Class was dismissed, another day closer to Kyle completing his time serving in archive duty. While he enjoyed it at first, he was finding his patience wearing thin. Bits and pieces of stories leaked through hearsay of a mysterious weapon at the C.I.S disposal. Eager to get back into the field to do his part, the Jedi Council wouldn't hear his overtures.

Tera had returned to the temple for a needed rehabilitation of her body. Luckily, everything was on the up and up so her time on the shelf wouldn't last very long. Before she headed back to Geonosis to assist Ahsoka in locking the territory down, she thought it appropriate to check in on her Padawan, seeing him scrub the floor of the class room of dirt and spit the Younglings casually threw on it.

"You look like you're staying busy." Tera says. Kyle shrugs, still feeling awkward around her after she caught him playing hooky. Though she did praise his growing skills in lightsaber combat, she believed Kyle was reckless and lacked an understanding how a Jedi is supposed to act. She hoped Sinube could fill Kyle in and educate the young teen.

"Where's Master Sinub?" Kyle shrugs again, not knowing where the old man is.

"My guess is, either in the mess hall eating oatmeal or napping. Class is over, his teaching is done for today." He points out.

"Still, i'd like to talk to him before I go." Kyle stopped what he's doing and turned around. "No, I didn't ask the council to lift your punishment. You're in this for the long haul."

"Master, i-"

"Learned your lesson. No, I don't thing you have. Kyle, you can't expect to live on the edge and not pay the price for such a lifestyle." She scolded her Padawan, like a mother would a misbehaving child. Kyle was told to assist Sinube teach his next class and do as he said until she returned from field duty.

Growing irritable, Kyle did what he was told and made a mental note to seek a healthy release for his frustration when down time came around. He found his solution inside the dojo, which Sinube instructed him to clean. The holodroid he repaired weeks prior stood stationary in the corner, his presence gave Kyle an idea. Switching the holodroid on, he tasks it to "give him a challenge" extracting a training lightsaber from its holster on the wall.

"Which combatant you wish me to embody?" Kyle looks over the menu of possible historical Jedi and Sith, picking Anakin, looking for what he considers the ultimate challenge.

Blue rings swirled around the holodroid, taking the form of Anakin Skywalker, circa the time of his apprenticeship. This version of Skywalker was skinnier, leaner, and sported a braided in a hairstyle not too dissimilar to Kyle's current one.

Kyle's sparring session began on the wrong foot, luckily the holodroid was also only equipped with a training lightsaber causing the harm on the level of hard plastic. "Anakin" was simply overwhelming and knocked Kyle on his back every couple of minutes.

"Would you like me to turn the intensity down?" It asks. Kyle shakes his head, ordering for the session to remain on the same course of difficulty.

"Anakin" pounces, Kyle rolls out of the way, recovering quickly to engage in a vicious saber lock. Driven to one knee, Kyle sought a solution to his most recent dilemma. "Anakin" got greedy and went in for the fictitious kill, in the last moment before certain defeat Kyle let loose an invisible push from the palms of his hands sending his sparring partner backwards. Kyle leapt at the opportunity to capitalize, finding his rally snuffed out and thrown to the ground.

"I win again, sir." The droid calmly says while pointing his weapon at Kyle's throat.

"Alright, you can switch off now." But it didn't turn off, it merely continued looking at Kyle quizzically. "What?"

"Pardon me for troubling you sir, but everyone I've met seem to be calling '28-03' and I'd really wish to have an actual name."

"Droids care what they're called?" Kyle thought to himself. "Okay, what do you want to be called?"

"I was hoping you had an idea, sir?"

Kyle thought for a moment, scanning the dojo in hopes of getting an off the cuff idea. "Uhhh." He ponders. "How about, Sophisticated, Universal Combat Specialist. SUCS." Kyle smirks to himself, so satisfied he thought of the acronym on the fly.

"I love it sir, thank you!" Kyle rolls his eyes before leaving, feeling a little bad for what he's done. Knowing droids, he'll likely introduce himself by his full name and not the acronym. Prior to his departure, he announced his intentions to call the droid "Sid" instead, as a way to ease his conscious.

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Being alone on Geonosis was a brand new experience for Ahsoka. So far from Coruscant and from her master, the reigns were wholly in her control. Commanding a reasonably large group of irregulars a tad south of 20,000, Tano needed to be precise and considerate with how she used her force. Food was low, resources were thinning. Ahsoka made the decision to lead a small band of soldiers back to the ships initial crash landing place to secure what was needed for the coming days.

"Eventually, we'll call for reinforcements." Ahsoka sighs, wanting to get through just a week before that point so to prove to Anakin she could carry herself well in battle, even when alone.

