The Invictus and Freedoms Pride appeared in orbit over Coruscant. Ahsoka and Barriss stared out at the two giant star dreadnaughts with a slightly terrified look on their faces. They then saw multiple shuttles exiting the two ships. Most of which landed at the Jedi temple. Clones and Harbingers alike marched out. They all stood at attention as the Corvus landed. Yoda raised an eye to this. It wasn't like Davican to have such a force or royal entry.

"Master Yoda. Sorry for the untimely arrival. We heard that the chancellor was kidnapped not long ago and came to see how he is." Davican lied to Yoda and he knew it. But the look in Davican's eyes made Yoda understand.

"Hmmm. Yes. Chancellor kidnapped, is fine now. Kashyyyk I must go." Yoda smiled warily at him. He dared not ask why the many clone troopers of the 502nd were here or the Harbingers.

"Alright master Yoda. If it isn't too much trouble, I'd like my Harbingers to train with the Jedi of the temple."

"Fine fine." Yoda hummed as he got in his tiny...starfighter.

Davican blinked at the tiny starfighter before shaking his head. He then gave the instructions to the Harbingers who nodded. A majority of Jedi accepted this challenge of talent. Those who couldn't were on mission elsewhere in the galaxy. Even the temple guard joined in. Cin Drallig however, was the one to watch. Tarmeia stood before the Jedi master and ignited her blades. The two fought. Both with a lot of acrobatics and unpredictable swings. They watched as each swing barely grazed the others armor. Atia was against his apprentice. She closed her eyes and ignited her blades. The blades had two sabers that were close together, ignited from two ports on each saber. Serra blinked slightly before having to block the blades. She swung her saber at Atia, but it slid between the two blades of one of her sabers. As if time slowed, Atia turned her blade, twisting the saber from Serra Keto's hands.

Many of the temple guard watched as the apprentice of the greatest saber duelist was being taken down by the apprentice of the Harbinger's grandmaster. Davican smiled and motioned his soldiers. Each nodded before taking positions around the temple. He then walked to Ahsoka's room and knocked. He waited for a few seconds before it was opened by a very pregnant Ahsoka. She hugged him and sniffled happily. Blushing deeply, he smiled and stroked her back. Barriss looked out from behind her. She was in a slightly similar boat as well, just not as far along. Smiling, he pulled her into a hug with Ahsoka.

"You scared us when you brought planet killing ships to Coruscant." Ahsoka told him.

"Hey I gotta keep the senate on their feet somehow." He smiled coyly.

"I… hope you're here to take care of these." Barriss rubbed her tummy.

He smiled happily before saying, "Yes Barriss. I'm here to make sure everything will be okay." He hugged the two with a slight smile. Then he felt a pang of guilt. "I… I'm sorry. I'm not being truthful."

"What do you mean?"

"Ahsoka…. Barriss… I'm dying." At those words their eyes widened.

"I-Is this another prophecy vision you had? One of those things you could break?!" Ahsoka asked almost hysterically.

"...Poison. If it wasn't for the force… I'd be dead right now."

"There has to be something we can do." Barriss held his arm.

"If there was...its not of this time. I got unlucky I guess." He said. His skin was visibly grayer.

"...How long?"

"...Today….I die today at night."

Ahsoka sniffled and hit his shoulders over and over weakly. She was too sad to hit him hard enough for it to sting. Barriss was holding her head thinking over ways. The poor girl was going over everything that could give him a chance. Barriss' eyes then widened.

"There might be a way to save you!" She practically yelled.

"Barriss, I tried force healing." Davican began.

"How proficient are you in it?"

"...I'd think I was."

Then you haven't seen the chief healer."

Ahsoka's eyes widened at that. Barriss hurried him, tugging and pulling his Kamui.

"HEY HEY HEY! I AM NOT SOME SHIRT YOU CAN PULL AT YOU BRATS!" Fuketsu yelled in displeasure.

Before they knew it, he was in the medical ward. Rig Nema was looking through the diagnostics of his body before sighing. He saw that a majority of his blood was cut off from oxygen at this point. She then called in the chief healer. Vokara Che stepped in. She was a very strict looking Jedi. The blue Twi'lek came over and began to use the force. He watched as she used the force heal. Davican could feel it. It was like pins and needles. No matter how much her wanted to move, he wasn't allowed to. He fell down onto the bed. It felt like he lost a fist fight with a Gundark. He was barely half awake at this point.

"Is he alive?" Ahsoka asked.

"He's breathing so I assume so." Barriss answered.

"Can we…"

"He needs rest. You two are disturbing said rest with your constant prattling. OUT!" Vokara Che responded harshly.

The two of them skittered out. Later that night however, he awoke. He sat up in battle meditation. With little self regard, he used as much force energy as he could draw upon. Using both the temples energies and his own to spread his battle meditation galaxy wide. Blood dripped from his nose and eyes as he did. The Jedi were warned all at the same time, when the first shot was fired. A clone trooper initiating order 66.