[Obi-wan]

Hiding a yawn he sat down and tried to get comfortable. A sudden emergency council meeting had been called in the wee hours of the morning, courtesy of Master Ti on Kamino. She didn't include a reason in her initial message which made it all the more alarming. All she asked was that the meeting be closed, which meant that those not attending in person would be left in the dark for the time being. Luckily there was a majority of the council in temple at the moment so any important decisions needing to be made could pass as long as they were unanimous.

"Master Ti, important news from Kamino have you?" The Togrutan Master bowed politely before she began to speak. "Fellow Councilors, I have made a discovery that could change everything." Silence followed her statement as the other masters glanced at one another. Master Ti was not known to be hyperbolic. If she said that the knowledge she'd gained could change everything then she actually meant it.

"Would you come here a moment?" Looking away from the council she motioned someone over with a gentle smile. Placing her hands on the shoulders of a young clone she looked back up at the council, expression guarded. "Masters, I would like to introduce Cadet Nova. He's force sensitive." Obi-wan glanced at the others, trying to gauge their reactions.

Out of all the councilors present only four did not show any surprise whatsoever. Seeing as one of them was Yoda, who could mask his surprise beneath jedi serenity, he just decided to ignore the elder for the other three. Master Gallia shifted in her seat trying to feign ignorance, Master Koon looked as though he was smiling beneath his mask, and Mace was keeping his expression carefully blank. Obi-wan hid a grin behind his hand as he stroked his beard.

Master Ti's expression turned disapproving. "I see some of you already knew. Is there a reason this information wasn't shared with the rest of this council?" The cadet went absolutely still, as if trying not to attract attention. Obi-wan could tell he was afraid, although the boy hid it well.

"The only reason I know is because one of my men used the force to save my life. I didn't want to betray the trust he placed in me, the sacrifice he was making that would affect not only him but his brothers." Everyone stared at the Korun master, momentarily speechless. They shouldn't have been surprised. Mace was a stern and dedicated man who put duty first but he was also very kind. Obi-wan didn't want to imagine the look on the clone's face when he realized he had put his brothers in danger by revealing himself to be force sensitive.

"Why would the clones feel the need to hide this from us?" Master Allie asked. Shaak let out a sigh.

"Because of the Kaminoans. It took some time to get the whole story but when I heard it…" She took a slow calming breath. "When the clones first started to show an aptitude for the force the Kaminoans decided that since the template wasn't able to use the force they would be treated as aberrations. It was only after… what did you call them?" She looked down at the boy with a gentle smile.

The cadet ducked his head almost shyly. "The Rid'alor, Ma'am." Obi-wan jolted upright in his seat and everyone's attention shifted to him. He grimaced.

"Rid'alor is the title given to the spouse of the Mand'alor, the King of the Mandalorians." The silence was deafening. "Why would the Rid'alor be on Kamino?" The cadet looked at them quizzically.

"Um, Sirs?" The boy flinched when everyone's attention focused back on him. Shaak leaned over and whispered something into his ear and the boy relaxed.

"Boba's buire have always been on Kamino. They taught the Alpha class, the Commandos, and the Commanders. Haat'buir taught my ori'vode how to use the force to hide so the Kaminii wouldn't find us." Everyone looked back to Obi-wan for an explanation as the man put his face in his hands and let out a small groan.

"Kenobi, what's wrong?" Looking at the other councilors he gave them a wry grin.

"If Haati Kurshi'cin is the Rid'alor that makes Jango Fett the Mand'alor. This means the GAR is made up of clones of the King of Mandalore." Mace's face looked pinched while Yoda's ears drooped.

"Why are we only finding out about this now?" Master Tiin demanded. "You had a diplomatic mission to Mandalore to witness the coronation of their king. How did you not recognize him?" Obi-wan shook his head.

"That was twenty years ago, when I was a sixteen year old padawan. We only met briefly and it wasn't exactly face to face." Leaning back he let out a sigh. "Wearing ones helmet isn't seen as rude in the Mandalore system and unless you have committed a crime few places require you to remove your helmet. The Mand'alor wore his helmet during the entire ceremony, as did the Rid'alor. While I'd recognize their armor anywhere there's nothing to say that the Mand'alor and his partner don't have secondary sets of armor they wear when they take jobs as mercenaries." As long as the armor belonged to them having a second set wasn't really taboo, although it would be seen as a bit extravagant. Of course for someone like the Mand'alor and his spouse it would be perfectly acceptable.

