Happy New Years! I hope you all had a great 2017 and as a reward I'm posting my latest chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.


Obi-Wan was in the Jedi Temple archives looking for information about Kamino. Or more specifically, he was waiting for the archivist Jocasta Nu to show up and help him. He was currently looking at the current additions of the archives looking deeply entrenched in his research. He could hear several padawans murmur about what he was doing.

He noticed Dooku's bust amongst the other lost twenty and looked at it for a while. He couldn't understand how one of the greatest Jedi Masters could become a Sith Lord. Ben, on the other hand, felt a small shred of pity for Dooku. He knew every atrocity the count would enact during the war, but despite that he always felt Dooku actually believed in what he said. He never agreed with is beliefs or his actions of course, but he did feel sorry for the Count when he saw his death. Thirteen years of planning all wasted just so your killer could replace you. Of course, despite being another one of Palpatines' many many victims that didn't excuse any of the Count's actions. Dooku was too far in the Dark Side, there was sadly no point in saving him. Both Kenobi's began to wonder if Qui-Gon managed to save his former mentor, but that was a story for another time. Now, Obi-Wan was waiting for Jocasta.

"Excuse me," a soft elderly voice called out next to him bringing the time traveling Jedi out of their thoughts. "Master Kenobi? Master Kenobi, can you hear me?"

Obi-Wan turned around saw that it was the eighty-two year old Chief-Librarian of the Jedi Archives Jocasta Nu looking concerned.

"Oh, forgive me Master Nu, I came here for your assistance in trying to locate a planet known as Kamino. Despite my best efforts, it won't show up in any of the archives." Obi-Wan said.

"Kamino…" Jocasta said frowning trying to recall the name. "Well, that's a name I'm not familiar with. Let me check."

A few minutes later after looking up the exact quadrant that Obi-Wan received from Dex, to which Jocasta questioned where he found this information, she sat back in her chair and rubbed her right hand over her chin. "I'm afraid to say there's no planet nor system with that name."

"I see. Nevertheless, thank you for your assistance, Madame Jocasta." Obi-Wan said.

"Of course, Master Kenobi." Jocasta smiled gently, rising up from her chair and noticing a youngling approaching her. "I apologize for not being able to assist you further, but should you need anything else in the late future, the archives are always open."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." Obi-Wan replied.

As Jocasta went off to help the youngling, Obi-Wan looked at the map and sighed in annoyance. He knew where Kamino was, but he didn't want to alert the Jedi Council as to where he found a secret army of clones for the Republic after disappearing for a short bit. If anything it would've gotten Darth Sidious' attention as well. Both Ben and Obi-Wan did not want to arouse suspicion from both parties, especially, from the latter.


Meanwhile, Anakin and Padmé were aboard the transport ship on their way to Tatooine. Anakin was cooking dinner for them both on the trip. Though, to Padmé it looked like anything else than dinner. It was grey, mushy, and looked about as pleasant as it was nutritious. Anakin, however, seemed to be capable of eating it. She grabbed her spoon and scooped some of it. Then, she put it in her mouth and ate it. Almost immediately, the awful taste made her spit it out. The food caused her stomach to lurch while the food refused to go down her esophagus. She puffed her cheeks and covered her mouth with her hands.

She looked at Anakin who had a grin on his face. He handed her a bag from under the table and once it was in her reach she grabbed it in a second. She threw up immediately once she opened it. She again looked at Anakin who was actually eating the wretched meal contently. She looked at him in shock.

"I must say, I'm a little offended Senator," Anakin said before taking a sip. "Obi-Wan never complained about my cooking like that before." He joked as he ate the slop.

She smirked at Anakin "Well then, I guess my respect for him has grown." She said.

Anakin shrugged nonchalantly. "To be honest, I agree as well." He said. "I'm willing to admit that in the past ten years, I was never a model student." Anakin admitted.

This gained Padmé's attention "Really how so?" she asked.

Anakin sighed "Any master who has a student who constantly rushes head first into danger, pick fights, and destroy countless Jedi aircraft regardless of how many lectures would earn my respect. I'm pretty sure you've heard about my reputation." Anakin said.

