335 ABY/2175 AD

Theta-class T-2c Shuttle

Hyperspace - Enroute to Coruscant

"Do. Dododo. dododo. dododo. dododo. dodo. do. .do."

"Would you stop playing that damn game!"

"I'm the god of Tetris, bite me." Jaden Takeo, a young man with short spiked black hair and crimson red eyes was fixated on the display where he played the ancient - yet undeniably fun - game of Tetris, humming the theme loudly as he did so.

"Seriously guys, can you stop arguing for five minutes?" said a man wearing brown green Mandalorian Armor over a dark grey flight suit, as he polished his tritanium sword.

"Tell Ron to stop complaining!" Jaden retorted, rolling his eyes. "I bought the ship, so my rules!"

"I wouldn't be bitching if this flight took an ENTIRE WEEK! And while I love Tetris, THAT THEME'S STUCK IN MY HEAD! It's almost as back as having Bane in my head knocking for eight hours straight!"

The Mandalorian sighed, as he looked at the two Jet'ii he had to accompany, truthfully, he went with them, because it quicker to get to Mandalore than spending hours wasting time at that damn gate waiting for the customs agents to finish their inspections. He grunting next to him, accompanied by the sounds of beeping and looked over and saw his two other constant companions, a VERY large black wolf, and a green and bronze colored R2-series astromech droid.

The wolf had it's paws on it's ears, while it's face looked as if it wanted to be anywhere but on the ship.

"Don't worry fellas, we're almost there," the Mandalorian said.

"After 6 days on a shuttle going at 150 times the speed of the Millennium Falcon, I would expect the wolf to have problems. His kind are more in tune with the natural order of things then humans are." The black-blonde Jedi stopped fiddling with his lightsaber long enough to fix Boc with a look. "And that's not Jedi dogma, it's scientific fact."

Jaden rolled his eyes. "No appreciation of the classics…" he muttered as he stopped the game. "Alright then, next game… Wacka-wacka time."

The Mandalorian, Boc Werde, only rolled his eyes. "If you were a guinea pig in a top-secret government experiment, you'd have the same immunities he does," he said, with the wolf giving Ron an annoyed snort.

The shuttle rocked for a brief moment. "If those shields fail, we're going to be a few centuries late for our arrival." The bottom of his lightsaber activated, almost hitting the poor animal in the nose. "Damn it, I thought I fixed that! Christ, if it's not one thing, it's another!"

The wolf growled as the fur on it's back bristled, the look in it's eyes warning the Jedi it was gonna kill him. However, before the wolf could attack, Boc placed a hand on the wolf's head, and in a few seconds it calmed down.

"There, there, Shysa, it's alright," Boc said soothingly and the wolf immediately laid back down and went back to sleep.

"Sorry. Seriously, it does that on its' own. I've replaced that toggle switch twice, and it still activates on its' own." The shuttle rocked once more before all three had that tingle.

The tingle that was a prelude to those infamous words being said.

"I have a BAD feeling about this…"

The moment after he said, the ship began to vibrate more violently.

"What the fuck!? What's going on!?" Boc shouted as the Astro droid began beeping in a panic.

"The shields are failing!" Jaden shouted, "We're being forced out of Hyperspace! How did this happen?!"

Ron pointed at Boc. "I blame you! Every time I go flying with a Mandalorian, it always ends in me crashing!"

Boc blinked at that, "Wha- ME!? Oh, that's bullshit!" he yelled, "I'm not even the one piloting this damn thing!"

"I don't care! That last Mandalorian wasn't flying, either! Or the one before that!"

"Will you two shut up?!"

The shuttle dropped out of hyperspace, going at four times the maximum rated speed of a Theta. "Jaden, PLEASE tell me this thing's reinforced with tritonium!"

"No idea! I just bought the damn thing at a bargain dealership!" Jaden shouted, as he clicked his seatbelt on. "Everyone HANG ON!"

This prompted a rather lengthy screaming fest from the three men as they dove into the atmosphere of a planet they knew was Coruscant. And this was not going to end well. "Ok, people! Any last words before we crash and burn?!"

