Coruscant

General Kenobi ran towards the Temple, knowing that if he'd taken it any slower, it would've been harder to proceed and actually bear the sight of the slaughter.

Debris and dust, with dying fires all around, welcomed him. Once live, active brothers and sisters in the Force were now piled in inhumane lumps of flesh and fabric. How could any living creature deserve such a treatment?

It was especially hard to find the slain younglings, and the burning holes glistening through their little, innocent bodies with systematic precision. How could such brutality belong with them? Obi-Wan had grown to be a realistic person, he knew about the pain and harshness of life, but still, the man in him was repulsed by such a deliberately vile act against the children. For a moment, he wondered what kind of beastly darkness one had to be lost in, in order to commit these atrocities...he was sure he'd never met one such abomination in person.

Still, all around lingered a familiar aura.

A terrible sense of foreboding pervaded him, but he would've never admitted that to himself openly.

Not until Yoda showed him the security footage.

Then Obi-Wan's already damaged heart broke, never to be restored again.

Yoda wanted him to confront him. He wanted him to confront the slayer. The Sith. The former child whom he'd so clearly failed.

First, the deadly betrayal. Now, this.

Despite his sense of duty, Obi-Wan was sure he wouldn't be able to carry out such a dreary task, not even with Yoda instructing him to.

He needed to see clearly through this fog. That's why he decided to go look for Padmé.

Serenno

With the droids' help, after much trying, Satine found her way out of the "prison block" and into Dooku's stronghold. She was set on 1) discovering all she could about Dooku's last whereabouts and 2) finding a transport.

She was making one of the droids - F-39, a repurposed medical droid with astromech features - carry a backpack full of clothes and medical supplies for her. Her belly was heavy and she felt huge, but knew the more she waited, the thinner the chances of finding Obi-Wan alive.

After all, she'd reasoned, if the high-security prison door had sprang open, there ought to be a reason. Knowing that Dooku had an unmanageably powerful "partner in affairs" who was likely also at the root of his disappearance, chances were that this reason could not have been all too rosy.

The day had just begun. But she was in a rush, for some reason she had a gut feeling she couldn't waste any more time. The following hours were spent feverishly going through hundreds and hundreds of files on Dooku's devices, grappling with secret codes and droids. Satine saved everything she managed to put her hands on on a comm-link, increasingly frustrated at not being able to extract any sound, concrete information she could use right there and then. War reports, weaponry receipts, letters...names that didn't ring any bell to her...haphazard stuff. And then...she found something unexpected under Dooku's desk.

A tracker. It was beeping, a little red lable intermittently pulsating on the little monitor. It read "backup plan". It was in hyperspace, moving towards Coruscant. Satine held her breath, quickly scrolling through the tracker's history. Plenty of Clone Wars battle sites. A lot of open space. Jedi Temple, Jedi Temple...Sundari, Mandalore, on the day of the attack. Satine had no doubts now. It was Obi-Wan.

Dooku had been tracking him! Without wasting time, Satine loaded her stuff on the first functioning spaceship she found in the stronghold's hangar. Not before having de-wiretapped and offlined F-39, though. Droids had been strangely docile and obedient around her, as of late. She suspected it had something to do with her carrying a Force-sensitive baby. Perhaps the little one was transferring some abilities to her.

She was heading to Coruscant. There was no looking back.