War has taken over the galaxy! In the months after the Battle of Geonosis, the Clone Armies of the Republic have taken up arms against the murderous Battle Droids of the Separatists Armies. There have been victories and losses on both sides.

In an attempt to turn the tide, the Jedi Council has sent their greatest spy to infiltrate enemy lines and recover plans for the Separatists newest weapons in the war against the Republic. Unfortunately, this spy was discovered by the sinister agents of the Seperatist leader, Count Dooku and has since gone missing.

At the insistence of Jedi Master Plo Koon, Jedi Knights Anakin Skywalker and Obi Wan Kenobi have been sent to locate the missing spy and bring the galaxy one step closer to peace…

…

A VCX-100 light freighter came out of hyperspace, approaching the neutral planet of Dantooine. Anakin double checked their systems as they came out, preparing to land.

"Are you sure these the coordinates Master Plo relayed?" Anakin checked.

"They are indeed," Obi Wan replied. "This is where our spy was last seen."

"I still don't understand why a spy would be here of all places. Dantooine is a neutral territory."

"Unfortunately, the Separatists have very little regard for neutral territory these days."

Anakin nodded grimly, his master's words ringing with truth. About that time, a holographic communicator powered on, revealing the caller to be Jedi Master Plo Koon.

"Master Kenobi, Skywalker, have you reached Dantooine?"

"We have," Kenobi answered. "Perhaps now you can tell us more about this spy we're supposed to be finding?"

"The less you know about our spy, the safer they are. However, I can provide you with their contact on the planet. He's a smuggler that goes by the name of Lenshe. Find him, and he should be able to lead you to wherever our spy last was."

"Any ideas on where to start for that?" Anakin asked.

"I leave that to you."

The communication ended as Anakin began the landing procedures.

"Well, that was beyond unhelpful," he remarked.

"Patience, Anakin," Obi Wan chastised. "I'm certain that finding this Lenshe will be the least of our troubles."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, from what I hear, this spy is a lot like you."

Anakin gave his master a glare, one Obi Wan returned with a smirk as the ship came in for a landing.

…

The freighter landed on the outskirts of a nearby settlement, the two Jedi dawning light brown ponchos to disguise themselves. Anakin adjusted his, chuckling a bit.

"Haven't seen these since Qui-Gon took me from Tatooine," he remarked.

"You've certainly come a long way since then," Obi Wan noted.

"We both have."

They descended from the ship, Anakin's faithful astro-mech R2-D2 trailing right behind. The three of them made their way through the lush forests of the area towards Dantoo Town. The town was bustling with people, most of them human but more than a few other races were represented. A good number of these people seemed to be those who were on the run from one thing or another, mostly the war. The streets were filled with tents, some transformed into makeshift shops selling a wide variety of items while others were homes to various refugees. Some of these unfortunate people attempted to approach the duo for money, but the Jedi were forced to turn them away.

"Reminds me of Mos Espa," Anakin said softly. "Except with a lot less sand."

"I'll take your word for it," Obi Wan replied. "Now, where to start looking for this Lenshe..."

"Well, if he's a smuggler, then he'll be held up somewhere he could easily blend in."

"Well, there's certainly a large crowd here," Obi Wan gestured to the bustling market. "I say we ask around and see where the more disreputable citizens tend to gather."

Anakin nodded and the two made their way into town.

...

Tucked deep in the large forests of the planet, a large, matte steel structure that pulsed with the sound of machinery in its heart barely peaked above the expanse of trees. There were no windows and only a single set of large metal, pneumatic doors standing nearly three stories tall. They bore the Separatist's seal and rested at the top of a long ramp that stretched down over the brutalist structure.

Large conveyor belts with molten metal plates rolled loudly as robotic arms molded them into shape. The air was red hot as blast furnaces erupted smoke, char, and flames of assembly. Mechanical limbs placed and soldered wires, cables, chips, motherboards and electronics into place with automated efficiency as each piece was placed on the completed droid.

Away from the noise and heat of the tireless machines, inside the more lavish section of the complex, a T-series tactical droid marched through the halls towards the private quarters. He approached a large set of double doors at the end of the hall, waiting for them to slide open and allow it to enter the room of Count Dooku himself. The Sith Lord was in the midst of meditation as the droid came walking in. He did not react in any way to the droid's presence, not even when it began to speak.