"You didn't recognize their names?" Obi-wan suppressed the need to roll his eyes, but only just.

"Fett is a common surname in the Mandalore system while Jango is a common first name from Concord Dawn. The Kurshi'cin clan is fairly large and Haat is the Mando'a word for Truth. It is not uncommon to make a name from a preexisting word in Mando'a." It was all so very pragmatic and reasonable. Which made it all the more conniving.

A throat being cleared brought attention back to the Togrutan master. "Maybe you can discuss this more later, masters. What I'm more interested in is the fate of the force sensitive clones." That sobered everyone in the room.

"Brought this young one with you for a reason, did you not?" She smiled serenely but Obi-wan could see the gleam in her eyes, even through the hologram.

"Cadet Nova has been having dreams. Haven't you?" The boy nodded before looking down nervously. "Please tell them what you told me earlier in the medical ward." The boy took a deep breath.

"I saw myself standing in the temple. I was in white jedi robes with a yellow lightsaber. General Ti was there too." His face flushed in embarrassment as Shaak's hand moved from his shoulder to gently rest on his head.

"I believe this is a true vision. I wish to petition this council to take Cadet Nova as my Padawan learner." The room erupted into noise as multiple masters tried to speak at once. Obi-wan ignored the others and smiled warmly at Shaak. He thought it was a wonderful idea. The clones deserved more than to be used as tools of war. If one of them became a jedi it could open doors for the others.

"The boy is too old." Seemed to be the only major sticking point in the argument so far. Mace finally had enough and silenced the room.

"Cadet, please tell this council your age." The boy looked mildly confused but nodded.

"Biologically or chronologically, Sir?"

"Both."

"Yes, Sir. Biologically I am ten standard years. Chronologically I am five standard years, Sir." There was a long pause before Shaak began to speak.

"As you can see, he is actually the perfect age to take as a padawan learner. Especially since he has been trained by a former jedi in most of the basic skills an initiate would have at this stage." Already he could see that Plo would be completely on board with the idea. The man was practically radiating amusement and joy. Adi Gallia, Stass Allie, Kit Fisto, Eeth Koth, and even Mace did not seem opposed to the idea. While Yoda, Saesee Tiin, Even Piell and Agen Kolar were much harder to read.

But wait… there was something about her statement that caused him to pause.

"Former jedi?" Shaak looked at him and nodded.

"When I spoke to the Cuy'val Dar about what kind of training in the Force the clones had the more… friendly of the trainers remarked that Haati was a jedi before becoming Mandalorian. They either don't know the circumstances in their entirety or they don't wish to speak about it at all so that was all I could gather. What I have seen from the force sensitive cadets tells me he is exceptionally talented in shielding and has taught every clone about the force. Even the non force sensitives seem to have some rudimentary mental shielding techniques." The more he learned the more things started to fall into place. The battle of Geonosis should have had far more casualties than was reported. The jedi were not generals, they did not know how to lead men into battle. He thought it was only the harsh training that made the men unresponsive to the oft times strange or outright insane tactics employed by the jedi. But if they had been trained against the force, trained with brothers who could throw objects, talk directly into their minds, and force knows what else; then it was no longer a mystery why so many of them had survived. Of course, he'd already come to that conclusion earlier but the added information about where the force sensitive clones had received their training and knowledge had neatly filled the gaps in his theory.

"Masters. It is our own failing that we never even considered the idea that clones could be force sensitive. If there are any who wish to become jedi I think we should give them the chance. The training they receive is every bit as difficult as initiates, and twice as dangerous." Shaak looked each of them in the eyes, her determination clear.

"We shall put this to a vote. Abstain, Master Ti must." Everyone looked to the Master of the Order.

"All those for allowing Master Ti to take Cadet Nova as her padawan?" To Obi-wan's surprise not one of them objected. He had been certain that at least one of the members of the council would object, yet although some had been hesitant there was no outright denial.

