General Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed. "I think we're lost," he informed his former Padawan. Anakin shook his head, splattering him with drops of water from the recent rainfall. "A Jedi does not admit defeat."

"You still have much to learn. And a human admits defeat. You can't deny that Asajj got the best of us this time."

"Well, what do you propose now?"

He sighed again. The mission to Uti-Domum was supposed to be a simple one, or at least simple for these days: Lead the Clones up against a platoon of droids; no Ventress or any other key figures were supposed to be involved.

'Supposed to' being the key words.

They had been chasing her for almost two and a half hours, it was nightfall now, and how many miles away they were from where the Clones had been battling the droids was anyone's guess.

"Well, first, let's try to contact Commander Fleetwood." Obi-Wan activated his com-link, and was quickly able to get a connection. "Commander Fleetwood! What were the results of the battle?"

"We lost about a third of the men." His face was grim, and the General understood why. Some might feel that if you came out with over half of your soldiers alive, it was a good fight, but, well, they'd never been in a full scale war.

"General Kenobi, where are you? My locator indicates that you're almost twenty miles north of us." "I guess that would be accurate." Truth be, he had no idea which direction they had been running in. "Commander, it's almost twenty-one hundred hours. There's little chance of us making it to you unscathed." Uti-Domum was a quiet, peaceful planet by day, but by night, it was infamous for the dangerous wildlife that lived near the small villages that is was primarily composed of. "We'll meet up tomorrow, at nine hundred hours." "Agreed. Fleetwood out." "Kenobi out."

While they were speaking, Anakin had been wandering around. "There's a village less than a fourth of a mile away. We should be able to find somewhere to spend the night."

"We are supposed to walk up to a random house, and request shelter? That's not a very Jedi-like thing to do."

Even in the dark, Obi-Wan could make out the Chosen One's smirk. "But it is a human thing to do."

"I yield."

Anakin was proven correct. There was a town, albeit a small one, remarkably close by.

"I hope you realize how strange this is going to look. Two random humans-" The elder of the two was interrupted. "We are not 'two random humans'! I might remind you that our names are known even in the Outer Rims." "That's not entirely relevant. We are two people who have no association whatsoever with this planet walking up to an unknown house and requesting shelter."

"That is irrelevant if we get shelter."

Obi-Wan braced himself as they approached an average-sized dwelling. "Relax, Obi-Wan. Just let me do the talking."

His once-Padawan strode confidently up to the door, and knocked twice.

"What is it?" a slightly hostile voice called out.

"Kindly open up!" it was not a question.

A man perhaps a few years younger, holding a blaster, opened the door a crack. "Yes?"

Anakin smiled. "Hello! I'm General Skywalker, and this is General Kenobi. On behalf of the Republic, we request that you grant us shelter."

"General Kenobi?" the man's tone was one of astonishment, which confused him slightly. Anakin was generally the more famous of the two. The person lowered the blaster and craned his neck to get a better look at him. His eyes widened. "It is you! Well, I guess you'd better come in.

More befuddled then ever, Obi-Wan followed Anakin into the threshold.

A/n: This will be short, only two or three chapters.