So...I spent 2 weeks working on this chapter, but I hated it. The grammar was all wrong and I don't like the beginning place that I put. Of course, I threw it away. Then my computer just gave up and deleted my ENTIRE KIRFFING CHAPTER IN PROGRESS. Anyway, this is the product of two weeks of late nights. Progress will be really slow. Most characters are George Lucas' except for some. (I shamelessly ask for comments.)

47 BBY

For Jedi Master Plo-Koon, it was a normal pick up like any other. Get to the house, explain to the parents, get the child, and leave. That didn't mean that he didn't care about the children he brought to the temple. Each child was special to him, with their own force signatures and strengths. This pickup, on the other hand, was different in the force. The was no time to think through. He had a mission to complete.

The bright blue-white of hyperspace disappeared as the blackness of space flashed into view, stretched around the blue-green planet of Stewjon. The above-average sized planet seeming tiny in the emptiness of space.

As he opened the ship comm, a faint crackling echoed over the line before it cleared.

"This is Stewjon Air Control, please state name and business." A commanding male voice spoke.

"This is Jedi Master Plo-Koon here for the retrieval of two force-sensitive younglings." His deep, slightly monotone voice responded.

A moment passed before the voice came back on the comm again.

"Cleared. Please make your way to platform 3."

The comm crackled as it was shut off on the other end, and Plo-Koon followed the guide to the mentioned bay. As he flew over the city, he had to admire the smooth, dark wood architecture used to build the pristine, small town of Rysis.

There were only 4 landing platforms in the capital, the nondescript, farming planet not normally visited. As he walked out of the ship, Plo-Koon pulled his hood over his head, effectively concealing his identity. As he walked through the city, Plo-Koon could see the many people around town.

When he asked one of the locals as to where the Kenobi family lived, he could see the disdain they had for the family in their faces.

"you should not be asked about those little Thi'kils around here! They wouldn't even do good in your devil arms" The woman spat in his face. Then she abruptly turned and walked away. What had that been all about? Plo sighed. He hadn't even gotten the location. Time to do it the old fashioned way.

He could feel it now. Two force signatures that shone like a supernova in the force. The young children's presence shouting to the sky we shall not be ignored. The house that harbored those small lives was small, modest, and on the outskirts of town. Two knocks on the door were all it took for it to be thrown open, and a blaster barrel pointed at his face.

Plo-Koon slowly raised his arms in surrender.

"I mean no harm." He tried to soothe the man holding the weapon to his face. Plo could see the dark circles surrounding the man's eyes and sympathized with his troubles. Many of the new younglings brought to the temple had stressed out him and the creche workers as well.

He glared at Plo before firmly growling, "You will never take them."

A woman, who looked not much better than the man at the door, appeared beside him, putting her hand on his arm. "Hear him out please." She whispered quietly to the man, presumably her husband. Her face was drawn in resignation, but her eyes burned with a bright fire.

The man paused for a moment before stiffly moving to the side of the doorway, his eyes following Plo-Koon as he stepped into the modest household. he could see toys scattered about and hear the faintest of cries coming from a room in the adjacent hallway. The woman gestured for him to sit at the coffee table after she cleared it of colorful toys, her husband standing to the side with the gun still in hand.

This was going to one long day.

Please give me some advice for future chapters. I know this was a short one but once the wheels in my brain start turning again I'll post. I have a vague idea of where I want it to go, but outside ideas are always welcome. Hope ya'll have a wonderful day.

Edit: I noticed that Plo-Koon is a little OOC. Sorry about that.