PART II

Infiltrate, destroy, rebuild.

Ollo sat within the meditation chambers of his Sith infiltrator as it barreled through hyperspace away from Corellia. He was deep in concentration, pushing his pain away. Using the force, he deadened his nerve endings. When they were properly suppressed, he took a razor sharp knife and ran it slowly down the side of his face. The skin split instantly, pouring crimson blood from the wound. It was all part of his job description. Infiltrate, destroy, rebuild. That was his creed. One that he had adopted from his creator, Master Sidious. If he were to look the part of Anakin Skywalker, he had to carve a scar over his face. Ollo was never much of a vain person, so the scar wouldn't bother him.

He padded off the blood with a small towel, compressing it until theit clotted. Hopefully it would be deep enough to scar. All he needed was time to properly heal.

Anakin hugged his two children tightly, aware of how close the cold hand of death had come to touching him. He stood there for some time, embracing the two children. Obi-Wan took the moment to exchange information on the attack with Afe.

She stood with a dumbfounded look on her face. Slowly she took a deep look at Anakin's face. "You say there is a clone of Anakin somewhere in the Galaxy now?"

Obi-Wan could only nod.

"This is anything but good," She said quietly. "It's one thing to have a Sith Lord lurking somewhere, but to have one that could pass within our ranks without suspicion. We need to inform the Council immediately."

Obi-Wan collected the only remaining roller bike and set it next to the swoop they had used to escape from the facility. As he checked the bike's statistics, he spoke. "This has now evolved from a simple illegal spice ring to a full-blown uprising of the Sith. Sidious' move to attack the temple wasn't as dumb as we first conceived."

After spending an ample amount of time recounting their side of the battle, they saddled up on the two speeder bikes. With a hoarse whine of the engines due to the extreme weight, they moved deeper into the forest. Night had fully fallen on the planet, making the trip even more difficult. For a Jedi, it was but another day in the life.

The five Jedi rolled into the streets at dawn, covering their eyes from the bright orange light that flooded the city. The roller bike that Leia rode on shook and juked upon the cobblestone streets, but she didn't mind. It had almost a lulling sensation. They were all tired and worn from their journey. After some time, they passed through the market sector of the city, traversing through countless fruit and vendor stands.

As they passed a particular vendor, Leia caught a glimpse of a teenage boy shoplifting fruit from an old lady. He wore a travel-stained tunic with a black vest. To anyone he would have seemed handsome, but his face gave her cold chills. It was as if she had known him before. As he slid the last piece of fruit into one of his many pockets, his eyes met hers. A smile formed on his face, and he put a finger to his lips as if to say "Don't tell a soul." She narrowed her eyes at his thievery. The smile on his face didn't disappear. It was as if he didn't really care who saw him. He kept his eyes locked on her as they passed slowly by. Before she lost sight of him, he winked at her. Ugh! She thought.

When the Jedi felt they could ride no longer, they finally came to a stop within the hangar where the Constantanium sat. Steam rose from underneath it's well-shined hull. Obi-Wan sighed. Though the recent events were plaguing him, the sight of a comfortable place to rest warmed his heart.

"As soon as we reach hyperspace," Afe said, taking notice of Obi-Wan's singed tunic. "We'll contact the Council." She could barely stifle a giggle as the burnt end of the Jedi sauntered up the loading ramp. She turned to Anakin who was rubbing mud from the swoop. "I suppose you two had quite a time in that base."

Anakin instantly picked up on what she was trying to say. He watched the fried fabric on Obi-Wan's tunic disappear within the Constanium. "I think he had a little too much fun."

They both giggled their way up into the ship.

(Obiviously not one of my best, but it will do. I apologize for the lack of posting. I've been a bit busy at home. But as soon as possible I will jump back in with chapter seven. I think everyone is going to like how this story plays out. Ollo is one crazy guy. Thank you for your reviews, and please continue tossing your ideas and comments my way).