Tah dah! Earlier then I expected! Fyi, this one is WAY longer then the others, but I think it's worth it. If anything, I feel like it might be too short. Oh well. Let me know what you think XD

Ayy Kaim: It's so funny watching you and Aaylakit fight on my review page! It's hilarious, plus I always love hearing your stories and ideas. ...I thought of a HILARIOUS idea but I don't know whether or not I should use it. It's one of those things I really only want to tell you and Aaylakit and see how you like it but neither of you have account signatures so maybe you'll just have to wait and see ;)

Aaylakit: You know, you seriously have a point about why Kit should win. It's true; this IS a battle between Kit and Mace, and I personally would really like to see them face off one on one just one more time near the end of the fanfic (whenever that may be). Oh, and you're right; no hologram this time. :)

Linnup: Sorry again for taking so long on the last chapter. I tried to be quicker with this one. Anyway, yeah, there are reasons why I would want Anakin's team to win and there are reasons that I really want Kit's team to win. If you saw Aaylakit's post, she actually made a really good point on why Kit's team should win, so I might just have to flip a coin. Oh, and her name is Serena.

Knight Benedicta: Mace put poison in the pizza, which you will see the effects of in this chapter. The dark fluid was an antidote because Mace had to 'prove it wasn't poisoned' remember? XD Ah, I'm very glad you like the Kit/Aayla pairing because they're my favorite. Nahdar and Bant? I might. I'd like to. Let's see how the story progresses. I'll probably fit them in.

Star Girl: Oh, Mace will get it all right. So will Serena, in a kind of an emotionally cruel way. You'll see. This chapter has to much content to be as short as it is, so it's a little rushed, but by your last review I really think that you will like this one! Padme might make an appearance, just cause Anakin's team needs more people in it. (So does Mace's but hey.)

Fire: Mind control! Yes! Mind control! *evil mad scientist sort of laugh* After how much Mace gets tortured in this chapter, he might be inactive for awhile... I'd hate to use mindcontrol on somebody else, but... hahaha... I probably will. I can tell that you're the type that likes random things. You're going to love the beginning of this chapter.

"Doesn't anybody know what poisoned him?" Aayla demanded with frustration. "You guys are healers! This is your job!"

"We've never seen anything like this before," one of them answered, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Whatever it is that was used, it's very new to us."

"Whoever created it is far beyond our skill level," another one added. "My suggestion to you is that you find the creator and get an antidote. Until then, there's really nothing we can do."

Yoda hobbled up to them, a very grave expression on his face. With all that was going on, nobody really noticed his emergence until he spoke.

"Way over the line, master Windu has gone. Pwn him, we must. Soon."

Aayla couldn't help but grin slightly at Yoda's very composed desire to pwn Mace. Not that he was to blame for feeling that way; Mace DID launch him out an open window, after all.

"Don't worry about that," Saesee replied, switching his glance from Kit to Aayla and back. "I think there's a plan already in order."

Aayla also glanced over at her secret lover, who was still out cold. "Yes. I do in fact have a plan. I'm sure you all recall Boba Fett's previous assistance in the war."

The others looked a bit concerned at the name, but all nodded.

"He's… agreed to support us again."

Yoda turned sharply to her, giving her a severe stare down. "How know him, do you?" he demanded. "That come twice, he would?"

"I don't," she admitted, "but Kit does. How they know each other… I don't really know. It would probably be better if that question was left unknown, though."

"Very well," Yoda replied, sighing. "Go with that, I will."

"He's waking up!" a healer announced, pointing to Kit.

Kit shifted violently and shot up into a sitting position, startling everyone in the room. Even Yoda took a step back in alarm.

"Holy mother blarky! Pass the…" Kit shouted before flopping back down. "Blurblurblur… kill it…" he mumbled.

"I don't think that's a good sign," Aayla whispered, putting a hand on Kit's forehead.

Kit immediately pulled away from her touch and burst into another fit. "NO BACON! Get fire! FIRE! Whoosy… shish kabob!"

"Completely lost it, he has," Yoda concluded, shaking his head solemnly. The others, other then Aalya of course, were trying not to chuckle as Kit jumped to his feet and gaped at Yoda.

"MIDGET MAN!"

"DARE you to call me that again, I do!" Yoda shouted, ready to break a bone with his gimer stick.

"Kit!" Aayla scolded, trying desperately to keep him quiet. "It's not his fault, master Yoda. It's the poison."

"You're hot!" Kit exclaimed, pointing at Aayla even though they were only a couple feet apart.

"Calm yourself!" she pleaded, trying to urge him to sit down.

