A/N: This episode is based off of "The Academy," but I didn't want to simply carbon copy the original episode just with a new character or two in the scene.

"Looks like we're working together." Kyle day next to Ahsoka aboard Skywalker's freighter nicknamed the "Twilight." "Hey, didn't you guys crash this ship like a month ago?" He remembers Skywalker being noticeably down after this.

"With a little bit of elbow grease you can fix anything." Anakin chimes in, extremely chipper. "Welcome aboard, kid." Anakin greeted Kyle. "No doubt you've been briefed?" Kyle nods.

"Yup. Me and Ahsoka are teaching a class about political corruption within the Mandalorian government. I have my notes written down. I plan to cram for job for the entire trip." Kyle says eagerly, making Ahsoka roll her eyes at his giddiness towards doing homework.

"Yes, and did Master Grant tell you you're enrolling into the academy?" Skywalker adds. Kyle stops for a second, his bright expression dimming.

"Uh. No, she failed to mention that." He said sheepishly.

"You'll be enrolled into the academy under the name 'Helmuth Falken'." Kyle was pleased.

"That's better than my name." He whispered to Tano, who told him to hush.

"Anyone asks where you're from, say you're an exchange student from Concordia." Skywalker tries to keep the details short and sweet as not to overwhelm the boy.

"Where's Concordia?" Kyle asks.

"It's in the Mandalorian sector in the Outer Rim." Ahsoka answers.

"Why do I need to be from there?"

"This school only takes Mandalorians. Obviously, Songin isn't in their sector." Kyle nods. His planet neighbors the sector and is sandwiched between them and Bandomeer.

"You'll be attending Ahsoka's class, so make sure you get their on time and pay attention."

"So how exactly am I supposed to root out corruption if all I'm doing is going to school?"

"Ahsoka will be handling that part. You're part is to keep the students from getting involved. Keep them at bay and keep as many people as you can busy if you need to." Sounds like Kyle was given needless busywork while someone else a level above him got the harder job. "Make sure you buy in to Ahsoka's teachings. Ask questions, try and stimulate their minds." Kyle rolls his eyes. That's the teachers job, he was about to say, but thought against it.

"Master, maybe Kyle could talk to one of the relatives of a high ranking official at the academy and obtain information useful to our mission?" Ahsoka throws out there in effort to not push Kyle completely to the sidelines.

"Yeah, i heard the Duchess Satine's nephew goes to the academy... umm.. Porky is his name." The Mandalorian Royal Family is subjected to plenty of scorn and admiration from their people. The constant news coverage only further widens the divide.

"His name is Korkie. K-O-R-K-I-E." Ahsoka spells it out in a way even Kyle could understand.

"I'll allow it." Anakin figures nothing could go wrong simply by letting Kyle talk to people. He's fairly personable and responsible with his choice of words. "You need to hand over your lightsaber." He informs him cadets aren't allowed to have weapons on school premises and certainly a lightsaber would arouse suspicion.

"Take good care of her, Master." Kyle asks before handing it over. "Took me ages to construct it."

Skywalker looks at Kyle with great reverence for his willingness to never give up in the face of adversity. Many Jedi struggle building their lightsabers. He didn't know how long was "ages" in the way Kyle was using the term, but he could bet it took him a couple of months and some sleepless nights.

"I built my lightsaber in two days." Ahsoka gloats with a satisfied smile.

"Ahsoka," Anakin gently asked his Padawan to cease her taunting. "It isn't important how long it took, what matters is he finished it."

Ahsoka shrugs. "Just saying." No matter what, the universe always found a way to remind Kyle he wasn't as good as his peers. If it wasn't for his long fuse the constant reminders would've driven him mad.

"And another thing, you can't wear that." Anakin gestures to Kyle's shabby Jedi attire. His brown tunic had rips and tears and was untucked. "Did you even wash it?" Ahsoka sniffs and immediately grimaces.

"Argh, gross!" She pinches her nose extra tight to prevent the stench from invading her senses.

"What? It's not like I have access to washer and dryer! Besides, this is good you seeing me like this. It meant I left everything on the battlefield for you." Whenever Kyle tries to talk himself up, no matter who it is he's speaking too, he always comes across as a used speeder salesman.

"Fantastic. Maybe if this Jedi stuff doesn't work out you could get a coaching job with all your sports related mantras." Anakin remarks not withholding his snark this time. "The tunic, goes in the garbage. Your shoes..." He stares at the black sneakers with horror.

"What?"

"You've been wearing sneakers this entire time?"