"Just one! I hate both of you!"

"Fuck you, Dude!" Boc said, and saw they were through the atmosphere and the city skyline in view, "This is it fellas! Kiss our asses goodbye!"

Jaden took a deep breath "Gonna feel this in the morning!" He shouted, as he used the force to slow the craft down as much as he could. There was a loud crash, before everything went dark.

"GAH!" Jaden shouted as he shot up, looking around. He was still in the shuttle… well, what was left of it at least. The entire ship was nothing but scrap metal at this point. "What… the fuck…? "

"If this is the Force, I feel extremely gypped." And gypped they were. Because they weren't dead. "Ok, where the hell are we?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," said Boc, as he managed to lift himself from some rubble along with Shysa's help, "Alright… where's my droid?"

The sounds of frantic beeping were heard and everyone turned and saw said astromech currently head first upside down, leaning on a beam.

"There she is," Boc said, as he got up, with Shysa right behind him.

A large pod dropped down onto the shuttle. "Senate pod. We're in the Senate building. Which hasn't been in active use in almost a century. Oh, the council's going to have our hides. And I blame him! It's ALWAYS the Mandalorian!"

"WILL YOU STOP BLAMING ME FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" Boc shouted, as he got Geesix back upright. "There ya go girl, that better?"

"Son of a…" Jaden muttered as he peeked out, and blinked. "Uhh… guys? No one uses the old senate building anymore… right?"

"Yeah, hasn't been used in over a century." Ron confirmed as he stood up. "Why?"

"'Cause there are a lot of people out in there… and I doubt they're tourists."

Truming was heard. And they all knew it. "Gentlemen. Is that a Low Altitude Atmospheric Transport/infantry model's repulsor unit? Because that sounds a lot like a LAAT/i's repulsor unit."

They all looked outside and to their shock and confusion, there was said gunship, but in the colors of the GAR.

"The only LAAT/i I ever saw with those colors was in museum or at an airshow!" Boc said in surprise as he place his helmet on his head, just as the side doors opened up.

A squad of white-washed armored men wearing older clone trooper phase one armor, carrying DC-15 rifles, disembarked the LAAT/i. "I know those colors. These sons of bitches are 501st Legion."

"The Fan Volunteer Organization?" Jaden asked, "I know they've been arming themselves after the Mara Jade-Skywalker showed up, but -"

"Hands up!" All three froze. That voice was clearly Temuera Morrison's, but the man had been dead for almost a century. And that wasn't synthesized. "They're clone troopers. 501st Legion clone troopers. This ain't making much sense, people."

"Take them down!" The clones opened fire, using stun bolts, but that meant little to Force sensitives with lightsabers and the training to use them.

"Whoa! Damn!" Boc shouted as he drew his lightsaber, which to the surprise of both Ron and Jaden, was the same darksaber type that Pre Vizsla used. "These guys mean business!"

Blast deflection was rather basic, but they had nowhere to go but into the wreck. "Ok, one of us needs to cut into the floor while someone else overloads the reactor! Any volunteers for either one?!"

"I'll deal with the cutting!" said Boc as he stabbed his darksaber into the floor.

"On it!" Jaden shouted as he accessed the control panel. "Setting her to blow! What's left of her at least!"

Ron resigned himself to blaster bolt deflection, reflecting an occasional bolt into one of the clones' crotch plates. "Don't give a shit about your honor, clones! Bye!"

"Done! Let's scram!" Boc shouted as he jumped down through the hole.

A leap and a half later, the three landed in Palpatine's office before the shuttle exploded. "Ok, clones are distracted. Where the hell is Palpatine, because I can't sense his assholeness!"

"Beats the hell out of me!" Boc said, as he deactivated his darksaber and placed it in a special container on his belt, "But the more important question is how the hell did we end up in the middle of the Clone Wars!?"

"Well, it seems that whatever fucked with the Hyperdrive didn't send us centuries to the future, but rather centuries into the past." Jaden said, sighing as he sat down before Palpatine's desk. "Well… while we're here…" He cracked his knuckles as he began typing.

