Obi-Wan Kenobi gaped at his officer. "Pardon me? You're saying that this is my clone?"
Capt. Marshall looked very nervous. "Well, not exactly. It would be more accurate to call him your son than a clone."
Obi-Wan just stared at him. //My son?!// he thought incredously to himself. //How the hell did this happen?// He held his breath a moment, willing himself to calm down.
Months with the Republican army had taxed heavily on his Jedi skills, and he had to constantly be used them to keep them from deteriorating.
He cleared his throat, now calm, and looked back over at the cryogenic chamber. He could now tell, from closer inspection, that it was a young boy, no older then four.
"You have no idea how this happened? Why they chose me as his... father?" he asked, his gaze moving back and forth between the captain and Lt. Faeral.
Lt. Faeral answered for his clearly uncomfortable superior. "As we stated before, we could find no information pertaining to why this child was created and for whom. We have also discovered several thousand, and coded, documents in the main database relating to the specific clones. It will take us a while to go through them though."
General Kenobi let his eyes roam, soon settling on a nearby window. The ever-present rain comforted him again, and let him know that it would be alright.
"It is safe to remove him from stasis?" he asked, addressing Lt. Faeral.
"Yes, but he would require several days in a bacta tank to readjust to warmth and unfiltered oxygen again. His body would also have to readjust to solid food."
"Very well." replied Obi-Wan, "Remove him from the chamber. Get Medic T'Hia and a team to help you. I'll be in my office.
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He needed sleep. He craved it. Even his desk appeared to him as a comfortable place to rest his head.
Unfortunately for him, he could not take that sleep, no matter how much he longed for it.
He was expected a response to a holo-message that he had sent to the Council, asking for their advice in his current situation. He knew that they were very busy in this time of war, but he did not want to miss the message when it came in.
So he waited.
Finally, about two hours into his vigil at his computer, a beep alerted him to new message. He eagerly opened it, and found it was from Jedi Master Adi Gailla.
Her clear voice ran out through his computer's speakers. Her voice offered comfort, somehow appealing to him on his emotional level.
He listened to her message in full, then turned it off and sat back in his chair. She had informed him that the Council told him to proceed with caution, but to try and find out why someone would have created this child, and who.
The child. The young boy, with brown hair. Obi-Wan was suddenly hit with a wave of emotion for the boy, a child with no parents. Sure, Obi-Wan could be considered as his father, but his boy had grown up in this facility, nothing but a product to those around him.
Obi-Wan thought briefly for a moment about the female, the one whose genes were shared in this boy. He imagined what she looked like, and who she was.
His eyelids started to droop, and he knew he had to get some sleep. He pulled himself out of his chair, and headed back to his quarters, where his bed awaited him.