Author's note: So, I was looking through my reviews and saw an interesting one that I wanted to comment about. Ich kann Deutsch sprechen und lesen :) Ihr braucht nicht eure Kommentare auf Englisch schreiben.

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He had a team, and that was all that mattered. It was a small team too, but he didn't really trust anyone else with something so important to the 501st. Rex sighed as he stared at the trio who'd offered to accompany him, relieved that his most trusted men were among those in search of Commander Tano. He liked his Torrent Company for a reason.

They'd rallied at a small diner on a lower level of Coruscant, each in this civilian clothes and ready for whatever they needed to undertake. All he'd told them was that he needed their assistance, and they'd offered it quickly. Especially Fives. After all, he'd been on board the shuttle when General Skywalker had taken ill, and likely knew what this was about.

So as a Basilisk brought them something edible, he gathered his words to carefully explain what was about to unfold. Though, he was quickly cut off by Abbo before a world could be said, "How's our general?" And to that, he had no answer, so he turned to his plate.

"Alive." Was what he told them, "That's all they offered me." The other men frowned in disapproval.

"I don't get it." Tup admitted, crossing his arms, "The Jedi can be so secretive sometimes... But it's quite painful for us."

Letting out a sigh, Fives informed him, "They have their own policies. We have to respect it." He then turned back to Rex, "And what of Commander Tano?" Rex frowned and shook his head.

"She's disappeared." He replied, picking at his food, "No one knows where she went, but she is gone." Glancing up, he saw that all the men were clearly forming their own plans on what to do. "Without the general, I feel it's our responsibility to find her. To make sure she's all right."

"It should be our first course of action." Tup told him, slamming his fist on the table, "But where do we start?"

Abbo threw his arms behind his head, thinking, "When the Jedi want to hide, it isn't exactly easy to find them." He pointed out, "Especially since we can't access her room in the temple to find clues."

"Yeah." Rex agreed, "We'd look so good doing that." The men all took a swig of their Wooskie, hissing as it went down the hatch. "But we need to start somewhere. Anywhere will do at this point."

"Then..." came a voice from the table beside them, where they found a woman with light brown hair and a smirk on her face, "Perhaps we can combine our efforts." Turning to face the woman, all four men felt their jaws fall flat.

"General Wezz." Rex stood and saluted her, his men following suit, "We didn't see you there." She grinned and nodded.

"I really didn't want to be seen." She admitted pulling her chair over to join the men at the table, "But, in overhearing your conversation, it made sense to intrude and make myself known." She then watched them, how their eyes fell on their food as though guilty of something deplorable. Such noble warriors, she complemented them internally. "It seems our missions intertwine."

"Your mission?" Fives inquired, leaning forward. The others did the same.

Wezz nodded, "I'm investigating General Skywalker's past at the request of the council. He seems to have some strange family members turning up, and it is my hope to have information enough to make sense of it all. Even this son he was rambling on about." The four of them paled at the thought. They knew what his having a son would mean. "I don't want to put your loyalties on the line... but with him incapacitated, wouldn't you want his boy cared for, provided he exists." They all then looked up at her.

"And what of Commander Tano?" Rex inquired sternly, "What are you doing in regards to her disappearance?"

To that, Wezz raised a brow, "Why Captain Rex?" she pointed out, resting her chin on her folded hands, "You seem to be more concerned for her than your own General." He frowned at the accusation in her eyes.

"You would be too if you worked with her." he replied, staring her down, "She's still very young, prone to making a lot of mistakes on her own. We just want to get her back to us alive." Wezz smirked in hearing that, standing up and setting down a few credits.

"It's nice to know that even our Padawans are so well cared for by you and your brothers." She told them, "But if you want some leads and an official pass to wherever it is you need to go, meet me at the Temple in two standard hours." And she waved to them, meandering her way out the door. They watched her go, noticing that a female Mirialan and a male Togruta stood up as well. The Togruta, however, turned their way a moment and sneered, his sharp teeth standing out against his lips.

