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

"aaaa"-talking out loud. "aaaa" (bold and italics)-talking through a holo or com. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. "aaaaa"-talking through a Bond or talking during a Force Vision. aaaa-Force Vision. "aaaa" (bold)-talking in another language. ("aaa") (bold, italics, and parenthesis)-talking through a holo or com in another language.

AN: Everything has gone crazy! I hope everyone is staying safe, smart, and healthy. We've gone to the store a couple times and it is so weird to see restrictions and empty shelves.

Thank you to BanzEye, IanAlphaAxel, and Multiple-Fandom-Writer for the reviews:)

-Right now I am trying to update Crossing Battlefields every week to every other week. That might change in the future as I am suppose to be starting a job soon. Hopefully though I will have Crossing Battlefields finished by September as I am set to go back to school in the fall to study for my Bachelor's degree.

-I am a huge fan of Dave Filoni's style and one of the things he's mentioned is that sometimes in an episode where nothing seems to happen, something actually does happen and you just need to read between the lines:)

-Again I can't give anything away about what is going to happen in future chapters or stories. You'll just have to keep reading and see what happens.

Mandalore has fallen, but Bo has stayed behind and Satine is safe and healing on Coruscant. But something is coming...

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Interlude-Seed and Grow, Seed and Grow

"I still want to go through with this."

Even sitting in a bed in the Healing Ward and dressed in the plain robes of the ward, Satine was even inch the Duchess of Mandalore. Her blonde hair had been pulled back in a simple, loose bun and her face was bare of makeup. She looked nothing like the pacifist leader of the past. She looked like a warrior.

And Satine thought that it was exactly what she needed to be.

"What about your sister?" Analise sat on the edge of the bed, holding her friend's hand in hers. Padme stood at her side. "You've been thinking about setting up a new government with her. That means she will have to agree to it. Will she?"

Satine nodded her head sharply. "Bo might have been a part of Death Watch and the history between Mandalore and the Order has been tense, but there has always been respect to a certain degree."

Bail stroked his neatly trimmed goatee. "Would it make it easier to offer training to the warriors and soldiers?"

"It might...As it is the offer to fix the moon even parts of Mandalore will be a huge incentive. Our own civil wars have left our world struggling."

"The lack of natural resources means that you have had to ship a lot of materials and food, even basic items in from other worlds. Restoring some of what was lost would help in terms of the planet's finances." Mon Mothma had opted to sit in a chair rather than hover at Satine's bed. She held a datapad in her hands, taking notes and glancing at the various reports. "But we also can't move forward with any sort of finalization until we get the war ended and the Clones recognized as full Republic citizens. This," she held up the datapad, "Is mainly an issue between the Jedi Order and Mandalore. The Senate will have little they can do about this."

Analise sighed as Padme lightly stroked her head to soothe away the headache she knew her sister-in-law was dealing with. "Then we end the war first..."

"No Analise," Bail interrupted gently. "First we announce the formation of a committee to look into making the Clones citizens."

"That's going to make some people mad."

"We're counting on it."

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Two nights later every single news channel on the net all had the same headline.

"Committee to be formed to explore options to create pathway to full Republic citizenship for Clones! This committee will also look at possible planets on which to home the Clones!"

It was all anyone could talk about all over the galaxy be they Republic or Separatist. The chance that a committee was even being formed was something that at one time seemed insane, was now an expected reality.

Many voices were raised in support. The Clones had saved so many lives, so many worlds. They were the heroes who received far less praise than the Jedi they served under.

Still they were many who were upset. Who claimed that the Clones were just things, not actual beings. That they could never be more than manufactured soldiers.

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Inside his office, Palpatine raged quietly. The only witness to see his loyal servant Mas Amedda.

He had tried so many times to bring down that festering bunch of do-gooders in the Senate, the Jedi Order. He had spent so much time and energy trying to bring down the Skywalkers. To get Anakin onto his side. The power Skywalker held was the key to everything. He felt like the boy was swaying to his side, but that blasted family of his, those damn friends were holding him back.

"There has to be a way!" He slammed his fist down on his desk. "How can I defeat them?"

"If I may my Lord," Amedda bowed slightly. He was not afraid of his Lord's anger. "You have been attacking them all at once. Maybe you should limit the focus of your rightful rage..."

Palpatine slowly nodded. "Yes...take out one at a time." He could afford to patient. He had the time.

But who?

He glanced at his list of appointments for the day and a twisted smile slowly blossomed on his face.

The little one. Their baby sister, the Padawan. So much like Skywalker. Always breaking the rules, pushing the limits, and questioning authority. The brat defended those bits of canon fodder and if rumors were correct was romantically involved with one.

If she was pushed by someone who didn't like the war, it might push her too far...

And again if rumors were correct, he knew the perfect person to set his plans in motion.

"Mas Amedda, contact Jedi Knight Barriss Offee. I think it's time she and I had a little chat..."

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