General Obi-Wan Kenobi was tired. His bones ached with the pain and toil of the war, and his back hurt from sitting continuously in his desk.

He rubbed at his eyes and sighed. Long were the days of a Jedi General, working at stopping the Clone War. The number of the Jedi grew smaller each day, the war affecting even those blessed with Force talents.

He got up slowly from his chair, stretching as he stood. His eyes were drawn the window, although there was nothing new to see. The rain on Kamino was ever-falling, as the entire planet was water. Personally, Obi-Wan thought that the water could be at times soothing, reminding him at times that at least something would never change. His troops, however, took to a more pessimistic view.

A beep from his computer reminded him that he had work to do. Reports to be written about their work on Kamino. Not that it was groundbreakingly important or anything, thought Obi-Wan sarcastically.

Obi-Wan had been sent to Kamino along with 25 men to take apart the Kaminoan cloning facilities. Soon after the fateful battle on Geonosis, all of the Kaminoan clones were giving over to the Senate.

Then, one day, the Kaminoans just disappeared.

They left all off their cloning facilities behind, with even some half grown clones still being trained. The Jedi Council soon thought that perhaps the Kaminoans simply did not want to be involved in the war any longer, so they just left.

The Jedi Council then sent Obi-Wan, now a General in the Republic's army, to investigate these abandoned facilities. Anakin, no longer Obi-Wan's padawan, stayed behind with Senator Amidala on Coruscant.

//He was the lucky one.// remarked Obi-Wan to himself, sitting back down at his console.

He re-immersed himself into his work, scanning over several holo-messages when a knock came at his door.

"Come in." he called out.

A tall man strode in, his brown hair tussled from what Obi-Wan assumed was a quick run from the main cloning chambers.

"We've found something." the man said breathlessly.

*___________________________________________________________*

"So what am I looking at?" said Obi-Wan.

The cryptic scene in front of him was too disturbing for him to contemplate. It appeared to be a small child, frozen cryogenically.

"This," started Capt. Marshall, "is a human clone."

Obi-Wan gave him a look of annoyance. "Of course it is, but what is so important about this one?"

Capt. Marshall exchanged looks with his second-in-command, Lt. Faeral. "Uh, well, there is something quite different about this one from the rest..."

Obi-Wan waited.

"It seems to be a cross between two humans, not quite a clone, but more of an artificially grown child. There are no genetic manipulations, at lest, none that we have been able to find."

"I see." replied Obi-Wan, moving in closer to the frozen child. "But why would the Kaminoans do such a thing?"

Capt. Marshall paused a moment, seemingly regrouping his thoughts. "We think that someone ordered this child, and even picked out the parent donors."

The child's body looked so...cold. Dead almost, in the ice of his chamber. "Do we know who the parents were?" the general said, his eyes still transfixed on the child.

"Uh, well, this is the interesting thing." responded Capt. Marshall.

"And?"

"Well, the mother we couldn't identify, but the male donor, it appears, was you."

*So, would you like me to continue? The plot gets better, I promise.*