Here it is folks, the final chappie. It's been a long journey with twists and turns I never expected but they were fun nonetheless. Thanks again for all your patience.

K-rock – LOL, sleep? What's that? Oh and just so you know I said, "I speak a little German." ;) Well, thanks for reading and I hope to hear back from you soon about that Robin Hood thing. We'll see if we can get the ball rolling. :D And I appreciate your loyalty with this fic to guarantee its completion. Thanks.

Shimshai – I may not have a very good memory but I do remember my loyal readers. ;) Like I said, I'm just glad you were able to catch me post the end to this. I hope you like it. Thanks again for reading, in part you have helped keep this fic going. :D

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"We should be able to remove whatever device is on Master Obi-Wan with this." Anakin said, holding up the small controller in his hand.

Bant was looking the databanks along the walls. A deep sense of darkness surrounded them. She acknowledged his remark subconsciously as she tried accessing the system. Once she found a terminal, she began scavenging for any information she could. As she dug deeper, she began to understand Obi-Wan's desire to purge this information from existence.

Anakin came up behind her, "What's the matter?"

Almost too shocked to speak, Bant finally managed to find her voice again, "She's virtually done it, Anakin. Over all these years she's somehow amassed the knowledge on how to control us."

"What do you mean control us?"

"This collar she's invented, it can manipulate our hold on the Force. And with that kind of information it would only be a matter of time before someone figures out how to control us. Now I know why Obi wanted this destroyed. It's a dangerous threat to the entire Order. And in turn the galaxy. Our powers could be used for destruction and conquest instead of instilling peace. Instead of light, darkness would prevail. We have to destroy this all of this."

"Well, there has to be some type of explosives around here. Arbor seems like the kind of woman who prepares for every scenario. I wouldn't be surprised if she expected an attack sooner or later. We can use them to blow up the databanks. And with Arbor in custody we can hopefully prevent the information from getting out." He jerked his head in the direction of the downed woman.

Nodding, she began to start their search, "We have to hurry. We need to get rid of it as soon as possible."

"Let's go."

Taking one last look at the prone figure of the scientist, Bant decided to check up on MysAri to find out how she was faring. Pulling out a commlink, she sent a signal. "MysAri, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," the Knight responded, but you could hear the melancholy in her voice.

Worried now, even Anakin stopped, waiting to catch word of his Master. "Did you find Obi-Wan?"

"Yes." The word spoken gently carried a heavy weight with it. Quieter than the simple response, MysAri added, "Bant, we have to get him back to the Temple."

Trying to sooth the distraught woman, Bant reassured, "We will Mys, we will. But Anakin and I need to do something first. We're going to look for something to use to blow up Arbor's datastores. As soon as we're done here, we'll come and find you."

About to run off again, they were halted by Mys' hushed voice, "Bant, you have to call the authorities. There are children here. A few of the older ones were able to tell me that Arbor had been using them as test subjects. They're orphans mostly. But we can't just leave them here. Obi saved them."

Glancing at each other, the Jedi wondered what this new implication meant. Not wanting to linger on speculation, the Healer consoled, "Don't worry, I'll contact them right away. Just hang tight."

"I will do my best."

"Good, then I know he's in good hands. I've got to go. But I'll be there soon." Bant ended the transmission. Exchanging worried glances the two hurried from the room to retrieve the items they were looking for.

*

As she sat there cradling her heart in her arms, MysAri slowly became aware of the children around her. Although many of them were still sleeping, a few had woken up. One of the closer older boys asked who they were and if they were there to rescue them. She replied honestly, saying there were there to stop Arbor but she would do everything in her power to make sure they were taken care of. A younger girl asked about Obi-Wan, which MysAri had no full answer to give. But to her surprise the girl recounted a dream in which he appeared and told her that she was no longer sick. And that the Force would take care of them. Gathering the dream-like information, MysAri determined that somehow Obi-Wan had used the Force to cure them. As she looked around the room once more, she thought this an impossible feat.

But then she remembered the swell in the Force and how easily he connected to them. Was it possible that somehow he was able to tap into a large reserve? She just couldn't be sure. Using a mild sleep suggestion she put the recovering children back into a healing slumber. It was the best she could offer them for the moment. Glancing down to the man that meant everything to her, the tears came back with a vengeance. She pulled him closer to her, willing him to be all right. He looked a mess, his face battered and swollen. His tunic in shreds, nasty gashes in various places. And she found an ugly vibroblade wound in the palm of his hand. She knew instantly that Bant had her work cut out for her.

Tears lined her cheeks, he looked so pale and fragile. Lovingly, she touched her head to his, while gently stroking his bangs. She closed her eyes to will him to survive. Moments later she was startled by a familiar cultured voice, "I see why you like this place."

Sitting bolt upright, she stared down in wide-eyed confusion, "Obi?"

"It's quite calming, all the colours." It was then that she took in her surroundings and found that they were in the Garden of Colour. It had always been her favourite place, one of the few that ever visited the small out of the way garden.

It took her another moment to realize how they got there. "Should you be doing this? Your body's condition is not prepared for another exertion." Turning back to regard the young man in her lap, her head tilted slightly. Ebony and crimson strands fell and half covered her face. Her bright emerald eyes were full of concern.

From his vantage point, Obi-Wan just lay there enjoying the view. When her cautioned words registered, he did his best to relax her. Carefully, he reached up to push the loose strands back behind her ear. "That's true. I can feel it failing."

"Then stop this, you need your strength to survive." Tears began to form in her rapidly darkening eyes.

Tracing a finger down her cheek to her chin, Obi-Wan allowed the moment to linger before responding. He knew that she wanted the truth no matter how hard it might be to hear. "It's alright, I'm using the Force to sustain me. But my grasp on it is tenuous at best. Arbor's collar has overwhelmed my senses, but my connection to you is grounding me for the moment."