"Where the hell is he?" Part of the rubble shifted, and a hand placed itself on Ron's shoulder. "Uh… Is that a dead man's hand?"

Everyone looked and sure enough, sticking out of the pile of rubble was an arm with what looked like aristocratic robes.

"Uh yes," said Boc. "Yes it is."

"It's Palpy, isn't it?" Ron asked.

Jaden nodded.

"So," Ron remarked. "Uh… We killed Darth Sidious. We killed the bastard who created the Empire and forced the Jedi to evolve. How screwed are we?"

"Well… considering we're all still alive, we're fine." Jaden said, as he plugged in a data drive. "Multiverse theory claims that if something like this happens, we simply just created a new universe that functions parallel to our own."

"I hate multiverse theory. On a further note, I hate time travel. And the worst part of this is that we killed Palpy AND WEREN'T AWAKE FOR IT!" Ron shouted.

"We're 300 years in the past, trapped in the Old Republic capital full of Jedi and clones and the one thing you're bitching about is that Palpatine was killed while we were unconscious?!" Boc said incredulously. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Well, would YOU complain about not seeing the look on Palpy's face if he knew he was going to die?" Ron asked.

"Yes, I would've loved to have seen the look on his face, but right now, we got perhaps the ENTIRE GAR after us, with the Old Jedi Order not too far behind!" Boc said, "And to top it off, it couldn't just be the would've been Emperor we killed!"

"So, to quote Caboose, running time!" He tossed each of them a small chip. "Locator beacon. That way you can find me and vice versa. You guys find a way out. I'm going to the underworld."

"Why?"

"Why else? I'm going to drive the 501st COMPLETELY BONKERS!"

"Is that really necessary?" Jaden asked with a raised eyebrow. "Wouldn't it make more sense for us all to GTFO together?"

"Not if we want a fuckton of clones firing at us. None of the ships here have Dominion-grade shields." Ron seemed to be more worried about SAMs than starfighters. And he was right to, as Clone wars-era shields, like most until the Dominion came into existence, could only block energy weapons. "Besides, we all have little things we all need to do, don't we? Jaden and I are practically duty-bound to raid the archives and make damn sure they survive any version of Order 66."

Before Jaden could reply, Ron jumped out the window, causing him to roll his eyes. "Always on the move…" he muttered as he activated the map… which began to play the Pac-man music, and displayed the entire city of Coruscant… as a Pac-man map.

"…Oh HELL NO! YOU'RE NOT BEATING MY HIGH SCORE!" Jaden shouted as he leaped out of the building.

That left Boc all alone. That was fine with the Mandalorian: the less he had to be with those two, the less headaches he had to endure.

He then turned to his companions. "Let's get out of here guys," he said, before he heard something clank to the floor, and looked over and saw one of Palpatine's Sith lightsabers. Smirking, he walked over and picked it up.

"Thanks for the souvenir, Cha'kaar," He said, before placing it in a pocket and left the office. "Now, we need to find a ship,"

While this was Coruscant, and ships came and went by the second, getting to one and getting offworld would be difficult as everything would be under lockdown. But Mandalorians were good at breaking lockdowns. Canderous Ordo wouldn't've escaped Taris otherwise.

Still, he had to watch out for the Jedi, especially Mace Windu and the future Darth Vader. The former because he was the one to finally put Jango Fett down and the latter… it was fucking VADER. What other reason do you need?

And thus he stuck to the shadows, with a clear destination in mind. It might be suicidal to some, but to Boc, it was like going shopping.

"Could someone PLEASE explain to me how the hell THIS happened?" Obi-wan demanded, as he, Anakin and his Padawan Ahsoka arrived at the Senate building.

"A Theta-Class shuttle just dived in, five times faster than those things are REMOTELY rated for and crashed through over 25 meters of duracrete, and slammed into the Chancellor's spire." Anakin winced at that as Cody continued on. "One of our gunships entered the building after all the Senators were evacuated, and we found all three of the survivors. And when ordered to surrender, they only seemed confused before the troopers opened fire." Ahsoka fixed Cody with a questioning glance. "Stun bolts, of course. But all three of them…sir, according to the reports, they all pulled out lightsabers. One of them, a Mandalorian, pulled out a black-bladed one."