And, he mouthed something, something that only Rex seemed to fathom. Murderer. It was almost as though he'd heard that in his heart.

But those thoughts were pushed aside as new ones began brewing. Instantly, the four men leaned in, "Should we trust her?" Fives wondered, turning to Rex wearily, "I mean... She seemed almost threatening."

"I've never liked that Jedi." Abbo told them, "She's one of the ones who only see us for our ages chronologically. I mean, did you see the way she looked at you Rex?" he glanced his way, irritated, "It was like she thought you had some school yard crush on Commander Tano." Rex frowned and nodded.

"Yeah," he told the men, "That's how I interpreted her glare too... What a strange woman." Rex then glanced over by the door, where the two suspicious subjects had exited after the Jedi, "But she's clearly in danger, and... as much as I'd rather be off finding Commander Tano by our own means, we can't ignore one of our higher ups being tailed like that."

And again, the men all frowned, with Tupp adding in, "Yayy! Time to get treated like a fourteen year old." To that they all groaned and finished their drinks.

With a groan and a moan, Obi-Wan Kenobi came to in a strange room lit only by the fire in a nearby hearth and the moon outside of a window. He could hardly see, his eyes blurred from whatever had befallen him, aching as though they'd been through a droid assembly line and put back into his head. The scene around him was impossible to detail, which was coupled by his inability to move his neck.

Every inch of him ached and was quite cold in the desert night, his skin trying to shiver and being stopped by throbbing pains.

"Watto!" he attempted to cry out, trying to find some help and certain the Toydarian was behind whatever hells he'd endured that night. His voice, however, was absent, replaced by a rasp. And, in the pit of his gut, the Force told him Watto was innocent. Leave him alone.

How he had gotten drugged surprised him, as he hadn't detected any danger when he'd entered the facility. In fact, he was under the impression that this entire ordeal was supposed to happen, or, at least, that was how the Force portrayed things in his thoughts.

But that reassurance didn't help him understand his situation. As his mind cleared and the sensation of pain was more controlled, he was able to discern that whomever had abducted him had left him completely unclothed and uncovered. And that thought made him feel more or less outraged and violated. What did they want with me? He wondered, fighting absolute pain as he gasped and exhaled his way to sitting upright.

Carefully, he lifted his arm, bringing it as close to his eyes as possible to see. And what he saw surprised him. Along both sides of his arm, he found a line of even bruising. In fact, he even found a small puncture wound at the center of the bruises. Someone had taken tissue from him. Someone had a purpose for doing this to him beyond revenge. But why?

Gripping the edge of the bed carefully, Obi-Wan swung his feet to the floor, his vision now improving enough through some of his own efforts through the Force to show that each of his toes and all up his legs were bruised the same way. Same with his torso and he even suspected his face to be of similar condition. It perplexed him. He'd never heard of a Jedi being robbed of tissue before.

It's not like they could clone me...Obi-Wan recalled, having spoken with the Kaminoens about it before, So why take all that genetic information?

When he tried to stand up, wanting to get to the chair where his clothes were neatly folded up, he instantly found the floor, tumbling down due to the tremendous pains he felt in his back. It hurt worse than being eaten alive to him, like having fire tear through his body while someone added on gasoline in the midst of a hot day in the sun. He was sure there was bruising all along his spine, and he vowed to figure this whole mess out. The things I do for you Anakin, he grumbled internally, Or rather, because of you.

Placing his hands on the ground as though doing a push up, Obi-Wan exhaled more pain away and began crawling towards his clothes. He hoped to the high heavens that his lightsaber was still there in case he had to fight his way out.

Padme frowned as she approached Ahsoka, finding her chatting away with Jacen and Jaina as though old friends. Despite knowing the violations those two had committed, she seemed very assured of their position in regards to helping. That thought should have made Padme more comfortable, but, truthfully, it feared her with worry and doubt in the Padawan. If she can be so fooled, despite evidence to the contrary, Padme realized, Than how capable is she of protecting me?