"Sir, I have news on the Republic spy."

"Really?" the Count replied, still meditating. "What do you have to report?"

"We have succeeded in capturing them. They are being transported to the detention center as we speak. I felt that you would desire to unmask the spy personally."

The Count opened his eyes, rising to his feet.

"Very well," Dooku replied as he began walking out of the room. "Let us see what this spy has learned."

...

The detention center was a smaller section of the complex connected to the main building by a single elevated bridge. Dooku emerged onto the walkway, pressing a button that extended the bridge towards the detention center. He marched across it as it connected with the other side, the doors automatically opening for him as he approached.

Most of the cells were empty, as the complex was still rather new and had yet to garner too much unwanted attention. However, one cell was currently being guarded by two B-2 droids. Dooku stopped in front of the door, giving the droids a nod. One of them opened the door to the cell for him, allowing him entry inside.

Inside the small cell, suspended off the ground via energy cuffs, was the spy. They were wearing the clothes of a droid mechanic, a light brown head scarf covering most of their face. The spy looked up at his entrance, meeting his eyes as he approached. He reached up and grabbed the headscarf, pulling it off them. This revealed the spy to be a young woman's face. She had shoulder length, wavy blue hair and bright blue eyes with no pupils. Metal implants were embedded in her cheeks. She had blue markings on her forehead and chin, identifying her as a non-human. Count Dooku's eyebrow raised in a sense of mock surprise.

"Well, this is certainly unexpected," He admitted, folding the headscarf with an eerie gentleness, "I didn't realize the Republic had spies this young."

He then softly placed the folded fabric into the awaiting hands of a nearby droid before slowly turning to the young spy again.

"Like I told the clankers who dragged me here, I'm not a spy." Her voice was rough and her accent was a common one amongst the more unseemly residents of Dantooine

"You'll find I have little patience for such impertinence." He placed his hands behind back as he began pacing around the captive.

"It's not impertinence, it's the truth. I was called in because of a suspected reactor leak."

Dooku ceased his pacing, stopping right in front of the spy.

"Don't play coy with me. We know that you made copies of various droid schematics using stolen Separatist codes, then attempted to sabotage the factory's reactor core to cover your escape."

"I don't know what you're-"

Having enough, Dooku extended his hand, shooting lightning from his fingertips that struck the spy dead in the chest. She arched her back as she screamed in pain, writhing in her bindings before Dooku let up. She sagged, panting lightly before lifting her head again. This time, there was a hardness in her eyes, ones more akin to a soldier than a mechanic.

"Ah, so we're finally dropping the facade," Dooku noted, smiling slightly.

"It doesn't matter." Her voice was no longer as rough as before. Instead, there was a more refined edge to it, like someone used to a more civilized crowd. "No matter what you do to me, I'll never betray the Republic."

"Is that so?"

Dooku shot her with lightening again, causing her to cry out in pain once more. This time when he finally stopped, she was gasping for air, struggling to remain conscious.

"Hopefully, that will give you cause to reconsider your position."

The spy just lifted her head, spitting in Dooku's direction. Dooku just wordlessly turned to leave, the door sliding shut behind him. Once he left, she hung her head, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing.

…

Back with the Jedi, they continued their search for Lenshe, asking locals about Lenshe. Most hadn't heard of him, making their search rather pointless. It was getting to the point that Anakin was beginning to grow impatient.

"No one seems to want to talk about the dark side of this city," Anakin noted with a hint of annoyance.

"Considering most of these people are innocent refugees, I imagine they're simply trying to keep out of trouble," Obi Wan countered.

"So what now?"

"Now, we look for someone who seems out of place."

"Aside from us, that doesn't leave much."

Obi Wan just let out a soft chuckle before scanning the area. As he did, he noticed a pair of Weequays leaning against the walls of a small building. From the blasters not-so-hidden on their belts, it was clear they were not your typical refugee. Seeing a possible lead, Obi Wan went over to strike up a conversation.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he greeted with extended arms. "I was hoping you two could help me out."

"Get lost," one of the Weequay snapped, a hand sliding to his blaster.

"I'm not looking for trouble," Obi Wan insisted. "I'm merely looking for a local from around these parts. Goes by Lenshe."

