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"Okay, look. Here."

Ventress pointed to a single line in the document reader the Jedi Council and the lone, former Sith were currently clustered around. Ventress tapped one long, pale finger against the words, reading aloud: "This is exactly what you told Palpatine, Master Ti: 'Anything having to do with the Force, its properties, and its effects, immediately falls under the jurisdiction of the Jedi Order, with no exceptions. Any matter of politics falls under the jurisdiction of the Chancellor, without exception.' He's completely defying the Constitution."

"So how do you plan on fixing it?" Mace asked. Ventress looked up from the document, and then looked around the circle of Jedi that stood around her.

"Who here is very small in stature?"

The Jedi moved apart, singling out Yoda. Ventress dropped to one knee in front of the Jedi master, bringing herself down to Palpatine's level. "Infiltrate his office," she said, "without letting him know you're there. Get a hold of that security recording that shows him outright saying that the Jedi have no authority anymore. Once we have that, we will move to impeach him."

"Forcibly remove him office?" Mace asked incredulously. "Can we do that?"

"Well, yes," Shaak Ti said, brow markings rising. "Look, it says here: 'if any or all of the above conditions are violated, the offending party is subject to corrective action from the party who has been wronged. For Jedi, this could mean expulsion from the Order. For the Chancellor, this may mean being removed from office. These terms include but are not limited to the aforementioned consequences.' We can get him on that!"

"What would we charge him with, though?" Obi-Wan murmured, raising one hand to thoughtfully stroke his beard.

"We can get him for going against the Constitution," Ventress said. "That's all that matters." She turned to Yoda again and asked, "How fast can you get that recording?"

Yoda bowed his head, thinking it over. "Anywhere from several hours to several minutes, it might take," he finally said. "But in time to save you, the recording should arrive."

"We need to move now," Shaak Ti said. "I'll make the arrest."

"I'll come, too," Agen Kolar said.

"And me," Seasee Tiin offered.

"Good," Shaak Ti said. "One more?"

"Me," Adi Gallia said. Shaak Ti nodded.

"Alright, then," she said. "Master Yoda, meet us in the courts. Keep your comlink on, and keep it tuned to my channel. We'll use it to communicate, so keep an ear on it. Master Windu, the same." Shaak Ti pulled out her spare comlink, and tossed it to Ventress. "Take this," she said. "My channel is alpha-zeta-six-five-delta. Keep it there, and don't change it under any circumstances. Stay with Obi-Wan; Master Kenobi, don't let her out of your sights. In the meantime, work on a backup plan in case we fail."

Obi-Wan nodded wordlessly, turning to Ventress and beckoning her after him. The two headed off together, and Shaak Ti dropped her outer robe right where she stood.

"Let's kick this pig."

OOOOOOOOOO

The doors to Palpatine's office slammed open.

Palpatine jumped up from his chair as four Jedi, headed by the imposing Togruta Shaak Ti, entered his office, looking positively thunderous. Two guards spun in each side of the door; Shaak Ti waved aside with a sharp flick of the Force. "Supreme Chancellor Palpatine," she started, walking right up to the Chancellor's desk, "you are under arrest. By outright defying the Constitution in front of several witness, including myself, you have committed an act of treason, and you will be tried by the Senate."

Agen Kolar and Adi Gallia ignited their lightsabers, and moved in to make the arrest. They flanked Palpatine as Saesee Tiin used his telepathic Force powers to keep the situation under control. The red-robed guards in the room seemed to be confused as to what to do: they had never dealt with the arrest of a chancellor before. Shaak Ti kept an eye on the door, just in case any unwanted visitors arrived. Palpatine took a step back, his face suddenly hardening into flinted steel.

"I am the Senate!" he growled, his posture suddenly turning aggressive.

"Not yet!" Shaak Ti shot back. "And we are taking action to assure that that never happens! Your reign of corruption is at an end, Chancellor!"

Adi Gallia grabbed one of Palpatine's arms, and Agen Kolar reached for the other. Palpatine seemed to be fighting with himself: fight back, or just give up. "We have witnesses and undeniable proof in the form of a security recording that we can use against you," Shaak Ti continued as the Chancellor was placed in stun cuffs. "And you will be expelled from this very Senate forever!"

Saesee Tiin glanced at Shaak Ti. "Where to?" he mouthed. Shaak Ti's face seemed to harden into amber stone before his very eyes.

