Obi-Wan desperately wanted to curse in every language he could speak when their small transport flew over the battlefield. Anakin and the two clone squads were sitting on the silver plate. They had nowhere to run with high mountains in their back and more and more battle droids were climbing through the only partly blocked path between the high cliffs.

"Skywalker is no strategist, is he?" Blade wanted to know.

Obi-Wan groaned and rubbed his temple with his right hand, his left hand on his hip. "No, he is certainly not. Alright, I would suggest that we block the path to protect our companions from further droids. Then we should position our troops on the cliffs. We would have the advantage of high grounds then."

Blade nodded, "We'd have to block the other side of the path too and we have to be careful on the edges, otherwise we will be shot down alongside rocks and debris."

"We also need a few men with Anakin to help there."

"I will take care of that," Ben's voice rang through the communicator in Obi-Wan's ear. "Just concentrate on your plan, I will deal with the rest."

"Understood," Obi-Wan locked gazes with Blade who nodded and started giving orders.

Soon things were going as planned. The ships were able to damage the cliffs enough that a high wall of debris was blocking the oncoming battle droids' path. The same was done on the other side so that the mindless machines were trapped. Ben's transported landed on the cliffs behind Anakin's position and he gave order to his men as well. Obi-Wan had quickly understood that this group was made of the clones that were unable to actually fight in close combat. He saw a few snipers taking their place, one of them had a slightly different muster on his armour and the Jedi guessed that he had to be their leader. Prattle was with Ben too. He was probably activating his armed drones that would fly over the field and shot at the droids.

"Sir," Blade's voice brought the Jedi out of his musing. "The men are in position and wait for you command."

"Then do it," he commanded in his General voice and Blade nodded.

"You heard the man!" the clone Commander shouted, "Shoot and don't let a single one of those clankers escape!"

Obi-Wan meanwhile concentrated on Anakin and tried to see and signal him. A pair of macrobinoculars was handed to him. Blade gave him a knowing look and then concentrated back on his men.

Unfortunately for the ginger haired Jedi, both Anakin and Ahsoka were a blur on the field. He could not get a good look at his former Padawan and his current Grandpadawan, but he guessed that they had to be alright from the way they moved. He then scanned the battle field for cloned in yellowish-white armour and he was more than glad to see that the number of dead was not as high as he had feared. His gaze suddenly landed on a group of cloned from the Ghost Company that was completely surrounded by droids. Cody was among them and Rex was there too. They were obviously outnumbered Obi-Wan had to find a way to save him. Out of instinct did he move his gaze to the other side of the clearing, where Ben stood proudly, yet hidden from the sight of those who were fighting in the clearing. As if the older male felt the gaze that rested on him, he looked up and Obi-Wan thought that the Sith was not standing so far away, but right in front of him.

Lowering his binoculars, Obi-Wan activated his comlink. "Ben, a few clicks to your left is a group of clones, surrounded by the enemy..." he hesitated, "My Commander and Anakin's Captain are there."

"Understood," Ben answered and before he had uttered this single word, he was on the move. With fascination did the Jedi watch the Sith gaining speed before he reached the edge and jumped, red lightsaber ignited. The ginger haired Sith landed perfectly on two droids, which were smashed in the process and as soon as his feet had touched the floor, Ben was on the move again. Faster than the clones could shoot and faster than Obi-Wan could comprehend what was happening, the droids that had formed a circle around the clones, lay slaughtered in pieces on the dusted ground.

"You owe me for this, Kenobi," was said through the comlink and the Council member had no doubt that it was spoken loud enough for the clones to hear as well.

"I thought I already held my promise," Obi-Wan retorted cheekily and deflected some of the laser bolts that were now being shot at him and the men he was commending. His blue lightsaber flashed through the air and it familiar buzzing sound calmed his mind.

"I never agreed to participate myself," the Sith answered and from his side of the link, the sound of laser cutting through metal could be heard, "I promised you my men, nothing more."

"Alright, what do you want?"

"Death, destruction and despair," it was followed by an angry battle cry.

"Funny," Obi-Wan replied and he finally jumped down too. He had no desire to be here for the next millennia.

Ben chuckled, "I want the Sith holocron that I know your temple hides."
"Which one?" the Jedi prayed that his brother's clones would not shoot him.

"Ah," there was a pause on the other side, "the one about Force techniques."

Obi-Wan turned mid-strike and beheaded a droid, before doing a somersault to dodge a few blaster bolts. "I have absolutely no idea, what you are talking about," he panted.

The sound of battle stopped on the other side of the comlink, "Don't make me order my troop to kill yours," Ben's voice was ice cold. "I hate liars," he added.

"I'm not lying," he silently cursed when his brother's men stopped shooting, "I have no idea what holocron you mean. We have no way of opening it and therefore no idea what information they contain." The shooting started again and the ginger haired Jedi allowed himself to exhale in relief.

Ben growled, "It's shaped like a pyramid, I think."

"We have at least two of those," he motioned for the men to concentrate on the droids that were starting to break through the debris.

"Then look at them and give me a mental picture," the Sith suggested.

Under normal circumstances, Obi-Wan would have closed his eyes and thought about it, but that would have meant his certain death. That and the choice was fairly easy actually. Either a holocron they could not read, or the lives of countless men.

"Done," he promised.

"Great," Obi-Wan whirled around in surprise and shock, when the voice did not answer through the comlink, but came right from behind him. And truly, in all his dark glory, there stood Sith Lord Darth Ombro, eyes shining in a mad gold.

"Ben..."

The Sith still clutched his red lightsaber in his right hand, which rested lazily near his hip. He had a reversed grip on his sword handle, so that the blade was running behind his back. He raised his left hand and Obi-Wan saw how the lightning formed in his palm. Not a moment later bluish-white lightning ran through the ranks of the battle droids, destroying almost all of them. Force lightning was one of the few techniques that Obi-Wan truly admired. He distantly remembered how he had practically begged Qui-Gon to go out with him so that he could watch the thunder storm. The tall Jedi Master had been surprised but also strangely gentle the first time Obi-Wan had asked him, only a few weeks after he had been apprenticed to that man.

"Obi-Wan... Obi-Wan," Ben's voice brought him back to the reality. Ben's gaze had softened too, as if he knew what his younger brother had been thinking about. Or maybe he had just caught onto the changed emotional state he had been in. "Let's go to that bantha head of yours, Blade will take care of the rest."

The ginger haired Jedi did not need to guess long who his brother meant with bantha head. "Lead the way..."

I hope you liked this chapter. I would be really happy if you leave a few comments. Thanks to those who already did!^^

It's getting serious in the next chapter... Anakin and Ben will meet (again) O.o