Last chapter! Thank you SO MUCH for all of your lovely comments, it really makes my day to read them! I'm glad you enjoy these nutty situations as much as I do!

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Anakin hated clandestine missions.

Look, give him a target to blow up, great. A battle to win? No problem. But sulking around, investigating, using "non-aggressive" negotiations was the worst. The past two weeks he'd spent with Obi-Wan trying to uncover a Separatist spy hiding out on Bonadan had been nearly as trying as the entire war itself. Especially because Obi-Wan kept telling him that he was being "melodramatic" each time he pointed it out.

Anakin scoffed. As if he was capable of being such a thing.

Not that The Team hadn't been successful up to this point. They'd caught the spy eventually and had managed to confiscate the information she'd been holding. The trouble had come from that fact that despite Obi-Wan's claims that he was far more subtle than Anakin, the two of them had never quite gotten through a mission without some disastrous clatter accompanying their entry, exit, or any such movement in between.

So here they were now, scrambling (ehm sauntering, as Obi-Wan put it) through the alleyways of Bonadan as they tried to evade the small army of assassin droids headed their way.

"Well Master," panted Anakin, "At least we're getting our exercise in for the day."

"Yes," said Obi-Wan dryly, "Because I was so worried that it was your stomach and not your skull that was getting thicker." He quickly darted down an alleyway. "However could the Republic's poster boy appear with such a figure? Morale would be lost."

Anakin found the energy to playfully swat his master as they sped down another alleyway. "I was really thinking about you, Master. I thought the creaking I heard earlier was from R2, not your joints." He shot Obi-Wan a grin. "Pretty soon I'll be giving you a tune -up along with the droids."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he made for the roof of one the taller buildings. "Force forbid. A tune-up with you sounds worse than a visit to the Healers."

Anakin covered his heart with his hand in shock before moving to follow Obi-Wan up the building. Grabbing a brick he said, "Master, I'm offended. A Healer? Next thing you know you'll be calling me an Archivist."

Obi-Wan snorted. "If only. Maybe then you'd actually read the mission briefings."

The rest of the ascent was made in silence as each Jedi attempted to find an open window. When Obi-Wan finally located one, the two crawled into the darkened building. Creeping into the hallway, Anakin lit his lightsaber. "Where do you think we are?" he said looking at the green walls.

"I'm not sure," said Obi-Wan, "It appears to be some sort of office building. It seems relatively new. Some of these offices look like they're still under construction. Anakin, see if you can't find a way to tap into the security system. It would be a shame to finally enter a building quietly only to set off the alarm." He looked next to him. "Anakin? Anakin?"

He whirled around to find his former apprentice examining something on the wall. Annoyed, he tapped Anakin on the shoulder. "Am I interrupting something?"

Beckoning the older man forward, Anakin gestured at the portrait that was hanging on the wall in front of him. "Master, look at this. Doesn't this guy look familiar to you?"

Squinting his eyes, Obi-Wan examined the painting more closely. "Hmm. Interesting. I do think you're right." Bending down he read the inscription on the frame. "Caleb Merrill Chant. Founder and CEO of the Cabbage Corporation. "He paused. "Oh dear. You don't think-"

"Oh Force, Obi-Wan, it's just not possible." Anakin inspected the plaque more closely and groaned. "Master look. They wrote the company motto underneath the portrait.

"Though the Jedi took and tore, our CABBAGES will forever endure" read Obi-Wan. "Well. It seems we made quite the impression."

Anakin huffed. "Ya think?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Well, that's all the more reason to disable the alarms before-" A blaring sound rang through the building, "-that happens."

"Yup, time to go," said Anakin. The two Jedi took off down the hallway, only to come face to face with six of the assassin droids that had been pursuing them. Standing back to back, Anakin and Obi-Wan prepared for the battle. "What do you think?" asked Anakin "Three for you, three for me?"

"And here I thought you had slept through your advanced mathematics courses," observed Obi-Wan before leaping into action.

The battle was swift, but intense. Anakin shoved the first two droids through an office wall with a Force push and desk before chasing the last one through the halls of the office building, slashing and parrying his way down three levels until he succeeded in dismembering his foe. Obi-Wan opted for a slightly more delicate approach, trapping his assassins beneath a desk and table before cutting a hole around the entangled droids and watching them fall to the basement.

"Well," said Anakin rejoining his former master, "I think that went well."

"DID IT NOW?"

The two Jedi whirled around to find themselves confronted with a familiar looking frown, and half of the Bonadan police force.

Obi-Wan stepped forward. "Mr. Chant, we can really explain the damage-"

"MY CABBAGE CORPORATION!" howled the cabbage merchant, now CEO,"YOU DESTROYED MY CABBAGES!"

"Well technically, we didn't destroy any physical cabbages this time-" started Anakin.

"Does it really matter?" wailed the cabbage merchant. "You destroyed my offices! My headquarters!" Turning to the police captain he pointed frantically at the Jedi. "Arrest them! Jail them! Let them never see the light of day again, like an ungrown cabbage!"

The police captain cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well actually, Mr. Chant, seeing as how they're Jedi, they have a special status assigned to them-"

"What! So you're not going to do anything to these murderers?!"

"Um-"

The cabbage merchant huffed and walked up to the Jedi, standing on his tip toes to whisper to them. "That's it!" he hissed. "As soon as my company gets off the ground, we will ally ourselves with the Separatists! If the Republic's defenders can't protect my cabbages maybe they can!"

Obi-Wan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sir, if you really stop to think about it-"

But the cabbage merchant had already stalked off, shooting the police captain a murderous glance as he marched away.

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan. "So um. Should we be worried?"

Obi-Wan stood silently for a moment before sighing again. "It seems this is one battle we were not destined to win." He shook his head. "Let's just go home."

Anakin followed his master as they walked away from the ruined office building. "So what do you think, Master. Cabbage soup for dinner?"

"ANAKIN."

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And that is the story of how Obi-Wan and Anakin pushed the cabbage merchant to the Dark Side. *shrugs* ya win some you lose some. Thanks again for reading 3