"Thank you." Shaak was smiling softly, looking down at the cadet, her new padawan. The boy's eyes were wide and his smile was bright.

"You do know the significance of his vision, don't you?" Plo asked. Obi-wan smiled.

"Of course. Padawan Nova will be a wonderful jedi." There was only one group of jedi that wore white and carried yellow lightsabers. They were some of the most dedicated members of the order. If that was truly the boy's fate then Obi-wan was happy for him.

"What about the others? Do you have an estimate on how many of them are force sensitive?" The boy's expression suddenly became blank. Obi-wan was certain it was a trained response, so that if only one of them were discovered they wouldn't give their brothers away. It nearly broke his heart to see. The boy had only been alive for five years and already he understood sacrifice in a way that most would never understand.

"A decent amount, I would say. However I don't believe many of them will wish to become jedi." Obi-wan wasn't surprised in the least.

"Why not?" Asked Master Fisto.

"To quote the young Boba Fett; 'We're Mando'ade, we don't want to be jetii.'" Obi-wan couldn't stop his snort of amusement and pointedly ignored the glares sent his way.

"That's not very surprising. They've been trained their entire lives by Mandalorians. A vast majority of them probably see themselves as Mandalorian." If they'd sworn to the Resol'nare, the six tenets that make one Mandalorian, then they would be Mandalorian. Regardless of what the Republic thought of them. It made a shiver run down his spine. They were taught to obey jedi above all else, supposedly. But would they turn on the Mand'alor and his spouse if the jedi ordered it? From the information gathered it looked as though they had acted as pseudo parents and protectors for the clones. He didn't want to believe that the clones could turn on them if the Mand'alor called them to action but it was now a distinct possibility. Just what had Jango Fett hoped to accomplish being the template for the clone army?

"In any case, congratulations Master Ti, and you as well Padawan Nova. I take it you'll be making a quick trip to Coruscant? We can have everything ready for you when you arrive." Nova looked up at his new Master quizzically. She smiled and smoothed a hand over his short hair.

"We should be underway in a few hours. May the force be with you." Stepping away from the boy she bowed to the council. When the child noticed her doing this he quickly followed suit. Then the hollocall ended. They sat in silence for a time, contemplating the changes this knowledge would bring. To the jedi, the clones, the GAR, and the galaxy itself.

"If no one has anything else to bring up we can conclude this emergency meeting." Obi-wan was fairly certain Mace just wanted the meeting to end and was hoping no one was about to bring up any new issues.

Master Allie shattered that hope. "I have an incident report, with attached medical files, written by Healer Liera, that poses a small problem." His eyebrows rose into his hairline. How could anyone forget the incident that happened three days prior? He would have to get a copy later and read over the report.

Mace very pointedly did not sigh but motioned for Master Allie to continue.

"It appears that one of the knights, a young woman named Etain Tur-Mukan, is pregnant." It wasn't the fact that the young lady was pregnant that bothered him as much as the timing. "This information is only recorded here in the temple, as Healer Liera feels it would be a danger to the mother and child if the father of the child were to be revealed." She looked around the room, a serious look in her eyes. "This information will not be leaving this room." After no one spoke up to object she nodded.

"The child's father is a clone commando by the name of Darman, or RC-1136." Obi-wan looked over at Mace in time to see the man put his face in his hands and let out a long sigh. "The child will be of interest to many, mostly by those who would wish to experiment on the child or try to use his dna to harm the clones. She has also noted in her report that the child will be force sensitive."

"A jedi siring a child isn't uncommon, but the circumstances leave much to be desired." Muttered Adi.

"The father's family has already claimed the child." That caused a stir.

"Family? How?" Trust Agen to speak the obvious in the bluntest of terms.

Master Allie switched files on her datapad and glanced over what Obi-wan assumed to be notes. "Darman has been adopted by his training sergeant, a man named Kal Skirata who was brought into the GAR after an incident with a group known as the Null ARCs. So far he is the only one known to be able to control them. Master Camas was the one who authorized him for special advisory status." Obi-wan had heard of the commandos but had never worked with them before.

