Hello all! We are roughly halfway through this fic, maybe a little past that. Here, we get to see Obi-wan a few hours before the battle, and then afterwards.


The hangar bay officer waved in the Verocian shipment ship, his yellow signal lights glowing softly. Through the viewport of the Verocian transport ship, he could see the thin, older man grip the handles of the controls tightly as he struggled to properly land the spacecraft.

The man stepped off of the ship, eyes wide with nervousness. But it wasn't about the massive size of the Republic star destroyer, he seemed…almost scared about something.

The hangar bay worker waved it off as the impending Separatist attack, and turned toward the pilot. "Here," he handed him a datapad, raising his own. "We're going to need your help unpacking these and—"

"No, these crates have to go right into storage," the pale pilot interrupted him. "I have orders, and we can't unpack them here."

The clone looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Well, with due respect, sir, I have orders to get these crates of used supplies unpacked before the Seppies have a chance to attack. So, if you could just—"

"I-I'm sorry, but I can't allow that. These boxes have to go straight to storage," he said, his voice shaking. His large eyes darted nervously to the clones unpacking the large crates from the ship.

The clone narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing the fear that radiated off of the pilot.

"Is there a problem?" A voice behind them asked. The clone straightened without even having to see who it was first.

"General Kenobi," the clone said. "This man claims to have orders to pack away the crates, when it would be better to empty them out and—"

"Have the crates put into storage," Obi-wan said, stroking his beard. "We can't be caught in the hangar bay unpacking boxes when the Separatists attack us. And do it quickly." Obi-wan was more than a little on edge, with the impending attack on their fleet as well as their proximity to the planet of Verocia.

They needed as much space as possible on the star destroyer's hangar bay for incoming and outgoing larties and Jedi starfighters. There was no point in risking an on-board accident while there was an almost system-wide invasion happening.

Obi-wan turned back to his starfighter, arm raising up to his mouth so he could speak into the commlink. "Cody, are you there?"

There was a slight crackle, and then the clone commander's voice answered. "Here General."

"Have the men get into position for battle. I am going to send a message to the Council for reinforcements," Obi-wan said, examining the state of the hangar bay. Crates still lay everywhere, and others were still expected to be brought up from the planet. He sighed. "And makes sure the crates in the bay get cleaned up. Quickly."

"Yes, General," Cody answered, ending the transmission.

Obi-wan's gaze shifted to the crates still dotting the hangar bay. Something seemed…off, about them.

"Master!" Anakin's voice came over Obi-wan's wrist comm., sounding very frantic. "Master! Where are you?"

"Anakin, I'm here, just calm down," Obi-wan said, putting the commlink to his mouth again.

"Master, we need reinforcements! They've got weapons we've never even seen before and—"

"Anakin, hold on, who's 'they'?" Obi-wan interrupted, dreading the answer before he even heard it.

"The Lizards, Master," Anakin said, his voice almost completely devoid of emotion—but underneath it, Obi-wan could hear the undercurrent of fear.

"Anakin, hang on, we're calling for reinforcements, just—"

"Master there is no way we'll still be here by the time reinforcements arrive!" Anakin said, yelling over the blast noises in the background. "Obi-wan I—"

The commlink cut off.
"Anakin? Anakin!"

"General Kenobi," Cody's voice came over his wrist comm. "There Separatists have started advancing toward our fleet, and they've cut off communications to the planet." The signal got stronger as Cody moved closer.

"Have our men get ready then," Obi-wan said, moving quickly towards his Jedi starfighter. "And see if we can get reinforcements for Anakin and his men."

"Yes sir."

Obi-wan close the hatch to his star fighter, not liking the feeling he was getting the through the Force.

The crates still littered the hangar bay.

Oh-six walked through the large halls of the Republic star destroyer, scanning each of the doors he walked by for the store room he was looking for. He whistled a little tune to himself that had been floating around the company, finally stopping at the door to a storage closet.

The deserted hall echoed the noise of the door whispering open as he stepped inside, flicking on the lights.

"What the—" Oh-six looked to the large crates that lined the walls and parts of the floor. "These aren't supposed to be in here, kriffing shinies…" Maybe it wasn't very fair that he called them shinies—he hadn't been on the ship much longer than the new boys—but some mistakes just weren't excusable.

Like why there were trash storage crates in the weapons and ammo storage room.

Oh-six walked up to one of the nearest crates, placing a hand on top and contacting maintenance to get the garbage moved before the ship was attacked.

"Are you sure that's what's in there?" the clone on the other side asked, his disbelieving tone bluntly obvious.

"Yes, I'm sure," Oh-six answered concisely. He lifted the lid just to make sure…

And a clawed hand instantly shot out from the dark space, grasping his neck in a vice like grip.

Oh-six's air supply was quickly shut off, dark spots swimming in his eyes. His life-readings on his HUD warned him off loss of integrity to the suit, red lights flashing and warning noises going off in his helmet.

"Oh-six? Oh six!" the clone yelled through the comm. "Oh-six, do you read me?"

Oh-six struggled to answer with some kind of reply, but all that came out was desperate choking noises as he struggled to pry the clawed hand from his throat.

The thing—whatever it was—was beginning to crawl out of the crate. First and arm, the a head nad torso with legs, and finally a long, drak green tail.

The last thing Oh-six saw was a flash of bright white, sharp teeth.


So, yeah, way shortened chapter (now that school has started, I won't be updating as quickly as I would like) But, anyway, here's a bit of the Obi side of the story. Until next time (which may not be for a while)

~AAx