Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

70.

Obi-wan made it to Utapau and had sent his legion to take their positions around the city. After he sent his starfighter off-planet as a decoy, Obi-wan went undercover through the city to look for the cyborg, General Grievous. He had secured transportation and made his way towards the capital building on his lizard boga. Commander Cody was waiting for his general's call to engage with the droid army that would inevitably be set upon the clone legion, and Obi-wan was confident that they wouldn't disappoint him with their battle.

Inside a canyon that was littered with battle droids, Obi-wan pulled his lizard boga to a stop. The Jedi had a full view of his target, and the cyborg was hunched over as his troops waited around him. Obi-wan waited for his moment to reveal himself and be pulled into battle with the dangerous general. But what the Jedi couldn't see from his concealed spot, was the hologram that Grievous was hunched over.

'Take care of Kenobi. He will be arriving soon. I trust you to do what others have failed,' the hologram of a hooded figure said. Without a face, the figure's voice was distorted and low, but General Grievous listened silently to his lord's commands.

'And what of your plan, my lord? Have your tests proved successful?' Grievous questioned.

'The elimination of the Jedi will be done when the time is right. There is still an initiation that needs to be completed,' the hologram said. 'However, perhaps a test of the signal is in order...'

'When I am done with Kenobi, I will await your next order, my lord.'

The hooded figure disappeared from the mobile transmitter and the general went to give some orders to his droids, but was stopped by the entrance of a certain Jedi. As the battle droids raised their blasters, General Grievous turned around with his cloak whipping behind him. Without his over robe and with his lightsaber in hand, Obi-wan Kenobi had dropped from above and wore a teasing grin on his bearded face.

'Hello there!'

'General Kenobi!'

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A group from the 501st legion was sat in the temple's cafeteria. Sat with his co-workers, one clone, who looked like any other, was listening to the general chat that hummed on his table. A few Jedi were spotted around, but most had been sent on missions throughout the galaxy. There was a shortage of legions and Jedi, but there was hope in the air that the war would soon be over. Word had spread that Master Obi-wan Kenobi had ventured to Utapau to finally take down General Grievous, and the last of the separatist leaders would be picked off one by one after the cyborg's fall. The end was in sight, and the temple was empty, but not in bad spirits.

As the 501st clone went to scoop some more broth from his bowl, his arm paused in its movements. Without slipping its contents into the clone mouth, the spoon was lowered back into the bowl and the clone swiveled on the bench to stand up. He grabbed his helmet from next to him and began to head towards the door.

'Hey, Len! Where are you going?' another clone called from the table. The acknowledgement made the rest of the table look to the bowl that was left unfinished, before all eyes turned to the departing clone.

'Len! Hey!'

The calls for the clone were ignored and the cafeteria doors were opened and closed with a stiff hand. The clones of the 501st looked at each other in confusion, before shrugging and returning to their original conversation. One suggested that maybe the clone had remembered something urgent and was returning to his quarters. Or perhaps their general, Anakin Skywalker, had called for him through his commlink and none of them had noticed. Whatever it was, they left him to it. 

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As the Jedi Master turned a corner, the hallway was nearly empty. Without Jedi and clones wandering about, the temple was becoming ghostly, but at least its walls locked in the warmth that came from the summer weather outside. Sol didn't need her over robe and her hair was tied and braided at the back of her head. It was becoming too warm to have her thick, long hair down her back and over her shoulders. It was the one thing she didn't favour about the summers on Coruscant.