Chapter 3

Finding a panel to light up the dark hallway, Kenshin turned it on and continued forward. The hallway led from the living area to a series of doors on either side. Along the bare brown walls were holopictures of sunsets and sunrises from many different places.

When Kenshin came to the first door, he turned its knob and entered a dark room. Feeling along the wall, Kenshin felt a lightswitch and turned on the lights. The room was a bedroom. There was a bed in the right corner of the room with a pink comforter neatly tucked in around the mattress without a wrinkle. A small, stuffed brown Wookiee sat on top of the white pillow, waiting for its owner. Above the bed on the ceiling floated a model of some system that Kenshin did not recognize.

He looked down near the bed and saw a pair of pink slippers sitting on top a plush light blue carpet. Looking back up and to the left he spotted a brown dresser and above it a mirror. Farther along the wall was a closet and farther still, on the other end of the room was a bookshelf and a toy box.

Backing out of the room, Kenshin switched off the light and gently closed the door. He looked in the rest of the rooms and found that they were also bedrooms, except for three, two being refreshers and one being a small med room.

Kenshin walked back into the living area and leaned against the bare wall between the two doors in thought. The bedrooms he had been in all looked like they were waiting for their occupants to return. One of the bedrooms had a model of a frigate on a desk that was only half completed. The glue that was being used still laid open beside the model, and the chair was facing crookedly away from the desk as if someone had stood up abruptly.

A few of the protocol droids must have been in charge of cleaning the rooms, because the bedrooms were so neat and tidy, all except for that one desk. Why that one desk? Kenshin questioned. Sensing that he should check the room again, Kenshin headed back to the hallway.

Once he was in the bedroom, Kenshin took another close look at the desk, examining it for any hidden devices. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Kenshin turned away from the desk. Still the nagging sensation remained that there was something out of the ordinary, besides the desk being the only messy spot in the bedroom.

Kenshin glanced around the room carefully and then he saw it. The chair was turned toward a blank part of the wall near the desk. It was the only place in the room that did not have something on or against it and it was big enough to fit a door in. A secret passage. Kenshin remarked to himself as he walked toward the wall. Probing it with the Force, Kenshin found the thin, barely visible lines of the door.

Concentrating, Kenshin found the opening mechanism with the aid of the Force and the door slid open with barely a whisper.

Smiling with satisfaction, Kenshin entered.

"According to Obi-Wan, in his journal, the Orcin were Obi-Wan's circle of friends. To join Obi-Wan's circle of friends, you had to be four years or older. It looks to me as if the six year mark is when they officially become a member of Obi-Wan's circle." Anakin told Kenshin as they sat in a meditation chamber.

Kenshin flipped through the pages of the journal in thought and then looked up at Anakin. "But what was the reasoning for that? He doesn't make that clear anywhere in his journal." He sighed and tossed the book on the floor in-between them. "This is just so confusing. Bant and Siri were on the Orcin Council from the beginning, yet their accounts of why the Orcin created are opposite to what Obi-Wan says about the Orcin in his journal."

Anakin frowned and rubbed his chin. "But, he describes how the Orcin was formed. You would think it was only a name for his group of friends."

"Yet the way he makes it sound, it's like the Orcin is a group of more then just friends." Kenshin added, picking the journal back up. "Reeft's intentions for the Orcin was to create discord among the Jedi and thus Civil War. In fact, he led the Orcin after my father left the Order until I took over."

Anakin's eyes narrowed. "If your father was suspicious of Reeft then how did Reeft gain control of the Orcin Council?"

"Simple, Bruck left with Obi-Wan and Siri was not around at the time. Someone had to lead the Orcin, so the Council chose Reeft. Not only was Bruck supposed to be one of the people to substitute for Obi-Wan if he was not there, he was also my hold-father. Siri was supposed to be the substitute if Obi-Wan and Bruck were not there, but she was called away on a mission with her Master right after Bruck left the Temple."

"So she had Reeft be the substitute." Anakin finished,

Kenshin nodded, "Yes. However, when she came back Reeft wouldn't relinquish his position, stating that only Obi-Wan or I can do that. Of course I was to young at the time to understand all that was happening with the Council so I was of no help."

"Didn't Obi-Wan have anything that could counter that if he was away and couldn't be contacted?" Anakin asked.