The other Weequay snorted.

"Lenshe? What do you want with that sack of bantha dung?"

"Information," Obi Wan answered. "Do you know where I can find him?"

"There's a pub near Docking Bay 7," the second Weequay answered. "He usually squats there, the bastard."

"Much obliged," Obi Wan replied, walking off.

He rejoined Anakin, who shook his head in surprise.

"How do you do it, Master?"

"Tact and patience, my former Padawan. Now come, we've got a smuggler to find."

…

Docking Bay 7 seemed to be the place to go for those on the wrong side of the law. Vagrants, pirates, bounty hunters, and smugglers alike were lurking about. The two Jedi carefully moved through the area, keeping their cloaks up to keep themselves from being recognized.

"This certainly takes me back," Anakin remarked. "So how do we find this Lenshe character?"

"Well, our Weequay friends mentioned a pub." Obi Wan pointed towards a building where music was filtering through the window. "I say this would be our best option."

They made their way towards the pub, where they saw one of the patrons being thrown out a window by the bartender. The bartender, a male Besalisk, shook two of his four fists at the broken window.

"And stay out you worthless Rodian!"

He then marched back to the bar, clapping his hands together as he muttered under his breath.

"Friendly place," Anakin noted.

"We'd best be cautious," Obi Wan advised as they went inside.

As they entered, R2 attempted to follow them in, but was stopped by a human bouncer.

"No droids," the bouncer warned. "It waits outside."

"Just wait outside, R2," Anakin told him. "We won't be long."

R2 beeped in response as he turned to roll outside. The two Jedi then went up to the bartender and took their seats.

"What'll it be, boys?" he asked.

"We were hoping you could help us find someone," Anakin answered. "Does the name Lenshe ring a bell?"

The bartender stopped cleaning the mug he was wiping off, his face difficult to read.

"Lenshe..." he mulled over the name for a bit. "Yeah, I know him. He's a Zabrak smuggler, and a damn good one."

"Do you know if he's here today?" Obi Wan inquired. "He has some information we desire."

"Sorry, my memories a little fuzzy." The bartender slid one of his empty hands onto the counter, clearly asking for a bribe.

"Oh I think you will remember things clearly," Obi Wan replied, waving his hand in front of the bartender.

"I will remember things clearly," the bartender repeated, his hand sliding off the bar as he got a glazed look in his eyes.

"You will tell us where Lenshe is."

"I will tell you where Lenshe is." He pointed towards a corner table. "He's over there."

The Jedi turned to see an orange Zabrak sitting at the table, one who immediately bolted the second he locked eyes with the two. Anakin and Obi Wan immediately darted after him, following him out of the Pub. The second Lenshe made his way outside, he felt something zap his leg, causing him to drop to the ground. He pulled himself up slightly to see R2 standing over him, zapping him once more for good measure as the two Jedi made it outside.

"Good work, R2," Anakin complimented as they helped the Zabrak to his feet.

"Lenshe, I presume," Obi Wan surmised.

"Who's he?" the Zabrak lied. "Never heard of him."

"It isn't wise to lie…" Anakin replied, showing off his lightsaber, hanging from his belt. "To a Jedi."

"Jedi..." The Zabrak, clearly Lenshe, straightened up. "Why didn't you lead with that? I thought you were hunters or something."

"We're looking for a Republic spy who's gone missing on this star system," Obi Wan explained. "We were told you had knowledge on where they might be."

"Aye, I do." He snorted, rubbing the top of his head and scratching at the base of his horns. "You know, when she told me help would come for her, I never imagined it would be Jedi."

"Glad we could please." Anakin replied. "Now what do you know?"

"Not out here, it's not safe," Lenshe insisted. "I'll take you to her crew. I'm harboring them, and if you're here, then maybe it's about time for them to get to work."

The two Jedi nodded as they followed Lenshe down a back alley, deeper into the city.

…

Meanwhile, Dooku returned to his chambers. Once the doors closed, he knelt before a hologram projector, which shimmered to life. It displayed the cloaked figure of a man, the mysterious Sith Lord known as Darth Sidious.

"Lord Tyrannus, what have you to report?"

"Occupation of Dantooine has gone as scheduled. However, we have captured a Republic spy who was intending on destroying our work. She has been detained for now.