"Commander Tano, I have spotted a peculiar occurrence not too far from here." Jania informs her.

"Take me there." Ahsoka replies. As it turns out, the peculiar occurrence was a tiny village populated with Geonosians. "What's 'peculiar' about this?"

"From what I've gathered, the Republic's never fought on this planet so close to civilians. This may cause an issue for us. What-if the Separatists come back and use their lives as leverage for us to leave?" Jania considers.

"Perhaps."

"Although, It's likelier they are more sympathetic to the C.I.S." Jania adds.

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh, no reason." Jania nonchalantly said. Ahsoka took it upon herself to walk into the village. The population was small, so even they ambushed her, she'd be able to overpower them.

"Here let me help you." Ahsoka saw a Geonosian male struggle with his wheelchair. His legs were missing and needed help getting his wheels out of a hole he didn't have the strength to pull himself out of.

"Thank you." The man says before his eye caught a glimpse of Ahsoka's Jedi weapon. "Did you destroy the foundries?" He asks. Ahsoka nods. "You'll need to leave. When they return they'll have us all killed." He stresses before scurrying off, leaving Ahsoka befuddled.

"What are you doing?" Jania saw Ahsoka talking to one of the civilians.

"Just helping someone." Ahsoka says innocently.

"Well don't. These people aren't to be trusted." Jania words shocked Ahsoka. She had no idea she held such biases.

"The C.I.S likely stationed them here so they'd be close to the foundries." Jania theorizes.

"He looked scared. Maybe they didn't want to work for the C.I.S, but were forced?" Ahsoka wonders. Her master often chastises her for her nativity, but she was going on more than a hunch in this instance.

"We're deep in enemy territory, we cannot fall for every sob story we happen to hear." Ahsoka knew Jania made a decent point, though if came from a place of hate. Ahsoka had her own reservations on Geonosians. Her only interaction with the flying slugs is when they tried to kill her. These ones were dirty like the previous ones she encountered, except they seemed vulnerable and shaken. Their dark beast eyes typically conveying a mistrust and malevolence, carries doubt and pain.

"What do you want?" A less sympathies Geonosian was none to pleased to be stopped in the middle of his day.

"I'm looking for the leader of your village. Do you have one?"

"He's over there." He points to a tent not too far from where they are standing. "He never leaves that tent."

"Thank you." Ahsoka said.

"What are you hoping to accomplish?" Jania asks.

"I don't know. But we have to let them know we're here to help. They have to know we're the good guys."

"I'm sure a quick discussion is going to clean up the confusion." Jania thought internally. Ahsoka glares at her.

"I heard that."

"Right, Jedi have the ability to read minds."

"Only for the weak minded." She smiles smugly.

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The village leader is named Konstantin and he was non too pleased to have a Jedi in his territory. Given the circumstances, he assumed he was being placed under custody of the Galactic Republic. Ahsoka promised that wasn't the case, h less Konstatine was in cahoots with the C.I.S.

"Of course I am. If I didn't, you'd be walking over our corpses." Konstantine chuckles darkly. "You Jedi can't tell the difference?"

"We can. We can also see if someone is lying or not."

Konstatine pours himself a glass of scotch and downs without issue. "You're a Padawan." He notices. "Your braid, I see it. What kind of jurisdiction do you have over me?"

"Being the highest ranking official of the Jedi Order on Geonosis."

"For now." There's a hush between them, Ahsoka shuffles awkwardly.

"They'll be back. In greater numbers too." Ahsoka tells Konstatine.

"And you want to know whether I'll switch sides?" She nods.

"I'll see you in the battlefield, Padawan."

"That didn't go as planned." Jania whispers as they depart.

"Give them time."

"I'm surprised he even spoke basic."

(Scene break)

A couple minutes have gone by since their departure, leaving Konstatine alone with his associate Pavlovich. "They'll blame you for this and will have us all killed." Pavlovich didn't want to waste time and flower up his language for his boss. This was serious and perhaps these circumstances called for an audible.

"I know what I'm doing, Pavlovich."

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As she suspected, Dooku was none too pleased to see his apprentice fail. "Miserably" he would add.

"I cannot see the point in having two students if none of them can handle the simplest of tasks. Perhaps I need to look for a new apprentice." Dooku openly contemplated in a transmission with Ventress after having been briefed on the failure to protect the foundries.

"I will not fail you again, Master." Ventress promises.

"I am giving you more than a modestly sized force to lead the effort to take back what is ours. Make it so, or your days will be numbered." The transmission ended, leaving Ventress to grasp the extra weight that's been put on her shoulders.

"I will not fail. They will die."