"I went over my father's rules and regulations when I took over the Council and didn't find anything of the sort. Apparently, he hadn't considered a situation like that happening."

"But what about Woren? Obi-Wan did have contact with him after Naboo." Anakin questioned."

Kenshin blew out a frustrated breath and leaned back against the wall. "Apparently Woren had no knowledge of what was happening with the Orcin Council at that time. It was only when he came back here that he found out. By then it was to late to do anything other then proceed with Obi-Wan's plan to confirm that Reeft was a Sith. I don't think anyone thought of trying to get a hold of him either at the time, but then they didn't know he and Obi-Wan were in contact with each other."

Anakin picked up the datapad that was on the floor between them and handed it to Kenshin. "This in the information that Bant gave me when I was searching for information on the Orcin."

Kenshin took the datapad and read what was on it a couple of times before putting it down. "I don't see any difference between the Jedi and the Orcin."

Anakin nodded. "Exactly what I thought, but Bant said that the code and teachings of the Orcin were tainted. I hesitate to say it, but the Orcin is looking more and more like a cult centered on Obi-Wan."

"I doubt that is what my father intended the Orcin to be. I can only imagine what he would think if he saw the Orcin now." Kenshin remarked.

Anakin picked the journal up and flipped to one of the entries. "Obi-Wan said that the name Orcin means guardians of the balance. Let's say we try to fit in the descriptions Bant and Siri give of the Orcin to the meaning."

"They don't quite fit. Plus their descriptions don't make much sense. Perhaps we should have a talk with Bant." Kenshin suggested.

Taking his comlink from his belt, Anakin made a quick call for Bant to meet then in meditation room C4 and then hooked it back to his belt. "She's on her way."

"Good. I have a feeling she's not being totally honest. It could be in her view the truth, yes, but it does very little to help us." Kenshin remarked.

Ten minutes later Bant arrived and stood before them. "What is so urgent that I had to come?" Bant asked.

Anakin motioned for her to sit down and then handed the datapad to her. "I'm sure you recognize this."

Bant took one glance at it and then shrugged her shoulders. "It's the information I gave you.

"Yes, information that shows that the Orcin are no different then the Jedi. From another source one difference is that you train to fight things that are void of the Force. Now of course there are droids, but we are able to sense them to a certain extent. Also, we question the validity of the entries on the datapad concerning why the Orcin exist. Perhaps you could enlighten us?" Anakin finished, looking intently at her.

Bant shifted uncomfortably under their stares and slowly answered. "The information is valid."

"Then you wouldn't mind if we ask Siri a few questions and show her the datapad?" Kenshin questioned, gauging her reaction.

"Of course not." Bant quickly replied. "I have nothing to hide. I can assure you that what is on that datapad is the truth."

Kenshin leaned forward, his hands steepled under his chin. "No, in a certain point of view for you it is. What are you hiding?"

"If I'm hiding anything then I have a very good reason for it." Bant told them as she stood up.

"Perhaps it's the fact that the Orcin has turned into something that Obi-Wan would never have allowed and you're hoping that no one will realize it while you try to fix it?" Anakin questioned. "That's why what you told me and what is on the datapad does not fit completely. You didn't want anyone else finding out, not even Kenshin, only you didn't consider that we would figure it out."

Bant simply stared at them for a few minutes before responding in a hard voice. "It was necessary."

Refraining himself from lashing out, Kenshin spoke. "You didn't trust me."

"How could I?" Bant snapped at him. "You were self-centered and were acting very immature at the time!"

Interrupting before the conversation got out of hand, Anakin asked. "Bant, what did Obi-Wan want the Orcin to become? What is its purpose?"

Calming herself down with the Force, Bant answered. "The Orcin are not more or less then the Jedi, yet they do have a purpose." Bant moved on to explain. "The Orcin Council is supposed to act like a secondary Council to the main Council. The Orcin Council is not like the Reassignment, First Knowledge, and Reconciliation Councils, but more like a mini main Council. The Orcin Council's goals are to make sure that balance is maintained. The Orcin follow the Jedi Council, but they answer to the Orcin Council. The Orcin are the protectors of the balance."

"What do you mean by balance?" Kenshin asked.