"Frozen bologna?" Kit cried, jumping to his feet again. "Look! A BUTTERFLY!"

One of the healers very tentatively injected a narcotic into Kit's arm, and he was out cold again in seconds. "Very clever of whoever created the chemical," she muttered, analyzing a sample of Kit's blood. "It's as if he has no intellect at all."

"He doesn't," Saesee replied. "There's no 'as if' about it."

Aayla snuck a kiss to Kit's forehead when nobody was looking. Who could have possibly done this to him? She paused for a moment to think about it; somebody smarter then the other healers, who would be willing to help Mace…

Duh.

"Mindy made it," she announced. "I know she's capable, and that would explain Mace's access to it."

"Find her, we will," Yoda replied ponderingly, "after Boba's arrival."

"You mean Kit has to stay like this?" Aayla whimpered. "For how long?"

"Until Mace get's pwned," Saesee said through his teeth. "And I think his tattoo should be more then just 'hypocrite' now."

Ki nodded. "I agree. He should have a whole LIST of words tattooed on him; dishonorable, cheater, hypocrite, underhanded schemer… I should probably stop there or else I'll go all night."

"We wouldn't want that," Boba said as he walked in the doorway. "We need to get down to business. Now, who was it who called me here?"

Aayla took a step forward. "Me."

"I have my torture devices," he announced proudly. "I'm ready."

"Good," she replied. "So am I."

"Supreme Chief to Subordinate," Anakin whispered into his comlink. "Subordinate, do you copy?"

Obi-Wan walked up to him and crossed his arms, unamused. "What is this to you, a secret agent action movie? First of all, there's no need for radio communication when we're only a few yards from each other. Second of all, you have no place to call me the 'subordinate'. If I'm the lesser, what does that make Ahsoka?"

"Do you ever stop talking?" Anakin replied, looking around the corner to see if Serena was approaching yet. "Save it for when we aren't on a secret mission."

"We aren't! We're just… never mind." He shook his head, defeated. "Let's just get this over with already."

"Why are you so bitter?" Ahsoka asked as she exited Serena's room and approached them. "You should be excited. We're FINALLY getting Serena out of the picture."

"I used to have a better-organized team," he grumbled. "They were at least tolerable. You guys are just… insane."

"Alright, smart one, then you do the work," Anakin replied, handing Obi-Wan a voice changer. "Have fun."

Obi-Wan sighed. "Fine. I will. Let me know when to go," he added, walking into Serena's room and pressing himself up against the wall. The darkness helped to hide him as he stood completely still, awaiting her arrival.

"Get ready," Anakin warned, shutting the door and walking casually with Ahsoka by his side. They began a nonchalant conversation as they passed Serena, who was most definitely headed to her quarters. "Be sure to record it, master," Anakin added in a whisper. "I really want to see this."

"Will do."

Obi-Wan pulled his hood over his head and pressed himself harder against the wall as Serena entered. She seemed a little befuddled at the fact that the lights wouldn't work, but shrugged it off and proceeded into the dark room, completely oblivious.

A little closer… Obi-Wan thought, lightly touching his fingertips to a large button on the remote very skillfully created by Anakin. Just a few more steps…

Serena paused and glanced behind her, getting a feeling she wasn't alone. "Hello?" she called uneasily. She mentally scolded herself when Obi-Wan didn't reply, assuming that she was just more jumpy because the room was dark.

Obi-Wan stood ready as she finally stepped into the spot where he wanted her. With a simple touch of the button, the plan was launched into action…

…and so was Serena; literally. The button activated a launch pad Anakin and Ahsoka had installed into the ground, and Serena was propelled into the air, flying the whole length of her room and slamming into the wall on the other side. Obi-Wan bit his lip to suppress a chuckle. This was what she deserved.

"What's going on?" Serena shrieked, now panic-stricken. "Who's there?"

Obi-Wan glanced down at the remote. There were really only a couple of buttons; the plan was very simple. As long as Serena reacted the way the group predicted that she would, things would go rather smoothly from here... and equally hilarious.

Serena forced herself to calm down, limping over to a chair and sitting down to think. There weren't very many suspects, she realized. It couldn't have been Kit. Mace had told her that he would be inactive for awhile. It wasn't likely that the Fists would launch an attack on her for something Mace did… whatever that would be. That narrowed it down to the Skies. It had to be them. What they wanted, she didn't know, but she was confident that this was their doing.

Obi-Wan smirked as Serena sat down. It was all too convenient. With another simple touch of a button, the secret devices implanted in the chair were activated, and chains formed around her wrists, ankles, and loosely around her neck, making her unable to turn around.