"The adoption can't be legal. The clones aren't considered citizens of the Republic." Master Gallia pointed out sourly.

"It's legal in the Mandalore system, if Kal Skirata is a Mandalorian and adopted him according to Mandalorian traditions. The spoken oaths are legally binding. If challenged I have no doubt that he would be backed by the Mand'alor and possibly even the Mandalorian Senator, Senator Satine Kryze." He had studied a lot as a padawan for his month long mission to Mandalore. A culture of honorable warriors who could, and would, kill a jedi if push came to shove? It had been both worrisome and fascinating. Satine herself had been a well of information and they had spoken at length about the different ideals currently held in the system. Although the Death Watch and the New Mandalorians had both been disbanded, one violently and one through careful negotiation, there were still some who held to their old ideals. She had also explained the Clan system and how a family was structured. Including the system wide belief that adoption was just as legitimate as a child of ones own blood. They even had a saying; Aliit ori'shya tal'din. Family is more than blood. "Which means that Clan Skirata will be taking the child when they are born."

"Knight Tur-Mukan has decided not to return to the temple for the duration of the pregnancy." A strange decision. Or maybe not. Mandalorians had little love for jedi and a man who trained the clones for the jedi would probably be even more skeptical and paranoid. "She will be traveling to the Mandalore System to stay with Clan Skirata."

"After Master Ti's discovery this seems much less surprising." There were a few faint chuckles. "There is nothing that can be done about it. The decision is out of our hands and we can't spare anyone to try and convince her to stay in the temple. Seeing as the father's family is willing to take her in for the time being, and we all know the Mandalore System has been one of the safest places in the Galaxy so far, we'll grant her the medical leave." With no objections Master Allie made a few changes to the files.

"Now all we have to do is find someone to take her place in the 35th Infantry." There were a few unattached knights who might be up to the task but for the time being Master Missur would just have to go without a jedi commander.

Mace looked around once more. "If there is nothing else to discuss I'm concluding the meeting here." To everyone's collective relief no one spoke up.

[Liera]

When she was finally allowed back at the GAR barracks after a three day grounding, she refused to call it anything else if only because Obi-wan made a face each and every time, she was practically smothered in hugs. Laughing she playfully shoved the worst offenders who didn't seem to want to let her go, which was mostly Jesse, Fives, Kicker, and Clip. Kix she let hug her as long as he wanted, seeing as she had worried him most of all. Rex seemed almost uncomfortable with it, which made her want to tease him about warrior stoicism. But before she could say anything he cleared his throat and gave her a stern look.

"I think you need to learn how to shoot and carry a holdout blaster. Your lightsabers are an easy target, but no one will expect you to shoot at them." The men cheered at the suggestion and Liera scoffed.

"I don't need to learn to shoot." Everyone groaned, much to her confusion.

"Jetii and their stubbornness…" Someone muttered.

"I already know how to shoot a blaster." There were a few questioning noises and she was once again being stared at intently. "I was on the run for four years and lightsabers are distinctive. Besides, they do teach jedi how to wield a blaster if it comes down to it. Or if you're going undercover." She shrugged. She'd been a good shot too. Blasters didn't require physical strength like lightsabers. Just fast reflexes and good observation skills. Both of which she had in spades.

"This I have to see. C'mon vod'ika, let's see what you can do!" Jesse grinned.

Liera knew there were a couple of shooting ranges in the compound but had never been there before. She was more than happy to migrate to one of them with the 501st. She was curious how blasters had evolved in the last seven hundred years.

Signing out a few blasters from the weapons sergeant they explained the various weapons and what they were used for. Liera listened carefully to each and quickly decided not to try any of the heavier weapons. Most of them looked as if she couldn't even lift them, let alone carry them out onto a battlefield. In the end she was left with a few of the rifles and the smaller handheld blasters. Rex went to speak with the range officer as the men continued talking about the which weapons were most useful in a myriad of scenarios.

Once they had permission to use the range they took up a small section and took turns giving her tips and encouragement between competing with each other. The rifles were a little unwieldy, she'd never gotten the hang of two handed weapons before, but they were fun to fire. In the end they would be too difficult to carry with her while she was saving lives so she put them off to the side when she was finished.

