Disclaimers 'n' crap: Haihai peeps! Before I start, I just want to say: "DAMN YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK!" and: "THANK YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL READING THIS FIC!" Yeah, I've been wrestling with writer's block lately and I blame the weather. I do NOT write on bright, sunny, hot, humid days. I do NOT. Anyhoo, on with the story! I only own Nightshot, Elfonia, and all its inhabitants. Enjoy!

Anakin blinked. The room came into sharper focus. He was lying on a bed in what appeared to be in some sort of hospital. There was a man standing over him, a slightly pudgy man with pointed ears. Pointed ears…an Elvinoid! Anakin bolted upright.

"Wha…what?" he gasped "Elfonia? We're really…"

"Calm down, son," said the Elvinoid "You apparently have a bad reaction to our tractor beams. That's why you passed out." Anakin wasn't really paying attention to this. He kept thinking over and over again: We did it! We reached Elfonia! It really exists! Then, his mind snapped back to reality and his quest at hand…and his companions.

"Where are my friends?" he asked.

"Adjoining rooms," said the Elvinoid, reaching over for a glass on a nearby tray "They should be coming to shortly. They're all perfectly fine." Anakin reached out with the Force. He could sense Nightshot, Padmé, and Obi-Wan nearby and in no danger. He relaxed a bit. The Elvinoid handed him the glass.

"Drink this," he said "It'll help you recover your strength." Anakin downed the glass. The liquid inside tasted warm and sweet. "Think you can walk?" Anakin got out of the bed. He didn't feel wobbly or unstable.

"Yeah," he said "I should be fine. Thanks."

"Don't mention it," said the Elvinoid "We Elvinoids are a peaceful and friendly people. My name's Mason Miller, by the way."

"Ani? Ani!" Padmé flung herself into Anakin's arms "Oh, thank goodness you're alright!" Anakin put his arms reassuringly around her. Obi-Wan looked on in silence. Nightshot was dancing in the back of the room singing "We're in El-fo-ni-a! We're in El-fo-ni-a!"

"It's so wonderful to have visitors again!" said an Elvinoid woman in the room.

"Anakin, this is Keita Miller," said Obi-Wan "She treated us."

"She's my wife," said Mason, putting his arm around her. At hearing the words "my wife", a minute shudder went through Anakin and Padmé that Anakin prayed Obi-Wan wouldn't sense.

"If you're feeling up to it, we'd love to show you around town," said Keita.

"Thanks, but no thanks," said Obi-Wan "We have more important matters to attend to." Mason raised an eyebrow, then let it down.

"Ah, of course," he said with much seriousness in his voice "Why else would Jedi and a senator come to a planet that was believed destroyed?"

"Please," said Keita, suddenly getting down on her knees "You mustn't tell anyone of our continued presence. We've lived in peace since our disappearance and we want things to stay that way! When the Thousand Knights came, they set up a special illusionary shield to protect us. No equipment in the galaxy can detect Elfonia."

"I'm afraid that people will find out you're still around anyway," said Padmé. Mason and Keita looked up in shock.

"Say what?" breathed Mason, starting to turn white.

"She's right," said Anakin "We didn't find you by accident. It seems that this shield of yours is beginning to malfunction. From the outside, the planet looks like a digital hell!" The Millers stood frozen for a moment before Mason regained his composure.

"I'll have to go to the Town Hall technicians about this immediately!" he said.

"Take my brother with you," said Nightshot, who had long since concluded his dancing act "He's a genius with machines! He can fix anything!" Anakin went a little red with this praise. Mason tried to protest.

"But this is a very complex piece of…"

"Anything!" Nightshot repeated.

"But it's…"

"ANYTHING!

"But…"

"A…NY…THING!"

"…"

"Dear, let him try," said Keita, putting a hand on her husband's shoulder. Mason sighed.

"Alright," he said "Come with me…um…goodness! You haven't told me any of your names!" The foursome introduced themselves and Mason invited them all to come. They exited the hospital center and found themselves in a small but bustling city. "Welcome to the Elfonian capital city of Contra!" said Mason. The group looked around the city. It reminded them of a toned-down version of Coruscant.

"Hm, nice place," said Nightshot as they hurried along.

"Hey, little bro," said Anakin to Nightshot "Little Elfonian trivia for ya."

"From that one page you read about this place before we left?" said Nightshot.

"Yep," said Anakin "Other than the Thousand Knights, what is Elfonia most known for?"

"You got me," said Nightshot "I didn't read that paper." Padmé sighed.

"The Elvinoids," she said "Are famous for having last names that correspond with their careers and talents. It can also assign them special powers."

"So," said Nightshot "The Millers run a mill?"

"Yes we do," said Keita "On the city outskirts, near that tractor beam that picked you up."

"So, what's your special power?" asked Obi-Wan.

"We can control the wind to run the mill," said Mason "We also have workers that use their own energy-source related powers to help us. Like the Pyro family. They can use fire on water to create steam that…"

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan whispered while Mason rambled on "Do you sense something…amiss?"

"Well, I do now," said Anakin, being a little more alert. Now that he thought about it, there was an air of fear in this city. "Do you think it's because of us?"

"Probably," said Obi-Wan, as they entered the Town Hall "But I can't help feeling that…"

"…I would be involved?" said a voice that they all uncomfortably knew and loathed. "Master Kenobi, young Skywalker, fancy meeting you here," said Count Dooku.

I, like many others, believe that Dooku didn't exactly get the death he deserved in Revenge of the Sith. I mean, really, the man looked frickin' terrified when Anakin cut his hands off. On the other hand (no pun intended), I don't really like him that much, so I'm not going to give him a dignified death in this fic. Or, any death, for that matter.