Obi-Wan blinked at that, "Shaped like a vibro-blade?" he asked and Cody nodded.

"Yes sir," he said, and pulled out a holo-projector, "Here is what he looked like,"

The image showed the said Mandalorian as he blocked the blaster bolts, with Obi-Wan's eyes squinting.

"That's not Vizsla, the color and type of his armor is different," he said.

"But that is his blade." Anakin said nodding, "I've seen it enough times… so how the hell did this guy get it?"

"Don't know. But we didn't get a chance to ask: they retreated into the shuttle and it exploded a few moments later. Nearly killed two of my men. But we couldn't find them after that. They got into the Chancellor's office, but after that, they disappeared."

Obi-wan scowled and cupped his chin. "Clearly all of them are force-sensitive."

"Nah, really Obi-Wan? What gave it away?" Anakin said sarcastically, "The fact they have lightsabers, or the fact they were able to block and deflect blaster bolts?"

"Sarcasm does not become you, Anakin." Obi-Wan said with a roll of his eyes, "Cody, split up your troops into search teams. We have to find these three and capture them. Alive, if possible. If they are assassins, they will be brought to justice."

"Yessir!" Cody said with a salute.

"Rex, you go with him," Anakin said, "And if you find that Mandalorian, I want to talk to him myself,"

"Got plenty of things I want to ask, too, general." Rex said.

As they prepared to move out, they got an open-call on their earpieces. And it repeated.

"Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka—"

"What the-!?" Ahsoka said in surprise, "What is this?"

"Wacka-Wacka, motherfuckers! Let's see if the ghosts can catch me!" If there was anything the clones hated, and Ahsoka in turn, it was being taunted. And that Wacka sound began to replay, making them mad.

"Seriously considering just killing him, sir." Cody growled.

"Bring him back alive!" Obi-Wan repeated, and then he sighed, knowing this was going to give him a headache.

"IT'S LIKE FROGGER IN SPACE!" Jaden shouted as he leaped from one aircar to the next, avoiding falling to his doom while GAR LAAT/i's followed in hot pursuit. "Only instead of avoiding the cars, I need 'em to LIVE!"

He continued to hop from one car to the next, before he saw a Taxi aircar fly beneath him. He hopped down and landed in the passenger seat, surprising the Twi'lek driver. "Here's 1,000 credits if you let me drive!" He said, handing the Twi'lek the money before he yanked control of the car away from him, and went into a nose-dive - the Larty following close behind as he dodged and weaved around buildings and cars.

"And here is where I get off!" Jaden shouted, as he dropped another 500 credits, "Here's a tip!" He then leaped out of the Aircar, which continued to speed forward as the Larty continued to chase the taxi.

"…Idiots." Jaden said, shaking his head before he pulled out a set of binoculars, and finally got eyes on his target: the Jedi Temple. "Huh… convenient." Sighing, he used the Force to Jump from building to building as he made his way to the temple - suppressing his Force sensitivity as he got closer. "Good thing I played a lot of Assassin's Creed…"

Sneaking around was easy. Clones, while infinitely smarter than droids sans ones that served in the Dominion military, were not force sensitive. Finding him was going to be as difficult as sneaking around a bank wearing a rabbit outfit with bright lights.

In short, they weren't gonna find shit.

Then he heard something on the comm. "Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka-Wacka—" That reminded Jaden of his proclamation earlier of Ron not beating his pac-man high score.

"…Fucking hell…" He muttered as he facepalmed, "I'll deal with that later… archives first, Pac Man later."

He used the force to cling to the walls - literally, walking on them, traveling on the roof to avoid running into any Jedi. His first spot to hit was the wardrobe - exchanging his current modern Jedi attire, for something more expected from the current Jedi order. Made blending in much easier.

First stop, the archives. Which were lost during Order 66. A great pissoff for the universe in general. Palpy didn't want to just kill the Jedi, he wanted them never to be able to come back.

Best way to do that? Erase all knowledge. Leave them a myth to be told of in cautionary tales. And it worked. For the most part.

