(note, I have got caught up in schoolwork for my master's, and I also got a new kitten. )
Kamino – Tipoca City
The storm was endless.
Waves crashed like titans against the stalk-like foundations of Tipoca City, and lightning lit the sky in flashes that seemed to freeze time itself. As the Jedi transport descended into the docking bay, the rain hammered against the hull like thousands of accusing fingers.
Qui-Gon Jinn stood silently at the viewport, his arms behind his back. Obi-Wan Kenobi approached behind him, tension written across his features.
"I don't like this place, Master," Obi-Wan murmured. "It's too clean. Too... sterile."
"You're right to be cautious," Qui-Gon replied. "The Force is muffled here. Blurred. Like it's being... suppressed."
They exchanged a glance—an unspoken agreement. Something was off.
Prime Minister Lama Su met them with polite detachment. Tall, smooth-skinned, with a voice like polished ice.
"Welcome to Kamino, Master Jedi. We've been expecting you. Please—this way."
The halls were bright, colorless, and cold. Kaminoans moved about like shadows in white. No laughter. No warmth. Just efficiency.
As they walked, the Jedi passed long glass windows, behind which rows of identical children marched in sync. Uniform, precise, and disturbingly silent. Clone cadets trained in hand-to-hand combat, ran simulations, and recited memorized protocols like machines.
"They begin training at a young age," Lama Su explained. "Instinct is not reliable. Obedience is."
Obi-Wan frowned. "And what if they question orders?"
"They don't."
The Neural Conditioning Lab
The Jedi were led into a chamber lined with transparent vertical tanks. Inside floated clone fetuses, monitored by glowing readouts and robotic arms. Screens displayed brain activity, growth rates, and a neurological interface labeled simply.
Qui-Gon leaned forward. "What is that?"
Taun We answered, "A behavioral modification implant. To ensure stability. Prevent aggression or insubordination."
"I want to see its programming," Qui-Gon said sharply.
Taun We blinked. "Of course. Though few outside our science division have reviewed the deeper command sequences."
Obi-Wan stepped beside his former Master, sensing his rising concern. "Qui-gon?"
Qui-Gon gave a slight nod. "Stay alert."
Inside the data chamber, they were handed a secure access console. A simple interface revealed a list of contingency orders.
Dozens.
Dozens of them.
Order 4 – Eliminate a corrupt Supreme Chancellor.
Order 14 – Deploy clones to suppress planetary unrest.
Order 66 – In the event of Jedi treason, all Jedi are to be executed immediately without question.
Order 89 – Detain Force-sensitive civilians indefinitely.
Order 100 – Reallocate clone loyalty to the new government structure upon Republic failure. The list seemed to never end, but one thing was clear: something was off.
Obi-Wan's face paled. "These… these are assassination orders."
Qui-Gon said nothing. His hand was clenched. His mind was racing.
"This army isn't loyal to the Republic. It's loyal to whoever holds the leash."
After excusing themselves under the guise of needing "Jedi-only deliberation," Qui-Gon contacted the Kaminoan genetics division.
With quiet authority, he issued the following commands:
Halt further inhibitor chip implantation.
Begin removal of all active chips from growing clones.
Reclassify the operation under a fabricated ethics directive—"Bio-Neurocorrective Purge."
The Kaminoans didn't question him. Jedi clients paid well and seldom lied.
Later that night, hidden inside a comm room overlooking the storm, Qui-Gon activated a classified beacon known only to Revan.
The blue hologram of Revan appeared. "I take it the tour was... educational."
Qui-Gon's jaw was tight. "They're not soldiers. They're weapons. Made for suppression. Assassination. Control."
He sent the encrypted list of all 150+ contingency orders. Revan's expression darkened as he read.
"Order 66," Revan said aloud. "Wipe out the Jedi. Without hesitation."
"It's only one of many," Qui-Gon said. "And I don't believe the Council has any idea."
"Then we can't tell them," Revan replied instantly.
Qui-Gon nodded grimly. "If Palpatine is connected to this—and I believe he is—then anything we say in Coruscant could be overheard. Sidious is watching."
Revan was quiet for a moment. Then: "What did you do?"
"I stopped the implants. Existing ones are being removed. Future clones will be clean."
Revan gave a small nod of respect. "That's a critical strike. Sidious won't know."
"There's more," Qui-Gon said. "These clones—especially the ARC Troopers and Republic Commandos—they're different. Smarter. Free-thinkers. The average Jedi will misuse them."
