YAHOO! I finally finished this chapter. As much as I like writing, this one chapter was slightly more tedious to complete than the rest. But there are cliffhangers everywhere.

I just put something in here that I'm sure the fans will enjoy thoroughly.

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Chapter Six

"OK Beastboy, you can't blow this one up. You just can't blow this one up. You only got so close to getting yourself and helpless Cyborg killed that time with the T-ship separating and all. Yeah Beastboy, you actually fixed it and you even got through Cy's cheesy techno mumbo-jumbo. This should be a piece of cake. Besides, you might even know how to fly this thing."

Beastboy repeated these words in his head over and over again. It comforted him a little as he squirmed in the casually leathered seat of the red-striped Jedi Interceptor. The temple had lent a vehicle to both Robin and him. It was a privilege to be trusted with one of the magnificent spaceships. But then again, it wouldn't be much of anything if he wasn't able fly it.

"There's a button in here somewhere…" he said to himself as he checked out the control panel in front of him, his consciousness cracking under the panic of the current condition. The buttons and lights were almost whimsical to watch as they danced, on and off, on the panel. "Better start punching." He started at random and pushed a red button, deciding to go on with pressing buttons of the same color. Things started blinking on and off, the board whistled and twittered, but nothing happened.

"OK, it hasn't blown up yet, that's good." he said as he continued on to the green ones, hoping that they would help. He punched on and on. His fingers were beginning to turn red under the stress. He was beginning to panic. "Don't lose it, don't lose it." He was on the verge of peeing in his pants when he felt the seat beneath him shudder. "YES! Wait, that's a good thing right?"

The thought of a "self destruct" button came to mind. Those stupid things never made sense to Beastboy. After all, the dumb button just gets the user in serious trouble anyway. But there's got to be a good reason for it and maybe it was a good enough idea to put in the schematics of a starfighter such as this one… another thing to add to his list of worries.

"Autopilot engaged." said a mechanical voice reassuringly, coming from an unknown section of the ship. There was a part in Episode I when the young Anakin did the same thing. He ended up getting himself in a life-threatening situation. But then again, he saved the world and this was certainly better than getting himself blown up on the spot. SO… This can't be bad. "At least that's off my mind."

OK, onto the mission. He was sent a message from Shaak Ti that filled him in on the details. Thankfully, the interface screen on the control panel had the wonderful thing called words on it. It wasn't as hard to find as the "on" switch anyway. After glancing over the monitor for a bit, he finally found the button labeled "Holonet Messages". He pressed it and the recorded image of the female Jedi master came alive, speaking to him in the calm voice, common among jedi.

"Master Yoda is commanding the bulk of the forces on Kashyyyk. We suspect that there may be an assassination attempt on his life. Master Yoda does not wish to be interfered. But the rest of the Council has decided that we cannot take the chance. You must protect him at all costs, but exercise caution and do not let him find out." With that last word, the screen blipped off for a second and resumed to the original clear blue menu interface.

That was the gist of the mission briefing. There's nothing to it. "Master Yoda's a, well, MASTER! He can't possibly get bumped off." he thought. "All I have to do is to get close to the dude and he's protected. He's like Slade, but in a good way. You just can't kill him. He's like, invincibabable…"

A thought struck his mind in a flash. "Hey, I'm green, Yoda's green. I have two legs, Yoda has two legs. I morphed Chewbacca before… I wonder…"

Beastboy closed his eyes and felt a sense of strange familiarity wash over him. He started to take his mind off the incredible task of flying the ship. Instead, he focused on the form of Jedi Master Yoda. The skin color was no problem; he wouldn't need to change anything anyway. Then the height; this was not too much of anything since he was short too.

The team counted on Beastboy very many times to change into any animal that could help out in the situation. But for some reason, animals were easy. Human features are far more difficult to do, though they were also much smaller. "OK…" he couldn't classify Yoda as an animal. But he had to try, this was just so cool!

Beastboy concentrated hard and harder still. He began to feel annoyed at himself. "Come on, be Yoda, be Yoda!" He started to sweat it out. Then, he could feel something different; there were ridges on his head. He felt his fingers, only three on each hand. He could not restrain himself. He opened his eyes, his wrinkly eyes… Tada! He was YODA!

Three fingers! Whitening hair! Really-old-guy facial features! In short, YODA! He was practically Yoda! There's only one thing left to test.