"When Obi-Wan used the term balance, he wasn't referring to both natures of the Force, but to the lifestyle and code of the Jedi. The Chosen are those picked by the Force to guide the Jedi on the true path, however, in the past, they had almost annihilated the Jedi. The Orcin are to aid the Chosen when they call and also to deal with those who fail the Chosen." Bant told them, the truth of her words radiating through the Force.

Anakin and Kenshin exchanged astonished glances at each other and then Anakin spoke. "So even if the Orcin were following the path Obi-Wan had laid out, Bruck would still have stood trial?"

"Yes." Bant acknowledged with a nod. "The only difference was that Obi-Wan did not allow a death sentence. If an Orcin is found to be a traitor then they are cast out from the Orcin. The Orcin Council would then make a petition to the Jedi Council to have the former Orcin taken to another Temple or whatever compromise is reached between the two Councils. Since Obi-Wan hadn't introduced the Orcin Council to the Jedi Council before the Naboo mission, the Jedi Council had not been aware of these things at the time."

Kenshin nodded and looked at Anakin. "We should talk to Woren and Siri and then to Yoda afterwards."

Anakin excused himself to make the calls while Kenshin talked to Bant.

"Is there anything else we need to know?" Kenshin asked Bant.

"No, there isn't. Now I must be going." Bant responded, turning around and walking away.

Tru pulled his ship out of hyperspace near the asteroid belt and almost jumped in his seat when he saw the Sith warships. Eyes widening, Tru banked the ship hard to the right and turned the ship back in the direction he had just come from. He tightened his shields around his mind and Force presence, hoping that the Sith had not spotted him as he calculated a jump that would get him out of there.

"Our sensors have picked up a Jedi starfighter that just came out of hyperspace." The lieutenant in charge of sensors and communication informed Darth Redav.

Redav stared out of the large veiwport, his face impassive as he spoke. "Let it go."

"Yes sir." The lieutenant responded and went back to his task of scanning the system.

As Raven finished gathering the cut branches and leaves, she sensed her father enter the garden and approach her position. After putting the last of the trimmings in the container a small garden droid carried, Raven sat down on a large flat stone near the tree cave and waited.

"I knew that I would find you here." Xanatos remarked and sat down on a stone that was next to the other one that Raven was sitting on.

"You knew that this was the first place to look." Raven corrected, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

Xanatos chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Have it your way. I see that you did some trimming."

Raven looked at the tree cave and nodded before looking aback at her father. "Yes. It needed it."

"It would help if you let those who tend the gardens do that." Xanatos remarked, already knowing what Raven would say to that.

Shaking her head, Raven firmly replied. "No, I like doing it myself. It's my little getaway." Remembering that Nev-Kwellen seemed to have taken a fondness for the place, Raven added, "Although, maybe I should get Nev-Kwellen to do a little trimming since it seems he has taken a liking for my spot."

Raising an eyebrow, Xanatos asked, "And you don't mind him being in your spot at all?"

"It's not like I have been around to use it." Raven responded and then turned her head to look at the tree cave. "It's a nice, quite, secluded, spot."

"So it is." Xanatos replied in agreement. "Have you seen him at all yet?"

"He was here earlier." Raven replied as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Xanatos studied his daughter for a few moments and then took a deep breath. "Raven, I don't want you getting involved with him."

Raven looked at her father in disbelief and then irritation. "I am twenty-one years old father! I am old enough to decide what I can or cannot do!"

"I don't want you to get hurt, Raven." Xanatos explained.

Raven stood, indicating an end of the conversation, and walked back over to the cave to pick up the clippers. "I'll see you at noonmeal." And then she left the garden.

Nev-Kwellen was on the top of the hill where he had a good view of the children playing, but instead of watching them play, Nev-Kwellen was simply laying on his back with his eyes closed.

"Enjoying yourself?" Bruck asked, sitting down next to Nev-Kwellen.

"The best way to avoid someone is to go somewhere least expected, even if that place is intolerable." Nev-Kwellen replied, his eyes still shut.

"That method doesn't always work." Bruck replied.

Nev-Kwellen snorted and opened his eyes to look at him. "It would if I left the Temple."

Bruck looked away from Nev-Kwellen to watch the children play. "You're not happy here."

"Of course not! I'm here on a mission and have to be around my enemies. Of course I'm not happy!" Nev-Kwellen snapped, fire burning in his eyes.

Bruck did not turn his head as he continued. "Would you be happy back at the Sith Temple?"

