".....I can't believe that I have two halves...." Anakin Skywalker looked at his former Padawan, with shock plastered all over his face. He slumped down in the nearest chair, not knowing what to think. "I've killed people, Ahsoka....millions of them...." In front of him, was the holovid that Obi-Wan Kenobi had saw - Vader slaughtering younglings.

"Anakin, that wasn't you." responded Ahsoka, trying to reassure him. "That is a monster twisted and tortured from the darkside of you by Palpatine. It was your evil half, Anakin.

"Not you."

"That is me, Ahsoka!" Anakin looked at her, sweat starting to show. "I have two halves -one good and the other evil. We maybe separated now, Snips, but it doesn't mean that we are separate beings."

"That's why we need to take out Vader." Ahsoka paced in front of her Master, "We blow him up with Palpatine, and restore the Republic."

Anakin looked up at her as she said "Republic". Where was Padme? Was she alright? Was she an Imperial? Was she even alive? 

"Padme died, just after Vader strangled her." Ahsoka confessed looking away from her mentor. She let a single tear run down her worn face. It was what Obi-Wan had told her before fleeing. Not wanting to make things worse, she slid the thought of Obi-Wan to the back of her head and pulled out a memory of Padme and Anakin on the beach, watching Torrent Company take on Ghost Company with a game of Tug of War, with a beautiful sun setting across the ocean. "She wanted to save you."

"Are you sure she died from Vader strangling her?" Asked Anakin, showing no emotion. His eyes met the floor, with anger boiling up inside.

"There are some rumours that Palpatine killed her, making it seem that she lost the world to live." Ahsoka let out a deep sigh as she turned to face Anakin, who was now stood up, his fists clenched, tightly.

"Let's go find your team, Master Tano." Anakin kept his face neutral, yet his body language screamed revenge. His mop of brown hair suddenly looks slick. Skywalker looked like he was ready to fight, to the end. "And end this ghastly Empire."

The Chosen One's apprentice looked at him and gave him a small, yet sad smile. It had been a long few hours inside her private office, complete with a stupid, yet useful,  security system that shocked people to death, who weren't registered on its system.  This was defiantly one of Kenobi's Padawan's (not the Chosen one, but the other one) designs. She walked to the door with Anakin on her heels.

Leaving the office, the two jedi took the nearest turbo lift down to the decks, where the soldiers lived and trained whist they were on duty. The decks also housed the many salvaged Y-Wings and Gun Ships that Anakin hadn't seen in 4 years.

Seeing the ships, Anakin's smile returned to his face. So many ships, he thought, so many modifications to make...

Rolling her eyes at her Master, she smiled. He hadn't changed a single bit. "You can do all of that later, Skyguy." She looked around to see where her squad were.

In the distance, she could see Fives and Wolffe working on a grey jedi Starfighter. It belonged to Master Plo. It looked slightly faded but it still stood out from the other ships in the hangar. She led Anakin over to them.

Commander Wolffe, shirtless and sweating, could see them walking over to the ship. Currently waxing the ship, he could see their blurred reflection and turned to salute them before getting back to work. In his right hand he held a cloth covered in wax and in his left he held a clean cloth. "Wax on...Wax off...Wax on...Wax off..." Repeating the same circles with his hand, Wolffe made his way to the back end of the ship, laughing at his oily brother as he went by. "Wax on....Wax off....."

Fives, on the other hand was half hidden underneath the belly of the ship. His armoured legs poked out, moving every time he went to fiddle with the inner workings of the ship. Hearing footsteps approaching, he slid out from underneath the ship and stood up before wiping his oil covered hand all over his sweaty face. Saluting to the Generals, he could see a laugh creep up on their faces. Wolffe had just laughed at him....So why had the others...?

Seeing his reflection on the waxed ship, he grabbed Wolffe's yellow T-shirt and planted his face on to it before scrubbing away the oil. Removing the T-shirt from his now slightly cleaner face, he could see an angry Wolffe, waiting to attack its prey. "Easy boy..." He looked nervously at Wolffe and back to the two generals, who didn't know what the heck was going on.

Wolffe snarled at his brother, before getting back to work. "Wax on...Wax off....Wax on....Wax -"

"Wolffe, Fives, where are the others?" asked Anakin, taking charge for a moment.

"Try the canteen." responded Fives.

"Recon Squad," Ahsoka activated her comlink, "This is General Tano, get down to hanger B6."

"Yes, General." replied several voices at once.