He cleared his throat, hoping it would help. He picked up his confidence and pressed the hailing button on the ship's crystal blue interface. The electronic screen bleeped mechanically and it flashed with a list of contacts. He scrolled down the fighter list down to the Jedi interceptors. It took him a while to get to Robin's signal. The screen began loading the boy wonder's image.

"Hey Beastboy, have you got your- WHOA! What did you do!" blurted the confused Robin. He had reason to be surprised.

"DUDE! Check it out!" Beastboy croaked. Yes! His voice was finally the really-hard-to-imitate YODA VOICE! "It is I Master Yoda!" He couldn't help letting loose a snicker, his words just didn't fit with the voice. But that was just fine.

"Beastboy, how the heck did you-"

"It's just the coolest thing! Check it out!" Beastboy cleared his throat. "Begun the Clone War has. YEAH! SWEET!"

"Right… Have fun with that. Just watch out for the reentry burn." Robin replied in a matter-of-factly tone.

"What are you talking about?" shrugged Beastboy skeptically, raising one white eyebrow.

Robin didn't utter another word. He just let out one cheeky, lopsided grin. He lifted his hand and simply pointed outside of the screen. Then, without further notice, it zapped into static.

Beastboy looked up. Robin was being mysterious again. Whenever he does that, something bad always happens. Slade would appear, Robin would get into an intense fight, and then the other Titans would get their butts kicked while they do. Sure enough, when he looked up, all he could see was a blinding yellow light, creeping on the transparent metal on his cockpit. The actual entry to the planet's atmosphere has begun.

Now, Master Yoda was not the type to freak out like a moron. He's imperturbable! Invincible! Unstoppable! Screaming at the top of his lungs was not his thing. But of course, no matter how much he looked like him, no matter how he acted like him, no matter how much he wanted to be the great Jedi Master, he was still good, old, cowardly Beastboy… And screaming like a little girl is Beastboy's thing.

The thick leathery armor encased Starfire's body. She did not bear her casual, tank-top-and-skirt uniform. Right now, she had the look like she was undergoing her transformation again. She had a sleek helmet with a piece of cloth attached to the sides which covered most of her face. She was covered in a loose fitting armor suit from the chest down to her legs. On her waist was another tarp that flowed to her thighs. It was a most peculiar set of clothes; Starfire knew Mister Fett had mentioned that this had belonged to his father's former partner, Zam Wessel or something… She could not think of how Zam could have coped with this uniform. It was unbearably uncomfortable.

But it was, as mister Fett had explained, necessary. She saw first hand what the "blaster" weapons could do. They killed in an instant. All the wielder had to do was to press on the trigger and it was done. A crimson bolt of light would emerge from the weapon and effectively destroy whatever was in its sights. She most definitely did not want to be a victim of its fatal flare. She wanted to live long enough to see her friends again.

Boba Fett had offered her a deal. She was very much unfamiliar to her own situation. She needed help and it was most kind of Mister Fett to provide. All she had to do was collect this "bounty" and deliver it back to him. Then, he would be able to provide her with assistance on her own personal mission.

All that was standing in her path was this bounty. All that stood in her way was this one solitary soldier. The amount of money was greater if the bounty was left alive. There was something about the source causing the target even more pain than the hunter could give. Or maybe it was something about concealed information that the subject held. But it didn't really matter to her.

Starfire held her modified DC-15x blaster rifle is her hands. The gun practically the staple for the galaxy's clone armies with a more trinkets put in, making it an even more lethal sniper rifle. She felt for her utility belt. One, two, three… Three Merr Sonn V-1 Thermal Detonators, tweaked with a lower level of the volatile substance baradium were inside. She somehow felt secure knowing that she could very well kill the target if she wanted to.

And if it came to that, she would.

Kashyyyk, the planet of the Wookies… Magnificent, mile high trees that scraped the sky above… Fur-covered Wookies that lumbered along in their elevated villages, living out their happy little lives… It just seems so much more beautiful if you aren't on one of the barely-stable aerial walkways, hundreds of meters away from the ongoing battle on the ground.

But fear of heights is not one of the many aspects embedded within the programmed clone brain. This was especially true with an extensively trained advanced reconnaissance commando. ARC trooper 5453 "Fiver" ran across the thin walkway with preset skill. Each step was confident and successful. Few other people would have been able to this. But of course, the Jedi in front of him were such men.

