Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars nor do I claim that I own Star Wars.

Personally, I tried to do the Jedi trial as best as I could, because it could've gone either way for him to be exiled or not. But I figured that the future actions of Luke would have defined their decision, a basic understanding of how living creatures are incapable of suppressing emotions all the time, especially romantic feelings, and also the fact if the Sith can change with the Rule of Two, then the Jedi can change as well. I also wanted to have Yoda quote Nietzsche for this part.

The part where Acheron threatened Thotcher was the part I was looking forward to the most when writing the last chapter. I've been wanting to write that speech for a while to the point that it kind of started to go on repeat in my head. If I were her, I'd think what did I sign up for?

The parts about the clones and Shaak Ti having a mother-child relationship is actually a shout-out to the fanfiction Resist Order 66, where one clone is saved by her and reveals how the clone thinks of her.

So basically, Darth Acheron without his mask on is a sith Two Face. Speaking of Acheron, his design is based off of a Darth Vader redesign I saw where he wore a crown with the imperial crest.

The idea for Arya Organa actually came from Arya Stark from Game of Thrones. Don't judge me.

Oh, and the last few chapters...TV Tropes calls it IN SPITE OF A NAIL! So that doesn't mean I get what the F*** reviews. I like constructive criticism but that seemed extreme. You know who you are and I hope you know what I mean. Although, I'll one day conform and make an AU where the moment was avoided.

Anakin's nickname Dave is an anagram of Vader without the r. Speaking of Anakin, his appearance is based off of two comic book panels of him wearing white armor. I have yet to find a fanfiction based on this image.

The reason the twins were separated was because the Empire would be looking for twin babies, not individual babies. That's why they were split up in canon.

For a little while, I'll be writing one shots dealing with characters like Kanan and Ahsoka until the buildup to bigger and better things.

After this chapter, I'll be trying out a different typing style. You'll probably notice it in my other works.

A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY…

STAR WARS

A NEW BEGINNING

The Republic has fallen! As the jedi suffer genocide and goes into hiding with their loyal soldiers, in the middle of all of this Caleb Dume, the padawan of Jedi Knight Depa Billaba, who were stationed on Kaller when Order 66 was given.

Episode 6: Kanan's Story

The Planet Kaller was where Caleb Dume died.

It was where Depa Billaba's forces turned on each other, those loyal to the Jedi lead by Commander Grey, and those with the biochips lead by Captain Styles. As the two jedi and the loyal clones fight the sixty-sixed, Grey calls out, "Styles, what are you doing!? We had your biochip removed!" But Styles only states, "Good Soldiers Follow Orders." Master Billaba calls out to her forces, "There are too many. They'll soon cut off any escape. Caleb, Grey, we cannot win this battle...You must run."

Caleb looks at her in shock, while she blocks several blaster bolts as loyal clones fall beside her. She lies for the first time to them, "Go. I'll be right behind you." The two run while Styles orders, "Concentrate fire on the Padawan!" The two run while Caleb uses his lightsaber to block the blaster bolts. Styles continues, "Cut the kid off. Cut the kid down." Depa let's her guard down, "Styles, no!" Caleb and Grey look back to see her be gunned down.

After she falls, several clones surround her corpse and opens fire on her remains. After a few seconds, Styles commands, "Rostu Squad, with me!" The two run, until they decide to bury themselves in mud, grass, and sticks. Styles and the clones walk right past them. They make their way for the city that not too long ago they liberated. Grey ditched most of his armor and was now wearing a dirty cloak that hid much of his features like Caleb.

While boarding a shuttle, they overhear gossip over how the jedi tried to betray the republic. For days the two have been scavenging in dumpsters what they could get their hands on. The two are tired and hungry, but they have no credits for food and they are too afraid to sleep with Styles still hunting them. While scavenging, they see one of the lizard like locals standing over them. He snarks, "Well, look who's here? A baby jedi and a scarface clone…"

Caleb ignites his lightsaber, "Stay back!" The man raises his hands, "Whoa, kid, relax. I'm not gonna hurt ya." Grey threatens, "I'd like to see you try." Caleb adds, "And don't call me kid." The alien smirks, "Huh. Guess it's tough to suddenly be among the galaxy's most wanted." He looks the two over, "You look like you guys haven't eaten in days…" He takes a sniff and recoils, "...And you smell like you haven't bathed in weeks."

