"It is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

-Winston Churchill

He walked alongside his fellow Jedi knights. Although he knew why they were heading where they were, he still couldn't believe it.

"The Chancellor was a Sith Lord..." Mace Windu told him and the others he walked with. That was something he never expected. But it made sense; all the strange orders and attacks, how easy it was for Generals Kenobi and Skywalker to rescue him, how he was able to determine where Grievous was. It all made sense. But if he was a Sith Lord, he needed to keep his senses open.

He and the others turned into the Chancellor's office as he spun his chair and eyed them in a friendly manner.

"ah, Grievous has been dealt with I assume?" Windu revealed his lightsaber as he and the others activated the usual hum that came from each one.

"In the name of the galactic Senate of the Republic, you are under arrest Chancellor." the friendly appearance on the Chancellor disappeared and was replaced with a look of hate.

"Are you threatening me, master Jedi?"

"The Senate will decide your fate."

"I AM the Senate." he growled

"Not yet." with that, the Chancellor stood from his chair and revealed his own lightsaber.

"It's treason then." he finished with his lightsaber revealing a red hum. War happened next was so fast he could barely take notice. One was down and two were down, now it was just him and Windu up against this Sith. He heightened his senses and reflexes as he tried to at least wound him and immobilize the Sith. Before he knew what happened. There was excruciating pain on his chest as everything felt cold. He fell back as he saw Windu and the Sith Lord go at it.

"This was it...it's over for me..." He thought as he accepted death. But as the darkness settled, he saw a small green glow. Naturally he assumed that was the entrance to where his soul would flow with the Force and he would be there to flow along with life...

"Fisto...Fisto..." he heard a tired voice call him. It came from his left as he saw what looked like Yoda, he grew concerned as he ran towards him. Once he was close, he saw it was not Yoda, but he was from the same alien race as Yoda. But this one had far more wrinkles and black ooze seemed to pour out of his mouth and ears.

"cough* Master Kit Fisto..." the old alien spoke slowly and weakly.

"y-yes?" he replied nervously, unsure what this creature's intention were or if this were a trap.

"cough* caff* cough* not long...I have...to live...caff* cough*" each cough, black ooze droplets flew. It was unnerving to watch but he looked on. "chosen you...I have...to replace- caff* caff* caff* caff*...me..." Fisto's eyes widened.

"but- but that's not possible! I don't even know who you are! I-I'm dead-"

"caff* dead... your body is...you... Alive you are..." the small troglodyte coughed up a fit, more black ooze pouring out. He was looking sicker and sicker by the minute. "my hand...you must take...to understand...caff* everything..." Fisto hesitated.

"how do I know I can trust you?" the small troglodyte didn't seem angry but very tired as it made an effort to at least lift himself off the ground.

"caff* old friend...spoke to me once...'if little old green man...happen to come around...asking help..." he coughed more black ooze out as his arms felt close to failing to holding him up. "just shut the fuck up and do what he says' he spoke..." his strength eventually failed him. He surprised himself, he usually hated quoting anything Voltz said with that kind of mouth Voltz had but it worked as Fisto stepped even closer to Segav. As their hands grasped each other's a bright green light glowed from Segav as green veins of energy channeled through Segav's arm into Fisto's arm. This strange occurrence lasted until Fisto finally let go but by that time, the small troglodyte was now a skeleton that shortly decomposed into dust that flew away. But as it flew away, there echoed the words "May the Force be with you."

-transmission end-

"In the end, we conserve only what we love. We love only what we can understand. We will understand only what we are taught."

-Baba Dioum

"and that is my report Elder." spoke the human Guardian to the tall yet bony and grey-skinned creature in front of him. His breath came out and lifted into the cold and frozen room, hence was The Elder's preference to her abilities. She sat at a frozen icy desk that never melted as she read the young Guardian's report. There was an icy silence in the room, it was broken by the growling of an ice dragon climbing the ceiling looking at the human in black.

"yeah, you have every right to complain Griffith." spoke the human Guardian. "you were a bitch to capture. You've only got yourself to blame." the ice dragon growled again and crawled back into a private hole in the ceiling.

