Hiya, here's another story from moi! some might consider this story a little slow as a beggining but it needs to explain what is happening before it happens y'know!

I'd double space to make it easier to read but...I'm lazy...so...I didnt...hehehehe ;) lol sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters save for maybe a few random senators, I dont own anything here like planets blalala,I make no money from it, it all belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm!

Summary: All is not as it seems in the senate during the strenuous times of the Clone wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent deep undercover to discover the truth.

Extras: I hope you like, I'll expect flames, but I won't be glad about them, just as long as it's constructive and just criticism, not just aimless ranting, but please R/R!

(Non slash.)


Dex's café,never onetobeconsidered a 'scenic' location so to speak, but suited to become the perfect place for quiet observation or work space for Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi during his years on Coruscant. He had taken up his usual position of a small booth by the window, where, as was his custom, he could observe his surroundings and passers-by with out appearing to observe. A technique he'd always associated with his former master Qui-Gon Jinn.

The smell of food wafted in from the battered and over-used kitchen area, not an overly pleasant smell, but one that customers accepted to become used to whenever they came to this particular venue. Before Kenobi, lay a durasteel, square-shaped data pad, that with each passing moment, would flash up new sentences of multi-coloured lettering, information, and research facts, all based around the Jedi's new given assignment, which, to a casual on-looker, would look like nothing more than a simple cohesion of random colours and symbols. In fact, it meant pretty much the same to Kenobi.

"What do you make of this?" Dex stopped, startled by Obi-Wan's abrupt statement, almost dropping the tray of mugs in his large jelly-like hands.

"Be with ya in one moment pal!" His larger-than-life and raucous manner nearly always gave Obi-Wan reason to smile, or at least shake his head in quiet amusement, today however he had nothing left in him, nothing positive anyway. After Dex had delivered his tray to a group of awaiting, and gristly coruscanti, Dex plonked his huge form on the bench opposite Obi-Wan, linking his fingers and grinning lopsidedly at the frowning Jedi before him.

"What can I do for ya!" Obi-Wan slid the pad towards Dex.

"What do you make of this?" He repeated his first question. The large, orange tinted creature before him took up the small pad, which seemed to almost disappear and crush inside his titanic hand, though Obi-Wan knew that Dex's gentle manner was one of his greatest attributes, he wouldn't break it. Dex's eyes goggled in either fascination or incredulity, Obi-Wan hoped it to be the former, after moments of careful study, the pad was returned, and slid across the table under Kenobi's watchful gaze. Dex remained uncharacteristically silent for several moments, and Obi-Wan leant back on the cushioned bench, stroking his beard tiredly.

"Well?"

Again Dex started, he seemed to have forgotten that Obi-Wan was even in the room, he quickly corrected himself, and soon adopted his more natural talkative, and knowledgeable manner.

"Pretty interesting pot of tricks you've got yourself there my friend, but what I think is, you better tell me what most of this jargon actually means, before I tell you what it is you need to do." Obi-Wan nodded in subdued agreement, his assignment, or moreover, his and Anakin's assignment, was not one that could be completed with ease, but then again, when was a task assigned to any Jedi ever easy?

"I came to you for help Dex, you know I appreciate your opinions," He paused, feeling terribly wary, and an awful sense of he wasn't supposed to be there, seemed to course down his spine with a cold cruelty.

"Go on." Obi-Wan nodded once more.

"You must understand that this must not be uttered to anyone, if word gets out," he stopped again, he did not need to tell Dex how serious the consequences would be, Dex would comply, he was not a courageous being.

"Of course, of course now spill Kenobi I've got customers who actually pay me!" Obi-Wan gave Dex a friendly smile, he leant closer and lowered his voice considerably.

"There is an increasingly likely chance that we have a leak in the Republic senate." There was a long silence, only disrupted by the bustle and noise of daily Coruscanti life. Dex however, looked thoroughly confused.

"I'm not a plumber."

If Obi-Wan could thump him he would've done, he'd have to be a bit more obvious apparently. patience he thought despairingly.

"Not…that sort of leak Dex." Dex drew in a sharp breath in shock and realization, he scratched his bristled chin thoughtfully.

"You don't say, a spy? In the senate!" Obi-Wan winced.

"Keep your voice down!" He looked around him to see if anyone had noticed Dex's outburst, luckily, it seemed to have gone unnoticed.

"As you are probably well aware we have our own…well….forms of intelligence, the council has been observing the senate for some time now, and so far, we have gone undetected."

"That sounds very unlike the Jedi I know of." Obi-Wan smiled sadly, and looked down at the pad below him as he spoke.

"Times have changed my friend, we are at war, nothing is as it was anymore, including the Jedi."