But Kenobi killed THAT plan by giving Luke Skywalker rudimentary knowledge of the Force and giving him to Yoda. Of course all other knowledge was lost, thanks the damn-thriced purge, including most of the lightsaber styles, including Windu's Vaapad. Say what you want about the guy, he made a damn good sword style.

All lost. It took 15 years to scrounge up the barest of knowledge for the New Order to come into its' own. And the rest they had to wait over two centuries before they made contact with Earth which had EVERYTHING written down.

George Lucas and the authors of the Expanded Universe were given places of honor in the New Jedi Order after that. Walt Disney was pretty much discredited after that.

Jaden dropped down back to the floor once he reached the archives, as he plugged in the data drive into a computer. 'Alright, now to just act casual,' he thought. 'Well, without looking like I'm acting casual of course…' To blend himself in further he began going through a few articles - pretty much anything a normal Padawan would be going through. And it seemed to be working so far.

"I don't think I've seen you around before," a feminine voice said, causing Jaden to turn around, as he saw a young woman with short black hair framed in a set of braids, and emerald green eyes, wearing the usual robes of a Jedi Knight.

"I've… been gone for a while." Jaden said, working with his cover story. "Spent a lot of my time in the outer rim with my master… he's more of a hands-on teacher than most, miss…?"

"Serra," the woman said. "Serra Keto. And you are…?"

"Name's Jaden, I just arrived this morning, and would've been here sooner if not for that fiasco at the Senate building," he said.

"I've only heard parts of that. There are rumors that the Chancellor was killed and the assassins, if they were at least, escaped."

"I doubt they were assassins." Jaden said shrugging. "A shuttle tearing through at five times regular speed, smashing into the second most obvious building in Coruscant? I think it was one unlucky accident… Though with the chancellor gone, maybe we can actually win this war the right way."

Serra rose her eyebrow at that "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Chancellor Palpatine has been holding back the GAR ever since the war began." he said, "If we just struck the Separatists at all their major shipyards this war could be over in no time. Yet Palpy has us holding back keeping us stuck in a war of tyranny."

"We've been fighting as best we can since this war started!" Serra said, "The chancellor doesn't have a hand in that, just the Separatists. Mostly Grievous and that Dathomiri witch, Ventress."

"I follow a saying from my homeworld, 'don't judge a book by it's cover'," Jaden said, "And trust me, that guy may look mild mannered on the outside, but something about him didn't sit right with me,"

"How would you know?"

"Just look at the way the war is going," Jaden said, "We're at its third year, and there is still no end in sight. If the CIS's armies and navies were as big as we're being lead to believe, why not attack the Republic on all its sides? Someone - or perhaps a group of people - are trying to keep this war going on."

"You seem awfully confident about that." Serra commented.

"Just using some common logic." Jaden said, before his commlink beeped.

"Wacka-wacka-wacka-wacka-wacka-"

"Goddamnit Ron…" Jaden muttered.

"Wait, isn't that the sound that's been playing by one of the assasss-" Serra began to say, but before she could figure it out, Jaden judo-chopped the back of her head, knocking her out before he pulled the filled Data drive out, and leaped back up onto the ceiling - carrying the Jedi with him.

"Sorry, can't let you warn your friends," he said apologetically before looking around. "Wow, no one noticed that…" He shrugged before he headed off - with Serra in his arms - towards the Jedi Temple hangar bay.

Meanwhile…

GNR Docks

"Damn, they really upped the security," Boc said, as he snuck around the dockyards, along with Shysa, and Geesix, avoiding any clone trooper or Navy personnel he saw, "It's going to be a little difficult to find… a… ship?"

He stopped as he spotted something in a isolated hangar that shouldn't be possible… a Firespray-31-class attack and patrol ship.

"I thought there was only one of these during the Clone Wars," Boc said in awe, but managed to control himself as he saw that there were Clone Troopers guarding it. He also noticed the Open Circle Fleet insignia and colors on the ship.

