This is chapter three. They're short because I'm writing them between classes. I forgot what happened again. Oh well, I'll make it up as I go along. You might meet the new people in this one. Or maybe we'll all get shot at. Funfunfunfunfun.

Chapter Three:

Bugger. This is not good. Obi-wan thought. Not goodnotgoodnogood. He tried to let his Jedi training take over. "Can you help us, Mali?"

The stand-offish woman thought about it, visibly thought for a second or two. "Yes. Find Elessa and she will tell you what to do with the kids. It's the Senate, then?"

He didn't answer but she always knew when she was right.

"This way…" The ten children followed, obedient, as they relied on their half-trained minds to cope in difficult situations. Kenya and Breck still acted as the leaders.

"Sir, uh Master Kenobi," the voice of Breck hesitantly broke in on the silence, as they walked down the gray hallway through the steel-plated building. It may have started tasteful, but inside it was all for conservation of money, and necessity. The building was stark. "Master, shouldn't we split up by gender, and then decide what to do with – us all?"

Still in shock that such a thing as violating the temple could happen, he turned, nerves fraying. He took a deep breath. "Yes. That is – wise. But, first we shall see Elessa. She, as you will fast see. Knows Everything."

"Yes, master."

They arrived in a room, not unlike a kitchen, where a young woman sat, brown curls covering her face, and a lithe, small body was covered with a silky dress that still succeeded in looking innocent despite the amount of skin you could see.

"Elessa." Obi-wan's voice was flat, and trying hard not to be emotional. But he didn't succeed. Well, Kenya could tell he wasn't succeeding. She read emotions better than most people read books. But mostly she just smiled her secret smile and moved on. This was different.

"Obi-wan? You'll be here because of the temple?" She didn't know? How could she not… oh. Right. Pleasant conversation.

"Yes, we were forced to leave a bit unexpectedly."

"You look shaken up…" she said kindly to the children who did indeed look a little scared and worried. "Come, and we'll get you a place to sleep, and maybe baths and something to eat eh?"

All the kids looked at her like she was the only haven of light in the universe and they would do anything for her. With the possible exception of the leaders. So off they went into the home part of this office/house/wareport thing.

"Here are your rooms, and here are the baths, separate ones for everyone, and here is the kitchen." They had gotten back to where they started. Everyone blinked. They were so tired. It was only about ten at night, but in Jedi training everyone was to be asleep by then anyway.

"Perhaps," Obi-wan said softly, looking at the children. "Perhaps baths in the morning, and food and everything. Go, into your rooms. But, Kenya, Brett, I need to speak with you. You may stay up later if you should so desire."

The two followed him, and they sat in the now vacant kitchen. Obi-wan scanned the kitchen for Elessa, and was disappointed when she wasn't there. Which was stupid, he'd've had to send her away if she was in the kitchen, but he liked seeing her.

"Kenya, Brett," he began. "We're not going to be Jedi. You must have realized this isn't a test, but this is all some Younglings have known. They can't imagine a life where they aren't Jedi. But we have to stick together, and under their noses is the best place to hide. Normal people, some would say sane people," he stopped and chuckled here. "Would have left by now. And gotten caught. They think us dead, so we'll disappear as if we are. Begin our lives again."

"But what does this have to do with us?" The short, Asian featured Kenya asked, with a quizzical tilt to her head.

"You," Obi-wan began, but he was soon interrupted by Brett, who for once seemed to have gotten the point faster than Kenya. He hadn't noticed yet, or he was suppressing the urge to gloat very well.

"We, Kenya, are the leaders. We're all strong and shit, and we know what to do. He needs our help. He's all Jedi-knighty, that sounded weird, but he can't make kids trust him. No offense, but they know us better." That last was directed at Obi-wan, who was sitting on the counter, looking amused.

"Well," Kenya began again, now filled in on the score. "What is up with you, and that nice woman, Elessa? It sounds awkward."

Obi-wan started and looked pensive and slightly ill at the same time. "It's nothing. She's an old… friend."

"And," Brett said. "We should, getting back to the subject, arrange some sort of chain of command. Like I watch these kids and do these things, and she does this, and you supervise or something."

"Yes, how about you take the five boys, and you be their watcher, that includes Shi'non, Escar, Luka, Odyseeo, and Marc. Kenya, you should watch the three girls and pay particular attention to Madara. She and her other two friends should stick together, but Rata, and Tsitsi like her well enough so that shouldn't be a problem."

"Right," all three said together. Then they sighed. This is so… hard.

The two teenagers left, to sort out the kids, and see if anyone was misbehaving. They'd coped well from this morning to nearly being killed in the morning. Staying here could only be temporary. A week at most. But a lot could happen in a week. Maybe Mariana and Elessa could help them to move, the sisters were great at that sort of thing.

Elessa was great at a lot of things. He'd missed her. More than he would admit.

Elessa.

Well. You see, I wrote a chapter about nothing. They'll continue running in about a day or two. Being killed by Anakin and all that. But first I have to reveal secrets and have Obi-wan get snogged or something.

Silveni Jinx

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