Frowning, Nev-Kwellen sat up and looked at Bruck. "Are you trying to get at something?"

"You're avoiding the question." Bruck smoothly replied, not at all fazed by Nev-Kwellen's anger. "Do you wish you were happy?"

"Happiness is overrated." Nev-Kwellen muttered. "More bad things happen the happier people are. What good is happiness then if it brings such terrible things with it?"

"What good is despair when it also brings along bad things?" Bruck retorted, turning his head to look at Nev-Kwellen. "Happiness is knowing that you have family and friends who love and care for you. Happiness is knowing that you are not alone. Happiness is being able to make it through every day, knowing that you are making a difference in people's lives."

Nev-Kwellen shook his head and interrupted Bruck. "Even the unhappy can change people's lives."

"But they may not care that they did." Bruck responded. "Can the just be happy?"

Nev-Kwellen looked at Bruck with bewilderment on his face. "What?"

"Can the just be happy?" Bruck patiently repeated.

Frowning, Nev-Kwellen thought about the question for awhile. "It is illogical that the just can be happy. How can one be happy when their loves ones dies or are about to die? How can the just be happy if the people they go to help turn their backs on the just people and reveal their location to the enemies of the just? Who wants to follow a just person who faces loneliness and death everyday while doing justice?"

"So the Jedi are not happy because they are just?" Bruck questioned.

"Yes, that is what I am saying." Nev-Kwellen responded in a confident voice.

"So if the just are unhappy and the unjust are unhappy then no one can be happy. So what is the smile then when a child is born? What are the giggles children make when they are playing? If they are not signs of happiness then what are they? An illusion perhaps?" Bruck told Nev-Kwellen, studying the younger man's face.

Nev-Kwellen shook his head and then rubbed both sides of his head where a headache was beginning to form. "I don't know."

"Happiness must exist then. For everything there is an opposite. Good and evil. Predator and prey. Light and dark. Jedi and Sith. Life and death. Just and unjust. Male and female. Happiness and unhappiness." Bruck explained. "There is a balance. One does not exist without their opposite."

"Then why do the Jedi seek to fight the Sith? If there always has to be an opposite then you can never truly destroy the Sith." Nev-Kwellen responded.

"Why does the predator hunt the prey?" The corners of Bruck's mouth lifted as Nev-Kwellen thought furiously on what to say. "The predator may hunt down all its prey, but a larger predator will soon hunt down the smaller predator. Some species will be wiped out, but something else will soon come along and the cycle will continue."

"What good does happiness bring?" Nev-Kwellen questioned.

"Happiness makes people's heart light, it makes people smile, it gives life, it nourishes hope." Bruck told Nev-Kwellen.

Nev-Kwellen frowned deeply. "How can happiness nourish hope when happiness can bring unhappiness?"

"Eternal life after death. A life filled with peace and light. Happiness comes from knowing of the life after death. Of knowing that there is a reward waiting for us. In turn, the happiness we carry nourishes hope in others so that they too can be happy." Bruck responded.

Pressing his lips together into a thin white line, Nev-Kwellen contemplated Bruck's words. "So whoever is happy is guaranteed an eternal life of peace after death?"

Bruck shook his head. "No. Happiness does not guarantee that."

"Then what is? What good is happiness if it does not guarantee that after death people will have an eternal life of peace?" Standing up, Nev-Kwellen walked away from Bruck and headed for the garden's exit.

As Nev-Kwellen reached the door, someone ran into his legs and giggled. Groaning, Nev-Kwellen looked down to see, not Asha, but Skywalker's son Mikel. "Get off me kid." Nev-Kwellen said gruffly, trying to free himself from Mikel's grip.

Mikel smiled up at him and shook his curly blonde head, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth. "No." He responded and planted his feet on top of Nev-Kwellen's feet.

His eyes sparking with annoyance, Nev-Kwellen tried walking backwards, causing Mikel to laugh in delight. Giving that idea up, Nev-Kwellen decided to just sit down and hope that Mikel would get bored and go away.

Mikel got off of Nev-Kwellen's legs in disappointment, but that was short lived however when Mikel ran behind Nev-Kwellen to hide when he sensed his instructor's assistant approaching.

Does he really think that hiding behind me is going to work? Nev-Kwellen rolled his eyes and stood up so that Mikel would go find another hiding place.