The more weapons she tried the better her aim became as she adjusted to the amount of power that each weapon could fire.

Finally picking up the pistol, called a DC-17, she felt it's weight in her hand and smiled. It was much easier for her to handle than the rifles, although it was still a little big for her hands. Squaring her shoulders she aimed down the sights and shot at the target. They weren't bullseyes but she at least hadn't missed the target entirely. Most of the shots were center mass with one of them through the thigh. The computer calculated her accuracy and gave her a score.

"Can all jedi do that?" Turning to look at the new group of soldiers she smiled at the man in white and dull brown armor.

"What, shoot? Most of them can, it's a learned skill like any other. But most jedi can use the force to know when to fire, where to aim, and can even redirect the bolt if they are skilled enough." Liera clicked the safety catch and set the blaster down before she took a step back. "But most jedi don't use blasters. I'm no longer a jedi so I don't have the same reservations they do." She looked over the new group but didn't recognize any of them. "Can I help you…?" The man nodded.

"Commander Levet, of the 35th Infantry." He held out his hand. She looked down at it for a moment before smiling and gripping his arm wrist to elbow. It was something the men of the 501st had taught her, something to show she was one of them. The Commander's eyes widened minutely but he said nothing about it.

"Healer Liera, of the 501st. A pleasure to meet you, commander." There were some murmurings behind the man but he ignored them, intense stare boring into her instead.

"I was wondering if you might know what happened to our jedi commander. She's usually in contact with us but we haven't been receiving any word lately." Liera felt a sinking feeling in her gut.

"Who is your jedi commander?"

"Commander Tur-Mukan, Miss." Yep, the that did not bode well.

"I'm afraid I don't know what has happened to keep her out of contact with you." It was a lie by omission, since she didn't know the specific circumstances that made the young woman keep out of contact for long enough to worry her men. The commander gave her an absolutely dry look and she fidgeted under his gaze. Lying was highly uncomfortable to her, even if it was just by omission.

"We know that she's on medical leave. We just want to know why." Translation; 'don't try to go around the issue.' Liera sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. She could feel eyes on her back and knew that the 501st were watching their interaction. She could feel how protective they were from where she was standing.

"Healer-patient confidentiality means that I can't tell you without her express permission. I'm sorry, Commander Levet." And she was. She wished she could give these men some peace of mind. But there was nothing she could do. Except… "But I can tell you that she's safe, and should continue to be so." That was as close to the truth she could get without breaking any vows. The commander stared at her silently for a long moment before he sighed.

"Thank you, Miss." The commander gave her a quick salute, followed by his men.

Before they dispersed she took a step forward to stop them. "If you have time later, Commander, maybe you and your men would like to come to the medical room in the 501st barracks. While I'm on Coruscant I've been stopping the accelerated aging forced on you and your brothers."

"We should have time, is 1300 acceptable?" It took her a moment to remember what that meant.

"That's fine, I'll see you and your men then." As they left she wondered if she'd done the right thing or not. The clones as a whole were highly intelligent. It would only be a matter of time before someone said something or added everything up and realised that Etain wouldn't be coming back for at least a year.

"Vod'ika! Just because you proved you know how to shoot doesn't mean you get to skip out on practice! " Kix called over while Jesse snickered.

Rolling her eyes she went back to the pistol she'd been using and checked it over. "So, if I can prove I'm competent at shooting will you leave me alone?" Hardcase snorted next to her.

"If you can get a higher score than the Captain, then we'll talk." Her eyes sharpened and a grin crossed her face. She always did like having a goal.

[Jango]

Standing in front of the stove he stirred the ground nerf covered in spices he'd brought back from Manda'yaim during his last trip home. The door chimed and he frowned. Unless it was an emergency, or someone had been invited, everyone knew not to bother him when he was spending time with his youngest. Movement from the corner of his eye made him look over to see his son heading down the hall toward the door. Letting his kid handle whoever it was he tossed a cup of neral into the skillet and measured out a cup and a half of water.

Hearing voices he realised whoever it was wouldn't be going away. "Bob'ika, who is it?" He asked, raising his voice so it carried down the hall. Picking up the knife he'd been using he pushed the chopped vegetables off the cutting board and on top of the mixture.

