Okay, a few things to start off with, sorry for missing the weekend post, I was almost certain I wouldn't make it, so I fairly warned you, but it's up now, only three days late, and I will most certainly have an update for next weekend unless something comes up to where I am unable to write anything.

I also found a rather neat site, that when I find it again I'll post it up on my next chapter, but it details many SW character's lives that's all known about them, that's beyond the books and movies. I for one am extremely, EXTREMELY mad at Siri for leaving the Jedi Order after the war on Naboo, -Whaps Siri over the head for the hundredth time within the last three days-

However, in my version, she will not do such a thing, if she knows what's good for her anyways. So I'll have that site link up next weekend and it is a must see site, it is fairly interesting.

Halfling

Lol…truly, my training method is wonderful, you are my most successful student, as a reward, you can have this next chapter early! I wrote it early just for you…well okay, not exactly, but hey, it still works right? And it's a mite bit longer, but only a mite.

Saiyan Jedi

Yeah, they already have trailers out, and they look ABSOULTELY AMAZING!!!! –sighs- can't wait until the 19th. Heh, Siri always needs anger management classes, that's who she is.

MusicDreamer

That is a good question…I guess Yoda keeps them from killing their own padawans. Siri isn't necessarily the best influence for Obi-Wan, no, but o well.

K-rock

True, but Siri tends to rub off on Obi-Wan after a while. I don't like Kerry no, I don't like Bush, politically at least, never met either one of them in RL, the closest Bush has ever been to me was about two hours away and he shut down nearly all main highway systems in one of the busiest cities in our state for over half a day. A once 30 minute drive stretched into a six to nine hour monstrosity. The only time I've seen traffic that bad was when we had a twenty car accident on a tiny bridge between two medium sized towns. It took us three and a half hours to go half a mile. Traffic was so bad, the cops had people park their cars on the freeway and walk down the on ramp into town, because no one was going to be going anywhere for a long while.

Mellaithwen

Well, I got it up!!

Word must hate us both right now, in order for the two of us to have the same exact problem at the same time. That or someone is trying to sabotage us. Scary thought!

Hehe…like I said, you can have Serr after I'm through with him. I wonder what you'll think of Serr after this though.

I am hoping your chapter is soon, you're the only one updating, it's so annoying. You find all the good fics and no one updates!

Hehe, you have to be faster if you want to be first. Reviews come in fairly fast for me, but I don't know how fast they will this time, in account that I'm posting in the middle of the week instead of the weekend.

And you must get all the JA books, including the special editions. They are wonderful. Cheers for now Watson

Kynstar

Thanks for the compliment. I'm trying my best to keep them in character. That's one of my biggest pet peeves when reading other fics, is when the author has them way out of whack….what is a whack anyways?

Chapter Thirteen

It had taken some time, but there searching had finally paid off when Obi-Wan and Siri chanced upon the office. Surprisingly enough, they had very little problem getting around. The hallways and rooms had cleared out well enough and only once did they come close to encountering a group of guards on patrol.

Slipping inside after Siri, Obi-Wan closed the door, surveying his surroundings as Siri began pawing through the shelves of closed boxes. It was a fairly large office, a single desk sat in the center supporting a computer. Certainly a lot more space than was needed, he thought.

A thud startled Obi-Wan and he jumped, turning towards the sound to find Siri standing in the middle of a mess of papers. Grumbling she bent down and started to scoop the paperwork up as Obi-Wan let out a sigh of relief. He started to move to help, when a thought came over him, and he instead went to the computer, sitting down in the plush chair.

"Xanatos certainly doesn't cut the bare minimum," Obi-Wan remarked, leaning back for a moment.

Siri glanced up from cleaning frowning. "What are you doing?" she whispered, turning back to her work. "Let's find the stuff so we can get out of here."

"I figured that since we are here, we may as well see what exactly Xanatos is up too," he responded, flicking the computer on.

"You're going to set off an alarm, then we will be in a big mess," she growled, stuffing the papers back on the shelf. She ignored his actions however, and continued her search.

The computer screen came on, and a file box popped up, demanding a password. Leaning forward he started to type, but came to a stop. Qui-Gon had told him some time ago that he had used Xanatos' father's name to break into his files. He assumed that he would still be using it now, but if Xanatos had known that Qui-Gon had gotten through, would he have changed it? What would he change it too?

He realized then that it was the question of what Xanatos expected them to think that Xanatos himself would do, then do the opposite. Xanatos had always been good with logics. He was able to read people and plan their moves. Now Obi-Wan had to read Xanatos.

His first instinct was that Xanatos would find a different password. He would go to all costs to keep his information safe. Xanatos would know that was what they believed he would do. So the answer was quite logical.

Without hesitation, he typed Crion into the file box, smiling to himself when the files came through. But then frowned when he saw them all. Hundreds, perhaps thousands came onto the screen. Since the computer was old, he was not as familiar with them as he was the hologram screens, or databank screens. He wished suddenly that Garren was here, his friend was always a master mind with mechanical things. The idea that Garren studied the older machines in his spare time would not surprise him at all.

A hand on his shoulder caused him to stiffen and pull away, turning to see Siri grinning sheepishly at him. "Sorry," she offered softly, grabbing onto the back of the chair this time.