He tosses to them a few golden fruits, "Can't do much about the latter, but these should help a little for the former." The two drop everything and scarf down the fruits. The alien tells them, "That's it. No point observing the jedi/clone niceties now." The alien turns to leave, "Good luck. You'll need it." Before the alien gets too far, Caleb screams, "SLEEP!" The alien turns around, "Excuse me?" Caleb explains, "We need a safe place to sleep...Just for a few hours. Please!"

The alien shrugs, "Fine, you can crash on my ship - A one time offer." Grey offers his hand in handshake, "Thank you, mister…" The alien accepts the handshake, "Name's Kasmir. Janus Kasmir." The two were brought to Kasmir's ship, which he said was named the Kasmiri and insisted they clean up before entering the ship. After sleeping a full rotation, Kasmir get's them new clothes.

He explains, "Can't have you two walking around dressed like soldiers and monks while the Empire is hunting you down." Caleb asks while munching on some food, "Thakes. Wah doo ve doo bow?" Kasmir explains, "What do you do? What you have to do to live in the actual galaxy with the rest of us miscreants. You lie. You cheat. You steal. You survive. Didn't they teach you anything useful at those temples and science labs?"

The three suddenly hear a beeper. Kasmir asks, "What's that?" Caleb explains, "It's the Jedi emergency signal...Summoning me home!" Grey thinks aloud, "The generals must be rallying after the betrayal! Can you fly us to the Jedi temple on Coruscant?" Kasmir huffs, "No. No way. I don't do the core. I'm strictly outer rim. Besides, you're liabilities. Finish eating, then get out." He walks out of the ship, when a voice shouts, "You there!"

Caleb throws his food into a wall and asks, "What do we do now?" Grey answers, "If that's Styles out there, he won't stop hunting us. So we do what we have to do to live in the actual galaxy with the rest of miscreants. We lie, we cheat, we steal, we survive." They didn't take a second thought out of stealing the Kasmiri. Just mere minutes before coming out of hyperspace in orbit of Coruscant, the communicator beeps to life.

On the communicator appears a bearded Jedi, "This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi...I regret to report that our jedi order and the republic have fallen-With the dark shadow of the empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and reminder for any surviving jedi: Trust in the force. Do not return to the jedi temple. That time has passed and our future are uncertain. Avoid Coruscant, avoid detection. Be secret...But be strong. We will each be challenged: Our trusts, our faiths, our friendships. But we must persevere, and in time I believe a new hope will emerge. May the force be with you."

The holographic message ends with Grey asking, "So the Jedi failed in stopping the coup? But they had a vision of it...How could we still fail?" The moment the Kasmiri comes out of hyperspace over Coruscant, a plethora of clone starships swarm the ship, ordering, "Attention, Kasmiri. This vessel has been reported stolen-And is suspected of harboring fugitives. Surrender or be destroyed!"

Eventually, one of the pilots shouts, "Right. That's sixty seconds. More than enough time to respond or surrender. OPEN FIRE! EXECUTE THE JEDI!" Caleb and Grey struggle to avoid too many blasters, but they didn't get away unscathed with the 18% of shields proof. The Kasmiri is maneuvered behind the clone pilots and opens fire, taking out several fighters. Grey shouts, "There's an opening! Activate the hyperdrive!"

Caleb does just that and the ship enters the blue field of hyperdrive. Grey instantly asks, "Where do we go?" Caleb thinks aloud, "We can head for-No. Or maybe-No. Not there either. I say we go to the one place they wouldn't expect…"

"Kaller," Finishes Grey, "We go to Kaller." The ship comes out of hyperspace and lands on the planet. As they hide out on the planet, the two are pulled aside, by Kasmir no less, who is ready to fight the two. He screams, "I outta wring out your necks!" Caleb stammers, "Hey, we brought the ship back! Or would you rather we hadn't?" Kasmir snorts, "Guessing you only brought her back cuz the summons to the jedi temple was a trap...And you two had nowhere else to go!"