Anakin contacted Obi-Wan while Serena was screaming, drowning out their voices. "Should I activate the voice changer now?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied. "Quickly."

"It's on," Anakin replied. "Is she still freaking out? Can you give me a test?"

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. "She's starting to calm down a bit."

"Woah," Anakin replied. "You sound exactly like him!"

"Good." Obi-Wan turned his comlink off and approached her from behind, so that only his shadow from the light of the doorway was visible to her. His hood was still up over his head, so the shadow was impossible to identify.

"Who is that?" Serena demanded, trying to turn around. "Who are you?"

"Calm yourself," Obi-Wan replied, amazed at how different his voice sounded.

Serena went quiet for a few moments, taking in reality. "Mace? What are you doing? What's going on?"

Obi-Wan shrugged, his shadow reflecting his movement. "I'm going to be honest. You're slowing us down. Now that you aren't getting information from the Fists, you're all but useless. We really don't need you anymore… at all. You're kind of a waste of space."

"What are you saying?" she demanded, struggling harder. "What are you going to do?"

"Not much, really. I'm just telling you that you're off the team. That launch pad was a test. You should have stopped when you sensed danger, but you didn't. All you're doing is harming our progress by lagging a step behind with everything. You're off the team; just be glad I didn't kick you out of the building."

"Macie, what's gotten into you?"

Macie? Obi-Wan thought, trying desperately not to laugh. "The nickname isn't necessary. Since you're too stupid to figure it out by now, I never liked you. I was just using you because you were helpful back then… …but now you aren't, so I might as well be honest."

"You were using me?" Serena's eyes filled with horror. "You creep! You lying, hypocritical jerk!"

Obi-Wan nodded. "That pretty much sums it up," he replied as he walked out the door, trying to keep himself from sprinting to his teammates with the news of success… and perhaps also to share Mace's very interesting nickname with them. Instead, he simply walked, containing his anticipation in every way possible.

"My name is Boba Fett. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Boba repeated those three sentences over and over, as if to recite them. He was waiting impatiently for the Fists to somehow lure Mace into that room, where both he and Aayla could have their revenge. The thought brought a smile to Boba's face; this was all he wanted for the longest time. Now that it was finally happening, there was very little he could do to control his enthusiasm.

"Having fun?" Aayla asked unenthusiastically as she walked into the room. The fire wasn't there anymore, which didn't seem to phase Boba in the least.

"Don't worry about Kit; keep your eye on revenge," he reminded her as he began looking through his torture devices.

"I know," she replied softly. "There's something really, really wrong with him though."

Boba shrugged. "One thing at a time. He'll be taken care of after Mace Windu is. Speaking of which, what do you think is the better plan?" he asked as he began pulling out his instruments. "Death by stabbing, suffocation… maybe poisoning… but that wouldn't be very fun. Dismemberment, maybe… yeah… let's just tear his limbs off."

"Geez, you're really serious about this," Aayla observed.

"I wasn't done," he began to object, but a couple of familiar voices interrupted him.

"He's coming," Aayla noted. Boba started pacing with excitement.

"Which one should I use first?" he asked, partially to her and partially to himself.

"You might be going a LITTLE far with this whole thing…"

He grinned. "Good idea. Flamethrower it is then!"

The voices came closer; close enough to identify words. Aayla gaped in wonder and astonishment at what she heard, thinking at first that she heard wrong.

"Where exactly are we going?" Mace's voice asked skeptically. A very recognizable female voice replied rather coldly.

"You'll see."

Boba held his flamethrower against his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "Who's that with him?"

"Serena," Aayla replied, dumbfounded. "I don't think she's taking him to us… it's not possible. She… well… they… um…"

Boba nodded. "They're together? This will be even more fun then I thought."

"No," Serena replied as they entered. She made sure the door was locked behind her before turning to face Boba. "We're not, actually."

Mace's eyes were stuck on Boba for a moment, but slowly drifted to the flamethrower in his hand. "This isn't a hologram, is it?"

"Let ME answer that question for you," Boba replied, punching Mace squarely in the jaw. Mace stumbled backward, stunned by the blow, but quickly retaliated, reaching for his weapon… that wasn't there.

"Looking for something?" Serena held up his weapon and waved it around for a moment before putting it away and crossing her arms. "Next time you play this game, you might want to target somebody weaker."

"What game?" Mace demanded, taking a step toward the door.

"Don't try it," Aayla suggested. "You don't have the pass code."

Serena snorted. "We aren't THAT stupid, and neither are you. You know exactly what game I'm talking about!"

