"So, what do you think of them?" Nemuri asked, settling down next to Obi Wan. While Aizawa was down in one of the main USJ enviro-domes with his students, watching as Thirteen and guest hero Kamui Wood showed how someone weak to fire should deal with a 3 alarm blaze, Obi Wan had decided to stay up in the control room, monitoring the students.

"Excited," Obi Wan said. "Eager. Hungry to get out there and fight."

"I get the sense that you aren't... thrilled with that," Nemuri said, glancing over at him.

Obi Wan sighed. "They have no idea what the world is really like. How much they are going to look back at this time, when they were safe and protected and there were others who could shoulder the burdens they are so eager to take on... and long for them desperately."

"Come on, being a little glum there, aren't you?"

"Look back at yourself when you were their age. Did you truly understand what it was like?"

Nemuri's smile fell. "No... no I didn't." She slouched in her chair. "Back then we all saw it as a game. Like... you have video games in your world?"

"Not the kind here," Obi Wan stated. "But I know of them thanks to Snipe."

"Snipe?" Nemuri asked, intrigued.

"When we'd arrived on Earth Snipe showed us the different gaming consoles that existed, figuring that we needed to keep ourselves entertained. I'm not sure what to think of them... I enjoy some quite a bit but others are a bit too... absorbing."

"Ahsoka and Anakin?" Nemuri asked.

~Two Weeks Ago

"Stop kill stealing!" Padme screamed, sitting cross legged on the couch, a headset with mic pressed against her cheek as she gripped her controller. "I swear if you snipe another person I am going to hunt you down and violate you with the rustiest blade I can find!"

"Then get better!" Dustinator314 said over her headset.

"Oh, I am better! You're just too pathetic to actually make a kill on your own!" She snapped her head towards Anakin when he made a little noise from where he sat in the armchair. "WHAT?!"

"...I can't decide if I'm scared or aroused," he admitted.

~MC~MC~MC~

Nemuri gestured towards the students. "When I was their age it all seemed like a video game. People didn't die... not really. NPCs died. We were... we were the heroes of the story." She shut her eyes. "It wasn't until Oboro that we realized just what being a hero meant."

Obi Wan nodded, not pressing her on who Oboro was; he could tell that just mentioning his name caused her distress, as her signature in the Force flickered with grief.

"They think they understand what it is like. That they've watched enough heroes fighting villains that they know what to do already. That the ones who died… they were careless or stupid or weak." Obi Wan shook his head. "So many Jedi Knights died during my life and there are very few I would have ever placed myself above… I still can't for some."

"Obi Wan…"

"Master Sifo-Dyas was blessed with visions of the future. I am too, though not nearly to the level he was. And mine came in dreams while his would appear in his mind during his waking hours. It made him one of the greatest saber masters in the order, for there were times that he could see one's attack before they made it." He shut his eyes. "We still don't know how he died but I truly believe he was betrayed by his closest friend, Count Dooku.

"Master Yaddle was wise… but also kind. Master Yoda did well with the younglings but for the newly made knights she was the one you went too… I was told as much by other knights. I never got a chance to speak with her because she died suddenly. We still don't know what caused her death.

"My Master, Qui Gon Jinn, was a rebel and a maverick. People think he hated the rules and wanted to do things his own way but they don't understand him at all… Master Qui Gon respected rules but only those that made sense to him. He had his own honor code and would never break that. He was a skilled duelist and one of the sharpest minds I'd ever met. Until I became a knight he had the best closure record in over 150 years."

"Obi Wan…" Nemuri said again.

But he continued on. "People say he died to a Sith. But he died because of his hubris. He believed that he could defeat that Sith Lord… I think he was ashamed at how he needed to be helped when he first confronted him. His master had always believed the Sith would return and thus Qui Gon was willing to accept before anyone else that they had. And he knew the Dark Side. It was… a personal thing for him, to deal with those that strayed from the light. So rather than wait for me he charged ahead… and I had to watch him be stabbed because of that."

Obi Wan waved at the window, gesturing at the students. On the monitors she could see that Bakugo was screaming about something while Inasa merely stared him down with a cocky smile that was clearly revving the explosive blond up. Aizawa was doing his normal thing of allowing the students to push to the very edge of the boundaries before snatching them back while the rest of the class watched, some trying to get Bakugo to calm down while others stared in rapt attention.

