A/N: As a lot of you noticed, Chapter 3 decided to be a poo sack and crap out on me last night. I just got home and hopefully, this will actually show up. God, Fanfiction, you're so mean sometimes. Thank you all for the kind reviews and thank you ecto1B once again for being my beautiful beta!

Chapter 3

Who the Hell Are You Guys?

Senator Organa raised his booming voice to silence the uproar of vicious comments bouncing back and forth from the Separatist and Republic sides of the senate. The older man cleared his throat once. The dimly lit arena which held the meetings normally was in hype today with the arrival of yet another day without word from Senator Amidala and her crew.

Bail almost regretted sending his friend to such a mysterious and possibly hostile place without knowing what was out there. He cringed and the thought of death made him sick. The last thing he wanted was for someone to get hurt on this mission.

Yet, it was simple enough: travel to the far outer rim to a newly discovered solar system. There was a planet there with energy readings, billions of little life signatures, just waiting to be found. The planet was round and green, full of lush vegetation and plenty of water. The Republic saw new allies, while the Separatists saw rare metals were in abundance, new workers and more money that could be made.

It instantly became a race. The Republic and Separatists were suddenly at it, each session in senate becoming a verbal war between two sides. To be frank, Bail Organa was tired of it, and as he ran a hand through his thinning black hair, he spoke up.

The larger arena-like palace of hover bards suddenly quieted. Organa took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the cool pattern in the metal on the dashboard subconsciously.

A quip was made from the other side of the Senate room and suddenly everyone was in an uproar again. Different languages were being shouted, and for a second, Organa thought he was going to scream out in frustration.

Taking a sharp breath, he could smell the lingering twinge of sweat in the air, no doubt from the high nerves and high strung debates.

"Please, ladies and gentlemen. This is not a matter worth arguing over—"

"Not worth arguing over?" Nute Gunray quipped from his pedestal among a few other Neimoidians, "You're scouting team has not reported back in several days, Senator Organa. I believe it is only safe to assume that Senator Amidala and her friends were killed by the natives. It seems they were unable to fend for themselves—"

"All due respect, Gunray, but they arrived on that planet with Jedi escorts and clone troopers. If anything, they have simply lost contact," Organa rebutted, the soft murmurs of conversation running throughout the senate session, "Please, before we send anyone else. Give them time. They will contact us."

Nute Gunray's slimy green skin pulled downward into a scowl as many pedestals swung forward in agreement with Organa's statement. The Separatist growled and clenched a tight fist beneath his podium. The Neimoidian sat back down in his leather seat, only before muttering into his hooded associate's ear:

"Call the bounty hunter. I'll give him 10,000 credits if he bring me Amidala's head. This planet is ours for the taking."

Nutarniq, Alaska

10:34 am

Sheriff's office

"Quit the whole alien talk, ma'am. I don't care about your 'diplomatic mission'. I wanna know why half of my town is without power because you were stupid enough to crash your plane into the power lines. You coulda killed someone. We nearly killed ourselves gettin' you outta your wreckage."

Padme Amidala snapped her mouth shut as the large sheriff eyed her hostilely. Padme really had no idea what to think of this man, but it seemed by his actions and dress, he had a high stature in the planet they were on.

"Please, just bring us to your leader—"

"Will you shut up? Aliens don't exist, stranger. There isn't any other life out there. Just shut your trap before I have it shut for you."

To her left, Anakin Skywalker let out a low growl. Before the hot headed Jedi Knight could say something offense, the blonde bearded man to his far right cut him off.

"We're terribly sorry for the inconveniences we must have caused you, sheriff. But, please, you must understand, we are not from this planet," the man explained, "We are not lying."

Sheriff Mayer leaned on the table a bit, only before eyeing all three of the handcuffed detainees, "I'll be back. Not any of you should move a muscle."

The let his two fingers trail across each of their forms, making visual eye contact before muttering, "I got my eyes on you" and prodding them right towards Anakin. The Jedi only frowned before wiggling in his chair as a sad attempt to get free.

As soon as the door closed, Chu jumped five feet away from the evidence table, causing Olivia to smile.

"Chu, I told you a million times, don't touch any of that. Olivia, he's almost your kid. You reprimand him."

Olivia shrugged tiredly, "Eh. I can't control him."

From the cells located behind Olivia's slumped over form, a few chuckles rose. The men that sat inside now had weak smiles on their faces, while the one nursing his chest wound coughed a bit in a failed attempt at laughing.

Liv sighed.

It was all getting crazy. They all insisted they weren't from this planet. From places like Ka-mean-o or places like Nabbed-oo. To be honest, Olivia didn't know what to say for the first time in her life. As a radio host, she always had her way with words. But, as the woman sat and twirled the end of her brown ponytail in her hands, she couldn't find words.

The funniest part was, there were 5 men: Rex, Hardcase, Jesse, Fives, and Echo, who all looked the same. Not, they had the same hair or eye color, the same. Full on, they were the same exact person, the same. With each one of out the wreckage, the possibility for twins, or triplets seemed to fade quickly.

She eyed the men once more before her eyes fell on the man they called, 'Captain'.

'Who the hell are you guys?'