"Actually no. I didn't. Captain Typho did disapprove of having you as my bodyguard yes. I just assumed he didn't want me to spend time with an old friend." Padmé said. "You two must've gone on some strange adventures in the past haven't you?" She asked.

"Yeah." Anakin simply said. "Though, this might be the strangest." Anakin admitted.

"What's so strange about this?" Padmé asked.

"Its not about you actually. It's about Obi-Wan… he's different…" Anakin mused. "If this were a year ago he would have never let me go back to Tatooine to check on my mother." Anakin explained.

"Maybe he's beginning to understand you better." Padmé theorized.

"Maybe…" Anakin mused. "Though, I shouldn't be sounding so ungrateful about this. The new Obi-Wan Kenobi is an improvement so far." Anakin said smiling.

Padmé smiled as well.


A few hours had transpired since their meal and conversation, as Padmé lied in her makeshift bed unable to sleep because of her mind being clouded about the Senate. Every day it seemed like The Republic was inching closer to galactic war for the first time in a thousand years. Originally, she returned to Coruscant to find a peaceful solution to the Crisis. Try to persuade the Senate from believing warmongers like Eriaduan governor Wilhuff Tarkin. She scowled as she thought about him. Besides having his nose so far up the Chancellor's backside, she had no idea how that wretched man ever got elected. He was willing to let countless people die to fulfill his ambitions.

Officials like Tarkin were one of the reasons she had no confidence in the Senate when the Trade Federation invaded Naboo ten years ago. To this day, Padmé still felt guilt how over a thousand of her people sacrificed themselves to save her. Especially, the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. She would always be grateful to the Jedi Master for risking his life for the people of Naboo. Attending his funeral felt like the very least she could do.

A tear began to trickle down her cheek as she remembered seeing Obi-Wan with tears in his eyes carry his master's body out the door to the Theed Generator Complex. He explained what had transpired during their duel with the Zabrak Sith Lord where the two were separated leading to the Sith stabbing Qui-Gon, and how he was helpless. He managed to defeat Maul, but it was a hollow victory.

She turned her head to look at Anakin and remembered the devastated look on his face when the door opened. She remembered how he said "No one can kill a Jedi.". Needless to say, never has being wrong hurt him so badly. A couple of hours later she comforted him, both grieving the loss of Qui-Gon Jinn until the newly elected chancellor and some Jedi Masters arrived.

Needless to say the entire event made her determined to prevent another Naboo from happening. She didn't want countless mothers and fathers to never return to their children, and neither did she want to see countless homes and lives ended by bombs dropping from the sky.

"No!" someone cried, breaking Padmé away from her thoughts and made her jump. "No! Mom! No, don't!"

Immediately, she got out of bed and went to the origin of where the sound came from: Anakin's room.

Opening the door, she saw Anakin thrashing wildly in his sleep. He was glistening with sweat. She knelt beside Anakin and holding him and pinning her troubled friend down.

"Anakin! Anakin, wake up!" She called out to him nearly crying when he called out to his mother again. "Please, Ani! Wake up!"

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open with a look of terror on them. Padmé opened her mouth about to speak, but was cut off when Anakin held onto her. In a matter of seconds, Padmé's shoulder began to feel wet with Anakins' tears. She responded by wrapping her arms around him. Her left arm rubbed circles around her back while the right stroked his hair. She also began to whisper words of comfort into his ear.

"It's okay." She whispered. "It's okay. I'm here for you. Ani. You're safe."

Several minutes passed, Anakin had calmed down. Padmé was astonished by how much pent-up emotions were in the young man regarding his mother. He broke free from Padmé's release causing Padmé to feel somehow a little saddened. Though she didn't show any signs.

"I'm sorry." Anakin apologized hoarsely. Though it sounded rather harsh.

"For what?" She asked.

"For… this." He said gesturing towards the bed she sat on. His eyes were red from crying and full of fear. "You being here, comforting me. This isn't right. I'm a Jedi… I should be better. I know I'm supposed to be better than this. I shouldn't ever be able of showing the slightest hint of emotion no matter how bad the situation."

