I'm trying to separate my comments from the text using italics, this time, 'cause I'm not having much luck with other techniques. I use Word2007 for typing this, so if any one has any tips on doing this, please let me know!

Jedi Angel001: Yep, you can understand the poor chap hating healers so much, the number of times us writers have him visiting! I also knew the whole secrecy thing wouldn't last once Yoda showed up and I thought this would be a good moment to do that.

Shinen no Hikari: Wow! Cool! Thanks for that, I had no idea Yoda wasn't Dooku's master! It won't effect this story, but it's good to know, thank you.

Okey Dokey, let's get back to it, then!

"Something has happened to Nawe, hasn't it?"

"Corde asked him to pick something up for her at the Dawn Market this morning, but he hasn't come back yet. We were starting to get concerned when we got the word you were awake. I have Lt Danova and Cpl Nacto out looking for him now, but it seems odd, him disappearing like that. The ladies are confined to the apartment, just in case this is another attack on us. It's probably nothing, the boy probably got lost again!"

A dark shadow in the force was descending over the room and a horrific thought came to Kenobi's mind, a vision of Nawe in a hangar on the planet's surface, his body trembling at the punishment inflicted on it by black and red tattooed hands, all for Kenobi's benefit. He gasped and gulped down several breathes as the sith's voice slipped into his mind.

"Come alone," was all it said as it flashed through his mind, the touch lingering a little too long for comfort and Kenobi shivered as it left a dark streak in his mind behind it.

"I have to leave, now!" he said and he threw back the covers of his bed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Typho got up to assist, but looked at the Captain with horror.

"Sir, we just got you back, don't you think you should be taking things easy." He helped steady Kenobi as he stood on shaky legs. The shock of the sith entering his mind galvanized his body into action and the call to sleep was suddenly suppressed under those shields he had spent ten years perfecting.

"Help me get my clothes, there's a good chap," he requested of Typho who continued to stare at his crazy friend.

"You can't leave, Sir!" he exclaimed as Kenobi made his way to the closet, trying to make it on his own, but leaning on Typho a little. He opened the closet door to reveal a pristine, new uniform. He looked questioningly at the Lt.

"The senator insisted on a new uniform, Sir," Kenobi took it out and examined it, the breastplate a fine leather-durasteel weave, the blue under shirt freshly pressed. His officer's hat was his old, familiar helm and he examined it closely. He placed it on Typho's head and smiled, immensely saddened by his hew decision.

"It's yours now, Typho, old man. Keep them safe," he said as he carefully put on his clothes, his chest feeling tight again, but his urgency to get to Nawe overcoming his injury.

"I…I can't take this, Sir,"

"I hereby promote you to Captain, my old friend. If it doesn't fit, get it adjusted, it's got a good few years left in it."

"No, Sir, I can't, I don't understand! I'm not - "

"If you say you're not ready, I'll knock you flat on your back," came Kenobi's hasty reply. "Look, 'Captain', this was always meant to be your command. And now the balance of things is returned."

"Why? You're not hurt that badly, Sir, you are leaving, afterall!"

"This has nothing to do with my health, my friend. It has everything to do with the preservation of yours and the others."

"You know where Nawe is, don't you, and you're going after him."

"Absolutely, Captain," replied Kenobi getting his boots on.

"Stop calling me that, Sir!"

"It's who you were always meant to be, Typho old man. Accept that and we can move on to rescuing that lad of ours."

Typho, still concerned and confused by his captains actions realized Latterie had never let them down once in his years of service to the Naboo people and he believed him when he said he would rescue Nawe, so for the time being, until all this craziness was sorted out, he would assume the temporary position as captain until Latterie came to his senses.

"OK, then, let's get moving. Wait, how do you know where Nawe is, anyway?"

Kenobi was dressed and heading out the door when he paused and remembered Medic Kravis. How was he going to get passed her? Oh well, it's not like he could hide who he was any longer if he was going to get to Nawe in time. He spun on his old friend and motioned him to the bed.

"Well, it's a little hard to explain. You should probably sit down here." He had Typho sit on the bed.

"You see," he sighed heavily as he prepared himself to reveal the truth, "I used to be a Jedi padawan, which means I can do this rather well." He laid his hand on Typho's forehead and sent the strongest sleep suggestion he had ever attempted.

The large man sank back gently onto the bed as Kenobi guided his body into a more comfortable position.

"I'm most terribly sorry, my friend, but I have to move." Typho wouldn't be asleep for long, Kenobi could already feel his subconscious fighting off the suggestion, but it would do to get Kenobi out.

He pushed the call button and Medic Kravis was immediately there. Her shocked face was exactly what Kenobi had been hoping for as she moved over to the sleeping Typho.

"Oh my goodness, what happened here?"

"I don't know, he was fine and then suddenly he was flat on his back like that."

She turned to get help when she noticed Kenobi's attire.

"Wait, what are you doing out of bed and in that get up?"

"That's what concerns you?" said Kenobi as horrified as he could fake. "See to Typho, now!" he yelled at her and she immediately returned to tending to the new Captain.

"I need a med-cart in here," she called over the comm. and Kenobi moved closer to the door. Moments later in rushed four other medics pulling in the med-cart and Kenobi took his opportunity to slip out of the room and to the transport bay.

A garish orange speeder was his only choice, but he started it up with no problems and shot over the Coruscant city-scape, flashes of Nawe's torment bombarding his vision. He was running out of time.