"Master Grant doesn't mind."

Skywalker rolls his eyes. "I doubt that. Hand them over. Jedi wear boots. Better for the terrain and looks more presentable." He explains.

"Yes, because when I am about to enter a party I think 'what is the best boot to wear that is the most covered in mud and the oil of my robotic enemies'." Kyle's little joke managed to get Ahsoka to snicker.

"Regardless, your outfit and appearance is disrespectful to the Jedi. When you get back I'll have you some better clothes to wear. Anyways, for the academy, this is what you're wearing." Skywalker holds up a hologram of the school uniforms. A tight blue vest to go with slim fit navy blue pants and a belt.

"Wow. The designer really let his imagination run free with this." Kyle pretends to show admiration towards the attire. "So this is my uniform?" He is given a set of clothes and goes in the back to put them on, coming back looking like someone sucked the life out of him.

Ahsoka whistles. "Pretty snazzy." She gives a thumbs up, clearly taking enjoyment from Kyle's misery, his expression conveys obvious disgust as well.

"Might be a size too small." Anakin notices the pants legs didn't reach far enough. "Pull up your socks and you'll be fine."

"Great. Now this mission can go off without a hitch." Kyle says, feigning a sigh of relief.

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Going back to school wasn't something Kyle expected to do during his Jedi career. He managed conspicuous to start, finding a seat in the corner of the classroom. Ahsoka hasn't started teaching yet. Kyle didn't really take the classes seriously, appearing to jot down notes, hardly doing it in actuality.

"Hey, you're new?" A kid asks him, whispering while leaning in. The teacher didn't introduce Kyle, which struck him as odd.

"Yeah." Was all he replied, trying to play it off cool.

"You gotta name?" Kyle though for a second. He tried to remember the fake name Skywalker gave him. Stealing a glance at his name tag he was saved from his bad memory.

"Helmuth Falken"

"What an odd name. Certainly not Mandalorian." The kid looks at him suspiciously.

"What's you're name?" Kyle asks nonchalantly.

"Korkie Kryze." The boy extended his hand for a shake. Kyle perked up and started paying attention.

"Oh, your the Duchess' nephew!" His jubilance at finding an intended target made him almost blow his cover. Korkie told him to quiet down so they don't get in trouble.

"So what's the story here?" Kyle asks. Korkie gives him a look of bewilderment. Able to tell he didn't know what he meant, he elaborated. "Who are the big names here?"

"Well, my aunt for one. Which you seem to know I am related to for some reason..." Korkie points out the oddity in that occurrence.

"Your family is all over the news. It's impossible not to hear about you guys." That excuse seemed to work on Korkie.

"Are you pro or against the Duchess Satine?" He asks, expecting Kyle to say anti. He's heard plenty of obscenities lobbed towards him and his family for all kinds of things.

"It's either this or that terrorist group you have ... what are they called? Death Watch." He remembers. "Satine seems alright. Better than most monarchs. I heard she's cut from the same cloth as Amidala. Kind, compassionate. Always puts her people first." He told Korkie sincerely.

"Thank you, that means a lot." Korkie smiles.

After a couple of hours the class mercifully dismissed itself. Korkie went his way and, by virtue, Kyle went his own. Lunch break came soon after, students lined up in a neat line awaiting their meals. Kyle compared the lengths of hair on the male students scalps, noticing he was the only one with a short style cut. He remembered to cut off his braid to hide the fact he's a mole from the Jedi Order.

"What's on the menu?" Kyle asks another student, who seemed to stare forward blankly for the entire time she's been in front of him.

"Our choices today are peanut butter & jelly, or tuna sandwiches." Those words bring Kyle back to his formative years prior to joining the Jedi. The mess hall at the Jedi Temple typically serves some sort of wheat or oat cereal on the daily. He didn't expect five-star meals to be served in the Jedi Order. He did, however, expect some variety.

"Sounds good!" Kyle meant that. It's been ages since he's had a peanut butter & jelly sandwich. His exuberance towards an average meal that is commonplace in most Mandalorian schools raised the eyebrow of the student. Kyle noticed and felt like an idiot. "They put you undercover and you can't stop making people look at you!" He mentally slaps himself.

"I mean, oh, dang!" He groans. "PB&J AGAIN?!"

"It's so stale and the center of it is just a big puddle of combined tastes that don't fit." She pans the sandwich. It took a lot of self restraint for Kyle not to retort back. "You're new here?" She asks.

"How could you tell?" He wanted to know.

