2 years later…

Obi-Wan blocked another few shots with his light saber, the sweat dripping down his forehead and the triple red suns beating down on his already withering figure. He ducked behind the transport, the one that was supposed to be taking them of this rock, but the one that had "accidentally" broken down due to instability of the planet's surface. Taking a moment's brake, he used the force to refresh his body.

After almost 18 months of traveling from planet to planet, fighting for the defense of the Republic, Obi-Wan finally felt himself wearing down. Gulping he let his gaze fall onto the battlefield, full of droids and Jedi alike.

The droids hadn't been hard to fight, except when they came in large numbers, like the attack they had yesterday. It had carried on through the night and reinforcements were called for. Unfortunately there were no ready reinforcements waiting on any of the nearby planets, so a shuttle had been dispatched to Heliet to take the Jedi off the planet. It was supposedly going to be the first surrender that the Jedi gave into during this war, but the shuttle had lost control while it came in for a landing and all the Jedi had now was a smoldering pile of wreckage and 2 dead pilots.

"Obi-Wan!" Standing up in one smooth motion, Obi-Wan flicked on his blade towards the far off voice.

"Get back here Obi-Wan!" Mace Windu called towards him. "We're heading towards Anson!"

As Obi-Wan ran towards the nearest city, which was about 10 miles away, and reflecting the oncoming charges of the newest model of the trade Federation droids, he found himself counting the survivors, astonished at what he saw. No more than 20 Jedi were struggling towards the far off city. Obi-Wan himself felt his legs giving out underneath him, and despite his skill with the force, a shot got through to his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Stars danced in front of his face as he struggled to get up. Obi-Wan tried to call out but it eventually felt hopeless. He stood up wincing has he touched his wounded shoulder, all the time trying to run forward. Giving a mental call to Master Windu, he flipped on his lightsaber, weaking knocking down a nearby droid. Mace turned around, obviously receiving his call and Obi-Wan felt a stabbing pain in his leg as another shot got through his defenses.

"General!" Mace cried towards him, racing with the fury that Obi-Wan never imagined that such an old man could have.

All of a sudden, a low rumbling was heard in the sky above him. Obi-Wan faintly saw Mace stop dead in his tracks, and the oncoming droids too were unable to run anymore on the shaking ground. It took a few minutes before Obi-Wan realized that it wasn't an earthquake. Right before his eyes, he saw a familiar ship slowly descend towards the ground and the hatch fly open. Obi-Wan struggled to his feet, nearly collapsing in the arms of a person who's familiar face was starting to dim from his loss of blood.

Forcing his head to clear, he made out a clear picture of the Jedi running into the ship and the person smiled at him through glistening eyes. Her face was still as perfect as he remembered.

"Hey Jedi, you glad I got those repairs now?"

Obi-Wan blinks the sweat and grim out of his eyes. "What a time for you to show up!" He managed to tell her before the darkness overtook him.

Setting him down in the medical quarters, Sora Jade ran to the front of her ship, praying that the clearance codes that she had from that Solo would get her onto some nearby planet. Any planet…