"Look at them all. Ida is too obsessed with rules. He's rigid and unbending… which means that every time pressure is put on him it will cause cracks to form. If he doesn't see a mind healer soon he is going to snap and when he does he'll either leave the hero business behind or do something he'll regret. Denki has allowed people to call him stupid so much that he believes it himself and thus he doesn't even try, which only creates a self fulfilling prophecy." His mouth twisted at that and Nemuri knew there was a story there. "Uraraka believes she can just be a Rescue Hero and thus doesn't really need to know how to fight… I hope Ahsoka can get it in her head that the medics are the ones that see the most fighting because a Hero who doesn't go into combat doesn't save lives… they cart away the dead. Bakugo… I am half tempted to allow him his wish to try one of these simulated disasters. Perhaps send him into the avalanche zone. Let him see what happens when the world refuses to back down just because he screams and rages."

"That's why they are here though," Nemuri said softly. "To learn."

"Yes… and we are here to send them off to be injured. To be broken and beaten. To die."

Nemuri finally shook her head and stood up, grabbing Obi Wan's hand and tugging him up. "Come on, let's go."

"Pardon?" Obi Wan said, confused as she suddenly snapped out of her quietness and thus broke him out of the melancholy he'd begun to feel.

"You've made me rather depressed with all your talk of what the future holds. And thus the only way to move past it is to focus on the present. And I plan to do just that… and get you to do the same."

Obi Wan glanced back at the windows of the control room. "But we should really-"

"We should really go get something to eat!" Nemuri said with a teasing smirk, batting her eyelashes at him. "Come on now… I can tell you are someone who has lived his entire life doing exactly what they were told. Don't you just for once want to be naughty?" She nodded towards the door. "Let's go play hooky."

Obi Wan considered what she'd just said for a long moment before flashing a smirk that so many Separatists knew all too well… and had come to fear because it usually meant that things were about to shift from victory to failure.

"Well then, my dear, lead on. You can be my guide to… naughtiness." He used the force to snag his carry-all.

"First we need to get changed. I don't want to be mobbed by fans today. Would defeat the whole purpose of us sneaking off."

"Of course," Obi Wan said. "Though I suppose that will give me time to compile all the tales of when I wasn't a perfect little Padawan."

Nemuri laughed at the two left the control room.

A half hour later they were completely off campus.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Thanks for coming out with me for this, Rex," Anakin said he switched lanes. They'd finally managed to get out of the city and onto some roads that weren't choked full of cars and thus Anakin was allowed to cut loose. The car was brand new, bought with the first check he'd gotten from the Japanese Government for his prosthetic foot design. He'd wanted to start with organs, as there were people that were dying out there right now without them, but it had been pointed out to him by his friends that the technology was new and unproved. And Anakin didn't have a medical degree… yet. Nedzu had been pleasantly surprised to find out that all five of the new arrivals had enough knowledge to get several different doctorates… each. Anakin had already gotten one in engineering and he knew that Obi Wan had gotten one for teaching. Even Ahsoka could, technically, have gotten one in engineering ("No one is your padawan and doesn't learn some things," she'd teased).

But soon he would have his medical degree (about a year, tops, according to Nedzu) and by that point enough people would have tried out his prosthetics to see that they were worth the time and money.

He grinned as he reached down and grabbed the gear shift. The car had been an automatic when he'd gotten it but Anakin had that very first night worked to modify it. It now could shift between automatic and manual and had all sorts of extra switches and buttons that allowed him to tinker with the engine while driving, getting it to do exactly what he wanted.

Case in point…

"Uh… sir?" Rex said nervously as they went past 170 miles per hour.

"Come on Rex, you've ridden with me before," Anakin said.

"In large troop carriers and star ships. Not open top cars."

"You sound like Obi Wan."

"The General is a wise man!" Rex said, sounding panicked as Anakin took a sharp turn, hands fluidly moving to the gear shift while he locked the steering wheel in place and flipped two switches before going back to the wheel. Rex let out a little moan or that might have been the car's main structure, it was hard to tell. Anakin frowned a little as he checked over the dashboard, seeing that the engine was running a touch too hot for his liking. He began to think of ways he might be able to cool it down- "SIR!"

"What?" Anakin asked, almost bored.

"The GPS says we past our location."

"Huh." Anakin shrugged and whipped the wheel hard, feeling the joyous sensation of every organ in his body shifting as the car did a 180. Rex gagged but didn't throw up which was nice because while Anakin hadn't finished redoing the interior of the car (never something that bugged him that much, honestly, as he was all about the power and the ability to control it) he didn't want to have to deal with a ride back in heavy traffic tainted by the smell of Rex's half-digested breakfast.

Rex practically threw himself out of the car when Anakin came to a stop at the little wooded area. Anakin was far more leisurely, taking the time to flip everything off and check over the gauges and dials before getting out. He ran his hand over the body of the car before frowning at the tires. "Already almost bare," he muttered. They had been brand new but his tests of the car had left them needing to be replaced. That made him sigh. "I really need to begin looking into hover technology. I can't believe this world has people that can fly or run at super speed and they still use wheels."