"Then we need to remove the collar," declaring their course of action, Mys moved in an effort to breack contact, but was quickly stopped when his hand cupped the side of her face.

"We can't yet."

"Why not?" She demanded.

"Primarily because if we remove it suddenly, my system will more than likely go into shock. We will need to reduce its effects gradually. Also, because my life is precariously balanced right now. Any further trauma might result in my death."

Shaking her head, the tears threatening to fall broke free. "How - how can you talk about it co calmly? Don't you realize that we need you?"

"We? I would have wished it would be you who needs me."

MysAri closed her eyes, pleading, "Tschüxani, don't do this to me. We've been through this before. Our paths lie on different roads."

His hand still held her face. Caressing her cheek with his thumb, she responded to the loving touch by leaning into his hand. "What if I don't want them to?"

Wincing at his question, she reached up to cover his hand with hers. Somehow she managed to find the strength to pull his hand away, "You have a far greater destiny than mine. Eventually I will be forgotten, but you will live on. A name that will always bring hope of a better tomorrow." Reopening her eyes, she continued her speech, "You have vanquished the pinnacle of evil, a Sith Lord. You are training the Chosen One. You are Obi-Wan Kenobi. There is no place for MysAri in that legend. It is not a fate that we choose, but one that is set before us. You must accept this."

Saddened sea-washed eyes begged her to reconsider. "I'm tired Mys. And I'm lonely."

Still holding his hand she squeezed. "You will never be alone as long as you hold us in your heart. But my decision is final. I will not have this argument again."

"Again?"

"Anakin and I have already discussed this at length. He's worried. He's afraid that he'll lose you to yourself. When you have recovered, you must not retreat within yourself. Show him how much you love him. Show him that he means more to you than a promise."

Obi-Wan sat for a moment, hands now holding his head. Silence lingered as he pondered this new information. MysAri waited patiently for him to speak. At length, he muttered, "He's so much more than a promise. I'll admit in the beginning that it was hard to feel anything. The loss of Master Qui-Gon was still fresh and festering. But over time I was able to see what my Master saw. Potential and an open heart. And he has seen his fair share of life's hardships. I only wanted to protect him from more hurt. I want to love him, but the galaxy has become so dangerous. Darkness is ever present. With the emergence of the Sith our missions have tripled. Fear is everywhere. I began to see what was happening around us. I felt that if I distanced myself from him than maybe, should the worst come, maybe….."

"Maybe your death would not hurt as much as Qui-Gon's did for you?" He nodded. Quickly, she embraced him wishing she could take all his pain away. "Oh, Tschüxani do you not realize that your life was in constant turmoil. That growing up is never easy. But remember how often you hurt when Qui-Gon distanced himself from you? Do you want to cause Anakin the same pain?" Leaning against her, she felt his head shake. "Then let us help you. Let this be a new starting point for you and him."

"I need you," he whispered, "I need you there to keep me on course."

"And I will be there. All you have to do is call. But I cannot stay with you. This is something that must be worked out between you two, alone. I'll help guide you and motivate you, but you have to do this on your own. Do you understand me?" He nodded not trusting his voice. Smiling ruefully, she finished, "Thank you. Now rest, you will need your strength. Don't worry, I will be with you."

Cradling each other, the world slowly disappeared in to a black void. But it was not the consuming darkness of unconsciousness rather the melting away of a dreamscape into the harsh realm of reality. Once again, MysAri found herself back in the moderate ward, waiting for her companions to arrive.

*

They had searched several rooms when they finally found something useful. Upon their return to the research room, their hearts fell. In their haste to destroy the records they left Arbor unattended and unbound. Arbor's datapad lay on the ground still, abandoned in her quest for freedom, but that was all that remained. Anakin spoke first, "Master isn't going to be happy."

"We'll just have to tell the Council. If we are lucky another team should be able to track her down. But right now we have to destroy this information." Quickly, they set the small charges and ran for cover. Not bothering to look back, they hurried down the corridors to find their friends. It didn't take them long to find the infirmary. They couldn't believe their eyes when they entered. Children of various ages rest peacefully in medbeds that lined the walls. And in the center, they found MysAri gently smoothing creamy caramel bangs from Obi-Wan's battered face.

Anakin walked over to stand in front of them but fell to his knees when he saw the damage up close. Tears welled in crystal eyes, his voice hitched, "Is he….?" He just couldn't finish the horrid thought.

Offering a weary smile, she answered, "No, he's just resting now. But we have to get him home as soon as possible."

Bant came up behind her, placing a comforting hand on the Knight's shoulder, "The authorities should be here in a few minutes. I commed them right after we spoke." As if on cue, sirens could be heard approaching in the distance.

MysAri stole a glance past the Healer, not finding what she was looking for she asked, "Where is Jenna Zan Arbor?"

Reluctantly, they admitted, "Escaped." Bant made her own quick evaluation countering, "And Nobis?"

Slouching in defeat, she muttered, "The same."

"So it is still likely we will meet them again in time?" Anakin's curious eyes looked at them in turn.

"It is possible. We will have to wait and see."

The clicking of running boots resounded off the halls. Suddenly, a group of uniformed men burst into the ward. In a matter of minutes, the scene was swarming with people. Amongst them, the Jedi hustled their own wounded into a shuttle and left the rest to Balesco Authorities. It was time to return home with their precious cargo. They knew that he would eventually recover, they just had to have patience. This episode in their lives had finally come to an end.

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And so we have reached the conclusion. But wait there is one more thing! An Epilogue will be posted tomorrow(or later today depending on timezone) that you may want to read. Thanks for reading!! :D