Grey grumbles, "That's not it at all…" Kasmir stares at Caleb, seeing him rub his hands in his messy hair. Caleb grumbles, "Fine. You're a good guesser. Is that what you want to hear?" Kasmir threatens, "What I want to hear is you two scurrying away and out of my life." Grey speaks up, "Wait-" But Kasmir interrupts, "Look, I get it. You two are used to following Masters and Generals-So you're in the market for a new one…"

Caleb retorts, "You are no master or general! You're a-" Kasmir interrupts, "...Trouble is, I'm not in the market for a Padawan or a Commander." He pulls out a blaster, "So scurry, before I do something no one else in the galaxy is alive to regret." Just like that, the two leave, but choose to keep close. They simply had nowhere else to go. So for a whole month the two followed Kasmir on every deal he made.

Caleb's hair became long and unkempt, Grey was growing a mess of hair with a beard to match. Their clothes had become rags. Eventually, they watch as Kasmir gets into an altercation with a group. One of them hisses, "I think You think you can cheat us, Janus!" Kasmir mumbles, "I think you're overreacting, Tapusk." Tapusk snorts while raising a blaster, "Let's see what our friends think."

Everybody points a blaster at Kasmir.

Tapusk smirks, "What do you know, Janus...I think they agree with me." Caleb and Grey jump into the standoff, screaming at the top of their lungs. Some of the men open fire on Caleb, but he brandishes his blue lightsaber and deflects the attacks. Kasmir and Grey get to work beating up the rest of the men. Kasmir points his blaster at Tapusk, who raised his hands in surrender, "I think you want to go now, Tapusk."

Tapusk stammers, "Yeah, Yeah. I think you're right." He turns tail and runs as fast as he can. Before anyone can celebrate, Kasmir grabs Grey and Caleb by the ear and drags them away. "Let's have a little talk, shall we?" is all he says. The two were dragged all the way to the Kasmiri. They are being scolded for helping the man. "What in the three moons was that!?" Caleb rubs his ear, "We were-You know-Saving you."

Kasmir backhand slaps his hand (Author's Note: I have no idea what he actually hit, but I chose to write away from him hitting Caleb). He snaps, "Do I look like someone who needs saving?" He sighs, "What you saw was a negotiation...I could've doubled their fees and still wound up ahead of the deal. Now, I'm out of a crew for the job-So I guess you just 'volunteered' to take their places." Caleb shrugs, "Yeah, sure. I suppose we could help you out…"

"But first, we gotta do something about that tell of yours, kid." States Kasmir. This confuses Caleb and Grey, "Tell?" Kasmir explains, "Every time you get nervous, you run your hand through your hair." Caleb looks at his hand and sees that he had been unconsciously doing that. This makes him question, how long has he been doing this, how much has he revealed himself just by doing this.

"No, I don't! I mean, uh, really? I do that? Every time?"

"Every time. And that's not the only thing that needs changing...Not when Jedi and Defective Clones are hunted more than thieves."

So now the two begin the process of looking...Normal. Caleb cuts his hair of the thread he's kept since becoming a padawan and makes his hair into a ponytail. He disassembles his lightsaber for a blaster, smashes what's now worthless and packs what is sentimental in a box to not be touched again for a long time. Grey, he kept himself unshaved, but also put his hair in a ponytail, and both are now wearing matching tunics.

Caleb smirked, "Guess I won't be running my hand through my hair anymore...But carrying a blaster-It feels wrong." Kasmir assures, "It won't the next time you need to reach for it, kid." Caleb grinds his teeth, "Stop. Calling. Me. Kid." Kasmir starts laughing, "You're forgetting that Caleb Dume is a wanted enemy of the new empire...Until you come up with a new name, you're better off with none...Kid."

Caleb scowls at this realization, "So what's the job, boss?"

They arrive at the base on the Kasmiri with little trouble. The three are wearing black spiked helmets with red visors where the eyes should be, obscuring their faces. They sneak past the guards. They hotwired a door to open for them. As they look around, Caleb remembers what Kasmir said, 'We've set out to steal a valuable shipment of IG-RM droids...For profitable black market resale later.'

Caleb admits to himself, 'Don't know why it doesn't bother me...That I've gone from being one of the Protectors of the Galaxy-To a common thief. But it doesn't. Galaxy's kind of a big ingrate, anyway.' As Caleb thinks this, the three are transporting crate after crate of the IG-RM droids onto the Kasmiri. Once they load up a desirable amount, they go back to get more. Kasmir heads back, "Just a couple more, I think...Don't want to get greedy."