"Then what is the purpose of this transmission?"

"This spy is unlike the usual rabble we are used to dealing with. I sense great power within her, a strong connection to the Force."

"A Jedi?"

"Unlikely. She is unruly, temperamental, and a master of deception."

"I see… if properly manipulated… she could be a great asset for us."

"My thoughts exactly, Master."

"Do you truly believe you're up to the task?"

"Yes, Master. I believe it will not take much. She will become one of us, or be destroyed."

"See that it is so."

Sidious then ended his transmission, leaving Dooku alone with his mission.

…

Back at the Docking Bay, Lenshe led the two Jedi through a series of warehouses, keeping to the shadows the entire time.

"Keep quiet and be careful," Lenshe warned. "This is clanker territory right now, and you do not want them to find us."

"I thought Dantooine was a neutral system," Obi Wan recalled. "How did the Separatists take control so quickly?"

"We're so remote that the Republic doesn't really care," Lenshe explained. "More than that, most of the people here are refugees or people like me. You honestly think anyone give a tan-tan's ass about us? The Separatists leave us alone, so long as we leave them alone. Not ideal, but it's better than being dead."

"I hope for her sake, your friend doesn't feel the same way." Anakin replied.

"Oh no, Rava ain't like that. She's as stubborn as a Blurrg and as feisty as a Gundark. No way the Sepies or Clankers are getting her to back down."

"Glad to hear," Obi Wan replied. "So, how much further until we find her 'crew'?"

"Not far," Lenshe pointed to a warehouse covered in anti-war graffiti and torn banners of the Separatists. "They're in there."

The three went inside, seeing a crew of shabbily dressed men with various head coverings concealing their faces. There were about twelve of them in total, each of them heavily armed. One of the men, who was wielding a large blaster rifle, turned on a dime and aimed it at the Jedi. He had what looked like a belt of battle droid fingers hanging around his neck, and pieces of destroyer droids for shoulder plates.

"Who are you?" He demanded. "How did you find us?"

"Easy, Scrapper," Lenshe insisted. "They're with me. And they're looking for Rava."

Scrapper instantly lowered the gun as the rest of the crew got up, whispering amongst themselves.

"So, the old man finally sent for help," Scrapper remarked. "Was wondering when you'd show."

"You've been expecting us?" Obi Wan wondered.

"Aye," Another crewmember, this one wearing a patchwork cloak over his nose and mouth, answered with a nod. "We got her distress beacon 37 hours ago. We sent out an S.O.S. to Plo Koon for assistance and have been waiting in the wings ever since."

"How do you know Master Plo Koon?" Anakin asked.

"We don't have time for all these questions!" a third crew member suddenly shouted. "She's in danger!"

"Easy there, Trigger," Scrapper warned. "Excuse him. He's always been a loose cannon, even for us."

"We'll take your word for it," Obi Wan chimed in. "but he is right, time is not on our side right. We have a mission to accomplish."

"Right," Lenshe nodded. "I'll leave you all to your plotting. Oh, and let Rava know that this makes us even for the Ryloth incident."

"Will do, Lenshe," Scrapper nodded before turning to the Jedi. "We need to move. Now."

"Lead the way." Obi Wan told him.

…

The crew led Anakin and Obi Wan through the forests until they reached the clearing for the factory.

"Impressive," Anakin admitted. "Dooku always knew how to upscale."

"We should be fine," Obi Wan reassured. "Assuming you can hold onto your lightsaber this time."

Anakin let out a groan. "It was one time. Are you ever going to let me live that down?"

"If I do, I'll let you know. For now, we need to focus on getting inside."

"A place this size has to have some sort of underground system," one of the crewmembers remarked, scanning the building. "There's probably a hatch that will open up to the lower levels near the base of the building."

"Nah, not this place," the crew member with the patchwork cloak replied. "They'd stick to a main entrance, and then another entrance for droids. The droid entrance is what we want."

"Good thinking, Patch," Scrapper commended.

"So where is it?" Anakin asked.

"See those Droid ships docked on the eastern side of the building?" Patch asked, pointing to the aforementioned ships. "To minimize the work and time needed, the entrance has to be somewhere on that side of the building."

"So we wait for the latest patrol to leave, and we sneak in through the entrance, rescue our spy, and blow this place." Anakin surmised.

