Location: Unknown Planet, far Outer-Rim, 41 days after Battle of Geonosis, Earth year 2035

Tens awoke slowly and looked around. As his eyes came into focus he took in his surroundings. He sat at a table in a small blazingly white room. He found that his arms and legs had been constrained to the chair he was sitting in. The wall in front of him consisted of what he presumed was a solid glass panel. To his right near the glass wall there was a door, which was also white. Even the table he was sitting at was white.

With a sudden shiver, Tens realized that not only was his helmet off, but all of his armor was. He was only wearing his suits bodyglove. 'Luckily whoever these people are, they have some sense of common decency. Where am I anyways?'

Suddenly, the door to his right opened. In walked two of the black masked uniformed soldiers, the same who had captured them earlier.

They went to stand on either side of him. Moments later a woman walked in and sat down across from him. She's dressed in what Tens thought was military type clothing. Not once did she look up at him. She proceeded to bring out what Tens took as a data pad, though it was different from what he saw in the GAR. A few moments of silence passed, then she finally asked him a question, still looking down at her data pad.

"Who are you? And why have you come to our world?" she asked softly.

After considering what he should and shouldn't tell these new people he replied in a strong tone, "I am Clone Trooper 20-1010 of the Grand Army of the Republic. You can call me Tens. I came here with my men by mistake." He regarded here with cool disdain. He didn't appreciate how visitors were treated on this world.

After a moment's pause the woman asked another question, "What are your intentions?"

Great, he loved how vague these questions were.

"I wasn't planning on hurting anyone if that's what you mean. However that could change quickly," he paused, glancing at his guards amused with his own wishes, then looking back to the woman he continued, "First I need to know where my men are?" he asked slowly, putting an emphasis on his question.

"They are safe, I assure you… They're clones too, aren't they?" she asked still looking at her data pad.

"Yes, they are my brothers. If anything becomes of them…" he started.

"Nothing will, I promise," she interrupted.

"What guarantee is that?" he yelled, then continued; "We arrive to your planet, step off our ship and are immediately assaulted, bound and knocked out. How do I know you aren't torturing them or sending them off to be 'reconditioned'?" he questioned angrily. Something odd occurred while he was yelling, the table moved without being pushed by anyone. Tens was so angry at the moment, he didn't realize it.

Both guards shifted next to him, bringing their guns higher. He realized then that these people probably didn't know exactly what it meant to be 'reconditioned'.

"Because…" she said, then turning around she pointed to the glass. Behind her the right half of the black glass panel turned clear. Reveling a blindfolded Right'eye, Riot & Jumps, to the visible relief of Tens. They were standing in a small room by a door and were being guarded by at least a dozen of the black suited soldiers.

After a few moments of letting relief wash over him he continued, "Look, I am just a soldier, not a diplomat. My main concern is getting me and my brother's home. I have no ill will towards your world. If you let us go, I can contact the Republic, and then they can send their diplomats here to talk. If you don't, when they come looking for us, they will not approve of your handling of us," Tens warned, looking back to the woman.

"I wish it were that simple," she replied, looking at him for the first time. Her face was stern and her black hair slicked back, her blue eyes staring right through him. Tens had never really been with a woman before and the fact that this one was interrogating him, with little emotion, intimidated him.

"Why can't it be that simple, what's stopping you?" he asked agitated.

"What do you know of our star system?" she asked ignoring his question.

"Nothing, it showed up as an uncharted outer rim planetary system. Which means that few if anyone has traveled here," he answered truthfully.

Looking back to his brothers, he noticed Right'eye mouthing some words, 'Separatist here' over and over again.

Tens could only make out 'Separatist' but that's when it hit him. With sudden urgency, and realization of the threat they posed to this planet, Tens demanded, "Take me to one of your leader's. I just realized that we might have brought some unwanted guests to your star system. I need to speak to someone with authority immediately."

Tens would have to thank Right'eye for that later. It didn't surprise him that Right'eye had thought of it and not him. They fled the destroyer in a diplomatic ship, and for the Sepp's that was like dangling a pair of new Lightsabers in front of General Grievous.

The woman was actually taken back by such a sudden and urgent demand. She started to reply, "You mean the Separatists came with…" when suddenly the door opened once again and in walked more soldiers, escorting his blindfolded brothers and another man. He was dressed in a suite and looked very rushed. Tens barely even registered that she had said 'Separatist'. He hadn't mentioned them and he doubted that his brothers had either. He would have to ask these people about that later.

Tens was surprised when the man ordered the soldiers to untie him. The same was done for his brothers, who were brought to the left side of the room with Tens. The interrogator left and more official's filled in behind the glass, where Tens brothers had just been. It was obvious that they had listened in on their conversation.

Quickly composing himself, the new man introduced himself.

"Hello, um…welcome to the Planet Earth. My name is James R. Elliott. I am the Vice President of the United States of America. It is good to finally meet you all in person."

After a brief pause, he continued with a more solemn tone, "I am sorry for the way that you have been handled but it was deemed necessary at the time. But now that we know who you really are, we need your help."

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A/N: So it looks like our friends might get help after all, or end up giving some.

Some of you want to know why the President was contacted first. Well, this story takes place around 2035, or around a month into the clone wars. Anyways in my story, the UN has a lot more power than it has now, the US is one of the main power players behind this. With a new world congress and judicial system established for international issues, current protocol's are changed. And yes, even in this story the US is bending their own rules. Something to do with heightened tensions with China. What's new?

I intend to work a lot of this and much more into the plot later on, be patient. As always review, any ideas are warmly welcomed. I do not own Star Wars...

(Updated 6-20-13)