Jedi Master Yoda was a in a tree hut quite a distance away. The mission objectives were to first, shadow the jedi master. Second, the team would have to thwart any assassination attempts on his life. It was a challenging, and probably fatal mission. But every single one was and if it helped advance the overall progress of the war, then it was very much worth it.

Leaves flicked his armor left and right as he approached the next hut. It was a trivial matter, only approaching enemies would be important enough to catch his full attention. The Jedi were in front of course, as they could defend themselves better against laser bolts using the archaic "lightsaber" weapon and the mysterious "Force". It was strangely comforting to know that there was someone, who far surpassed his own abilities taking the lead. "The mission is going well so far, no enemy resistance has been encountered." he thought to himself.

Then, just as if to discredit his thoughts, an electronic hum cried out through the scene. It was not the more familiar revving up of the leading jedi's weapon. It clicked in his mind, droid wrist blasters. He reacted quickly, jumping aside and pulled out his own dual blaster pistols. The Jedi were even snappier as they unshed their own lightsabers. Two blades, blue and green, emitted from the deceptively simple metallic tubes in the jedi's hands.

A hail of scarlet bolts rained from the leaves above. Most were scare shots and careened off in wild directions. But some of them hit and two clones fell off the walkway and down hundreds of meters to their deaths. There was nothing to do about it. It was war and casualties were to be expected. It was just to hope that you were not one of them.

Two dozen droids jumped down aggressively. Most were the unmistakable, bulky forms of super battle droids. But there was a pair of rarer, more lethal IG-100 Magnaguards. "Details are not the most important thing, just aim and shoot." advised his clone template Jango Fett. This was a most valuable piece of advice that each ARC took to heart. No sooner had he thought of this than he depressed the trigger button and blasted two super battle droids in the air. The rest of the clones followed suit, loosing their own salvos of laser blasts.

He aimed again at the two Magnaguards. But there was something about melee warriors; they never seem to get hit in cheap shots like this. The two crystal blue shots zipped away, singeing nothing but leaves.

Then the battle shifted quickly from ranged to close quarters as soon as the droids hit the platform. The most of the clones dared not shoot unless the firing range was clear, and in the fray of battle, this was nest to impossible to obtain. The ARC aimed at a super battle droid that got too close and opened up a good sized hole clean through the armor.

He took one swift look at the Jedi. The one with the green lightsaber seemed to flow through the air, striking fatal blows to battle droids. This dance with death continued on until the he found himself within the range of the Magnaguard. He looked very much like what a jedi was pictured to be in a clone's mind, the awe inspiring leader.

The shorter jedi who had the blue blade, on the other hand, was just barely scraping out with basic skills. He seemed to know what he was doing. But he was not able to do all that the moves that he was looking to do. He certainly did not look like an experienced soldier. But then again, masters were often partnered with a "padawan", who was a learner. This one was definitely the padawan.

He shifted back to the battle. His fellow clones were proving to be more than a match for the unwieldy battle droids. The Kaminoans who constructed the battle programs had a very wide variety of combat styles. The sweat they pulled out in training was paying off with their own blood. The other magnaguard was not one of the other battle droids. It swept troopers off with swift strokes of its electrostaff. Someone had to take it out.

Fiver took quick steps while the large droid had its back on him. He ducked at a wild shot that came from behind. Then, only a meager meter or two away from the target, he aimed for the head… and shot. The cloth wrapped head was blasted off the body and fell down to the ground below.

But the droid was not out yet. The primary photoreceptors were located in the head. That was true. But there was another secondary photoreceptor located in the torso. The droid turned instinctively, sparks still flying from the stump where the head was. It spun its staff and struck for the head.

But Fiver saw it coming and ducked and the fatal stroke missed by mere centimeters. He immediately rolled back just as the droid pulled of a fluid, programmed move and struck the wood at its feet, the area where Fiver was just moments before. The staff was lodged in the wood, but that would not be the case soon. The thing would pull it out in instants. But that small opening was all the time in the world.

The ARC snapped back up. He gripped the blasters he had in both hands and took quick aim. The droid was just getting back to a combat stance, the large, red photoreceptor in its chest serving as a great target. The clone depressed at both triggers and the pistols fired.

