So, my actual job is in need of my attention! Updates are going to be a little less frequent, but I'll still try to keep updating as much as I can, I'm having too much fun with this thing! I hope chapter 12 wasn't too bad, I had some editing issues and I'm still not completely happy with it, but for the way the story pans out, I hope it makes sense.

Mrs Kenobi: The Anakin personality transplant was a deliberate move. I kind-of had the same feeling about Anakin, although I do understand the reasoning behind the angsty lad running around in AOTC. It just really got on your nerves after a bit, poor chap. As for Jango and Maul, as soon as I came up with that pairing I instantly had the whole relationship worked out and I hope you like where that relationship turns out. I'm a big fan of the old cliffhanger technique, so you can expect more of those in the future!

Thanks again for the continued interest. Please keeping reviewing, it's really fun to do these chapter intros.

"Well, that went better than I expected!" Kenobi was surprised at Yoda's attitude and grateful for his silence over his identity. He felt so tired and the thought of confronting the Council was daunting enough. He knew in his present condition it would be disastrous to face them.

He looked down to his chest to assess his current condition. Beneath his hospital gown, his chest was smothered with bandages, the smell of bacta hitting his nose again and he turned from the injury. He had obviously been submerged at some point so this was just the outer skin repairing now that the major internal injuries had been dealt with.

He let his head fall back to the pillows behind him and breathed slowly, composing himself. How would he begin to tell them?

A gentle knock on his door broke his train of thought and out of instinct his mental shields raised and he sat up off the pillows.

"Come in," he called, his dry mouth leading his voice to sound cracklier than he had intended. In came Medic Kravis with a tray and a pleasant smile.

"Oh, Captain Latterrie," she gave him a mockingly disapproving look," you really do get yourself into some trouble."

"All to see your delightful smile, Medic Kravis."

"Oh, I'm sure!"she placed the tray on the side table and checked his chest.

"How does it feel?" she asked, all professional.

"A little sore, but not too bad."

"Take some really deep breathes for me," she commanded and after the first couple he felt the tightness increasing, which she quickly noticed and motioned for him to slow down.

"Alright, light breaths again," she said and his breathing eased back to normal and the tightness lifted. He suddenly felt very tired again and sank deeper into the pillows.

"It will take a while for that tightness you're feeling to pass, so don't go over exerting yourself, OK?"

He nodded slowly as she placed the tray over his legs.

"It's not much, but you do need to eat, so try to get through this and I'll be back in a couple of hours to check on you."

"Do or do not, there is no try." Kenobi said half to himself. Medic Kravis, who had turned to leave turned back with a quizzical look.

"What rubbish! Of course you can try out something. How else will you know if you like it or not." She smiled and left.

He did try what she had presented but he really didn't feel terribly hungry at that moment and after only a few bites he pushed the tray away, his head feeling heavy, the strain of his encounter with Yoda overcoming his energy reserves and he dozed lightly for the rest of the afternoon. The next time he woke, Medic Kravis was trying to leave quietly with the tray so as not to wake him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said as she realized she had been unsuccessful.

"It's OK, I do feel a lot more refreshed after that little nap." He did feel better and his voice was returning t its usual strength.

"I'm glad to hear that," she said smiling, "are you up for a visitor?"

Internally Kenobi flinched, but kept that from the medic.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"Not Master Yoda, if that's what's concerning you. Crafty old bugger got around me, you weren't ready to see anyone so soon after waking from the tank. It had me concerned, anyway."

Kenobi smiled at Kravis' annoyance.

"Who is it then?" he asked again impatient to learn the truth.

"Oh, I think you'll be pleased," she said knowingly as she left, leaving Kenobi slightly confused.

In came Lt Typho, limping slightly, but on his feet, his left arm in a sling and his left eye patched up.

"Typho!" exclaimed Kenobi, "It's so good to see you!" his smile beamed at the young Lt who had seemed apprehensive on entering the room, but on Kenobi's response his big smile was reciprocated.

"Well, sit, take a load off, old man!" said Kenobi and indicated the chair by the bed.

"How do you feel?" he asked of his friend as he sat down.

Typho had to ease into the chair and did his best to hide his discomfort.

"Better than I look, I assure you, Sir," he said adjusting himself slightly as his body settled into the chair.

Kenobi's smile left his face as he studied his friend.

"I owe you an apology, Lt," he said looking down at his lap. Typho looked on his Captain with surprise. "It should have been me on the ramp, not you."

"Sir, you had your duty to protect the senator and from all accounts you didn't exactly come out of the incident unscathed. I'll take a side slice to a missing eye any day of the week, but we did our jobs, Sir, that's all anyone could have asked of us."

"Exactly," replied Kenobi, "now you can start believing that." He looked intently at Typho again. "You did good work that day, never forget that we didn't lose a single one of us up there. Dorme lives because of you. How is she, by the way?"

The question knocked Typho out from his deep thought on Kenobi's words.

"She's fine, her hands are completely healed and she had a rough couple of nights but she's traveling to join Senator Amidala tomorrow and I think heading home will do her some good. Corde and Sabe are remaining to decoy the senator."

"Wait, how long have I been asleep?"

"You were submerged for two days, Sir, and asleep for another two after that. We thought we'd lose you, Sir. It was touch and go for a while. That Jedi saved you, he gave some of his force energy, or something, I'm not sure about the details, but it sustained you until he could get you here. When Kravis finally said you were awake we were all relieved."

"No wonder I feel so darn tired." He was already feeling drowsy again, his body calling out for more rest, but he held it back. He had a feeling something somewhere was very wrong and that he'd need his strength soon. A sense of concern was rising inside him and he suddenly knew exactly who was at its center.

"How's Nawe?" he asked, studying Typho's face when the mention of the private had Typho look up intently into Kenobi's face.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Know what?" Kenobi pressed on, "Something has happened to him, hasn't it?