"The same cell he had set aside for Asajj Ventress."

OOOOOOOOOO

Yoda crawled through the ventilation shafts, using the Force to move as quickly as quietly as he could. He knew exactly where the Chancellor's office was: he had done this before. And, as he did, he got the vague, foreboding sense that he would be doing it again. Yoda checked his coordinates one last time as he approached a ventilation grate: this was the right one. Yoda carefully dislodged the grate using the Force, lifted it up and to the other side of the shaft, and then gently set it down. He stretched out within the Force, searching for life-forms: ah, perfect. Master Ti had just made the arrest, and she had the masters she had taken with her were moving down the hallways, presumably headed for the prisons. Or the Senate. Wherever Shaak Ti could better restrain herself from making Palpatine's life as miserable as possible. Palpatine's red guards had dispersed, presumably out of confusion and lack of anything better to do. Yoda happily jumped down out of the vent, scurrying over to the security console and jumping up into a chair. He immediately typed in the pass code to access the security files: they popped up immediately, and Yoda typed in the time frame he wanted. The little alien worked quickly and efficiently: he needed to get this done, and done right, before someone stumbled in on him.

Yoda found the data he was looking for, and a smile crossed his face. Good: now, just download it to his comlink, and forward it to the Jedi Temple. Shaak Ti had someone waiting to receive it, last time he had spoken with her. They were both on their separate ways to the Chancellor's office, and Shaak Ti had commed him to let him know what to do with the data he acquired. Yoda followed her directions, and heard the affirmative beep! of the message sending. He nodded once to himself, and then logged off the control console. He used the Force again to launch himself back up into the ventilation shaft, and then to replace the grate. Chuckling softly to himself. Yoda made his escape.

OOOOOOOOO

Obi-Wan took Ventress away as soon as Shaak Ti gave the order. He pulled her into his room, and the two of them headed into the living room. Their backup plan was hastily decided in little more than two words on the way to Obi-Wan's apartment: get pregnant, and get pregnant now.

Anakin was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

He glanced up as the two walked in, hand in hand, and his expression immediately darkened. "I heard," he said curtly, as Obi-Wan opened his mouth to explain. "Don't worry, I'll let you two have a moment."

"Might want to take a walk," Obi-Wan suggested. "We'll try to be quiet, but…"

Anakin's face paled as he took Obi-Wan's meaning. "That's gonna be one hell of a baby," he muttered, standing up and setting aside his book. Obi-Wan raised a brow.

"Exactly how much did you hear?" he asked cautiously. Anakin shrugged ambiguously.

"Just the revisions to the Code," he said. "Those were broadcast right after the meeting they had to change it. And everyone's been gossiping about you two: I think it was Coleman who let it slip. He's a notorious gossiper."

Obi-Wan nodded. "I could believe that," he said dryly. "Now, we need to get her pregnant before…forty minutes pass, so if you please-?"

"Time to leave now and not allowed to stay under any circumstances?"

"Oh, that is one question you will always get right!"

Anakin sighed shortly, and pushed his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes. "You two have fun," he said, smiling mischievously at Obi-Wan and Ventress. "Master…creature."

Ventress glared daggers at Anakin. Oh, if looks could kill…Obi-Wan gently reached across her body, taking her other hand in his and diverting her attention from Anakin. "Now," he whispered, "Where were we?"

Anakin left very, very quickly after that.

OOOOOOOOO

"Yes! It's blue."

Ventress opened the door to the bathroom forty-one minutes later, holding a piece of plastic in her hand. "Success," she said, walking out into the living room. Obi-Wan was sitting on the couch, nervously waiting for Ventress to take her pregnancy test. "Nice job."

"Thanks?"

Ventress smiled, and tossed the plastic to Obi-Wan. "Here, get rid of this."

Obi-Wan hesitantly caught the plastic with the Force, unwilling to let it touch skin or carpet. "Oh, beautiful," he muttered, using the Force to send the test down the kitchen sink's garbage disposal. The metal teeth ground the plastic to dust immediately, and Ventress retreated to the bathroom to wash her hands. The rush of the water came on and off several times, and then, Ventress re-emerged, gently rubbing her wrists to dry them further.

