Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OC Analise) belong to them.

"aaaa"-talking out loud."aaaa" (bold and italics)-talking through a holo or com. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. aaaaa-talking through a Bond. "aaaa" (bold)-another language.

AN: I am sorry I did not post yesterday. I actually had a sewing project I needed to get done by today so I took the day off to focus on it. I needed it all set and ready for when I bring a little of the North Pole to my room next week;)

Thank you Aniu16 for the review. I am so glad you are enjoying the story. I have an idea for Satine. I really like her (and at one point I did play around with a rewrite of Star Wars where like Padme and Anakin, Obi-Wan and Satine are secretly married with a little girl), so I don't want her to be too jealous of Analise. Instead I want them to be friends. As for Ahsoka, I understand the age concerns with Rex, but I feel like he and Ahsoka might actually be a better couple than Lux and Ahsoka. I know they cared for each other, but any crush that resulted I think was born more out of a fascination they had for each other. It's still up in the air.

This will be a short chapter since I spent the day cleaning (and pulling out some Christmas decorations).

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Chapter Nine

"We can't beat its shield!" Anakin wanted to roll his eyes at Ahsoka's obvious statement. Of course they couldn't get anything past its shield. It was one of the many reasons why he and most every other Jedi or clone loathed the droidekas. Other droids in the Separatist Army were relatively easy to take down. It just took one well placed lightsaber slash or one well timed blaster bolt and down those clankers came.

Casting a quick glance over at his baby sister and Padawan, he glowered. Ahsoka should know better than to use a reverse grip. He would really have to fix that. No Padawan of his would use a reverse grip. It wasn't the right way to hold...

Anakin shook his head. No he wouldn't be fixing her grip. After this battle was over and the space around the planet was clear, Ahsoka would be heading back to the Temple where she would be safe and sound.

'She won't be though...She won't be safe at the Temple because they'll send her out into the war anyway...She won't be going back because you need to keep her safe.' The voice of a traitor that sounded like him echoed through his head. As much as Anakin hated to admit it, the voice was right. Ahsoka was most likely not leaving his side anytime soon.

A baster bolt came flying towards him and Anakin barely reacted in enough time to deflect it. 'Oh yeah...There's a droideka trying to kill us.'

"Ahsoka run!"

"What?! Jedi don't run!"

"I said run!" With a growl Ahsoka turned and ran, Anakin close behind. Sensing it was loosing its prey, the droideka quickly put the blasters away and deactivated its shield. It rolled itself up into a ball and took off after the Jedi. They were its prey and it could not let them escape.

Anakin smirked. The droideka had fallen for his trick. "Ahsoka stop!"

"Make up your mind!"

"I said stop!" With a huff Ahsoka's feet slid to a stop. Anakin went a foot or two more before he two stopped.

The droideka wasn't able to stop. Without asking for instructions Ahsoka's lightsaber whipped out from her side slashing through the droideka. Anakin's lightsaber finished the job. The droideka's programming didn't have time to register the end as it fell into four pieces.

Blue and green lasers vanished into metal cylinders which were returned to belts. Anakin turned with a smirk. He was impressed with Ahsoka's relative calm even as he barked orders at her, but she didn't have to know that. "Well baby sister, I see you at least take direction well."

Ahsoka glared at her big brother's back. What was his deal anyway? She was just as good as he had been at her age. She was better than Analise, but only because Analise had been twelve when she had started training. In some areas Ahsoka thought she was better than Anakin. She might be just as reckless and wild as her brother, but that reckless and wild nature was tempered by a calmness learned from time spent at her big sister's side.

What was it going to take to get Anakin to see that she was ready for this? War or no war. Ahsoka nibbled on her lower lip. What if she wasn't ready? What if the Council had made a mistake?

Anakin wanted to stop when he felt Ahsoka's uncertainty flow over their Bond. Everything in him was screaming at him to stop and take his baby sister in his arms as he had done when she was younger and the subject of teasing. He wanted to hug and block out everything that bad, defeating the evil dragons that threatened to eat her.

Something else held him back. The reminder that while his baby sister was now a Padawan, old enough to be fighting in a war. Even though in his eyes Ahsoka was still very much the baby sister who thought the best protecting in the galaxy was being wrapped up in her brother or sister's arms.

Anakin sadly wondered how many days he had until Ahsoka was too old to see him as her hero.

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"They're right behind us sir! They nearly wiped out my entire unit and they just keep coming!" Obi-Wan had fought with Rex long enough to recognize that under the calm solider's voice simply relaying the facts lay hidden panic.

The situation did seem hopeless. The droids seem to be coming faster than they could cut them down. He pulled Rex down behind a ruined control panel to tray and take stock of the current situation. It was bleak. "That shield has almost reached the heavy cannons!" If they lost those, they lost the battle. "Rex I want you to take the men and fall back to the heavy cannons. Do you everything you can to protect them." Rex rose a little, it went against every ounce to leave General Kenobi alone to face the clankers. Not because it had been genetically engineered into him, but because he was Rex. Obi-Wan saw and sensed it. "That is an order Captain!" He laid a hand on the clone's shoulder.

"Crazy plan sir?"

"Don't I always have a crazy plan?"

Rex sighed and signaled the remaining men. "I'll be sure that Commander Analise is kept as unaware as can be."

"I have no idea what you are talking about Captian."

"You're welcome General." Obi-Wan smirked and watched the clones take off to protect the heavy cannons. Then without any thought, except for the crazy plan that would have Analise, Anakin, and Qui-Gon scolding him; Obi-Wan leapt back into battle.

He knew that he could not win with his skills as warrior or even just his diplomatic skills. Obi-Wan could, however prolong the battle. Knock the General a little off-balance as it were.

Through the black haze of smoking rubble he could make out the form a tank. The super-battle droids at once chose to simply aim their blasters at him instead of shooting. Without a doubt the General was riding inside it. A General, who according to research was rather good, but had the breeding of a upper-class gentleman who would at this point rather be retired than fighting in another battle.

'Good,' Obi-Wan thought to himself he switched off his lightsaber and returned it to his belt. 'I can use that.' The hatch in the tank popped open and a male Kerkoiden poked his head out. His nose twitched a little as he took in the Jedi General standing before him and quickly tried to put name to face.

"So...You must be the infamous General Kenobi..." Well at least he was able to get his name right on the first try. Not that it would really be that hard with how often he appeared on the news.

"I surrender."