Both shots hit home instantly. The two brilliant blue bolts absorbed themselves into the magnaguard's photoreceptor. The form went limp instantly and the electrostaff dropped down. The lasers left two clean holes in the torso that were barely seen through the sizzling of the circuits. The droid fell to the ground; genetic engineering had triumphed over the computer once again.

Once the menacing magnaguard was downed, the rest of the droids were easy to dispatch. The five or so super battle droids that were left fell like a deck of cards when the green blade of the jedi sliced clean marks all over their metallic carapaces. These droids fell to the ground, never to fulfill their lethal programming.

The jedi deactivated their lightsabers and the blades of energy withdrew into the metallic weapon. They immediately turned to him. "Commander, regroup the squad and let's move out as soon as possible. Someone is after Master Yoda and we have to get there before they do." The voice was calm and controlled yet commanding.

"Yes sir!" Fiver curtly replied. Then, he gestured out to the rest of the squad, opting against using his comlink again. It was a set of developed signals that were learnt among clone commandos. The purpose was to thwart enemy attempts to get through to their communications. Helmet intercom was generally secure, but there were ways to get through and enemy eavesdropping could very well mean death. Non-verbally, he waved, "Regroup, single file. Advance in sixty."

Immediately, the clones fell into an orderly line. In less than forty seconds, the squad was moving again. With the Jedi on front, they moved on the path, quickly approaching an especially large tree hut. After this one, there were only a few more of these to Yoda's position. Only a few more…

When they reached it, the taller jedi shoved the door open. The hut was unsettlingly larger than it looked on the outside. There was at least eight ten meters from the floor to the ceiling. The whole thing was quite wide, twenty meters at least or maybe more. "This must be one of the central village huts then." he silently thought, not even breaking stride.

They reached the end of the room, there was only one large door out as this seemed to be the general design of the Wookie structures. The taller jedi moved over to the door and pushed it open, or at least it tried to.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

These words roamed his mind for all of the two seconds that there was until the door gave off a loud electronic bleep. It was an electronic detonation alert.

Instinctively, he ducked down, the ground would serve as his shock absorber. The jedi were uncannily faster and jumped off seemingly before the beep even let out. They both backflipped covering some distance in milliseconds, probably assisted by the enigmatic "force".

The next second, a violent explosion rocked through the scene. The clones' helmet toned down the sound and vision to avoid permanent damage. But still, he could feel the heat. Only a few feet away from the blast, fiery whips lashed out, nearly incinerating the flattened ARC. Pieces of debris flew through the air, bits of wood finding themselves as abundant in there as oxygen or ozone from the residual energy. Thankfully, this was one of the many purposes of the clone armor, to keep shrapnel and objects like that from lacerating troopers.

Fiver's visor cleared up in an instant. The door was no more. In its place was a gaping hole, filled with thick, black, smoke. He switched on his thermal scan. It revealed one standing figure in the miasma of dark air. It seemed like a female figure, but it was hard to decipher.

Beside that one, was an unfamiliar heat signature, sections of heat that were separated from each other by strange cold spots. No doubt, this was the bio engineered half organic, half droid trooper that the Separtists had unleashed in one recent battle, devastating a clone regiment that had been deployed to capture a Confederate facility. Aside from those two, there could be an unknown number of droids in there. They did not give off significant signs of thermal energy.

"Yoda is as good as dead. No Jedi will stand in my way." proclaimed a frosty, female voice piercing through the muffled noise of burning wood and thick smog moving around. The tone of her voice was eerily monotonous and icily threatening.

The two jedi were already up, lightsabers ignited. The clones were just getting back on their feet. The shell shock was waving off. The feeling tight battle readiness returned in its place. Soon enough, this room would be filled with the lethal flashes of blaster bolts.

"You don't know what you're talking about, mercenary." said the shorter jedi in a strangely familiar voice. Then he waved his blue lightsaber around as if to physically defend his point.

Right in front of him, the space began to clear. It revealed one hooded figure standing in the mess. The person stretched out her hands level to her waist. Almost impossibly, she summoned two objects from her robes to her hands. The next instant, the distinct hum of the jedi's lightsabers seemed to double over. Two scarlet blades sliced through the shady murk ahead.

"Mercenary?" she chuckled mockingly. "I think not."

Then she attacked.

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