Sighing through that thought, Padme allowed herself the relief that it was likely that her life was not actually in danger. She'd suspected the girl had come after her, looking for something purposeful or distracting to keep her away from her master's plight. Something she hadn't been apprised of. And that fact had actually irritated her.

During their voyage, she'd asked about what happened to Anakin and was met with a wall of impenetrable silence. It was a painful wall, but Padme could not do anything for it without revealing her secret relationship with the famed general. And he still had many great things to do.

And it was with that self assurance that Padme was able to gain her poise again. If he still had important things to do, he wasn't dead yet. Not Ani, she realized, he's too stubborn to die.

Jaina had noticed her first, turning to face the woman with a grin. "Senator Amidala!" She smiled wide, stepping forward to bow politely, her 'husband' in tow. Ahsoka had at least been kind enough to assure her that these two were not married, but were siblings in disguise. Though, Padme had to furrow her nose at the idea of siblings pretending to be married. Surely there were better options than that suggestive garbage.

"Good to see you, Senator." Jacen added, bowing as well, "We were just discussing Ahsoka's visions in detail. They are most alarming."

Padme shrugged, not really concerned about them. "Ahsoka is a good Padawan... I feel I've no reason to be afraid while in her presence." She watched as the Togruta sighed and turned her eyes away. Clearly she still lacked some confidence in herself. But, Padme noticed, and assured hand on her shoulder from Jacen seemed to quell her fears. For a minute, she blinked to herself as she glanced at the two, I thought that was Ani.

"Is there something the matter, Senator?" Jacen inquired, his brow raised. She noticed that his hair was different, as though he hand't combed it out. It was longer than the last time she saw it, though, not as long as Anakin's and seemed to be a bit wilder. He actually looked a bit younger with it. And those eyes of his, they were laced with a concern she'd only seen in Anakin. Who is this man! She wanted to know.

And then, a small vision cut in. It did not overtake her entirely, only her ears. All she heard was herself saying "Luke!" as though in tears. Though why she'd be in tears was entirely beyond her. The mental intrusion actually hurt a bit, making her bring a hand to her temple. Luke is a special name, she reminded her convoluted brain, We don't associate that name with intruders and traitors.

"Senator?" Ahsoka asked quickly, her hands raised as though shed meant to do something to fix the situation. Padme waved her off.

"I'm fine." She told them all, "Just tired." It was clear they didn't believe her, based on all three of their expressions, but she didn't care. She was on a mission. And, with new fire, she pushed herself to complete said mission, "I was actually hoping to talk to you, Mrs. Darklighter." She then added, "It is rather pressing... Do you mind strolling the pleasure gardens with me?"

To say the woman seemed surprised was an understatement. She actually seemed delighted.

With a quick nod, Jaina dashed towards Padme, actually grabbing her arm like they were close friends as they made their way out the doors. She chanced a quick glance at Jacen before returning her eyes to Padme, a grin on her face. "I was hoping to talk to you one on one." Jaina assured her, "I'm not the Senator of a system, but I'd like to help you where I can with this summit. Your purpose speaks out to me."

Once outside, they moseyed down the steps and out of the line of vision of the grand, glass doors they'd exited through. Padme turned to her and smiled.

"Funny." She pointed out with a sweet voice, "And here I had something I needed to ask you about. Like... Well, why you felt the need to tresspass on my Varykino and try on a precious family heirloom." Jaina's smile fell from her face, and she stopped short of the Senator. Padme frowned at her, "I believe I deserve an answer." Her voice was harsh, and Jaina almost seemed to jump in hearing it.

"It was a beautiful dress." Was all she offered.

Furious, Padme stepped forward and pointed an accusing finger at her, "The only reason I've not said anything to Bail or Breha is because they are still not fully recovered. But know that I am on to you!" She warned, "Know that one toe out of line and I will make sure you and your husband or brother or whatever the hell he is to you, you s-... I will destroy you." Jaina's eyes were actually almost watered over one moment, then stoney and angry the next. Much like Padme's actually.