"What is all this," she asked, sweeping her hand over the screen.

Obi-Wan shrugged. "Not sure yet, I don't know how to narrow stuff down."

"Try this," she suggested, leaning over and hitting a series of keys.

Obi-Wan grabbed her wrist, "You're going to set off an alarm," he told her. But she only smiled, pointing to the screen. Obi-Wan turned to see the computer searching, pulling up all files relating to Rixein.

"How?" Obi-Wan started, letting go of Siri's wrist.

"I typed in Search Rixein, it was easy. These machines are fairly basic, just type in what you want."

Obi-Wan frowned. "I knew that."

Siri rolled her eyes as Obi-Wan began scanning through the files. "Look at this," he said, pulling up a file marked SPRO. "Systematic Planet Relocation Operations, I've never heard of it."

"Nor have I," Siri admitted, frowning as she pushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"As a result of massive population growth, a new location is needed for the Strunian race. These gangly creatures have no real power and are leaderless, less to say their intelligence is not up to average standards. I have chosen the planet of Rixein as a suitable place for them to grow. They are not much now, but perhaps in time they will be useful to me." Obi-Wan looked up from reading, making eye contact with Siri.

"Xanatos had to have written that," she said. "Seems as though he's been busy."

Obi-Wan agreed. He continued scanning through, until he came to another part. "At this rate, the planet will not hold both races. I have assured that the deployment of randomly picked Rixeins will be safely assured, but since there is no influx point, another alternative to exonerate the foul race will be taken without the consent or knowledge of others."

He heard Siri gasp behind him. "Surely he doesn't mean to kill them all?" she questioned. Obi-Wan shook his head. He didn't want to believe it any more than Siri did. There was a larger problem here than a race being driven from there planet.

"Wait," Obi-Wan said, something catching his eye. "It has come to me by chance that the Old king's son may be of valuable resource to me. However the father is reluctant to give his only son up, and has become a rather annoying problem. But there are other sources to obtain him, the time to come must be right however."

"What does that mean?" Siri wondered.

"Serr," Obi-Wan breathed. "He's talking about Serr, but why?" He pondered for a moment, trying to recall everything that Serr had told him. "He promised me I would have great power, and that I would be able to leave with him when his work was done here, all I had to do was help him." Suddenly with sickening realization it dawned on him.

"He's force sensitive," Obi-Wan whispered. Behind him he could hear Siri laughing.

"Are you crazy? Serr is not force sensitive, we would have known."

"Not necessarily," Obi-Wan argued, "I highly doubt that Xanatos hooking up with Serr was by complete chance. Xanatos must have found out that he was force sensitive. Think about it, he said that Xanatos promised him great power and the ability to travel around the galaxy."

"Then why can't we sense it in him? Wouldn't it be obvious?"

"It's a drug, I don't know the exact name of it, but it dampens the ability of one to access the force. You can still feel it, but for Serr, without proper training wouldn't know what it was, to him it would be a natural feeling, something he believed that everyone else felt as well."

Siri snorted. "Like I'm supposed to believe that? A drug that hampers the ability to touch the force? "

Obi-Wan sighed, "It's true," he started.

"And how would you know?" she demanded.

"Experience," Obi-Wan said shortly.

Siri became quiet, shifting uncomfortably behind him. "You mean Xanatos…"

"Yes," Obi-Wan answered, turning to face Siri.

She looked away, "I'm sorry," she began but Obi-Wan cut her off.

"What's done is done."

"Why would he consent to take a drug though?"

"He wouldn't have known, and he doesn't know that he's taking it still. It's odorless and for the most part tasteless. Xanatos would have been able to hide in any of his meals. The only thing I don't understand is why Xanatos would conceal that from him? If he wanted him trained, wouldn't he have begun at an early age?"

"Simply because I wasn't ready to take on a padawan quite yet."

Both Siri and Obi-Wan looked up from where they where, to see Xanatos standing in the doorway. Obi-Wan jumped to his feet, backing up with Siri, keeping eye contact with him.

"I admire your skill," he remarked. "You think just like Qui-Gon, remarkably fast. However I am beginning to tire of your presence, you are quite a handful," he continued, walking towards them slowly. Obi-Wan continued backing up, keeping Siri behind him.

"Either your little friend and you can come along nice and gentle like, or we can have a repeat of what happened earlier. I suppose you enjoy our training methods."

"If you mean surrender, you know that we never will," Obi-Wan started, but was cut off when a hand grabbed his ankle, tugging sharply. The movement caused him to stumble backwards, and he found himself falling, darkness surrounding him.

The impact stunned him momentarily, he was hardly aware of Siri dragging him back to his feet. "Come on," she cried, pushing him forward. Obi-Wan glanced backwards as they ran through a concealed hallway, hearing Xanatos cry in frustration as a blade cut through the ceiling above them.

"How?" he wondered as they got further away.

"A panel in the floor, a back door," Siri grinned. "I recall you telling me once that he always had one."

Obi-Wan nodded, breathing a little easier now. His strength was slowly returning, something he was grateful for. "I think now is the time we depart."

TBC