"The Jetii and Nova." His youngest called back.

"Jetii?" What the hell did she want now? They'd already been having issues with her meddling in the training regimens and showing up damn near every place she wasn't expected to be. It was getting harder and harder to keep her out of their business each day. If something wasn't done soon some of the trainers were liable to knock her out and push her off a platform. They were very protective of the lads they were personally training.

"I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, but my padawan and I will be leaving in a few hours and I had some questions for you." Letting out a sigh he stirred the mixture before he lowered the temperature and covered it with a lid. It would need to simmer for a few minutes.

"Boba, take them to the living room." He wanted to get whatever this was over with. Boba had already told him that the jetii knew about the verde's ability to use the force. He assumed her questions would be focused on that. It would have been nice if Haati were home as well but he'd wanted to chase after that rumor one of the ade sent him. The one about a jetiii that could reverse whatever it was the Kaminii did to the clones.

Cleaning his hands he entered the living room and eyed the cushions his son had brought over to the low table. Smart lad. "Go watch lunch so it doesn't burn." Boba nodded and got up from the floor, hurrying past him to the kitchen.

Lowering himself onto a cushion he looked between the Togrutii and the cadet who was trying very hard to look unfazed by being inside his apartment. It was one of the few rules he enforced about his time and personal space. Their apartment was off limits except for family. The fact that the jetii brought him there could mean one of a number of things. But there was no reason to speculate when he could just ask.

"Is this about the simulations again? Or something else?" The woman just watched him quietly for a moment.

"Earlier today I petitioned the jedi council to take Nova as a padawan; they accepted." Now that was a surprise. Haati had been pretty sure they would refuse. But then Haati hadn't been a jedi in over forty years. A lot could change in that time. Especially after a year of war.

"Congratulations are in order I take it?" The cadet looked down, his hands clenched over his knees at the dry tone in Jango's voice. He took a deep breath and projected a sense of calm. "I mean it, Nov'ika. If it's something you chose, then I'm happy for you." The boy looked up at him in surprise, a small blush crossing his face. Jango still wasn't sure what he'd done to earn the awe and respect of the clones, other than the fact that the trainers and the older clones held him in high regard.

"Thank you." He looked back at the jetii, who was studying him carefully, as if trying to solve a puzzle that was missing pieces. "I wanted to ask if you had any documents about what the Kaminoans did to the first force sensitive clones they discovered." Jango clenched his teeth, eyes going steely.

"Terminated." Even saying the word filled him with disgust. Who the fuck killed children just because they had an unforeseen ability? "After they tried to 'test' the limits of what they could do." Jango had only ever seen Haati that angry twice before. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room and all that was left was the cold void of space. Until that moment the Kaminii had ignored his riduur as someone insignificant. Just another Cuy'val Dar to train the clones. But that was the day they learned what fear truly was. And it came in the form of a short, pissed off, force sensitive, Mando parent. Even Kal had reacted in a calmer manner when it came to his first meeting with Orun Wa and the Nulls, and he'd been ready to skin one of them alive.

The jetii looked one part horrified, one part furious, and one part maternal protection. It was odd to see on a jetii's face but Haati had always said they adored kids just as much as the Mando'ade. "Since there are still force sensitives among the younger clones I assume that matter was seen to?"

"It was."

He wouldn't say how, the jetii would frown at him and lecture him on their methods. Although seeing the way she reached over and gently placed a hand on Nova's shoulder, looking down at him in concern, Jango thought she might have approved of what he and his people did to the demagolka hut'uun.

"How have you been able to keep them hidden for so long?" Jango frowned. He knew about the classes and what they entailed, had even sat in on a few of them, but he was unsure how to explain it in terms the jetii would understand. Thankfully Boba came back from the kitchen at that moment.

"Made tea." He said with a small shrug as he placed a tray of cups on the table. Jango smiled at his son and reached up to ruffle his hair.

"Think you can explain your buir's classes to the jetii? I only understand half of them." Boba stood quietly for a moment before he nodded and took a seat next to his father.