Rex, hands pressed against his knees, gave a weak nod. "Right." He finally stood up and glanced at Anakin as he made his way to the trunk. "So, vigilante costume?"

"More like armor, to be honest," Anakin stated as he grabbed one of the bundles that he'd tucked back there and began to lay them out on the back seat of the car. "I based it on designs I came up with for the Phase 2 armor."

"Which no one went with," Rex reminded him.

"Only because the Senate thought it was all too expensive," Anakin stated. "And you are one to talk, Mr. Phase 1 Helmet." Rex chuckled at that, having already gotten over the drive. He was good like that, able to bounce back after such experiences rather well. "And this is an even better design. All sorts of little tricks and traps set up for villains. And comfortable as hell… if these work I want us to see about installing them in your armor. Midoriya's as well."

"What did you add?" Rex asked.

"Micro enviromental units that adjust based upon your body temperature," Anakin stated. "Problem with most internal cooling systems is if you are doing nothing you get too cold and then you have to turn them off. Then on again when you begin fighting. This adjusts automatically. Hot and cold so works well in snow. Air recycler. Ability to fully seal the bucket. Floatation bladders in key spots for aquatic work. Still working on a jetpack that can do all I want…"

"Why black?" Rex asked, fingering the long cloak that would finish off the outfit.

Anakin slipped off his lightsaber and picked up the second one he had completed on earth. "Fear is the path to the Dark Side, Rex. But ironically…" he let out a sigh, "and it this took me a long time to realize… but one of my greatest fears is the Dark Side itself. Not those who use it… but me using it." He swallowed, looking down at the lightsaber. "I remember how scared I was when Maul chased me and Qui Gon to the ship. I could tell that Master Jinn was trying to hide his worry but it was leaking out and I was trying so hard to run… and then he caught up to us. I remember being terrified of him.

"Obi Wan… he doesn't know that when I was 12 I hacked into the archives and viewed the footage of Maul killing Qui Gon. I just… had to see it for myself. And even though I saw Obi Wan kill him I still feared that he might return. To take Obi Wan from me. He nearly killed my master as well. And he did so gleefully, Rex. He was enjoying it.

"And… I get it. That's the worst thing. I get now why someone would turn to the Dark Side. You guys might like to joke about my therapy books but Hound Dog and I have been talking a lot and all of that has let me see how if Qui Gon and Obi Wan hadn't found me… I could have ended up just like Maul."

Anakin activated the lightsaber, looking at the red blade, before quoting an old pre-quirk movie Ahsoka had insisted they watch.

"The Sith terrify me, Rex. Its time criminals share my dread."

~MC~MC~MC~

"…I want to deck your master in the face."

Obi Wan shrugged. "Yes, many people have that reaction to Qui Gon."

Nemuri shook her head as she and Obi Wan walked down the street, trying to decide where they wanted to eat. They had plenty of choices as many people had gone to the All Might press conference, interested in what big news the hero had to share. Obi Wan wasn't interested at all, considering he knew that it was to introduce Padme as All Might's 'daughter' who he had decided to train to become a hero. Padme would do just fine without him there; she didn't need his moral support to get through the event.

"He left you alone in a war zone, Obi Wan," Nemuri said. "And the other Jedi… they did nothing to help you!"

"My actions-"

"Were correct!" Nemuri exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "Children were dying and you said yourself that a Jedi Master had been gravely injured there. And Qui Gon left you all alone? He was a horrible teacher."

Obi Wan opened his mouth to defend his old master before slowly shutting it, truly thinking about what Nemuri said. "I suppose we all put our mentors on pedestals. I know Anakin does with me… I've heard him claim that I am the best duelist in the order and I'm wiser than Master Yoda… I am just a Jedi who tried to find his way through life when it seemed like the force was always trying to find new ways obstacles to throw in my way."

Nemuri shook her head. "The Force and Qui Gon Jinn." She huffed before finally spotting a restaurant. "Let's try that."

"A steak house?" Obi Wan asked.

"Normally I prefer light meals but your master's shitty teachings have me annoyed. I need something juicy to sink my teeth-"

Obi Wan stopped, twisting away from her.

"What is it?" Nemuri asked, suddenly on high alert.

"Do you hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?"

Obi Wan focused and Nemuri did the same, pushing away the other sounds around them as they stood on the sidewalk, looking for wasn't right, what was out of place…

She suddenly heard it: a soft whimpering sound.