They reenter the building to blasters being pointed at them. "A little late for that, perhaps." A voice tells them. That's when Caleb recognized one of those as Tapusk. A well dressed being states, "Janus Kasmir, I place you under arrest. Didn't think I'd recognize that helmet, did you?" At this moment, everyone removes their helmets. Kasmir snorts, "Well, arresting me is your prerogative, Gamut Key. You have that authority...The authority to put a war hero on trial for 'misplacing' a few droids."

Gamut raises an eyebrow, "War hero? Since when are you-" Kasmir interrupts, "Or...We could make a deal, a plea bargain, if you will. You let me go-AND ARREST THE JEDI AND CLONE TRAITOR INSTEAD!" He exclaims with an accusing finger at the shocked duo. Caleb doesn't even acknowledge Kasmir pinch his cheeks, "I'm telling you, the kid's a Jedi Padawan! C'mon Gamut Key, you must remember! You met him that time!"

Gamut raises an eyebrow, "I don't know. The man does look like an unkempt clone, but the boy...He looks...Different."

"I'm thinking Kasmir's right!" Everyone turns to see the booming voice is Tapusk, "I'm thinking that kid attacked me with one o' them jedi light-saver swords!" Kasmir screams, "Tapusk, you rat! Shoulda known you were the one who blew my op!" Tapusk apologizes, "Sorry, Kasmir. I'm thinking a reward's a reward." Kasmir scowls, "Yeah, well, the Empire's reward on a jedi is worth five times all these IG-RMS combined. So let me keep the droids I 'liberated.' Call it a modest share...Then the rest of you can claim the bounty and credit for capturing the traitors."

Grey proceeds to lunge at Kasmir, screaming, "YOU LYING SCUM!" Several guards have to restrain him.

Grey and Caleb are left sitting in a cell together, with nothing but a ray shield keeping them out. There's a hologram of Styles and a few other clones just glaring at them with Gamut nearby. Caleb refuses to look, but Grey is just glaring back. Gamut asks, "Are these the boy and rogue clone you've been hunting, Commander Styles?" Commander? Maybe the new Empire promoted those that were reprogrammed.

Styles assures, "That's them. Hold them there. I am at the Imperial Garrison at Plateau City-but I'll be there to carry out the execution for treason within the hour." He was smirking. He liked his promotion. By the force, he's happy. Gamut asks, "Execution?" Grey screams, "Styles! You're dead meat! You hear me!" Styles smirks, "I don't have to listen to you anymore, traitor." The transmission ends.

Gamut pauses, "Well...We'll leave you two alone. Give you this time to make peace with...With...Whatever you Jedi and Clones make peace with." Caleb just crawls into a corner, and just looks to the sky, wondering what he's making peace with. "Psst." They hear behind them. Outside the window is Kasmir, "Ready to go?" Neither of them understood what was going on.

Caleb blurts out, "Huh?" Kasmir smirks at this, "I'll take that as a yes." He steps away from the window, "Stand back." And the next thing anyone knows, a robot rips the wall open. Where did he get the robot? Caleb gets this thought out of his head since it's not important as Kasmir asks, "You two just gonna stand there?" They didn't have to be asked twice to start running. Gamut screams, "Stop them!" Tapusk orders, "Open fire!" But a guard warns, "Can't! The force field!" Tapusk screams, "I'm thinking you can drop the field! Our bounty's getting away!" As they flee, Caleb asks, "So you didn't betray us?" Kasmir admits, "Thought about it...But I wasn't about to let that rat Tapusk collect the reward!"

Grey snorts, "Real reassuring." Caleb adds, "Agreed." They finally make it to the ship and haul it off planet. Kasmir chuckled, "Come on, it all worked out-In fact, it worked out so well, we should pull this con on every world in the rim!" Caleb deadpans, "No. Thank you." Grey snorts, "Not in a million years." Kasmir chuckles, "Fine, fine. We have other options." So after that, the droids are sold, the credits gotten to finance the next heist. And the next. And the next.

This goes on for a long time, longer than either of them would like to admit, with Styles always close behind. And with each planet, he seems to get more resources. Whether they be contacts or soldiers. One day, Kasmir tells Caleb, "This is getting old, kid...Every time we finish a gig, we have to hit hyperspace to avoid those clones. I swear one of these days, I'm gonna hit it without you two! I mean, ditch you and leave you to em! Say are you two even listening?!"