She took a deep breath and smiled at Padme menacingly, "You think you have leverage over us?" She inquired and then laughed, "Funny, your husband thought the same thing... But he couldn't keep hold of us and neither will you." She warned, "I will not be threatened. And I will never stomach anyone threatening my brother; he's too good a man for that crap." Padme stepped back, stunned at first, but quickly she found poise, even while watching Jaina turn round and walk away.

"You've nothing on me." She reminded the woman sternly, "No means to condemn me to a cell. I've proof you trespassed on private property and have used fraudulent I.D. Good luck getting away with that!"

Turning around, Jaina shook her head, "Go for it, Mrs. Skywalker." And that was when Padme froze. She had to collect her jaw before she could even breath, and that took some time. And the whole time, Jaina walked easily back into the building. She glanced back at Padme a moment before walking through the door, and in that small space of time, she could have sworn Jaina had a tear rolling down her cheek.

The sand storm had finally calmed late into the night, and Anakin was able to catch a glimpse of the rising suns as he stood and meditated as calmly as he could. It was difficult for him to focus on releasing his tension into the Force, however, as he was most frustrated.

Huk had no relatives with the names Jacen or Jaina.

Though he'd been so certain at one time, now he was no longer sure that the infamous duo were his siblings. No other explanation offered reasoning behind his mother's spirit being so attached to them. And yet, his heart was now trying to explain to him that it was all right that they were so connected to her, even if he wasn't.

So lost in thought was he, that he didn't hear the approaching speeder until it was almost on top of him.

Grinding gears to a sudden halt, a red-headed and bearded man soon left the controls to strut over the sand towards Anakin. "At last, I've found you." a familiar voice decreed weakly, "Though, that storm certainly didn't help."

"Obi-Wan." Anakin gasped, allowing his ocean blue eyes to open and behold his brother in arms, "You... You're here? Why?"

Shrugging a minute and then shaking his head while exuding a sigh of pain, the man admitted, "I was worried about you... This seemed like a pretty heavy journey to undergo without a friend. So here I am." Smiling in surprise, the younger man nodded in gratefulness, "So what have I missed anyway?" He asked while lowering his hood.

And it was then that Anakin finally saw the condition his friend was in. His whole face was bruised and lined with red dots that could have only been the pricks of deep tissue needles along his face. Closer inspection showed that several other needles had been used to. "What have you missed?" Anakin asked incredulously, "What the hell have I missed? It looks like you fell onto a conveyor belt into hell and back!" Obi-Wan shrugged and glanced away.

"I'd rather not talk about it." He admitted sadly, "It's very embarrassing... All you need to know is to be careful in establishments in Mos Espa."

Scoffing, Anakin retorted with, "No kidding." They stood silently for a while, Anakin still assessing his friend's trauma from a distance, even closing in on him in concern. He looked terrible. Several parts of his face were swollen, and his eyes were red in multiple places. His pupils were dilating in and out, and seeing that made Anakin wonder exactly how Obi-Wan had driven out that far.

But it was clear that Obi-Wan didn't want to share, and Anakin didn't want to be a hypocrite and pry.

Stepping towards Obi-Wan, Anakin nodded his head towards a row of tombstones, "I have a father buried over there."

Furrowing a brow, "A father?" Obi-Wan then stroked his beard in thought, "I recall my master insisting you didn't have one, and Watto in town seemed to believe so too. Are you sure?" A familiar glint of pain soon appeared in Anakin's eyes, showing that he was fatigued of that particular question, "Never mind... Forget I asked."

Sighing, Anakin stepped forward and passed Obi-Wan the hologimage of his mother. "The man next to her was also named Anakin... He died on this lot, killed by my own grandfather." Obi-Wan's eyes widened at first before he took the image to analyze it. Anakin watched as he scanned the image with his eyes, sometimes glancing up to compare details.

"Well," he finally decided, passing the image back, "There is certainly a resemblance between you two, but we also saw that with Darklighter..." then, Obi-Wan added thoughtfully, "What progress have you made on that front?"