The Elder finished reading as she pushed it over the edge of her desk, before they hit the ground, snow enveloped the report and it disappeared to be confirmed for future references.

"indeed, you have completed everything. But your report still has several holes."

"Does it? I erased the terminals I hacked from to get most of this information. Any minor characters were either dead or I couldn't locate any of them." the human responded. He removed his mask and scratched his forehead, his eyes revealing lacking pupils but he could still see as clear as day, a trait shared by all the Guardians. This allowed them to see better than any mortal could and not be affected by the same weaknesses like blindness or eye infection.

"hmm. That still does not answer, what did you do to the Crosser?" a Crosser was a mortal that had crossed different galaxy boundaries. This was considered illegal to do and usually ended in termination but this Crosser had evaded them until they abandoned the search for it. The death of the Crosser made it appear again.

"well..." the human Guardian began to say. "I did find the Crosser...but removing it was difficult..." he looked away from his superior as he put a hand behind his head.

"Voltz. Answer me. What did you do with the Crosser?" the elderly humanoid alien repeated more sternly. Her face never changed it's straight expression.

"I...I sent them to the Phantom Zone..." he finally responded. The Elder stayed quiet for a moment, her ice dragon gnawed on the frozen stalactites above.

"sigh* you found the Crosser with a mate. Didn't you?" she knew this was Voltz did every time he found a Crosser with a loved one. He always took them to the Phantom Zone, dead or alive.

"yes Elder...they were in love, even in death...I felt this was the only thing for them."

"Voltz. When will you ever stop being this kind?"

"well excuse me! I wiped their minds and they have no recollection of the time leading up to their deaths. The same scenario I've done before, cut me some slack." he replied.

"yes, you are good at post-suggestion. What did you tell them?"

"I simply told them they had deserted the army and they were on a lone planet, just them and nobody else. Trust me Elder...they're much happier thinking this. It will be like they've died and joined the Stream." the grey and tall alien Guardian pondered on this. His logic was reasonable; they wouldn't be aware of their presence and any memory of the Crosser had been erased. Besides, the Phantom Zone was just an alternate reality of life outside the current galaxy where things didn't follow the exact formula that the current universe had to follow. Wherever he had left them, it would seem like heaven to them.

"okay Voltz. You have done your mission well." she spoke as the human Guardian took his mask, crunched it up like a paper ball and pulled it out as it now appeared as a porkpie hat. He placed it on his head and turned to leave.

"By the way, how is the new Guardian Segav chose?" she causally asked in her usual tone of voice. The human turned and smirked.

"That wrinkly little bastard got the last laugh and he made me train the new guy. Guess that's what I get for making a joke about his wrinkles." he chuckled to himself. He wasn't angry about it but he didn't like it either. "but if you must know, Fisto is a fast learner. He's already found a way to keep the energy flow of the cosmos going without having to be near that huge ball of energy 24/7. He even found out how to siphon the dark energy throughout his body. I have to confess Elder; he's learning faster than me."

"Then Segav made his choice right." the Elder replied. "One final question; are you sure you erased all memory of the Crosser?" she added, not even looking up at him as her cold fingers waved at several snow globes on her desk that sent responses towards other galaxies.

"I believe so. I read that some droids knew about her but since they were all deactivated, I couldn't find any trace of them. They're no concern anyways. I can most humbly assure you Elder..."

"I've tied up all the loose ends..."

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends."

-Martin Luther King Jr.

On a cold and dark planet, thousands of battle droids and clones lay dead. Many of the droids however were not shot or blown up but deactivated. Deactivated by Lord Sidious' command; many, many droids, both stupid and intelligent, both mindless and free-thinking, were deactivated. All for the exception of 3 bumbling battle droids named OH, YA, and RLY.

A small door opened as three battle droids fell out clumsily. They had decided to skip out on a war to shock themselves with an open wire. It was the equivalent of a heroin needle for them, but it was more for the thrill than for the addiction. What they didn't know was the constant shocking had fried off the chips inside them that made them shut down automatically from command. Now, without any knowledge of what had occurred, they were now free.

"what the bolt happened?" questioned YA.