"Exactly," Scrapper nodded. "Hey Boomer, you got the charges?"

A crewmember with a black cloak and a line of various explosive on his belt held up a large white backpack. It had painted on stars across, as well as what appeared to be a card with a single spade in the center.

"Got 'em."

…

After some waiting, a droid patrol finally emerged from the entrance, making its way towards the droid ships.

"So, where do you think they're going to ship us off to?" One droid asked.

"Not sure," another droid replied. "Maybe we'll be launching an attack on a few Republic systems."

"I just hope there's no Jedi," a third droid chimed in. "I heard they cut droids like us to scrap metal without even blinking."

"That's not an easy code to process," the first droid commented.

As they talked and marched along, the two Jedi and the twelve crew members snuck along the wall and through the large doors. They immediately took shelter behind massive crates filled with weapons and spare parts.

"Step one complete," Anakin whispered. "Now to find Rava."

"If we get to the control center of this factory, we should be able to find records of where they're holding her," Scrapper mentioned.

"Yeah, just one problem with that," Boomer spoke up, gesturing to the massive factory set up between them and the control center. "There's no way we're getting through that unnoticed."

"Who said anything about getting through unnoticed?" Anakin remarked, pulling out his Lightsaber.

Much to the Jedi's surprise, the crew all seemed to chuckle and grin under their masks.

"You're our type of Jedi," Trigger declared, hefting his gun onto his shoulder.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," Obi Wan replied, pulling out his own Lightsaber.

…

Back in Rava's cell, she had recovered from Dooku's attempts to get her to talk and was taking stock of her situation. Her eyes fell on her tool belt and headdress, both of which were set off to the side. Before she could do much more than that, the door opened again and Dooku entered. Rava's face became an emotionless mask.

"Back for more already?" she quipped. "I guess you're even more stubborn than I am."

"We need not be adversaries," Dooku insisted.

"Oh, so does that mean you're letting me go? How sweet."

"You have quite the skill set for one so young. I sense a strong connection to the Force within you."

"You do?" Rava sounded surprised. "I mean… I've always felt something but.. Well, look at me. I'm no Jedi."

"Why be a simple Jedi when you can be so much more?"

Rava perked, confused, yet intrigued. Dooku smirked, sensing that he was getting through to her.

"Let me train you in the ways of the Dark Side. With your skills and my guidance, we could end this futile war, and establish a new order in the galaxy."

"I… I do want to end this war." She looked to the side, a tired resigned tone to her voice. "If I take your offer, can we really put a stop to it all?"

"I am certain of it."

Rava looked up, meeting his eye.

"Let me down," she requested.

"We have an understanding then?"

"Let me down, Lord Tyrannus."

At the use of his title, Count Dooku complied. The suspension beams cut out and Rava dropped to the ground. She remained on her knees, divesting herself of the bands on her wrists and ankles.

"Welcome to the ranks of the Sith… my new apprentice."

"Thank you, Lord Tyrannus," Rava began in a reverent tone before looking up with a massive grin on her face, "for falling for such an obvious ploy!"

Before Dooku could properly register what was going on, Rava kicked him in the stomach, back flipping to her feet before roundhouse kicking him a second time. She then grabbed her tool belt and bolted out of the cell. The two B-2 droids tried to stop her, but she easily outpaced them. Inside the cell, Dooku picked himself up, scowling angrily.

"This is Count Dooku," he announced over his comms. "We have an escaped prisoner on the premises. Eliminate with extreme prejudice."

…

Back in the factory, an alarm began going off as Dooku's announcement played overhead.

"Sounds like your spy is on the move," Anakin deduced.

"Of course she is," Scrapper declared. "We better make sure we're easy to find."

The crew then fanned out across the complex with a loud war cry, shooting everything in sight and doing everything in their power to destroy the factory. Anakin and Obi Wan activated their Lightsabers and started tearing into waves of Battle Droids. The droids kept coming, rolling off the assembly line and immediately joining the battle. There were B-1s, B-2s, and even some destroyers. Anakin quickly dashed towards one of the destroyers and sliced through it before it could raise its shields.

"Finally, some action!" He cheered.

Obi Wan just rolled his eyes as he returned to the fighting, slicing the arm off a B-2 before kicking it aside.

