Ahsoka was preparing for her next batch of students to walk in. The goal was the same as the first class, to educate the youths of the scandals currently plaguing Mandalore. Even Ahsoka had to admit this wasn't what she envisioned being a Jedi would entail. Many of the students are around her age, if not a year or two her senior. They looked at her with suspicion. Some even fell asleep during her classes.

"Happy to see we have a full house here." Ahsoka's attempt at light humor fell on deaf ears. Her words of how an active citizenry is vital to the health of a fully functioning democracy didn't convince the jaded students in the slightest.

"Is she joking?" She could hear one of them whisper to another. Looks of bewilderment greeted her words, if not pure apathy.

"A good leader doesn't sacrifices moral integrity for the sake of money or power." That sentiment invoked the snickers of the classmates. Her look of boredom conveyed to them she wasn't amused by their antics and demanded respect. Hayilee stood up.

"Mrs. Tano, with all due respect, I-"

"Ms." A boy corrects her.

"What?"

"It's 'ms.', Mrs means she's married." He explains. Growing restless, Ahsoka signaled with her wrist for the student to carry on.

"Most of our politicians are corrupt. Our system is the most powerful in the galaxy to have not chosen a side in The Clone War and our legislative body is flooded with politicians taking bribes from both combatants. It's not like we don't understand our moral rot. We don't think we can do anything about it."

"That's where you're wrong. No matter how dire the political or social climate, the power of the people will triumph over corruption."

"But our electorate is misinformed and point the fingers at one another. They're a hopeless cause." Korkie gloomily admits. "Even my aunt is overwhelmed by it."

"It's true when the standards of living go down, coupled with a misinformed electorate the people will scapegoat minorities, but that doesn't mean we should give up. The freedoms you enjoy today are because of the tireless activism of generations before you." She implores the students to get engaged, some actually do appear willing. The problem is harnessing this new found energy into something productive. Ahsoka didn't know how to execute the next step.

Later she spoke with her master via hologram in her quarters, unsure whether she was sufficiently performing her duties. "I can't get them to listen, Master." She confessed. "They all look hopeless. Like they've given up."

Anakin didn't like the sound of that. As a slave boy from Tatooine, he knew what it was luck to be young and hopeless. His salvation literally came falling out of the sky. Unfortunately, the solution to Mandalores incessant and rampant corruption won't be answered so easily.

"You mustn't give up on them Ahsoka. Last thing Mandalore needs is the next generation to become apathetic."

Ahsoka wandered the halls, conversing with the students who were more interested with the Jedi than their own studies. She recognized Korkie and the student she talked to earlier in class walking to the medical room.

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Not too long after Ahsoka's class, Korkie and Hayilaa came to visit Kyle. "Prime minster Almec said you'd still be in here."

"Doesn't the prime minster have better things to do than to hang around the academy?" Kyle asks.

"Unlikely. Almec invested half his yearly earnings into this academy. Being the micromanager that he is, Almec makes time to personally make sure everything is run in tip-top shape." Hayilaa answers.

"It's not like the role of prime minster is more than a figurehead position anyway." Korkie adds.

"It is?" Kyle wasn't aware of this fact. "The prime minster is mostly to act as a proxy for the duchess if she cannot make a meeting or a ribbon cutting event." Korkie educates the novice Kyle. "Don't you know this?"

"No. I guess that beating i took robbed me of my memory." He joked.

"Ahsoka is very passionate about corruption. Do you think the Jedi have that as a problem in their order?" Hayilaa asks. Korkie shrugs.

"Every institution has corruption. Ahsoka is just very driven by ideology. Which is odd. I didn't think Jedi are supposed to have one." Korkie notes the hypocrisy that Kyle didn't pay too much mind too.

"I wonder if the Jedi teach classes about corruption?"

"No. The teachings of the Jedi mostly revolve around agricultural matters and meditation." Kyle answers, earning the stare of the two students he's supposedly is trying to hide his identity from.

"How do you know that?" Realizing he's screwed up, Kyle thinks fast for a lie.

"My friend is in the Jedi Order. We used to write each other all the time. Sadly we've lost touch with each other.

"Almec always been jealous and wants to take Satine's power. Rumor is he is a turncoat for the Separatists." Hayilaa said. "I heard he's meeting with a representative from the C.I.S tonight."

"But most people Mandalore are sympathetic to the Galactic Republic." Korkie counters.

"Doesn't matter. He's the one in power."

"Where are they meeting?" Kyle asks.

"Don't know, but he's leaving within the hour. We thought we'd visit you before we tail him." Hayilaa explains their plans nonchalantly.

"You seriously can't expect that to go well." Kyle tells them its best for them to not shadow a high profile politician. "You'll surely go to prison for harassment... or stalking."

"Come on, Helmuth, don't tell me you don't want in on this action?" Hayilaa tries to goads Kyle into coming along. Truth be told, knowing this information now Kyle was about to leave the hospital bed and follow Almec himself.

"My aunt loaned me her speeder, we could use that-" Korkie was cut off by Hayilaa.