Obi wan darted forward, into a small alleyway that Nemuri was sure Aizawa would have frowned upon, seeing it as a choke point. The clean streets they had just left were at once gone and she was amazed to find piles of trash that had long been forgotten about, wet cardboard boxes… and a tall man wearing a leather jacket and rubber gloves, a set of tentacles wiggling out of the neck of his shirt, looming over the child they had heard. The man wasn't making a sound, clearly knowing that the little girl was distressed, but that didn't mean he was being gentle with her. It was clear, from the way he loomed over her, that he wanted to do nothing more than rip the little one from her place behind a dumpster and drag her away. Nemuri's sixth sense, developed from years of dealing with similar situations, screamed that the girl wasn't safe with the man.

"Hello there," Obi Wan said cheerfully.

The man whipped around and Nemuri frowned as she stared at his face. She wasn't sure if it was because of his quirk or just a hard life but his nose looked like it had been crushed into his face and his eyes were sunken in too, like a corpse.

When the man didn't answer Obi Wan took a step forward. "And just what is the problem here?"

The man glanced at them both before trying to flash an easy smile. It was like taking a dead cow's lips and pulling them away from its teeth."My daughter ran off… just trying to get her."

"Oh… I don't think so," Obi Wan said, still smiling, still keeping his tone light. "Even if I believed that she was your child I would never allow you near her."

The man's good natured tone changed, his sunken in eyes narrowing as he took a step forward. "You don't have a say in this matter-"

Obi Wan's hand came up and Nemuri tensed, ready for him to throw the man back with the Force. But instead he merely waved it in front of him. "This isn't the girl you're looking for."

"This… isn't the girl I'm looking for."

"You are going to leave now."

"I am going to leave now."

"You won't ever bother us or the child again."

"I won't bother you or the child again."

"Move along."

"Move along…" the man muttered, Nemuri pressing herself against the wall so he could pass. She looked back at Obi Wan but he had already moved to sit down on the ground near where the girl was, though she noticed that he allowed enough distance so that she didn't feel boxed in.

"My name is Obi Wan Kenobi," he said gently.

The little girl looked down at her hands, which were currently fisted around the material of her thin dress. It took a moment for Nemuri to realize that it was a hospital gown and Nemuri had the sudden urge to rip off her jacket and swaddle the poor dear. She must have been freezing… while it was an average fall day it was hardly weather for such a flimsy garment. Her little pale toes were scrunched up and her long silver-white hair fell like a curtain around her tiny frame. A stubby horn poked out of her forehead and it seemed like every moment she sat there she was trying to shrink into herself.

"Eri," she whispered. "I'm Eri."

"It is good to meet you Eri," Obi Wan said. "Do you mind if I sit here?" The little girl shrugged, never lifting her head.

It was traumatized child aid 101. If they weren't suffering a life threatening injury then it was better to let them do things on their own time. Trying to drag them out, even if it was for their own good, would only cause them to either run or fight and that could get them even more hurt. No… let the child dictate how things went.

Nemuri walked over and sat next to Obi Wan, making sure her movements were slow and telegraphed.

"I'm just going to wait right here with my friend, okay?" she said gently.

She had a feeling it might be a long night.

~MC~MC~MC~

"You know, normally I don't agree with Blasty," Ahsoka said, "but I do wish they'd let us take a crack at these rooms right now."

Izuku shrugged. They were waiting for Thirteen to prep the next room and thus been allowed to chat amongst themselves. Ochaco had gotten into a conversation with Komari while Kirashima was trying to get Bakugo to talk about something other than how much he hated everyone. "I mean it would be fun but I understand why they don't want us too. They are still learning what everyone's quirk can do."

Inasa, who'd been listening in, shook his head. "What we can do! Please get it right Midoriya! It is not all about quirks… you have shown us that!"

The green haired teen blushed at that. "I… I don't know about that…"

"Come now!" the wind manipulator declared. "You have shown us that quirks aren't the only thing needed to be a hero. I know that I myself have realized that I failed to take flexibility into account… the way you have moved through the obstacle course Mr. Kenobi set up for us… you were like an armored serpent! It was most impressive!"

Ahsoka chuckled at that. "He's got you there."

"I just-"

Everyone started when alarms began to go off.

"I thought I told you to silence those things," Aizawa stated from where he was curled up in a corner.

"We did!" Ida declared. "I must talk with the manufacturer… if their system is faulty-"

"Its an emergency alarm, you fucking idiot!" Bakugo said, taking out his phone to see what had caused everyone's devices to go off as one.

Ahsoka took out her own phone only to go pale.

ALL MIGHT PRESS CONFERENCE ATTACKED

CULPRITS CALL THEMSELVES "THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS"

ALL HEROES CALLED IN FOR RESCUE AND EVACUATION

MULTIPLE CASUALITIES REPORTED

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Notes-

The Readers Last Chapter: Oh man, the USJ is happening! The League is going to attack Ahsoka and Izuku's class!

Mr. Chaos, standing in golden armor, holding up a mini sun: The USJ is going to be attack? Who decided that?