THAT explained much. A few pre-production models must've been made during the Clone Wars, as Slave I was not only famous thanks to Boba, but his father, Jango. But Boba made the Firespray a mass-produced monster years later.

The wolf silently entered the hangar, going straight for the clones by the rear. Boc would have pitied them as wolves were not exactly gentle with their targets.

But right now he needed to get off the planet, and these guys were in his way. So, he moved in on the guys in the front of the ship, and began to casually walk forward with his hands up. Geesix was moving close behind him.

"Hey boys! I'm a little a lost, do you know where I can find the officers' club?" he said, as the clones immediately went on alert.

"You're not allowed here! This is a restricted area," the Lead clone said, and Boc could see by the four olive green circles on the chest plate that he was a sergeant.

"Oh come now, Sergeant," he said, in a too friendly tone. "I was just walking by to see if you can help me out with directions, that's all."

"This is a restricted area damnit!" The Sergeant shouted, pulling out his blaster. "Either leave, or we arrest you! Your choice buddy!"

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA, easy there pal! I was just-" he began before one of the other Clone Troopers began to speak.

"Hey wait a minute! Sarge isn't that one of the guys who the captain warned us about?" said the Trooper, and Boc blinked behind his helmet, as the Sergeant looked more closely at him.

"You're right. Blast him!" This wasn't going to end well as the clones fired their DC-15S carbines, set to stun, of course. They wanted him alive.

"Oh come on!" Boc said as he began blocking the stun his lightsaber, and sending them back at the Troopers, taking down three. The others in the back were about to come over to see what's wrong, only for a black furred animal to knock one of the troopers down.

"What the!?"

"Get this thing off me!"

That wasn't happening. The clones were getting their asses whooped by an animal they had never seen before, and a Jedi in Mando armor. Sort of.

But the confusion was just enough to allow Boc and Geesix to get on board the Firespray. He then whistled for Shysa, who broke off from mauling the poor trooper and jumped up the Firespray's boarding ramp, and Boc then sealed the door.

"Shit! Call for help! One of those guys who crashed into the Senate building is taking the prototype!" shouted the Sergeant after recovering from being hit by his own stun shot. However, the engines quickly started up and the Firespray lifted off and hovered a bit before it righted itself and took off.

"Uh, we're gonna be in trouble for this aren't we?"

"If the Jedi were like Grievous, we'd be dead."

Nearby

Illusions, holograms and use of the PA system had driven the 501st troopers completely nuts. Some were even curled up and crying, much to Ron's entertainment. But that was over as soon as he reached the surface, as four lightsabers swiftly activated behind him. "Oh, COME ON! What is it with you people and lightsabers?! I'm not very good at saber-on-saber combat, you know!"

"You practically drove our men nuts with that thing!" Anakin shouted, pointing at the yellow abomination that was the Pac Man, which was a hologram.

"Yes, well, SOMEONE had to. The droids aren't that good at insanity, Ventress prefers stabbing people and don't get me started on Dooku or Grievous. But if you want to fight, fine." Ron pulled out his lightsaber, activating it in a shien grip, blade pointed downward.

Ahsoka shook her head before Ron held the weapon out, activating the OTHER end of the weapon.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly as memories of ten years past came back to him.

"Getting flashbacks Kenobi?" Ron said. "It's alright everyone has them, of course you had to be the unfortunate witness of your master's death at the hands of a Sith,"

Ahsoka and Anakin moved first, but Ron was far faster, blocking Skywalker and Tano's sabers with his own while stopping Ahsoka's shoto with his bare hand.

"What the—"

"Tutaminis. And I wasn't lying when I said I was bad at saber combat. Well, bad at not killing my opponent, at least."

"...Who the hell are you?" Ahsoka asked in a mixture of confusion and amazement.

"Pinkerton's the name. And I'm your worst nightmare." He kicked Ahsoka away, but Anakin tried to hack off his arm, only managing to nick his wrist, making him drop the lightsaber into a grate, down into the abyss. "I'll get that back later."

"You're unarmed and outnumbered! Surrender. It's your only option, Dark Jedi."