Unwilling to leave to find a different hiding place, Mikel lifted the back of Nev-Kwellen's cloak and used the cloak to cover himself, and then wrapped his arms tightly around Nev-Kwellen's right leg and peered through the gap between Nev-Kwellen's legs.

He just can't seem to take a hint, can he? When Nev-Kwellen saw the annoyed expression of the assistant, he decided to not give Mikel away again like he had at other times. Checking to make sure Mikel's cloak around his Force presence was in place, Nev-Kwellen then closed the front of his cloak.

"Ah, Nev-Kwellen, have you seen Mikel?" Tymortha asked.

"Not today." Nev-Kwellen smoothly responded, shaking his head. "Did he escape his group again?"

Tymortha nodded. "He did. Master Utirro is quickly running out of ideas to find some way to keep Mikel interested enough to stay with his group."

"Really? It seems to me he is more interested in driving both of you up the wall." Nev-Kwellen remarked, crossing his arms. "Why don't you let him run around free? Maybe he'll get bored if you don't chase him and come back." Nev-Kwellen suggested.

Tymortha glared at him with her dark eyes. "If you see him then bring him back. If his father was here I would tell you to take Mikel to him instead."

Nev-Kwellen raised an eyebrow. "You know, maybe what Mikel needs is a good spanking. Of course, you and Master Utirro are to afraid to discipline Skywalker's son. Am I right?"

Anger flashed across Tymortha's face and she turned and stormed off.

Chuckling, Nev-Kwellen waited until she was far enough away and then drew back his cloak and looked down at the face peering between his legs. "She's gone now, Mikel."

With a large smile, Mikel darted out of Nev-Kwellen's cloak and went to go run up the hill, but Nev-Kwellen used the Force to stop him.

"Not so fast young one." Nev-Kwellen told him, walking forward to pick Mikel up. "We need to have a little talk."

Anakin found himself backed against the wall and the droids continued blasting at him. He had found out the hard way that his lightsaber couldn't cut through the droids plaiting, even the deflected blaster bolts hardly made a scratch on the droids armor.

Reaching out to the Force, Anakin searched for some kind of weakness he could use to his advantage, but was distracted when his foot hit something and the wall opened up behind him and he fell backwards and slid, more like tumbled, down a ramp.

He finally came to a stop a few minutes later and simply did not move as he took the time to take a nice deep breath and slowly let it out.

"What happened to you?" Kenshin asked.

Anakin stood up and brushed himself off and then wiped his face with his hand. "Those training droids are tough. I wouldn't advise that you go in that training room any time soon."

Kenshin rolled his eyes and turned around. "A Chosen bested by droids, how embarrassing." He said smiling. "Come on. While you were having fun I found something interesting."

"What did you find?" Anakin asked, momentarily forgetting his embarrassment and focusing on what Kenshin was saying.

They walked through a set of large wooden doors and entered a room that was a massive archive and in one corner of the room were computers and communication terminals.

"This place is huge!" Anakin exclaimed, as he walked down the rows and rows of books, data cubes, and scrolls.

Kenshin nodded. "I did a check of how much information is stored here. According to the computer there is ten times the amount of information stored here then there is in the archive back home."

They walked down the archive for a few minutes and then stopped near a shelf that contained Jedi holocrons, lots of Jedi holocrons.

"This is not all I found." Kenshin told Anakin as he headed to a nearby door.

Anakin followed and stopped inside the door in shock at what he saw. In the small room were Sith holocrons sitting in their own little niche in the walls.

Kenshin shivered and walked back out of the room. "The light side of the Force was not the only thing taught here."

Pressing his lips together in thought, Anakin took one last glance around the room and then shut the door. "You may be right." Turning, Anakin headed for one of the computer consoles. "Remember when I said that it was possible that your father's ancestors had been off planet before?"

"Yes." Kenshin replied, matching Anakin's long strides.

Anakin sat down at a computer console and turned it on. "Master Yoda had shown me a fragment of a message that was sent to the Jedi just before the end of the Great Sith War. I have a feeling that the complete message may be recorded here."

"But how does that answer my question?" Kenshin asked and he watched Anakin type in some information in a search function.

Anakin found the recording and clicked it.