Shrugging as he walked towards the small cemetery, Anakin sighed, "I've gone backwards... There is no feasible evidence to even suggest they are my brother and sister." He then turned back to Obi-Wan, "My mother never mentioned other children to Cliegg and, frankly, I'd have thought she would have." Sitting back on his speeder, Obi-Wan thought a moment.

And then a thought struck him, "Tell me, Anakin..." He inquired carefully, "How often do you talk about painful experiences to others?" That halted Anakin mid-pace. He turned to Obi-Wan thoughtfully, "Loosing a child is devastating... imagine losing two. Perhaps your mother hadn't the strength to discuss them."

"But what about their names, Obi-Wan?"

Standing once more to comfort his outraged brother, "They admitted from the get-go that their names were fake. Whatever clues you've turned up here likely have little to do with them. We have to backtrack now, find your old friend Gardula, and so on. That is the only way we will solve this mystery." He placed a comforting hand on Anakin's shoulder, pouring his good intentions into the Force. It took some time for Anakin to face him without moisture building in his eyes. "And we will."

Smiling slightly, Anakin replied with "Thanks Obi-Wan."

And, with a slight grin, forced through extreme pain, Obi-Wan nodded, "But first, we should compare notes. I got a lot of great information from that Toydarian you love so much... He sends you his complements, by the way."

Chuckling, though his eyes shown clear worry at the state of Obi-Wan's hands, Anakin replied, "Does he now?" As Obi-Wan made to board his swoop bike, he stopped and turned towards Anakin curiously.

"Watto did mention that your mother had a valuable book stored here." He told the young man, "One that would have belonged to the Jedi at some point." He then paused and forced his hands over his head to lift his hood, "You didn't happen to find it, did you?"

Confused, Anakin reached into his robe's oversized pocket, finding the book tucked there amongst some spare tools. Knowing he had it, and that it was his mother's, Anakin frowned and shook his head. Trying to be as perplexed looking as possible on the outside. "I'm afraid not, master."

Exhaling as he set his swollen hands down on the controls, all Obi-Wan offered was, "Pity."

Grievous's attack on Varykino had come as a surprise to the Jedi, so it only seemed natural for Mace to send his current investigator that direction. After her current gathered intel led the now so-called council of four directly into circles of questions, it was logical to inform Wezz of her new duties.

The council of four had been formed shortly after Obi-Wan had left, with Mace heading the forefront of its creation. Of them sat two Jedi Masters who strongly believed that it was necessary to expel Skywalker, and two who believed it was a crime to even suggest it. Among the ranks were Masters Kit Fisto, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Luminara Unduli, with the latter in support of Skywalker, thanks to their experience in the field with him. Wezz had been informed of the necessity that she remain neutral during the investigation, and all the masters heard her reports at the same time.

So far, she'd managed to uncover that Skywalker rarely stayed whole rotations in his quarters, and that he roamed the city at odd hours collecting spare parts for his projects. None of these conclusions added up to much, but they posed one large question: where did he go?

With the trail cold, Wezz landed on Naboo with the best intentions at heart; she would either save Skywalker from trouble, or send him down a more correct path.

Getting to Varykino had taken some time, but the very sight of the palace had been worth the tiresome trip. It was a lovely estate, grand and befitting a senator. Her gondola driver had been kind, but quiet most of the trip, clearly wary after the trouble that had befallen him last time Jedi came round. He actually seemed to release a deep sigh when she disembarked onto the estate, her clones in tow.

It was still in disarray, with the kitchen being pieced together by a small crew.

"You must be Knight Wezz." A gentle voice questioned her from behind. Startled, the woman turned round to find a small, lovely looking woman that resembled Amidala greatly, "I'm Jobal Naberrie, owner of this estate. I was informed by the council that you would be coming around today."

Bowing slightly, Wezz replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Naberrie. The Jedi council is grateful for your cooperation."

The woman smiled wider, and made a small curtsey, "I just want to be sure that my daughter is safe." She then gestured over towards the kitchen, which looked as though a demolition crew had been through it, "The police droids have found some very questionable things in our home, and it makes me more calm knowing a Jedi is on the case... even if it isn't Knight Skywalker."