"Dark, no. Grey, yes. Unarmed?" He pulled, reaching for another one of his lightsabers, which was a copy of Sidious, sans the crystals, which were naturally red. "Fuck no." The weapon activated in a snap-hiss, and like Sidious, he launched into the air, spinning with a snarling warcry.

The red blade clashed with Anakin's own blue, and then in a blur of speed, the three Jedi were having trouble keeping up with him. Then, Ron proceeded to kick Obi-Wan away from the fight, and into a stack of crates.

"Yup, definitely Sith-trained!" The ground cracked open as a blue blade shot between Obi-wan's legs, making him jump as the saberstaff returned to Ron's left hand, both ends ignited. The Jedi quickly realized that their odds with one lightsaber were bad enough. Two? Death was assured if they didn't flee.

Which was the IDEA.

He was trying to make them leave him alone through use of his saber skill. But another snap hiss and a wooden object touching the ground got his attention.

Ron turned around, and groaned inwardly at who had arrived.

"Well, if it isn't Yoda," he said. "Grand Master of the Old Jedi Order,"

Along with Yoda was Mace Windu, and they were the last people he wanted to run into. "Well, what the hell. Those three barely take my morning sparring practices. Perhaps you can do better."

In the glorious Firespray, Boc looked back at multiple buildings being demolished through use of the Force. He knew Terran Purebloods were insanely powerful in the Force, but this was ridiculous!

Of course, he was born a Terran, and a Force sensitive, so who should he be one to judge. He then proceeded to get the hell off the planet, but first he had to get past the Coruscanti Home Fleet.

"Attention Mandalorian! You are to stop at once, shut down your engines, and be taken in for questioning!" came the familiar voice of Admiral Yularen, and he looked and saw the Resolute, leading two more Venators along with a few Arquitens.

"Sorry, but I an appointment!" Boc said as he hit the throttle.

The sister to Slave I shot past the destroyers, chased down by Nimbus V-Wings and ARC-170s. But while they were hyperspace capable, they were no match for the Firespray, which skirted the guns before jumping into hyperspace.

"Dun, dun, dundun, dun, dun, dundun dundundun, dundundun, dundundun, dundun," Jaden hummed as he arrived into the hangar, still carrying Serra as he stuck to the shadows. "Alright, what can I take to get the hell out of-" He paused as he saw one ship - which was not a single-seated Eta-2 or Delta-7 Starfighter… a G9 Rigger-class Freighter.

And he had a very good idea who it belonged to.

'...fuck it, I can't leave Serra, someone finds her just lying around, cover is blown.' He thought, as he leaped over to the boarding ramp of the vessel, getting inside before anyone could question what was going on. He strapped Serra into a seat - making sure she was KO'd for a while - before starting the ship up.

"Elvis is leaving the building!" He shouted, before he punched it as the Twilight went soaring from out of the Temple Hangar, leaving everyone inside shocked and confused as to what just happened.

And wondering who the hell Elvis was.

'Being forced to take in knowledge from Sith Lords must make me naturally destructive.' The base was in RUINS. Galen Marek's Star Destroyer trick had nothing on this. And while the Jedi were buried in the rubble, he found the only operational starfighter in the base still intact. And fittingly, it was a Z-95 Headhunter. The ancestor of the T-65 X-Wing was hyperspace capable, but weak in most respects. 'Good thing I have nanites to solve that problem.'

He climbed into the Z-95's cockpit, putting a computer taken from the wreck to bypass the astromech droid. "Ok, first stop, Alderaan."

The starfighter then started up, and was now taking, which was witnessed by all the Jedi present as they saw the Headhunter take off.

"Blast!" Obi-Wan shouted, "There goes one of them!"

Ron mockingly waved to the Jedi as the fighter shot away, channeling Force energy into the shields and engines, increasing the fighter's speed to twice its' normal rate and making it almost impossible to shoot down with fighter-sized CW-era weaponry. If he was running into TIE/LNs, he would be more worried.

"Hello, Resolute. Bye, Yularan."

After avoiding the Republic fighters, all the while damaging a good few of them, he got clear of the Republic warships and entered in coordinates to Alderaan.