"Perhaps we should leave the carnage to the pirates and focus on finding our spy," he suggested.

"Agreed." Anakin concurred.

The two Jedi then went off, using the droids as jumping points to get across the factory. Scrapper watched them go, a grin forming under his mask.

"They're off boys! Let's keep these clankers' attention on us!"

"Yes sir!" the crewmembers all yelled.

…

Rava made it to the bridge leading out of the prison tower. It was beginning to retract as a safety measure, but Rava quickly jumped out and grabbed it. She was mostly dangling off of it, but her hold was strong enough that she was able to ride it to the other side. Once it was about to dock, she flipped upward, landing on the platform before heading inside. As she entered, several B-1s attempted to intercept her, aiming their blasters at her.

"Halt, prisoner," one demanded.

Rava skidded to a stop.

"Put your hands behind your head," another ordered.

Rava slowly did as she was told, stealthily sliding two black, mechanical tubes off her toolbelt as she did. Once she had her hands behind her head, she screwed them together until she heard a subtle click. Then, just as the droids got close enough to apprehend her, she brought her hands down, revealing a blue lightsaber in her hand.

"A Jedi!" A droid shrieked.

"Blast her!" the second droid ordered.

They quickly opened fire on her, prompting Rava to deflect the blasts with her saber. Moving with the speed and grace only a Jedi could pull off, she deftly dodged the laser fire and destroyed several droids in her way. As one droid tried shooting her from behind, a lightsaber blade stabbed through its chest, causing it to drop to the ground as Rava turned around, seeing Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker standing there. Upon seeing the lightsaber in her hand, both were surprised.

"Our spy… is a Jedi?" Anakin questioned.

"Pick your jaw up off the ground, we've got work to do," Rava informed him. "Thanks for the assist by the way."

"It was our pleasure," Obi Wan replied. "Now, I assume you have a plan?"

"Depends, my Wild Cards here?" Rava asked.

"Yes," Obi Wan confirmed. "I assume they're your battalion."

"Yep, the 52nd Battalion, AKA the Wild Cards."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, those pirates were soldiers?" Anakin questioned.

"More than that, they're clones," Obi Wan added.

"How could you tell?" Anakin wondered.

"Same height, same build, same voice, it wasn't hard to figure out, even with their rather… unique outfits."

"Unique is the word," Rava remarked. "I do things a bit differently than most, and that's how I've stayed alive."

"Then I'd imagine you and Anakin will have a lot to talk about." Obi Wan jeered.

"Hold on, you're Anakin?" Rava laughed slightly. "Wow. I thought someone with your reputation would be older.

"Trust me, I still live up to it." Anakin reassured.

Finally, the last of the droids fell and Rava wiped her brow.

"Well, that's the last of these scrap heaps." she sheathed her saber, sticking it on her belt. "The Wild Cards will need our help sabotaging the control center and blowing the reactor."

"They're down this way," Obi Wan directed as they went off.

…

Back with the Wild Cards, they had managed to destroy a good portion of the factory, but the droids were still coming in faster than they could smash them. Trigger was manning a massive machine gun as Patch did his best to help a wounded trooper.

"You'll be alright, Scowl," Patch assured the trooper.

"Yeah, yeah, save the sugar, I know I'll be alright."

Scrapper meanwhile was gunning down various droids in rapid succession. Once the last droid fell to the ground, he looked up at the control booth as he pulled down his mask, revealing a clone's face with the tattoo of a star under his right eye.

"Grapple cables!" He ordered. "Boomer, let's go!"

"Right behind ya!"

The clones made their way towards the control booth, firing off several cables for them to climb on. They then began scaling the wall until they got to the top and reached the control booth. Once inside, Trigger readied his machine gun and began firing. He screamed along with the continuous concussive blasts, watching as the machinery was utterly decimated.

"I'd say you got it," Scrapper noted.

Trigger stopped firing, hefting the gun onto his shoulder.

"Right, now the fun part."

"Reactor room isn't far," Patch insisted. "Odds are, the Jedi and Rava are headed there as we speak."

…

Meanwhile, Rava, Obi Wan, and Anakin managed to reach the Reactor room, . They opened the doors, stopping short when they saw Count Dooku standing there, lightsaber at the ready.