"2,998 years ago your Jedi ancestors were warned by the Chosen of what would happen if the Jedi didn't change their ways. Centuries later, we have returned only to find that the warning of our ancestors has been ignored. Therefore I, Treyent Kenobi Shadowalker, along with my partner will see to the destruction of the Jedi!"

A second voice followed, calm, and collected. "I, Xainor Ja'mak Skywalker, however ensure you that we are not without mercy. Through the fire the Jedi will be reborn, from those selected by the Force, from the younger generation. As the Force wills Treyent and I will do what is necessary. The time for your destruction nears. As I speak, a fleet of two hundred ships have come in orbit around the planet. There is no escape from your fate. On this day, the Force is not with you."

Kenshin blinked a few times and then looked at Anakin. "That sounds pretty harsh." He paused a moment as something dawned on him. "The Chosen?"

Anakin nodded. "I noticed it too when I first heard it. He is not referring to a single person, but more than one, and then he says 'we have returned'."

"So the Chosen must be referring to the Kenobi and Skywalker families, but what about the prophecy that was found in the hidden room in the Mountain Temple?" Kenshin questioned.

Anakin thoughtfully rubbed his chin and then began to type in the search box. "That is a good question." He typed the word prophecy and five results came up. Anakin clicked on the first link and it took him to a compiled list of prophecies. Out of all the links to different prophecies, one of them stood out from among the rest. Feeling the guidance of the Force, Anakin clicked on it.

Once the words appeared, Kenshin began to read it.

"Shadowalker,
the true name of the child of shadow,
a powerful lineage,
second only to the lineage of Skywalker.

Powerful they are together,
chosen of the Force,
spreaders of justice,
defenders of the weak.

Sith seek to lead them astray,
politicians want to drive them away,
Jedi want to tuck them under their wings,
citizens fear or hope they will leave or come to their aid.

A union is powerful,
most powerful between these two families,
together they become like a single entity,
stronger then before.

The children of the Chosen,
will bring forth a child,
strong with the Force,

a child chosen of the chosen,
child of light.

A child of light,
a Chosen one of the Force,
one of many,
one of few.

Being chosen is a burden,
evil will befall the Chosen,
danger will follow in the Chosens' steps,
many will fear the Chosens' power.

Yet with all this,
the Chosen make an impact,
on lives of millions,
on lives of few.

Beware! Evil still lurks,
prone to evil these two families are,
fighting each other will shake the balance,
drive those near to their knees.

The land will tremble,
the sky grow dark,
the young will scream in fear,
the old will faint where they tread.

Be assured,
there is one with no family name,
one who goes in secret,
who will do what must be done.

But beware,
the one with no name manipulates,
a master of manipulators,
though only with good reason.

Take this message to heart,
the time will come where darkness has fallen,
that the Shadowalkers shall return,
with them the Skywalkers."

"Interesting." Anakin remarked. "Do you think it's possible that maybe someone tampered with the prophecy on the wall in the Mountain Temple?"

Pressing his lips together in a thin line, Kenshin thought about it. "Perhaps, or it could be that the one at the Mountain Temple is a fake. The question is, why would someone do that if that is the case?"

"Why don't we back up and look at the Great Sith War. We know that there has been no record of a Kenobi since after the Sith War until your father was discovered and there is no record of a Skywalker from after the Sith War until the Jedi, and then the Sith, discovered me on Tattooine. The archive at the Mountain Temple is not complete, since the original archive was destroyed during The Great Sith War." Anakin told Kenshin as he organized his thoughts.

"If this archive is complete then we should do a search in the archive memory for Treyent Kenobi Shadowalker." Kenshin suggested.

Anakin nodded and typed the name in the search engine. A couple of links popped up and Anakin clicked on one of them. Scrolling down the screen, Anakin stopped at the last paragraph. "This is unexpected."

Kenshin reread the paragraph again a couple of times before speaking. "Treyent had Xainor exile him and his family to Leris 4 after the war."

"It looks like it." Anakin confirmed with a shake of his head. "I can't imagine how much that must have hurt."

Kenshin spoke, breaking the silence that had descended upon the room. "I don't know about you, but I am hungry. I wonder if the droids have anything good in the kitchen."

"There's only one way to find out." Anakin responded and followed Kenshin to the kitchen, glad to get his mind off what they had learned for awhile since they arrived on Honoghr.