Obi-Wan started down the hall, his mind unable to quiet. A niece? He had a niece? No, two--and a nephew. Owen.

His memories of his family were hazy at best, but happy.

After all this time without seeing them. Why now? Why now must they make their presence known?

The war, he recalled grimly. The Civil War on Bellassa was indeed a gruesome one. Bloody and violent, but all war is, so no Jedi were sent to a planet at war unless injustice occurred. The Jedi Temple would send someone to help his brother, that much Obi-Wan knew. But who would they send?

"Master Kenobi," Yoda said as Obi-Wan entered the room. "A decision made, there already has been,"

"So quickly?" inquired Obi-Wan, looking between the two Jedi.

"A decision was made as soon as the young girl came before us," Mace Windu stated. "A grave injustice has occurred, not only risking a life, but a young, innocent life at that,"

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. He tried hard not to think of this youngling, his own niece, being murdered merely for political gain or power. "But who shall we send?"

"Send you, we will,"

"Me?" Obi-Wan was taken aback. "I'm honored, surely, but-"

Mace Windu cut him off. "I can sense a strong connection between this young girl and yourself, Obi-Wan,"

"Might my....recent personal ties to those involved make me a liability? Or perhaps even make me vulnerable?"

"Perhaps. Nevertheless, you hold an advantage over others simply for this connection with Auli Mandol. The Jedi's presence is needed urgently on Bellassa,"

Obi-Wan bowed to the masters. "I will not let my personal ties conflict or interfere with my duties,"

"Expect that, we do not," Yoda smiled. "May the Force be with you,"