Grey and Caleb are too busy yawning to pay attention. Travelling in hyperspace for so long can leave a tracking of time to be lost. It could be morning to them when it's midnight. Caleb snarks, "I hear you. But let's face it: Clones or no clones, it works to your advantage to stay on the move...Given your chosen profession." At this, Kasmir bursts out laughing with a sharp toothed grin.

"Heh heh. The kid's learning." Is all Kasmir says. They're now over a new planet, a new job. Planet Lahn is where the Kasmiri lands to trade stolen goods for stolen goods. Even though the three hadn't stolen the goods for the trade yet. So while Kasmir is scouting the job, he sends Caleb and Grey to meet with the client, just to not be stiffed. The two come across the old temple that the client has set up for the job.

Entering through a curtain over the door, Caleb asks, "Hello…? Mister Jondo…?" A voice says, "In here."

A hooded man appears, "I'm Jondo."

His face brings Caleb to complete fear. The red skin, the horns, the voice, and the red prosthetic eye. He recognizes him from Kaller. It was General Kleeve of the Separatists. Caleb pulls out his blaster, having flashbacks of battling the man, "You're not Jondo...You're General Kleeve! Don't' come any closer!" Grey has to restrain him, "Easy, kid. The war's over." Kleeve gruffs, "We must've met during the clone wars-and that you two were on the side of the… 'Republic.' I wonder...How do you like your republic now?"

That hurt Caleb. His face contorted to where he was about to cry. Kleeve took a seat on a crate, "Understand, as a separatist, I fought for freedom...But put my trust in a corrupt leadership." This didn't make any sense to them, so Grey states, "You were the leadership-A General." Kleeve responds, "The jedi were generals. Do you truly believe they comprehend the cause they served? Holster your weapon, boy. We are no longer enemies. Perhaps we never were."

Caleb follows the request, "Kasmir sent us. Did he know it was you?" Kleeve snorts, "I doubt it. By necessity, 'Jondo' has learned to cover Kleeve's tracks. I have Kasmir's ship. Does he have my spice?" Grey nods, "He's getting it. He just needs-Wait! A ship!?" Back at the dock, Kasmir is having a blaster rifle pointed at the back of his head, and told, "Don't move." Kasmir raises his hands slowly to show that he's unarmed.

Styles stands over Kasmir, "Where's the jedi?" Kasmir decides to get cocky, "Jedi? Thought those traitors were all dead." Styles isn't dealing with this, "We both know that a padawan and a malfunctioning officer remains...It's my duty to rectify that situation." Kasmir knew how to piss this guy off, "I understand. But I can't be of much help...I ditched the stupid kid after we left Kaller."

Styles smirks at his confidence, figuring out that he's probably lying, "And yet somehow I'm confident Caleb Dume will show up here...And soon will Grey." And he has no idea Grey or Caleb are listening in. And by the force are they conflicted. If they never show up, Styles would be forced to release Kasmir, usually. But it doesn't stop them from feeling like cowards. Plus, the empire isn't a democracy anymore. They have to save Kasmir.

Caleb gets an idea, and dives into the water to Kleeve. Grey follows behind. Sneaking past the clones, they tell Kleeve their plan. His response is, "You must be joking." Caleb promises, "No, look, Kasmir'll still bring your spice shipment-" Kleeve interrupts, "You mean Janus Kasmir, who's already under arrest?" Grey explains, "He was arrested for harboring...Well, us! They'll release once we don't show and-"

Kleeve interrupts, "And I suppose they'd never let him rot in prison for being a thief and a smuggler...Or simply out of pure spite. After all, we all know how easygoing...Imperial troopers are!" Caleb squeaks out, "But-" Kleeve continues, "But you expect me to just give you a ship anyway, based on...What? Our prior relationship as deadly enemies?" Caleb explains, "But are we still enemies? The clones want you, General, just as much as they want us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, as they say."

That was what convinced Kleeve to take them to the second ship, the addition to Kasmir's fleet, the backup for when things go wrong. And the whole time, Kleeve won't stop complaining. He'll say, "Why am I doing this," or "This is completely idiotic," and so on. Suddenly, he becomes nostalgic. He admits, "It's odd. I never relished combat, but war brought out the best in me." Caleb agrees, "I...I know what you mean."