"Well, you're haircut is different for starters. You certainly don't look like a Mandalorian." She comments.

"What do you mean?"

"Mandalorians have more lighter skin. Yours is more of a copper hue." She gestures to Kyle's youthful face.

"Ah," Kyle concedes to her points. "Name's Helmuth, by the way."

"Hayliaa. So where you're from?" Kyle gave her the same spiel he gave Korkie. Right before he was set to be next in the longest line he's ever been in, he noticed Korkie being dragged away by three students. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he ventured outside the line and followed the foursome.

They were dragging Korkie by the back of his neck, appearing to mumble not so kind words to him. Kyle didn't know when was the right time to intervene. Perhaps this was a misunderstanding and these were friends playfully hazing one another. The smacks upside Korkie's red haired head put those thoughts aside for Kyle.

Korkie was dragged behind the gymnasium where the dumpsters are located and they proceeded to beat on him with little remorse. "This is what your mother gets for throwing my dad in jail!" One of the participants held up Korkie's face, grabbing his cheeks tight before spitting on him. Kyle knew now it was time to intervene.

"Why don't you pick on someone who'll fight back?" Kyle barked out his challenge, arms stretched out.

"Who the hell are you?" One burly student demanded to know.

"I'm the guy that's going to beat you down if you don't leave." Kyle proposed to the three bullies. They chuckled thinking Kyle was insane. He was outnumbered and his body strength didn't rival any of the three.

"Keep the Duchess' kid down, me and Jones will take care of this moron." Kyle fought with all his might. The two bigger students pushed him around before clubbing him behind the head. Kyle found a way to rally himself and overtake Jones, ramming his head into the wall and breaking his nose in the process. His comeback was stifled by the other student reasserting his dominance. He looked at Kyle and Korkie, suffering from bloody noses and swollen cheeks. Their work here was done and then some.

"Korkie, looks like you're no longer enemy number one." The burly student laughs. He grabs Kyle by the hair, his eyes conveying a dazed expression. "You, mess with my friend you get what's coming to you." He punches Kyle right square in his nose, when the first attempt didn't break it the second one did. He let Kyle's head hit the floor with a thud.

"See you tomorrow, Korkie." The student says before his cliche leaves the scene. Korkie crawls over to check on Kyle, who no doubt took the worse beating of the two.

"Stay right here, I'll go get the medic." Kyle couldn't really speak, he could only look straight at Korkie, battling against his brain's attempts to shut down.

"I'm fine!" He willed himself up, using Korkie's hand for assistance. "Who were those guys?"

"If their taunts didn't tell you, Flint, Tilden and Jones are the offspring of parents who my aunt imprisoned for their role in the corruption ring."

"What corruption?"

"They worked in a black market system delivering weapons to Death Watch or to the Separatists."

"Any group hostile to your aunt's rule?" Kyle supposed.

"The prime minister says he's on the case. I don't know. Doesn't seem to be all too concerned." Korkie didn't know why he was talking this much about political matters. "You're bleeding. Let me help you."

"I'm fine." Kyle said again. "I've taken worser beatings than-" His legs crumbled from under him and he fell flat on his face. Korkie ran to get medical assistance with great haste.

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Kyle awoke dazed and confused as to what's happened. The last thing he remembers is his conversation with Korkie. Ahsoka was at his bedside, by the look on her face he could tell there was genuine concern for his wellbeing. It warmed his heart knowing she cared.

"Ahsoka, don't you have a class to teach." He asks her.

"That was yesterday." She tells him. Kyle's eyes widened at the fact he's been out for a whole day. A sharp pain hits his cranium. "The medical droid said you've likely sustained a concussion."

"Did she give me anything?" Kyle points to the IV he found himself hooked up to for the second time in a month.

"You can't take medication if you have a concussion." She tells him. Kyle tries to get himself out of bed, feeling the room spin around him. Ahsoka stops him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to work." He replies dryly. Ahsoka shakes her head.

"I can handle this myself. You rest." Kyle didn't like that idea. He's here on a mission. They'll be plenty of time for healing when the job is done. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

"I talked to Korkie, he said the prime minister is a bit of aloof when it comes to the corruption ring on Mandalore." Ahsoka nods.

"Almec is a curious character. He and the Duchess do not have a history of being on the same page. I'll keep an eye on it. For now, you rest."

"Ahsoka, I'm here to help you." Kyle reminds her.

"You've done enough. Heal up and we'll continue with our mission." Kyle reluctantly accepts there's no way for him out of this.