"There are five classes, three for everyone and two for CFS's." At the curious look from the jetii his son huffed. "Clone Force Sensitive. You won't find it written anywhere, only the vode know it." Well, the clones and their trainers. "The first class is one everyone takes. Meditation and mental fortitude. The second class is Distraction Avoidance Techniques. All the vode learn how to react to the force. How to keep their balance when grabbed by the force and thrown suddenly, how to keep calm when someone enters your mind, what kinds of impossible physical feats they can perform, and how far someone can push themselves with the force before you need to step in and stop them so they don't kill themselves." Jango was proud of his son. He didn't mention the part about how to react to the unnerving phenomenon of jetti suddenly knowing things they shouldn't, how to recognize when a jetii wasn't actually there mentally, and what signs to look out for if they suspected their jetii was going dark. "The third class is kind of like the physics and philosophy behind the force combined, I guess?" Boba crinkled his nose. His son hadn't taken the class yet since the curriculum was a bit over his head still.

"And those are for all the clones?" Jango nodded.

"The men have been told all their life that they were made for the jetii. So we taught them how to handle whatever could be thrown at them." Haati didn't want to leave them unequipped to handle the chaos the force could inflict on those who weren't used to it.

"And the final two classes?" Boba picked up the conversation again.

"Control, which is about learning how to use the force, and Anti-detection, which is how to hide from other force sensitives." The Togrutan looked genuinely surprised.

"You teach every one of them how to conceal themselves with the force?" Boba nodded then took a slow breath in and let it out again. The jetii's eyes widened.

"You are quite strong for your age." Boba shrugged, though his ears did redden slightly. Jango chuckled.

"Go check on lunch, it should be done by now. Set is aside, we'll eat once they leave." Getting up his son smiled at Nova and waved.

"Stay alive, vod'ika." Nova smiled back.

"I will."

"Were those all the questions you had?"

He asked.

"How did you, Mand'alor Fett, become the template for a clone army?" A slow, somewhat vicious, grin crossed his face.

"It's a long story that I don't plan on telling you jetii any time soon." There were a few plans currently in the works and giving away that information could disrupt at least three of them. "But I will tell you this; I wouldn't try to get rid of me or my men if I were you. Mandalore is allied with the Republic but we aren't part of the Republic." It was part warning and part threat.

"I see." Their eyes locked in a battle of wills but in the end she let it go.

"We must be getting ready to leave. When we return I hope you will allow my padawan and I to sit in on the classes. I don't want Nova to be parted from his brothers so suddenly." The boy looked up at the jetii with a bright smile of adoration.

"That's up to their trainers. But I'll see what I can do." The woman nodded politely and stood, followed quickly by her padawan.

"I hope you have a good day, Mand'alor Fett, may the force be with you." Jango watched the two of them leave before heading back into the kitchen. Boba looked up at him and smiled from where he was filling a couple of glasses with water.

"All set, buir." Over on the table he saw their lunch already set out and went to sit down. Boba brought over his water and set it down first before he went to his own seat.

"Things are getting worse, aren't they?" Looking up at his son he caught the serious concern on his face.

"In some ways. The jetii aren't reacting like your buire though they would. If we do this right we can keep them as allies unless everything goes to hell." If the jetiii could be persuaded to change their ways then there was hope that things with Dooku could pan out better than they hoped. As long as the jetii didn't step out of line when it came to the clones Jango wouldn't interfere too much. But the moment they overstepped their bounds they would find out why Jango was the sole ruler of the entire Mandalore System.


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Mando'a Translations:

Manda'yaim- The planet Mandalore
Neral- A type of grain from the Mandalore system.
Verde- Soldiers.
Ade- Children.
Kaminii- Kaminoans.
Riduur- Non-gendered word for spouse or partner.
Demagolka- Someone who commits atrocities, a real-life monster, a war criminal - from the notorious Mandalorian scientist of the Old Republic, Demagol, known for his experiments on children, and a figure of hate and dread in the Mando psyche
Hut'uun- Coward. One of the worst possible insults in Mando culture.
Vode- Brothers/Sisters/Comrades in arms. It's what the clones call themselves collectively.
Buire- Parent plural.