"Okay, so, that takes care of that," she said, sitting down next to Obi-Wan. He immediately scooted closer to her, putting his arm around her and placing a soft kiss on her lips. Ventress returned it, and then let her head fall to Obi-Wan's shoulder. For a moment, she could just sit and enjoy his company: the sweet smell of his body, mixed with the smallest hint of sweat and combining with the soft aroma of his hair where it graced his shoulder. The auburn locks were long enough to go past Obi-Wan's shoulders, if he ever straightened it. Ventress had gotten the urge to do that several times since she had known him, but somehow now more than ever. She inched closer to Obi-Wan, pressing their hips together and moving closer still. Obi-Wan's embrace tightened around her protectively, and Ventress smiled softly in satisfaction. It was so nice to just be able to sit with him, without fear of being discovered…by anyone. They no longer needed to fear for their lives, their careers, and each other.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Are you finished?" Anakin called in.

"Yes," Obi-Wan called back. The door opened, but Ventress didn't move to detach herself from Obi-Wan. She instead closed her eyes, her breathing softening and lengthening. Obi-Wan subtly infused her body with calming energies from the Force: Anakin was bound to say something extraordinarily rude or blunt-

"So, I almost stepped on a skink outside. Any idea what that's doing here?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Not a clue," he said very honestly. He was impressed: Anakin hadn't said anything stupid so far! But, as his former Padawan stepped into the room and came over to stand by him, he tacked on,

"Speaking of cold-blooded reptiles, is she pregnant yet? Or are you going to try again once I get my snack and head out again?"

Obi-Wan sighed, shook his head, and responded, "Yes, Anakin, she is pregnant. And now, we have a backup plan in case Master Ti fails in her plan."

Anakin's eyebrows came together between his eyes. "Story?" he requested. Obi-Wan shook his head again.

"Council business. But, long story short, we are evading a Senate trial."

Anakin snorted softly. "I can see why," he murmured. "They would tear her to shreds. Anyway, doesn't she fall under our jurisdiction, being as she is Force-sensitive and not involved with politics in any way?"

"That's what we thought," Obi-Wan sighed. "But the Chancellor is being rather stubborn about this."

Anakin exhaled slowly, softly, through his nose. He slowly walked over to the pair sitting on the couch, and sat down where there was more room: next to Ventress. "So, Holonet just made a broadcast that says the Chancellor was arrested." He set his elbows on his spread knees, and let his hands hang down between them. "Would that have anything to do with it?"

Obi-Wan felt an uncontrollable smile work its way across his face. "Ah, it has everything to do with it," he said softly. "Oh, thank the Force…we're all safe."

Ventress's icy blue eyes hesitantly slid open, and her hand travelled down to her stomach. "So, do you still want the baby?"

"Of course," Obi-Wan said, sounding rather appalled. "This child is breaking down barriers, Ventress. Besides, it's an expression of our love for each other and our unity. How can you think that I wouldn't want it?"

"Her," Ventress said softly. "It's a girl."

Obi-Wan raised a brow. "How do you know?" he asked. Ventress smiled. Instead of answering, she reached over, took his free hand, and guided it to her stomach. She set his hand down on her abdomen, and waited for a moment. Obi-Wan focused within the Force, searching for the tiny signature that would be Ventress's baby. He seemed both shocked and delighted when he found it.

"Oh, my…Asajj, it's beautiful!"

Ventress smiled, and leaned on Obi-Wan once again. "She has her father's eyes," she whispered. "I can see her in the Force already: she has her father's eyes and nose, her mother's mouth, some of her father's hair, her mother's skin and figure, and her father's Force-sensitivity. Obi-Wan, she'll be a Jedi."

Anakin, however, was beyond appreciating this. While he and Padme had had sex, he wasn't worried about pregnancies just yet. Some people knew how to use protection. He rolled his eyes, stood up, and left. "Yeah, so by way of explanation, I get a love story and a baby," he said, heading into the kitchen. "Thank you so much! I definitely needed that!"

Ventress smiled softly, and closed her eyes. "Is he going to wake up in the middle of the night screaming?" she asked. But, despite the caring overtones of the question, her undertones and facial expressions were decidedly bored and uncaring.

"No," Obi-Wan said lightly.

"Then I don't care. Baby in three months, and morning sickness in one. I have enough to worry about, and stress isn't good for the baby."

A/N: This chapter's title is: AWKWARD!!