fiercely, sure that he had cracked, and gone completely crazy.

"You want to…?" She was quieted by Obi-wan, who was leaning against the wall before her in a relatively secluded street, nevertheless, people streamed in and out of the alleyway, hoping to avoid some of the ferocious crowds elsewhere.

"As I recall, Master Jedi, it was you who said we cannot call attention to ourselves while we're here," Nava hissed back at him, crossing her arms, "I do not plan on getting caught," Obi-wan replied, mildly. His hair shined dull bronze in the fading sunlight, catching her eyes.

"We didn't plan on ever falling in love, either, but these things happen," she countered. Obi-wan gave a small half-shrug. "It's the only way we're going to get close enough to Sidious," he told her. "But, it's illegal…" Nava again objected, most displeased with this plan.

Force, usually this would be the sort of thing she would deign to think up, but not Obi-wan, of all people.

"We have done plenty of illegal things, Nava," Obi-wan chuckled nonchalantly. "And in the end, no one would get severely damaged," yes, well, she had already deduced this, so why…?

"And it is the only possible solution I could think up on how to get all of our padawan's out of that dreadful pit of theirs," Obi-wan finished, seeing her undeveloped thought through some magic of his. Nava grinned, ah, so that was what had inspired the ever-grand master to think up this endeavor.

"You tried the impossible?" She wondered. As a Jedi, she had learned that often the impossible were the most and often not thought of possible. Annex had taught her that.

Obi-wan nodded and set one foot against the wall he was leaning against. "Every solution," he repeated. Nava was sure that in the gearing minds of Obi-wan Kenobi, he very well had. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"This is our only option?" She asked. Obi-wan nodded and stepped forward, putting both hands on her shoulders. His face, hidden in the shadows of his robe, was kind. "Yes, and it will not only help our family, get us closer to the Sith and help turn the economy around for Courascant, but we'll be better off too," he added, squeezing her hard-packed shoulders.

He leaned in. "Finally, Nava, I will be able to give you everything you want and more. Can make you happy, at last. Give you the paradise you deserve," he whispered, as if this were his greatest secret.

Nava knew it was.

To others, Obi-wan Kenobi was an emotionless, sardonic Jedi Master with only a charming smile, flattering words and cunning mind, but Nava had known him since they were both younglings. They had shared pain, and love. Though they had been kept apart for fifteen years, that love had manifested within minutes. Love did not take lifetimes to grow, merely seconds to solidify.

She knew his heart better than she knew her own, and she saw what others did not see. She saw a man, a man who had been through war, loss, agony and grief more times than he deserved, a man who, despite all that, still had the courage to live and fight and care and be kind still.

As such, he was also extremely giving, indeed, he would give his own life if someone needed it, and she had never let herself consider all the things they could not give one another because of the Code, which had some truth to it.

A Jedi-a person- should not need anything but the force to survive. And love was, forever more, a part of the force, as all things were.

She did not need nor want anything but him, but Obi-wan would never accept this. He had never accepted himself like he did others. He did not think he was enough, when, to her, he was everything.

"Alright," she said, reluctantly, thinking of all the things she could give him, too. "We'll go and commit your crime. But I still think you're mad," his grin confirmed his gratitude in her agreeing.

As if she could ever argue with Obi-wan for too long anyway. "Yes," he agreed, in his usually monologue tone, hiding his true feelings. "Being around Anakin too long will do that to a person," he said.


~Unknown POV~

As a child, many people did not stop to realize that one of their classmate's greatest aspirations was to be a bank security guard. This was just the case for Osric.

He had kept his dreams to himself, for a time, but ultimately, he knew what he had wanted to become the first day he had arrived on Courascant, a poor immigrant child with his parents, looking for a better life after his planet was destroyed by plague and drought.

The National Bank of Courascant was held near the City Hall, standing proud just a few blocks from-or, what used to be-the Senate Building, and was the largest recorded bank in all the galaxy.

When his parents had arrived, toting him after them in the hurried streets of the Planet, he had stared up at the vast walls and circular cathedrals with awe. Nothing on his past agricultural planet had been this grand.

He had marveled at the professional looking lady's who sat at the hundreds of desks lining one wall, of all different species and colors and languages. He had gawked at the credits being exchanged, wealth and riches all stored here, in some even grander vault in this grand place.

Wealth and money that had been stolen away from him by nature and the cruelty of life, but given to him, placed in his hands with trust and reliance now. This money and these riches represented everything on Courascant, from the greedy politicians that had helped the Sith Sidious rise to power, to the modest working people who had been forced to watch their world recede into madness without say or choice in the outcome. But they could have a say here; they had placed him here to protect those riches. And he would.

So his dream had been born. Twenty years later, it had been fulfilled.

Until now.

When Osric woke up, his head was ringing with the most unpleasant buzzing he had ever encountered in his lifetime. He groaned softly and slowly raised his hands to his forehead, struggling to comprehend several things. One of which was his exact location. With much struggling, he opened his eyes, and cried out when the blaring sight of lights hit them.

Too bright!

"Osric!" Oh, that just made things horribly worse. Someone was yelling; now? Good Zonz, why him? Forcing himself to be observant, Osric opened his eyes again, and focused on the head blurring the lights mercifully.

It was his partner, Ahanu. The Rodian, dressed in the same uniform as Osric, peered down at him with concern. "Osric, can you hear me?" Came the slightly scratchy and accented voice. "Copy that," Osric mumbled, willing the world to cease its infernal spinning at once.

The world took extreme pleasure in doing the complete opposite. It spun faster.

"Good! Osric is okay!" Ahanu called back to somebody. "What…?" Osric mumbled, as the world slowed in its oscillation. "What… Happened?" He asked. Ahanu put a hand on his shoulder. "Slow down there, my friend. Rest a bit. You were clean knocked out, though I don't know how yet," he was told. Osric nodded and closed his eyes again.

Suddenly, the memory of what had ensued an hour earlier popped into his head. He sat bolt upright, ignoring the dizzying feeling in his head and the murderous thumping of his heart. "The vault!" he gasped.

He swiveled around, straining to get a good look at the vault where over six-hundred trillion dollars worth of credits were stored and he had been guarding for over five years.

No one, interminably in the history of the Republic, of The Jedi Order, of The Sith, of Courascant, of ever, had ever gotten past security and into the vaults…

Which were completely empty.