"Sayonara, bitches!" he shouted and the Headhunter jumped to Hyperspace.

On the ground, all hell was breaking loose. The 'assassins' had gotten away, stolen a Z-95, one of the few pre-production Firesprays ever built, and the Twilight.

Anakin was understandably pissed at this. "He stole my ship!"

"It gets worse. One of them infiltrated the Temple, copied parts of the Archives and abducted Knight Keto."

"Master Drallig isn't exactly pleased..." Ahsoka said shaking her head. "How did all of this happen?"

"That's what we're going to find out Ahsoka," said Anakin, as he clenched his fist, "Even if I have to beat out of the guy who took the Twilight,"

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Wilhuff Tarkin, who looked like he had a panicked expression.

"Master Skywalker, Master Kenobi, please tell me that it's not true that the Firespray-31 prototype was stolen!" He said in a panicked tone, which was a first for the Jedi.

"I'm afraid it is true, Captain," said Obi-Wan, with Tarkin cursing.

"Dammit! This is not acceptable!" he said with anger, "We have to get it back!"

"Hold on there Tarkin, what's so special about the Firespray?" Anakin said, wanting to know what's gotten the Navy captain so worked up.

"Skywalker, that ship is not just a modified prototype of the original model, but it's equipped with the same stealth technology used on the ship you used at Christophis, only more refined," Tarkin said gravely, much to the surprise of Anakin and Obi-Wan, "And its navi-computer is programmed with coordinates for hold-out stations near the Unknown Regions incase the Separatists ever won! Those stations are filled with enough equipment, supplies, and weapons to each arm an entire legion of Clone Troops!"

"And how many stations are we talking about?" Anakin said.

"Hundreds. Enough to arm millions of men. Enough to retake the Republic should we lose this war. We MUST regain that Firespray, or we could lose everything!"

"Ok, Tarky, we GET it," Ahsoka snarked. "Mando's got a REALLY important ship. Master Kenobi, I doubt Master Skywalker's going to let that guy get away with the Twilight, so I guess you're going after that Firespray."

"And what about that man that dueled us to a standstill?"

"Master Hett and the Tector are the only ones that can go after him besides us, Master. Snips and I can go after the other one while you take on the Mandalorian. Last thing we need is another Death Watch."

"I doubt Vizsla would want a rival," Obi-wan said, "We will also need to look at the coordinates they jumped to, if we got any,"

"Yularen says they managed to get only the Firespray's coordinates," Anakin said, "He jumped to Carlac, as for the Twilight, we don't know."

"Don't know?" Obi-wan asked. "How?"

"Well, we got some of their coordinates, but... " Anakin said before he sighed, "Judging from what we were able to obtain… the Twilight is heading straight for the Unknown Regions."

"We have our work cut out for us. Anakin, take the Resolute, I'll take the Negotiator. Master Hett can deal with the other one."

Anakin nodded at that, "Right, come on Snips," he said, and the Master/Padawan duo left to their destination.

Obi-Wan sighed, and prepared to leave.

"Wait General Kenobi," he said, "If you're going after the Firespray, I suggest taking a few ARC Troopers, and a Commando Team with you. This man managed to steal the ship, and defeat a few clone guards, and if he's a Force-sensitive like you say, can't be too careful,"

"I'll take the ARCs, but that Pinkerton fellow nearly killed all three of us, Master Windu AND Master Yoda. If all three of them are as equally skilled in saber combat, ARC troopers might not do a thing to stop them."

Tarkin sighed at that, "I hope you are wrong, Master Jedi."

Ron the True Fan: Actual plot, added author and a few more changes make a URE. I hate doing this shit. Why can't I get anything RIGHT the first time?

Patriot-112: Bad luck I guess? *BAM!* OW! Who threw that!?

117Jorn: Sorry! I…. I keep hearing these damn voices… WHO SAID THAT! *throws rock*

Takeshi Yamato: *dodges rock* No idea what's going on with him.

Patriot-112: Anyone wanna knock him out?

Ron the True Fan: No. We got shit to do, and unless we get to it, the Empire will fall again! And no one wants that.

Ja Ne!