"Oh, that surely won't arouse suspicion. He probably knows what Satine's vehicles look like. I have a speeder, we'll take mine." She tells him.

"That hunk of junk? Smells like burnt hair back there." Korkie grimaces at the thought of entering such a hapless speeder again.

"What ever the transport, it'll have to be something Almec can't detect. The hunk of junk will do." Kyle gets himself off the bed, feeling life reenter his sleeping ankles. "I'm in. Let's go."

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The teens followed Almec's small convoy to the capital of Mandalore, Sundari. Almec stood and waited, but nobody showed. Kyle thought Korkie and Hayilaa have been given bad information. Until he saw Almec reach into his jacket pulling out a circular projected holoprojector, a hooded figure appeared.

"It's about time you've called." Almec knew it was risky to get snippy with the leader of the Confederates, his angst was getting the best of him.

"Be calm, prime minster. I trust you're going through the proper precautions to keep our meetings secret." Count Dooku replies.

"Get the camera out!" Kyle elbows Korkie.

"Yes. I've been waiting here for nearly an hour. I see no weapons, and another thing, there isn't any sign of the Duchess Satine's rule being shaken by your actions."

"Again, I implore you to remain calm. Your time will come."

"You said if I devoted all my resources to the C.I.S you'd have me King of Mandalore in a year's time. Well, I don't have a year. The walls are closing in on me, Count. The Jedi have now gotten involved."

"They suspect Death Watch is the culprits behind all of the unrest. They will not suspect you, one of the Duchess' most esteemed allies." He assures.

"Oh, really?" Almec wasn't convinced. "Either you give me an army to overthrow the Duchess or-" Korkie's elbow slips, knocking over a crate. "I'll call you back." He pulls out his blaster and the two teens come out of the shadows, arms held up above their heads.

"Oh, dear. What do we have here?" A loud thud follows, Kyle hits the floor and is dragged by Tilden to the group. "He was trying to ambush you, sir." Kyle rolls his eyes. This guy, again?

"Who are you?" Almec didn't recognize this student, by the looks of it he didn't appear to be from Mandalore. "A spy?"

"No. Just a kid with tons of heart and a dream." He flashes a cheesy smile, of which Tilden greets with a hard right across the cheek. "Lies." Almec knew this kid was a mole. "Who sent you? The Jedi?" When Kyle didn't respond, Almec's expression turned sinister.

"Alright, if you won't respond, then I have alternative means of getting you to talk. Jones, get me the shock collar!"

"You're going to make me do tricks?" Kyle chuckles.

"No, silly. I'm going to fry your throat until you tell me who you're working for!"

"Wait!" Korkie reaches into his back pocket, pulling out the ring recording device. "I'll give you this if you-"

"No!" Kyle panics, breaking free from Tilden's hold by head butting him in the chin from behind, he tries to use the Force to obtain his blaster, but is hastily hooked up to the shock collar and shot with electricity pulsating up and down the nerves of his neck, bringing him to heel.

"A Jedi? How fitting. I knew they weren't to be trusted."

"They were right not to trust you!" Korkie's bellies out before the recording device is stolen by Jones. Hayilaa shoots a glare at Korkie. "Good going." She growls, while Korkie goes within himself, eyes looking down at the floor.

"I knew the Duchess' nephew wasn't entirely useless. Thank you, Korkie." Almec pats the boys head.

A loud whistle catches the attention of the participants, their heads turning to the sound, Jones was subdued, all that was heard was a loud thud. Kyle was freed from his collar and turned the tables on their captors, again trying to obtain a blaster through the Force, this time succeeding and wounding the prime minister in the arm.

Ahsoka incapacitated the two guards accompanying Almec, freeing Korkie and Hayilaa in the process.

"It's over, prime minister!" Kyle holds Almec at gunpoint. Faced with no other options, his muscle neutralized he held up hands, a sorrowful look on his face. The ending of an otherwise prestigious career come to ruin through endless ambition and little principals.

"How'd you find us?" Kyle whispers to Ahsoka.

"I overheard Korkie and Hayilaa talking after class." She gives the students a lecherous look.

"You told us it was important to fight corruption, Ms. Tano!" Korkie challenges.

"Not by putting yourself in danger. You all could have gotten killed."

"I think we can all agree there are better ways to root out corruption than by turning into vigilantes, but right now, Korkie, you should probably call your aunt."

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"It's all right here on this." Korkie hands the recording device to Satine, she listens to the conversation Almec had with Dooku and is appalled.

"My most trusted advisor, a traitor."

"There are very few people you can trust in times like this." Kyle sternly says.

"Thank you for bringing Almec into custody. You've made the Jedi proud if I say show myself." Satine said confidently. Ahsoka and Kyle see Anakin's ship descending on the landing pad, not looking amused.

"So how did it go?" Anakin crosses his arms, waiting for the inevitable lie.

"It has its moments." Ahsoka shrugs. Anakin was about to call Ahsoka out when he saw how beat up Kyle was. His face, specifically his left cheek was still swollen and his nose was still broken.

"What happened to you?"

"You know, just another day at school." He follows Ahsoka's lead with a nonchalant reply.