"And the senate, as you've pointed out." Obi-Wan nodded agreement

"Thus far we have only been able to intercept such things as minor transmissions, sub-transmission codes and encrypted audio messages, none of which have proved much use, we have however, detected a consistent flaw in the chancellor's private comm. system." He pushed the pad back into Dex's hands, who looked from Kenobi, to the pad with a mixture of awe and confusion.

"Sounds mighty erm…..suspicious, but what does all this entail? How did you guys come up with this spy theory?" Obi-Wan nodded towards the data pad.

"Read these track records, these were taken of every transmission the Chancellor has made within the last 7 weeks, as you can see the first 5 or 6 contained this route reference." Obi-Wan hit a key on the small innocent looking pad, and a list of numbers danced across the blackened screen. Dex's orange complexion had turned an unhealthy shade of green.

"Um, as much as I appreciate your, opinions Obi-Wan I'd really prefer it if you made this a little simpler for a lowly bartender."

"This is basically a code, not a password as such, just a designated number to mark the route the transmission took, basically it'll tell the archive computer where and who this message came from. Understand?" Dex nodded, still looking somewhat queasy.

"Now look at this." Dex didn't need to misunderstand the readings to tell what Obi-Wan was showing him.

"They're different."

"Exactly, as you can see, the previous originated in the chancellor's private quarters, where all the transmissions were started from, but these been re-routed, several times, and look," He pointed to a large gap in the figures. "It's been altered, this isn't a code recognised or used by the chancellor, in any of his staterooms, or conference rooms." Dex nodded, pushing the pad away, as if it contained some form of sickening disease he wanted as far from him as possible.

"I can think of a number of reasons why I don't fully believe this theory, but, hey, you guys are the Jedi, I am but a café owner, you've got the resources for this kinda work I don't, so I'll just go along with ya!"

Obi-wan leant back sighing. "I suggest you do." Dex hooted with laughter.

"Dex, you said that you would now tell me what it is I would need to do." Dex pulled Obi-Wan's mug to himself and drained it, much to Obi-Wan's surprise before handing the emptied mug back to him, he spoke while sill attempting to choke down the hot liquid.

"Yeh, well…..ok, as you can see it was a bit hard for me to understand all that Jedi political talk, but when you first handed me the pad I had a pretty fair idea of what it was you wanted to do you know?" Obi-Wan waited for the orange, slug-like being to continue.

"You wanna get to that conference on Alderaan don't ya, the one that has been scheduled for months, the supposedly secret meeting." Obi-Wan looked down again, the feeling of wariness and anxiety meeting him full on once more.

"Yes." Dex clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Ok then why didn't ya say so! Look, there's a refugee trasport heading there from the lower levels of Coruscant in three days, take that for starters, as they'll assume yer'all there from the dank and destitute ya know, it should be pretty simple from there onwards, but let me warn ya, from a friend to a friend, there'll be hundreds of senators, governors, and all kinds of political heads there, you'll blend in not too bad if yer smart, which, Obi-Wan, I know you are." He grinned and chuckled to himself.

"But there will be those who'll recognise ya, and if they do, I'd get yerself outta' there quick, they 'aint too keen on havin' anyone not invited per say, hangin' around, you understand."

"I do."

"Once you're sorted with tha', get yourself to the senatorial quarters, ya know, the East of the capital, a fellow as well travelled as yourself would know it surely, attractive place, very pleasant, anyway, make your way to the kitchen doors, they are the back doors that lead to the gardens, back of the whole site, there'll be a guard at the door, ask him for Ieron, the cook, tell him your friends of mine, and then I'm sure you can take it from there."

It took a few moments for Obi-Wan's brain to absorb all the information, to him, it sounded a bit too sneaky, that wasn't a problem, if you were willing to take such hefty risks, if there was just one slip up, and they were caught, that would be the end of the co-operation of the Jedi to the Senate, there would be turmoil in the republic, not that it wasn't as such already, but whatever there were problems between the two factions were now, they would be ten times as escalated should any of this get out. They would have to be extremely, extremely, careful. Obi-Wan stood slowly, he'd have to prepare quickly, and fill Anakin in the minute he returned to the temple, as Dex had said, the transport would leave in three days, everything needed to be completely full-proof by then. He took Dex hand and squeezed it firmly in gratitude.

"Thank you my friend, once again you have been of more assistance than you know." Dex laughed and pulled Obi-Wan into a rib-crushing, but entirely friendly bear hug.

"Anytime Obi-Wan anytime, it's not like you ever pay me for my services, so you always come back." Dex turned back to the kitchens and barged through the swing doors, Obi-Wan could still hear his rough laughter echoing off the smudge tiled walls. The smile slipped from his own face, and he placed the palm of his hand to the door pushing it open, light from the streets of Coruscant poured in, almost blinding him with the dark contrast of the café. Right now, he had to be focused, the republic was on it's knees, in this the first year of the Clone wars, no one could afford to mess up, he couldn't afford to mess up. Not once.