A/N: There may be some small edits later to this chapter, but I wanted to get this out for you guys tonight. Keep in mind everything that occurred in canon still occurred, aside from Ahsoka's trial arc. Please let me know your thoughts! Happy Easter!

Rex stood anxiously outside of Emperor Palpatine's office door. He knew he had to make that man, or whatever he was now, extremely convinced that he was on the side of the empire, and that Ahsoka was dead. He was hoping the emperor did not notice how he was unlike the other clones. In fact, he was more in control of his thoughts and actions now more than any time in the past.

When Fives yelled about the Chancellor being corrupted before his death, Anakin took it as delirium or nonsense. Rex, however, couldn't get his mind off of it all. Fives was a good friend that he trusted with his life. As out-of-his-mind as he was, Rex could not shake the nagging feeling that there was truth to his words.

He had to discover the truth about what happened to Fives, and he knew where to start: Kamino. He approached Coric one evening in the clone mess on Corosaunt.

"You want to investigate more?" Coric whispered shocked at what the captain was implying.

"I don't think this was some illness or 'malfunction'," Rex quietly replied. "General Skywalker mentioned awhile back that the Kamonians were a bit hostile toward Shaak Ti while she was there. I know the Jedi have dismissed the whole situation, but I need to know for sure. You should have heard the things Fives was saying. I need to know if there is truth to any of it."

"Well, if you're trying to keep this away from the Republic I…I'm not quite sure how exactly you're going to do that. If they find out, they could see it as treason, Captain!"

"I know. These past few months have been driving me insane, though. I need to know the truth for my own sanity. I think I know a way to do this without causing a fuss, but we'll have to be extremely cautious…"
"Wait, we?" Coric asked hesitantly.

"Yes. I need your help to complete this mission, solider. I know its risky and I am not ordering you to help, but as a clone and a doctor aren't you a little curious about what happened? Don't you want to know more?"
Coric contemplated this for a moment and then sighed. "You're right," he admitted. "What's your plan? We need to go to Kamino but, we can't make it look suspicious since the Jedi would not approve."

"We have the next week off due to General Skywalker's new Council position, so we have the time, and I think the kid can hook us up with a transport."

"You really think Ahsoka will help us?"
"She was away on a mission when the incident happened. I was in the hanger when the general told her about it. She was very upset that the council was not looking into it more. The general had to calm her down."

"Her and Fives were close," Coric commented.

"I think she would be more than willing to help us."

"OK, I'll do it," Coric said with confidence. "For Fives."

"For Fives," Rex agreed.

Ahsoka groaned as she awakened. She was laying on a bench in the back of Obi-Wan's ship, and she could see through the window that they were in hyperspace.

"Master," Ahsoka tried to call, but her voice was still scratchy and it sounded more like a glorified whisper. She was thankful that he came through the doorway not a minute later.

"Oh good, I thought I sensed you awake. Of course, the Force is still quite clouded," Obi-Wan greeted sadly. He came closer and pulled back her blankets to look her over. She turned red when she realized the Jedi master had stripped her to her undergarments.

"What are those?" she quietly asked, noticing the fine lines where some of her blaster wounds were.

"I was quite low on bacta. Thankfully, I found some clip beetles during our pond incident. Their silk works great as stiches. Your wounds are coming along nicely," Obi-Wan explained, placing his hand on her forehead. He gave a small smile. "And your fever is beginning to fade. How are you feeling?"
"It hurts," she answered, attempting to sit up.

"I figured," Obi-Wan commented, grabbing another pillow to support her. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a pitcher and glass. He poured and brought her over a drink. "Here," he said holding out the cup to her. "It's an old Qui-Gon Jin pain remedy. It should help with your voice too. She tasted it and gave him a suspicious look.

"Is there alcohol in this?"

"I won't tell anyone," he smiled before realizing the significance of his words. There may not be anyone to tell.

There was an awkward silence.

"I don't know what hurts worse: my wounds or the fact that my own troopers caused them," Ahsoka commented.

"It was sudden," Obi-Wan agreed.

"What…Why…How?" Ahsoka wasn't even sure where to begin with the questions.

"I wish I had more answers for you, my dear. All I know is that the clones were under a command higher than the Order. There numbers overwhelmed us all, and led to many losses, as well as the loss of the Republic."

"You…" Ahsoka's voiced cracked. "You said Anakin was dead, but I can still sense him," Ahsoka said, closing her eyes. "It's clouded, though," she commented. "What happened to him?" she asked, looking him in the eye. He walked over and sat beside her, sighing.

"Where do I begin?" he asked, putting an arm around the now fragile padawan.