"So what are you proposing?" Revan asked.
"I've already spoken to Lama Su. All Alpha-class ARCs and Commando units are being assigned to you. Dantooine will serve as their command staging post. You'll train them, guide them."
Revan raised a brow. "You're giving me my own army."
"I'm giving them a commander who values life."
As Qui-Gon deactivated the holocomm, he stood alone in the storm-lit chamber, eyes closed.
Obi-Wan entered quietly. "I read through the orders too."
Qui-Gon opened his eyes. "Then you understand."
Obi-Wan hesitated. "Master… do you think there's a Sith behind this?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "I know there is."
They looked out the window, where thousands of white-armored figures marched in silent unison.
The Jedi had not won a war yet.
They had merely entered the first battle.
Location: Jedi Enclave – Dantooine
Revan stood in his meditation room, arms folded, the bluish glow of the holotable illuminating his face.
Across the connection stood Qui-Gon Jinn, his expression grim. Behind him, the sterile whiteness of Kamino shimmered with rain and hidden truths.
Obi-Wan's voice filtered in faintly from off-holo. "We've confirmed it. The inhibitor chips are in all of them—infused early in development."
Qui-Gon leaned forward. "And there's more. I requested a full decrypted list of contingency protocols—what they call 'Order Commands.'"
Revan's eyes narrowed. "And?"
"There are over 150 encoded Orders, Revan. Some meant for war… others for controlling, even eliminating, Jedi. Order 66 is just one of them."
Revan's voice dropped. "Does the Council know?"
Qui-Gon shook his head. "I don't dare tell them. Not yet. If Palpatine hears of it, he'll bury the trail. You're the only one I trust."
Suddenly—a faint bang echoed through the wall behind Revan, followed by muffled voices and...was that laughter?
Revan didn't flinch. "Continue."
Qui-Gon arched a brow. "What was that?"
Revan glanced off-holo. "My brother and his...girlfriend."
Qui-Gon " Asoka"
Revan "Asoka"
In the corridors nearby, Naruto Uzumaki whispered excitedly, "Okay, target locked: Anakin and Padmé."
Ahsoka grinned, "The perfect couple. We make their date unforgettable."
With careful stealth, they prepared their weapons of choice: enchanted rose petals that burst into harmless but dazzling colorful smoke, and tiny devices that triggered romantic music from hidden speakers.
They laid a trail of rose petals leading from the Enclave's gardens to the balcony where Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala were quietly enjoying their evening stroll.
As Anakin lifted Padmé's hand to kiss it, a whirl of pink and violet smoke erupted around them, followed by the soft sounds of a love ballad played through invisible speakers.
Padmé blinked, then laughed. "Naruto and Ahsoka again?"
Anakin smiled, shaking his head with mock exasperation. "I should've known."
Just then, a small mechanical bird swooped past, releasing a shower of glitter onto Anakin's dark hair.
He coughed, trying to brush it away as Padmé giggled.
The muffled sounds reached Revan's ears. He glanced at the holotable and smiled faintly.
Qui-Gon chuckled softly on the other side. "Reminds me of the reckless days of youth."
Revan's voice was calm but amused. "Yes… reckless, but necessary."
Location: Jedi Enclave Gardens – Dantooine
Anakin Skywalker stood close to Padmé Amidala near a flowering arbor. His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Looking into her eyes, he whispered, "Padmé..."
Her breath caught, and time seemed to still.
Then, with quiet grace, Anakin leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on her lips.
Padmé's cheeks flushed, a smile blossoming as their hands intertwined.
A few yards away, behind a curtain of wisteria, Naruto and Ahsoka stood nervously close, cheeks flushed in a very different way.
Naruto swallowed hard, his usual grin softened by genuine shyness. "Ahsoka... I—"
Ahsoka smiled gently, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "It's okay, Naruto."
Slowly, they leaned in. Their lips met in a brief, sweet kiss — shy and uncertain, but filled with the promise of something new.
The moment was innocent, full of hope and the awkward thrill of first love.
At that instant, a soft breeze carried the faint echo of romantic music—an invisible melody that seemed to tie these two moments together across the garden.
(play and music in your mind that makes this scene more lovely, dovey )
Unbeknownst to them, Revan, standing quietly on the porch nearby, watched the scene with a rare softness in his eyes.
A gentle voice behind him—Aayla Secura's—whispered, "Love always finds a way, even in the darkest times."
Revan nodded. "It is the light we must protect."