In the market, Kleeve continues, "And my life as Jondo...It diminishes me." Caleb knows what he means. He just won't say it. No runaway has time for reflection. Eventually, Kleeve states, "There. Bay seventeen." Caleb and Grey look at the ship like a fine woman, with Kleeve explaining, "She was originally called Farbrooke's Hope...Though Kasmir was planning to rename her the Kasmiri Two. No vanity there, right?"

Caleb is absolutely giddy with the new ship. He admits, "Maybe I'll just call her the Escape." Kleeve shrugs, "Seems appropriate." Caleb can't stop smiling, until he feels something is off. He turns around, reaching for a weapon. But the butt of a rifle knocks him to the ground, with the barrel now pointed at him, while Kleeve and Grey are restrained, a giddy voice states, "Now, traitor, we finish what we started!"

He speaks into a communicator, "Kickback to Styles." Styles appears with Kasmir at gunpoint, "Styles here." Kickback states, "We did it, sir. We got the kid and Grey." Styles smiles, "Good. Rendezvous back at the freighter." The transmission ends, with Kasmir asking, "So you finally murdered the kid and stick in the mud. Satisfied now?" Styles huffs, "It's not about my satisfaction. It's about executing traitors to the empire."

Kasmir screams at him, "You don't even know what you're fighting for anymore!" Styles snorts, "I don't have to know. I just have to follow orders. Something Grey needs to be reminded of." He tells a trooper, "Take us to Kaller. I want to enjoy this." Grey snorts, "Brag to Kasmir about no satisfaction, and yet this? Hypocrite." Styles smiles, "As long as I eliminate traitors. Good soldiers follow orders."

Caleb asks, "Traitors to what?" Styles smiles, "Awake, huh? Good. Cuz I want you to see this coming." This makes Caleb snort, "The way my master saw it coming when you betrayed her?" This made Styles angry, "I'm not the traitor! You are! And to prove it...Execute Order 66." Grey states, "Good soldiers follow orders." Styles smiles, "Good. Soldiers, untie the loyal soldier." Caleb looks to Grey...Who winks.

Caleb acts, "So we fight side-by-side in every battle, and all we jedi get is die with the republic? I mean, yeah the republic was betrayed. But by Palpatine. Not us. He used you to destroy the jedi so he could have his empire. Styles, Grey, try to remember. You worshipped master Billaba. Do you truly believe in your hearts she could ever have been a traitor?" There is a tense silence. All the way until hyperspace is left outside the orbit of Kaller.

Styles readies his blaster as he hears on the intercom, "Commander, we have entered Kalleran Space." Styles takes the safety off, "Nice try. Hope you're ready to die, kid." Caleb admits, "Not ready. And don't call me kid." And one last time, Caleb Dume uses the force to push the two away. The intercom booms, "Commander, two small freighters have emerged from hyperspace two hundred meters from our position. Their shields are up; Their weapons, armed."

Caleb focuses and puts his hand in the air, opening the airlock. Grey holds on for dear life as he screams, "Caleb, no!" But Caleb was already out the airlock, drifting in space. He's pulled into the Kasmiri safely.

"After that, the Imperial ship was blown up from the inside. I think that was Grey's plan all along. When we landed on Kaller, Caleb-Er, the kid-Er, whatever he's calling himself now, took the Escape and told Us Caleb Dume is dead and who knows where he is now."

Jedi Master Plo Koon admits, "That's the first time I've heard you call the boy Caleb since this interview started."

Kasmir raises his hands, "Interview? Is that what you jedi call taking me and my partner on your stolen starship for interrogation?"

Koon asks, "Just one question, how'd you know the parts you weren't there for?"

Kasmir shrugs, "Grey left audio logs, diaries if you will. Told everything he could tell. Now can me and Jondo get going now?"

Koon nods, "Yes. You and General Kleeve are good to go. Just know the rebellion could use men like you."

Kasmir snorts, "Kleeve, maybe. Me, not so much."

Kasmir gets up and leaves, with Kleeve on the other side waiting for him. Koon activates a hologram of the new form of Anakin Skywalker, and asks, "Anakin, what is your assessment?"

Anakin speaks in his baritone voice, "I'd say we'll be seeing Caleb Dume again someday, but he won't be Caleb Dume anymore."

Koon nods, "I agree. He doesn't want to be found, and when he will, he'll be a new person."

Anakin states, "True. That means we have one less jedi to look for right away."

Koon agrees, "Now, I think we need to find Ahsoka. I'll contact Luminara to see if she can help us. Your padawans were...Close."