Hello! Ok, so it wasn't a month, but the exams are OVER! Yes, OVER! I'm so happy! :D

Well, here it is and I hope you enjoy. SashaMonroe; the plans will be revealed in this chapter... though perhaps there may be more... ;)

Here we go!

Chapter 18. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

'Oh, Obi-Wan…' The beautiful Satine drew a pale finger across the sleeping Jedi's cheek, her finger tenderly grazing over a small drying laceration on his cheek bone. 'Look at yourself,' A ghostly smile curled at the edges of her rosy lips as she looked upon him.

She un-expectantly chuckled softly.

"You always get yourself into these situations," She chided, her fingers now gliding over to mess idly with his auburn hair. "As Anakin tells me."

The Jedi Master's face remained blank, relaying that he may possibly not even be hearing a word she said to him. His pasty white eye lids only flickered slightly, as if he was struggling to wake up. His lips parted slightly and a small breath slipped past his lips, followed by a restless moan.

Her smile decreased slightly. "Shh," She soothed softly, caressing a brow across his creased forehead like a breeze of air. "Rest; don't try to wake up so soon."

His forehead eased as did his face, and he calmed.

"Anakin's done a good job on you," She commented." He's quite a good medic."

The small cut she had received from being smacked on the cheek by the commando droid had been stitched neatly.

Footsteps from behind drew her attention, and she looked back to rest her oceanic gaze on Anakin, Ahsoka and the others all standing by discussing plans to eradicate Death Watch from Mandalore.

"I'm needed now," She softly whispered to him, love shining in her eyes. "Rest now."

She proceeded to stand from the wooden chair next to Obi-Wan's makeshift bed and turned to walk away when a small tug stopped her.

She turned her upper body slightly behind her and found Obi-Wan's hand grasping her sleeve tightly. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was still unconscious. Satine chuckled.

"So you could hear me," She chided lightly. "You want me to stay?"

"Uhh…" Was the moan she received in response, his head rolling over to face her, and eyes flickering open for a second in which he glanced a quick image of her to settle his mind with the wash of peace that filled him upon seeing her.

"Fair enough." She sat back down next to him and resumed tangling her fingers through his hair, his hand slowly travelling down to hold onto hers loosely.

Anakin marched impatiently from left to right beside the desk, his feet carrying his legs in long strides. Finally, he stopped abruptly in front of the desk and slammed his hands down upon the wooden table, bending his body forwards so he was leaning in closely towards the others who were all seated around the table in a semi-circle.

"Look at these!" Anakin barked urgently, his eyes reflecting the true urgency of the situation they now found themselves in as he gestured towards the data file he had discovered mere hours ago.

The data pad contained Death Watches plans.

A fleet of Separatist droids of all models prepped for a full scale invasion of any planet and armed for any siege. Dozens of flag ships with the latest plasma cannons were equipped. And flag posts, blasters, grenades, bombs and a whole arsenal of weapons were ordered for transport.

The equipment was diabolical, as much as the plan that they had which formed into Anakin's mind from all of this.

When you have weapons like these, you usually plan to start a full scale war on any kind of life.

"These monsters are planning a full scale war!" He announced, his now icy glare staring determinedly into everyone elses stares intensely.

Garen shrugged, not seeming bothered. "So?"

Anakin looked at him sharply, his eyes blazing a wild fire.

"This is enough to virtually take or destroy a planet if they wish! With all the fleet, garrison and arsenal they have here, Force, they could dig into the Earth of a planet and blow it to pieces with all of this! Not to mention, there's more!"

He pointed to a scale of something on the next page of the data pad. "You see that?" He asked, his mechanical finger of his gloved hand still tracing the design pattern.

"Aye." Garen nodded, leaning back on his seat and folding his arms across his wide, masculine chest.

"That's those drills that nearly buried us alive back in that cavern," The Jedi Knight explained hotly. "Those are what can be used to dig into the core. Did you not see them when we were nearly skewered by them?"

The younger and physically larger man snorted, and with sarcasm literally dripping from his tongue, he said, "No, not really. I was rather busy attempting to claw my way out of the cavern alive."

It took all of his self-control not to roll his eyes. Anakin was growing increasingly impatient with this man who didn't seem to take anything too seriously. It was like the war was raging across the galaxy and he didn't even notice. He was too laid back for Anakin's liking.

"Not to mention there's some type of prototype plasma bomb that releases a deadly radiation that kills anyone it comes into contact with!" Anakin rambled. "Plus, the force of the explosion alone is enough to rip the planet from the inside out!"

"What? No atom bomb that will rip the very fabric of space in two!" Garen joked sarcastically.
Everyone in the room glared at him in silence, with the exception of Satine and Obi-Wan, whom did not hear.

"Sorry," He apologized, eyes downcast. "I'll just… go over there and… sit." He got up slowly and walked over to some crates, perching himself heavily on once, shoulders slack.

Anakin cleared his throat to draw the attention of everyone back towards him. "No... this is a bomb that will spread a deadly radiation across the planets surface, inhabiting the air, intoxicating all life, causing terrible illness and mutation until death. So, we need to stop this."

"Obviously." Cari blurted, leaning her chair back to where it was balancing on three legs and her own weight.

"How do we plan to stop a fleet with this magnitude?" Ducard inquired. "We don't exactly have the muscle to stop it." He gestured to himself, Garen, Cari, Halle and Mas, whom all looked blankly at the Jedi, though their eyes betrayed their apprehension.

Anakin smiled. "Sometimes brains are better than brawn," He commented quietly, determination lacing his voice and shining in his eyes like burning stars. "And sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures."

And so they all stood there, hunched over the plans, figuring how they could stop something that seemed so impossible as the last flickering ebbs of the lamp that stood over the plans died away.

And there we go! Ok, so perhaps the plan that Death Watch has isn't so extraordinary or an extravaganza, but hey! Its a try. :D

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