"what the bolt do you think happened, greasebucket? All our fellow droids are dead." responded OH.

"did we lose?" asked RLY.

"Yesssssss we did..." spoke a feminine voice from behind, they all jumped and turned around and saw a dark, tall yet somewhat beaten android. They instantly recognized her.

"Queen Monova!" they all cried out as they rushed over to assist her, for it was their duty, afterall, if she were to appear in their presence. She was a tough warrior but they had never actually seen her before but they heard stories that she was a fierce warrior; even fiercer than Grievous, rumor had it. She had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, her foot was barely holding on and her eye had been shot at. Immediately, the droid trio got to work, OH and YA ran off to find any parts from their fallen brethren to repair their queen with while RLY stayed behind to repair what he could.

"thissssss isn't necessary..." Monova protested silently but RLY heard.

"Don't say that, m'lady! We still have a chance! Grievous will-"

"Grievousssssss? What hope is he? Grievousssss is no more..." RLY stopped repairing her left leg as he stared up at Monova in surprise, OH and YA, who arrived at the same time with a few spare parts froze in their tracks.

"what?" YA spoke.

"The General is dead...he was killed by a Jedi...and then the clone army killed all the Jedi in the galaxy..." she responded.

"But- But if the Jedi are all gone, wouldn't that mean we've won?" OH inquired. Monica only hissed/laughed.

"Look around you! We've been betrayed! This whole war was just a sham! The Dark Lord only used us as pawns. He never intended to use us to control the galaxy...we were only foolish pawnsssss in his game." she lowered her head in shame. "we have no purpose anymore...I'm better off dead...like the rest of you three...and my "king"..." there was silence for a moment before RLY did slapped her face. Shocking all of them.

"That is SUCH a line of rust! We're still alive! We haven't been deactivated! Who says we still can't survive?" with that outburst, he fused the wires on her damaged arm together, causing her to jump as she then picked up her damaged arm and moved it around. As RLY began work on fusing her foot back together, she stared in a curious manner at this droid who slapped her. Normally that called for the droid to be destroyed but, he had a point to make.

"sssssssss. You never know when to give up, do you?"

"believe me, your highness, I've been working with him since our activation; quitting doesn't seem to be programmed for him." replied OH. RLY took the spare parts and fused them together with her foot to keep it in place.

These were a curious trio of droids. They were all different from one another, yet they seemed as close as brothers or like college roommates stuck in their apartment for a week. It was more curious how they managed to avoid being shut down and this one fixing her foot was quite curious.

"there we go. All done on your leg, your highness." RLY spoke as she flexed her foot a bit. She still lacked an eye but she could work with that later. She looked up at the trio to give her appreciation when she saw a clone scout unit on the ledge above. She grabbed the droid's blaster and fired it at the scout, causing him to fall. She made herself stand up, with the droids' assistance and looked down to them.

"the Clonesssss have no doubt heard that. We have to get off this planet." Monova said. YA spoke up for once.

"I saw a transport ship in an abandoned hanger. It looks old but I think we can get it going again." he said. She looked at this trio of battle droids, one a battle veteran droid, the other a navigator droid and the other, an outspoken repair battle droid. "Eh." she thought to herself, "I've teamed up with a more odd assortment."

"sssssssince I am alone and in need of repair and protection; you three are going to be my bodyguards. We probably aren't the only Confederate robots still online..." the trio saluted her.

"My gun is also yours, your highness." said OH.

"Give me a location and I will take you around the galaxy, queen Monova." replied YA.

"Anything that you need help fixing, I am at your beck and call, m'lady." replied RLY. she nodded as she placed a spark peck on the top of RLY's head in appreciation for fixing her leg. As she limped along being led by YA, OH and RLY stayed in the rear, talking amongst themselves.

"well RLY. We've gone from being unnecessary scrap metal to probably being the last battle droids in the whole galaxy. Not bad Eh?" OH said to his companion.

"yeah...OH?" RLY said in somewhat of a daze while he stared at Monova.

"yeah?"

"I think I'm in love again." OH slapped his own head.

"oh for rust's sake..."

"It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned; nothing matters anymore. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace."

-George Bernard Sha