I hope people like the chapter sizes. I've been trying to get about a thousand words per chapter, but that doesn't always work with the breaks I want to put in it, so bare with me while I find the right rhythm for this.

By the way, I love the fact that Word2007 knows the correct spelling for Obi-Wan Kenobi and lightsabre. I'll have to see how far this goes!

Jedi Angel001: I definitely liked the idea of Anakin being the calm one, still having all that power but just much better at dealing with it and Obi as the one who's a little less stable, shall we say! I can easily see Obi's devotion for the Jedi order getting transferred to his new 'family' with the Naboo and I'm glad that has come across. Yes, what will happen when Yoda turns up, I wonder(?)

Thanks again to my reviewers, hope the future stuff entertains.

/I think I like this Jedi,/ Kenobi thought as he took the speeder controls.

He swooped the speeder down to follow the brilliant white streak through the force he knew was Anakin and saw it shoot off south as he hit the bounty hunters ship. The chase was fast and furious, with the small craft weaving in and out of traffic, allowing Kenobi to gain on the pitching craft.

A force warning had him shoot his hand up and the hilt of a sabre sank comfortably into his palm and he set it down beside him.

The small craft ahead was smoking badly and descended rapidly. Kenobi found they were sinking to the club district. The small craft made land fall and Kenobi sensed Anakin roll off the ship and start to give chase on foot, so he landed his speeder ahead of the pair and double backed to them, hilt in hand.

The bounty hunter dashed into a garish looking place as Kenobi and Anakin met just outside.

"He/She went in there to hide!" they said simultaneously and both smiled at each other for their combined thought.

"He is a she," commented Anakin, "and she is a changeling." Kenobi nodded at this new information.

"You ever deal with one before?" he asked of the Jedi. Anakin shook his head as they moved inside.

"They can be a little tricky, you'll probably need this," and as he passed the Jedi he tossed the lightsabre hilt over his shoulder.

"Thanks, you head to the bar, I'll flush her out to you," and he moved into the crowd.

"I'll get a drink then," Kenobi said to himself, happy to let Anakin take the lead. It was actually refreshing to be the decoy for a change and it did mean he could order a shot of Coruscant ale while he was there.

"You wanna buy some death sticks?" asked the Balosar who had come up next to him. Kenobi laughed and put his arm around the young creature's shoulders, then pulled him close to whisper in his ear.

"You don't want to sell me death sticks."

"I don't want to sell you death sticks."

"You want to go home and rethink your life."

"I want to go home and rethink my life."

"There's a good chap," said Kenobi as he squeezed the lad's shoulders gently and then slapped him on the back as the figure moved off. He turned to the customer next to him and indicated the receding Balosar.

"Great kid," he said earnestly. The patron nodded, looking a little confused and went back to his drink as Kenobi finished his. Anakin was returning from his sweep of the bar and Kenobi sensed the changeling was close.

A force warning had him spin around, his blaster raised and a single shot rang through the bar. The changeling yelped, clutching her right hand that had been aiming her own blaster at Kenobi's back, the blaster now a molten mass on the floor.

"Jedi business," called Anakin with his most authoritative voice. Force enhanced as it was, Kenobi understood the general murmur from the crowd as everyone turned back to what they had been doing.

Kenobi swung the hunter's good arm over his shoulder and hoisted her up and they left the bar out a back entrance where the hunter collapsed to the floor, still clutching her decimated hand.

"Who hired you?" demanded Anakin, getting into her face, but she remained stoic.

"Tell us now, or I blast your other hand off," said Kenobi quietly, deliberately and with much conviction.

The woman looked with fear at the two men, first Kenobi and then Anakin. One hand gone was bad enough, but both and she was as good as dead in her line of work when she considered the enemies she had accumulated over the years.

Anakin laid a restraining hand on Kenobi's shoulder, which the former padawan shrugged it off.

"Jedi have rules that I don't have time for right now. Tell us!" intensifying his demand with his own force enhanced authority.

"It was a bounty hunter named..." A toxic dart shot into her neck and Kenobi released her to the floor, looking up to the assassin who had fired the shot. His hand went to his blaster and he fired as the hunters jet pack spurted to life.

A shot pierced the casing, sending the bounty hunter crashing behind the building he had been perched on. Kenobi leapt to his feet to chase down the fallen figure.

"Come on!" he yelled over his shoulder at Anakin, who was tending to the dying woman. He removed the dart from her neck, but the poison had done its job well and she died moments later. He secured the curious dart in his belt and turned to where Latterie had been only to find him gone from the scene. The strange force signature he had come to associate with the security chief was brightening with the chase and very easy to follow. It seemed he was becoming less able to shield himself from the padawan.

"I'm not done with you yet, Latterie," he said quietly as he joined the chase.