Every single day up on King Kai's planet was a blessing for Son Goku. He enjoyed the quiet, the gentle breeze that swept through the afterlife's clouds every now and again, and he especially loved the fact that training was going oh so smoothly. But, alongside those positive facts, he felt as though he'd become complacent. Nothing ever interrupted his training regiment aside from his little history lesson with King Kai regarding saiyan history. Not that training was bad, but Goku was used to excitement, something to interrupt the boredom now and again. Though soon enough, Son Goku would learn a valuable lesson–to be careful what you wish for.

The heavy thud of boots upon the hard tile of Snake Way reverberated through the infinite void of the afterlife, giving Son Goku pause. Was it merely an echo of his own journey to the deity's home? A symptom of the ever-present silence aside from when he thrust ki blasts into the air to test his ability? These theories were soon proven wrong by the sound of banter below.

"So. How do you suppose we get up there? We don't exactly get to keep jetpacks when we die, do we?"

"Hm. Cody, mind passing me that rock?"

"Half of this pathway is debris, Rex. Be a bit more specific."

Goku was correct. There were people on Snake Way! Were they new training partners? Combatants to help him get stronger, in his bid to halt the saiyan's advance? In any case, he was just excited to have new company aside from Gregory and Bubbles. However, an incoming rock would soon change that state of mind, as the rubble smashed to pieces atop his head.
"Ow! Ow ow ow…" The saiyan's hands flew to his head, carefully rubbing the space where the rock smacked against his head–luckily for him, his skull was dense enough to take the blow. However, his protest was not heard by the two below, as the sound of strained grunting and two bodies smashing into the dirt soon sounded out beside him.

"I am… not sure how that worked."

"Gravity is always a helper, Cody old boy. If there's anything General Skywalker has taught me, it's that gravity can be your friend in select circumstances." Goku sat dumbfounded as he watched the two newcomers pull their respective heads out of the dirt, puzzled at their identical appearance.

"At least the big red fellow is giving us a chance to hopefully stop whoever big bald and ugly is." The fellow in orange striped armor remarked, shaking his blonde-haired head clean of dirt, whilst his blue colored counterpart hopped to his feet with little difficulty. And finally, after clearing their eyes of debris, the two took notice of Goku.

"Oh. Er. Pardon the intrusion, but are you King Kay?"
"It's pronounced 'Kai.'"

"I've heard it both ways." Cody shrugged, rolling his shoulder as the two gazed at the messy-haired man before them. He was certainly odd-looking, matching the theme of the afterlife thus far–strangely dressed.

"Uh, no. Sorry to disappoint you, heh heh heh! King Kai is actually my teacher! You can call me Goku." The saiyan quickly pulled himself to his feet, offering up a hand to the two identical men–whom gladly shook it, clearly pleased to meet an amiable fellow who seemed to know what was going on for a change.

"Yeah, King Kai should be right over–" As his hand wandered toward the direction of King Kai's abode, the blue midget of a god practically kicked the door off it's hinges.

"What's all this noise for, huh? Can't have five minutes without an energy blast going off next to my ear, or my poor little planet shaking! Goku, I gotta say, you have the worst– oh. Huh." The spectacled gaze of King Kai landed upon Rex and Cody, his head cocking slightly to the side.

"You two must be Rex and Cody. Good time, guys! Only been like seven days since you died. Doubled timed it here right quick." Cody whispered something, only for Rex to sharply jab him in the side.

"You must be King Kai then. Pleasure to meet you, sir. We've been sent here to learn from you, to put a halt to the upcoming Saiyan Invasion of earth–at least, that's what your friend 'Kami' said."

"No worries Rex, you got it down pat. You friend Kenobi is being dragged to Earth by the dude who killed you, and considering you and Cody are tough as it is, Kami gave me the low-down–while your Jedi friends rejected my offer to train them." The kai let out a small huff, arms crossing almost immediately at the thought of the force users. They never were his favorite, truth be told.

"So, uh… when do we start?" Cody interjected.

"See, that's the thing. Since Goku here is the strongest of you three here by far–I'd rather him start you guys off with basics before you get into my kind of training. Sound good to you?" Cody and Rex quickly exchanged glances, before gazing back at the orange-coated hillbilly that the god denoted as their superior in martial arts.

"Sure. Where do we start?"

Goku looked to King Kai, then back to Cody and Rex. "Well, since I'm sure you guys can experience the gravity here on King Kai's planet–I won't give you guys the Turtle Shells just yet."

Cody leaned back slightly, whispering to Rex once more. "I think I'd rather die again."

"The majority of the Jedi Council has been devastated, by one man." Windu carefully clasped the edge of his seat, the plastoid armrest softly cracking beneath his grip. Events had clearly not gone to plan. Master Yoda, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, two clone generals and one or more battalions of clones slain with little to no effort on the part of their opponent. It was unprecedented. It wasn't even a battle. It was a massacre. What's more, General Kenobi had been kidnapped, and with what Padawan Tano asserted, it was clear why–the warrior that so handily laid them to waste was the father of Obi-Wan, to everyone's shock. Suddenly, Kenobi's uncharacteristic rage became clear–it was some form of racial property, inherited from the monster that had apparently factored into his birth. The bandaged Windu gazed at the remainder of the Jedi Council, including Ahsoka Tano and Anakin who were allowed to stand in due to witnessing the event in question. The only sound that permeated the silence was the gentle whirr of hover cars passing the chambers.

"Master Windu…" Ahsoka stepped forth into the center of the room, clutching her interim lightsaber tightly in the palm of her hand. "What will we do?"

Windu raised a hand to his chin before but a moment, before shifting to face Skywalker. He knew, no matter his order, Skywalker would most definitely go after Kenobi. The underlying rage he could sense in the Jedi Knight was palpable.

"I will give anyone wishing to go after the enemy permission. The war with the Separtist is still our primary concern, but figuring out this foe's weakness is important." Almost immediately, Skywalker bolted out of the room, Ahsoka Tano in hot pursuit.

In many timelines, this is where Windu would last see Skywalker and Tano alive–futures wrought with death dispensed at the hands of automatons manufactured by a certain doctor notwithstanding. And that, is what gave the observer of this kerfuffle pause. Black fingernails tapped lightly atop her crystal ball, before slowly enhancing the view to focus on Master Windu.

"Mira…? Would you so kindly find a branching timeline where we could recruit this fellow? Something tells me he will be quite… promising."