"Enough arguing," Boba interjected, turning a knob on the flamethrower until the weapon released a steady stream of fire. "I've wanted to say this to you for so long…"

It took Mace a moment to realize that there was nowhere to run. The room was too small, and there was no way out of it. All he could do was gaze at Boba-the real Boba- with that uncharacteristic apprehension returning.

Boba took a step closer, letting Mace back up until he was against the wall. "My name is Boba Fett," he recited, taking another step. "You killed my father." Another step; now Mace could feel the intense heat of the open flame singeing his clothing. "Prepare to die."

Without a moment of hesitation, Mace took off sprinting to the other end of the small room, throwing off his cloak that had very quickly ignited into flames. There had to be somewhere to go; there simply had to be!

"Serena! Why are you letting this happen?" Mace cried, trying to use the force to keep Boba away from him. "Have you lost your mind?"

"No," Aayla replied. "She hasn't, but Kit has, thanks to you."

"Why do you care so much?" Mace asked, spin-kicking the flamethrower out of the young boy's hands. Boba let out a cry of protest and jumped at Mace, kicking and punching him. "Unless…" Mace continued, cringing from time to time, "you're in love with him, aren't you?"

"What if I am?" Aayla spat, picking up the flamethrower on the ground and pointing it in Mace's direction. "What would you say then?"

"I would say…" Mace trailed off, trying not to be intimidated as Boba broke off and began searching for more weapons. "I expected more from both of you."

"That's it!" Aayla screamed, absolutely furious now. "For the love of the force! Boba! Give me the tattoo kit!"

Boba smirked and handed Aayla a case. "You need a license to do that, you know."

"Does it LOOK LIKE I care?" she replied. "Somebody tie him down!"

"My pleasure," Boba replied, seizing the opportunity that Mace was stunned to tie him up to the point where he was completely unable to move. "Go for it!"

Aayla wasn't entirely sure she was doing it right, but it didn't stop her from trying. In a matter of a couple minutes, she had the word 'Hypocrite' tattooed large enough that it started at Mace's shoulder and went the whole length of his arm. Aayla was pretty confident that the tattoo would show in brilliant red once the skin had a chance to heal properly. This surprisingly made her smile. After all of the anger, all of the desire for vengeance, she felt much better now.

"Alright," she finally said aloud, giving the tattooing kit back to Boba. "I'm good. If Kit is able to recover, I might actually let you live Mace."

"I won't!" Boba chimed in, getting his next torture method ready. "The best part is, you can't run now!" he exclaimed, pulling a knife out of his case of torture devices and heating up the metal with the flamethrower.

Mace's eyes widened as he tried desperately to struggle free. The scene reminded him of the incident on the roof, but this experience was that one to the tenth power, at the very least.

Aayla grinned. "I'll leave you guys alone, then. Want to come with me, Serena?"

Serena sighed. It was obvious that she was brokenhearted, even though she tried to hide it with anger. "Fine. Whatever."

"Have fun boys!" Aayla called as she left the room. As soon as the door was shut behind her, screaming erupted from inside. She just laughed. Serena didn't respond to it at all; she went off in her own direction, whistling the tune to "I Will Survive", almost as if to make a joke out of the situation.

By the time Yoda had come to Mace's rescue, it was almost too late. Mace was unrecognizably deformed and weak; if he hadn't been saved at that very moment, Boba probably would have killed him. It was surprising that he didn't already, actually. Perhaps he was trying to prolong the torture, and didn't really think that someone would save his victim.

Deserved it, he did, Yoda thought as Mace was being carried away to the healers. Blame young Fett, I cannot.

Boba disappeared after Yoda's interruption, but that was definitely not going to be the last time he was seen; he would be back to actually kill Mace, one way or another.

Yoda proceeded to enter the healer's, but not to see Mace; more to see Kit; the only person who even temporarily had dominion over him, at least for the duration of the war.

"He's awake again," Aayla reported, "but he's still delirious."

"Sure of that, are you?" Yoda replied. Kit turned to them, gazing emptily for awhile. At least he wasn't screaming anymore.

"The square root of pi is cheesecake," he said very matter-of-factly.

Aayla sighed. "Yes, master Yoda, I'm sure."

"Arbitrary cabana?" Kit cocked his head slightly to the side. "You're really pretty!" He grabbed Aayla's hand and kissed it, which she would've thought to be extremely romantic and sweet if he wasn't so brainless.

Aayla risked a glance at Yoda, but he didn't seem to care. "Thank you," she replied sheepishly, pulling her hand away. "Rest for awhile. We'll get your antidote soon enough."

Mace was laying half conscious only one room away, listening in. I WILL retaliate, he thought. It'll just… be awhile. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate. Perhaps it would be better to think things through in the future.