"I can't believe you both are working on Plo's ship," Anakin Skywalker started to inspect their work. It was surprisingly good, considering he had barely seen either of the clones pick fix things (They mostly broke things, or blew them up.). All it needed now was a fresh coat of paint, but there wasn't any point doing it now. Wolffe had waxed the whole ship. "I'm proud of you, Fives and Wolffe."

"We gout bored, General." shrugged Fives. "The legacy needs to live on. So we thought in might be a nice way to remember Master Plo."

"You wanted us, Ahsoka?" Asked a voice.  Ahsoka, on her datapad, pulling up the file from her secret contact. She looked up to see Taria Damsin, Hardcase and Riyo Chuchi, all waering flight suits and carrying a plain while helmet.

The helmets had obviously been salvaged from the Clone War. They appeared to be brand new though. Ahsoka couldn't remember anybody making a report on any Clone Trooper flight gear.

"Yes, I wanted to show all of you this." She pushed a button as the other two clones and Anakin joined them. Projecting from the datapad was the guard layout of Satine's home. There were red dots scattered around the whole building. These were the Emperor's personal guards - the Royal Guard. Out numbering the red dots, 20 to 1, was Vader's Fist, also known as the 501st. They were placed on every floor, including the ballroom. Beside the hologram of the palace stood the long guest list.

Ahsoka started to read the names. Stopping half way down the list, she could see the one name she didn't want to see. General Grevious. She sighed at how much of a pain in the butt he was to deal with. And 4 years on he would have had some time to collect more lightsabers.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin looked at his Padawan. "May I have a go at that Clanker scum?"

"Not if I get to him first!" declared Fives, raising his fist.

"You can all have a go at him if you stop taking dibs on him." Rolling her eyes, Ahsoka pointed to the main hangar. "We will all enter here, dressed for the occasion, of course." She paused and looked around. All eyes were on her, just like they had been 4 years ago. "As I sad before, I'll be playing Princess Zaa Vashee Anakin and Hardcase will be my bodyguards.

"We'll walk through the main entrance and pass security with these codes and behave like guests. Whlist we provide cover in the Gala its self, Fives and Wolffe will get ready to blow up the party. With this distraction, Riyo will lead Gold squad to distract Vader's men, whilst Taria will lead her own squad of soldiers to join the party.

"Does everyone understand?"

"Yes, General."

"You can count on us, Ahsoka."

"I get the first blow at Vader!"

"Not if I get there first...General."

"Roger that, Snips."

A whole fluster of voices channelled down Ahsoka's ears. Her very simple explanation worked. Deactivating the hologram, she smiled to herself and looked back at Plo's starfighter. "I wish you were here to see this..."

Meditation

Master Qui Gon, is it possible for the Force to be concealed within a being and not felt by a Jedi? Padme has just used the force for the first time. I have never seen anything like this before. What do I do to protect her? Are you even seeing this?

Obi-Wan, do not panic, Padme is a woman capable of defending herself. I have never seen anything you have seen before. Although, as a Padawan myself, I did hear rumours of somebody inventing a drug that kills of Midi-Chlorians, making it nearly impossible for any Force sensitive being to detect their level of force sensitivity. The Jedi council tried to follow upon this many years ago. But it was scrapped and was never written on any records.

Do you know anything else, Qui Gon?

Yes, but it's only a rumour, again. High status families paid high amounts of money to get their hands on this drug, in order to protect themselves and their family. They didn't want to lose their children to the Jedi Order. This drug was needed to be taken every ten years. Maybe Padme hasn't had her dosage of this drug and her Midi Chlorians have started to redevelop. This isn't the only thing on your mind is it, Obi- Wan?

No it isn't Master, I've started to feel Anakin's presence. Except it isn't dark, yet pure and light. I don't know what to think of this. It could be that Vader is trying to find me and manipulate me into coming out of hiding. I do not want to get my hopes up. Anakin is gone. Only the twisted and evil runs through his physical state.

Skywalker is the chosen one. It could be a hint that he could be turning back to the light. There is still hope for the galaxy, Obi-Wan. Don't give up hope. Someday, all of the surviving Jedi will comeback from the shadows and into the light. When that day comes, peace will be stored across the galaxy. The force will be balanced.

Maybe we have been going about this whole Darkside vs. Lightside wrong. Maybe are one that work together in harmony. It is then they are balanced. I do not know what I was thinking there...

That might be the whole solution to this, Obi-Wan. There is only one Force after all. I will think about this. You must think about your own mission, Obi-Wan. I will always be here to guide you. Trust in the Force and some answers will be revealed. Now go and attend to your wife and family. You have a challenge ahead of you. From what I can see, it won't go the way you think it will....

Master Qui Gon? What do you mean? Master...?