"Dooku…" Anakin snarled.

"This time, we'll take him together," Obi Wan advised.

"I was about to say that," Anakin replied.

"You move fast for an old man," Rava jeered. "Surprised you managed to outpace us."

"I assumed you'd come here," Dooku replied. "It seemed like a logical move for spies and saboteurs. Though the arrival of Master Kenobi and young Anakin Skywalker was unexpected. Tell me boy, how is your arm healing?"

"Why don't I show you?" Anakin challenged, aiming his lightsaber at him.

Obi Wan drew his lightsaber, then Rava drew hers. Dooku's eyes narrowed at the sight of it.

"So, not only a spy, but a Jedi as well."

"Bingo. Sorry to burst your bubble, Count."

Dooku just charged forward as Anakin and Obi Wan clashed blades with him. He shoved them off and continued clashing blades with them, effortlessly swapping between the two Jedi as Rava charged in. He quickly blocked her strike before ducking under Anakin's and kicking her aside. He turned towards Anakin and swung his blade at him intensely, the Jedi barely keeping up. Obi Wan approached from behind and took a swing, though Dooku was able to block that blow as well. He forced pushed Anakin away before turning to Obi Wan as Rava joined him again. The two pressed their attack on Dooku forcing him to back away with every strike.

While the Jedi and Sith duked it out, the Wild Cards made their way into the reactor room, seeing the four way fight going on. Scrapper immediately signaled for silence, then sent Boomer and another clone to plant the charges. They set charges all across the reactor, priming them. They then filed out, giving Rava a small signal. She saw it and grinned.

"Sorry to cut this short, but it's time for us to get out of here."

She then force pushed Dooku into a wall, prompting her and her fellow Jedi to make a hasty retreat. The Wild Cards followed suit, beating feet out of the building. Dooku rose to his feet, quickly taking note of the charges. Realizing what was about to happen, he bolted.

Once the Wild Cards were far enough away, Boomer hit the trigger, causing them to go off. The entire factory exploded in a massive ball of fire, decimating the complex and even causing a chain reaction that wiped out the Droid ships. The Wild Cards all cheered, exchanging high fives and noogies. Rava even got pulled into it, giving as good as she got.

"Not bad," Anakin commended.

"Thanks, for both the compliment and the back-up." Rava dislodged herself from Patch's grip to stand up straight. "I would have gotten out eventually, but having someone watching my back is always a plus."

"That reminds me, we should probably check in with Master Plo Koon," Obi Wan insisted.

"Master Plo!" Rava exclaimed. "Bantha droppings, he must be worried sick! C'mon Wild Cards, back to the Stacked Deck!"

"Stacked Deck?" Anakin asked.

…

The Stacked Deck turned out to be a Troop shuttle that was covered in markings from various pirate groups and smuggling rings. It was carefully hidden in the woods, not too far from where Anakin and Obi Wan had stashed their own ship.

"Come onboard," Rava insisted. "We can use our communication array to contact Coruscant."

"Sounds good," Obi Wan replied as Rava went to a control panel.

She pressed a few buttons, bringing up a transmission with Jedi Master Plo Koon. The Kel Dor Master looked quite relieved upon seeing Rava and the Wild Cards.

"Ravakai, it is good to see you are alright."

"Thank you, Master Plo," she nodded. "We managed to destroy the Dantooine droid factory, and I managed to uncover plans for a new series of droids."

She reached into her belt, pulling out a data chip and sliding it into the console. It displayed blueprints for a new kind of battle droid, which caused concern for the Jedi.

"They're called Magnaguards. Extremely fast, agile, and with enough engrained training they could give even a Jedi Master a run for their money. They make even the droid commandos look like B-1s. According to financial records, several dozen were shipped out from this facility, most of them to General Grievous, but more than a few ended up in the hands of Separatist leaders. If I had to wager a guess, I'd say they're being employed as extra protection for the head honchos."

"Then it's a good thing you destroyed the factory when you did, before more of these droids could be produced."

"Yeah," Anakin agreed. "I'd hate to see these things on the battlefield."

"Even so, I'm almost certain we will have to engage these droids in the future, as well as more than a few other surprises before this war finally ends," Obi Wan remarked.

Everyone nodded along in agreement, knowing that Obi Wan was right.