Frowning, Wezz inquired, "That's right... I forget that Senator Amidala usually requests Skywalker and Kenobi to assist her."

Jobal nodded, a slight smile on her face, "They all have been friends for some time now." She then gestured that they go inside, "Ever since the blockade."

Wezz followed gladly, entering in the kitchen to see just how much had been destroyed as the clones who'd agreed to help her meandered in different directions. Only Captain Rex remained at her side.

In the center of the room was a separatist droid of a new design, but its functions were apparent; stealth monitoring. Someone clearly wanted to learn something about Amidala. The only question was "why."

Walking further into the kitchen, something crunched under Wezz's foot. She looked down beneath her brown boots to spot a small, pin-like structure. A pin-camera? She wondered, picking the small, smashed device up. Almost instantly, she sensed Skywalker's presence, or, well, someone whose presence was like Skywalker's. Darklighter?

Jobal had stopped to stare at the small device along with her Jedi companion, and seemed to become one with the scenery as Wezz waved down a police droid. "Have you found any more of these?" she inquired.

It took the device and swiveled its head, it's lighted eyes simulating blinking. "No ma'am." It beeped.

Frustrated, Wezz demanded, "While look again. Search the whole estate for these pin-cameras and then piece what data you can from them together."

"Right away ma'am." Its mechanical voice rumbled back. Swiftly, it turned to it's comrades and started dictating instructions in binary. Soon four of the seven droids broke off, zipping through the kitchen into various rooms. Wezz quickly turned to Mrs. Naberrie with a small smile, Rex having taken the pin camera to inspect it more closely. "I assure you, Mrs. Naberrie, whatever intrusions occurred here, they will soon be properly brought to justice."

Jobal merely smiled slightly, her eyes reflecting worry once more as she glanced down at the pin-camera in Rex's open hand. She wondered how right she was allowing the Darklighters to leave her home. I should have reported them, she soon realized, I don't know why I didn't, but I should have.

She turned her eyes out to the lake, where she caught a distant boat fishing with two people inside of it. Bitterly, she hoped they weren't the HoloTabloids. What interested her was how the clone capatain also seemed to be keeping a close watch on them, glancing over his shoulder every couple of minutes.

"Should we clear the area?" Jobal wondered, gesturing out their way.

Wezz merely smirked, "They've been tailing me for days now. I don't believe they are all that interested in your daughter." The captain nodded beside her, his eyes still trained on the duo.

"They look familiar." He admitted, "But from this distance, I can't place them exactly. Couldn't on Coruscant either."

Sighing, Jobal checked, "But the aren't after Padme?" She was relieved to see both warriors shake their heads.

Author's Note: Happy New Year! I wanted to get this out on the first, since I can't post this weekend, but now is close enough. Who new 2014 would speed by so fast! Either way, it's been a great year and I want to thank all of you for your support. I never expected to get over 100 reviews in 6 months for this story, or to pass up 150,000 words. Frankly, your enthusiasm has kept me very enthusiastic.

Also, thank you for those of you who decided to check out Legacy for me. Your reviews helped me a lot in keeping confidence in that story. I actually just updated it yesterday with over 9,000 words, if you're interested in finding out what happens next ;-)

I loved Leia being threatened by Padme... I've always thought Leia was the tougher of the two and it was nice to see that pop up into the story. Still, the one I pity most is poor Obi-Wan. I'd been planning this happening to him since a while back, and I still feel bad for him. But, hey, it is part of the plot and it actually is important later on in the story, so he gets tortured. At least it mellowed him out for dealing with Anakin.

Anyways, please don't forget to review on either of my stories! I practically check every hour for them, I get so excited! Und, noch mal, kann ich Deutsch lesen. Es freut mich, Meinungen aus deutschsprachigen Laendern zu finden. Dann kann ich meine Lieblingsfremdsprache ueben :-)

Till next time!