"Oh, Ani," She whispered softly, placing a hand over one of his. The sudden contact made Anakin shift. "Showing your emotions isn't wrong. Sometimes it's best for someone, even you, to release instead of bottling them up. It's what makes you more than a Jedi."

"Makes me what?" He said with his voice sounding vulnerable almost as it did ten years ago when they met.

Gently, she leaned forward and whispered. "Human." She replied.

For the next several minutes, they stayed in that position. Anakin had his head on Padmé's shoulders as she whispered words of comfort. All the while, both of them tried to avoid tears. However, it proved to be futile and the two began to feel tired. The two of them dozed off and fall into a deep sleep.


Obi-Wan was in his old red Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor. He was getting close to their destination, and in a matter of seconds there it was: Kamino.

Very few people were aware of the planet's location let alone its existence. To Obi-Wan and Ben Kenobi it was the secret facility housing The Grand Army of the Republic.

Ben began to feel overwhelmed as thoughts of Cody, Rex, and countless other Clone he fought alongside with began to overwhelm him. Another memory came to surface involving the Clone known as Fives.

Ben remembered how Fives discovered the secret bio-chips implanted in all of the clones from birth. The chips were designed to control the clones and allow them to enact certain orders. Most infamously, Order 66. The order that led to the destruction of the Jedi Order enacted by Darth Sidious himself. The Chancellor into believing that Fives had gone unstable after he tried to kill Palpatine duped all the Jedi and Clones. The ARC trooper was continually hunted down until finally the Coruscant Guard killed Fives. Anakin and Captain Rex were with him before he was silenced. He recalled as to how Anakin told him that Fives told them that the Chancellor was involved in some conspiracy to wipe out the Jedi.

Oh how foolish they were in hindsight.

"Here we are. R4, disengage the hyperspace ring." Obi-Wan told his old astromech.

R4 complied with a whistle and the hyperspace ring disengaged. He guided the ship down to the planet. He soon felt Jango Fett's presence. It was as angry and rage filled as Ben remembered.

The ship went through the storm clouds. As Obi-Wan piloted he could feel Ben reminisce about how he missed the rain. Breaking through the clouds he saw the ocean and could see some of its inhabitants.

After several minutes, Obi-Wan saw their destination: Tipoca City.

Otherwise known as the planet's cloning facility and where it's army, and their template resided. R4's beeping began to drive Obi-Wan out of his thoughts.

"No, R4. We're going to land on that platform." He said.

His astromech droid began to bleep on how he was planning to get inside that facility.

"Simple, I'm going to walk through the front door." Obi-Wan responded.

His droid began to question the logic of his plan, but didn't voice it out of obedience that was hardwired into her mainframe.

Landing on the platform with a gentle hiss, he pulled his hood over his head before the cockpit opened. He got out of it and Ben started to relish the rain dropping onto him. However, the ground was slippery and the wind was threatening to blow him off the platform. He began to walk to the tower before him. When he reached it, he noticed one of the pale, elongated neck, and slender Kaminoans.

"Greetings, Master Jedi," Her melodic voice was surprisingly, easy to hear despite the constant pounding of rain outside. "It is good to see you. I am Taun We and allow me to be the first to welcome you to Kamino."

"Thank you," He replied with a charming smile. "It's an honor to meet you. I suspect that the Prime Minister is expecting me?" He asked.

"I'd tread carefully with these Kaminoans. They're emotional control rivals most Jedi Masters." Ben advised.

Ben was right, Obi-Wan could barely feel Taun's emotions through the Force.

"Indeed, he is. In fact, he's quite anxious to see you. After all, it's been quite a long time since we last saw you and we were beginning to worry if you were ever going to return." Taun said.

"They must think I'm Master Syfo-Dyas." Obi-Wan said.

"Good. Use that to your advantage." Ben advised.

Obi-Wan nodded. "I see." He gestured to the corridor. "Shall we?"

"Of course." A small smile formed on Taun We's lips. "Right, this way."

The two began to walk down the corridor towards the Prime Minister's office.