Star Wars: Galaxy in Crisis

[Varshanka]

116611

Shrugging at the lack of further communication TR-116611 turned and left the room. Walking around the ship the Clone surveyed the combat capabilities of the transport. Two quad mouted turrets and a missile launcher. If it came to a fight, they were dead.

Hopefully this vessel was fast. Very fast.

 

[LuckyVic]

Anakin Skywalker

:22 days Later:

It had been a long trip, however it was almost over. One of the things about hyperspace travel was that you had a lot of time on your hands. Anakin used this time to construct another lightsaber using spare parts he had found around the Envoy. The hilt was virtually identical to the one on his belt, the only difference was the use of artificial blue synth-crystals. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have made a lightsaber with synth-crystals, as with must Jedi, they preferred to use natural ones. However finding natural crystals would be a task that could be put off until much later. He wouldn’t even have made this new lightsaber, however building it gave him something to do. They had finished all the internal repairs possible, and had to wait until they arrived on Tatooine before the more extensive repairs could be completed.

So this gave him not only a distraction from worrying about the condition of Padme and Obi-wan, but allowed him to mediate and commune with the force. He felt at peace with himself, and focused. Even as he looked at the new hilt, that he probably would never use, but with his track record having a backup was probably a good idea. He was sliding the hilt into a compartment within R2, when he heard the alert signaling that they were reading to exit hyperspace. “It’s about time.” He said to no one in particular and rose from the cargo room floor and made his way to the cockpit. From there he reintegrated the ship back into real space. He shook his head as he looked out of the canopy and saw an image that he hoped he’d never see again. “Obi-wan always said never say never. The Force works in mysterious ways.” He whispered as he took the ship first into orbit and then entered the atmosphere of the planet.

He touched down not to far out of Anchorhead, which was one of the oldest cities on the planet. Over the years it had been abandoned and repopulated. But since Mos Eisley was built, Anchorhead was little more than an outpost used by the local moisture farmers. They were some 800 km from Mos Eisley which meant they should be out of sight from anyone that could report them to the Empire. They might be able to find someone to get the parts they needed for the ship at Anchorhead or Toshi station. And if worse came to worse Anakin could always go see Owen Lars, his step-brother for help. After securing the control and powering down he left the cockpit and made his way to the ramp. He opened it up and went down a few steps, just enough to see nothing but sand. “I really hate sand.” He whispered to himself.

 

[ZRT]

Sev didn't normally hang around Jabba's little throne room, especially not when the Hutt was conducting his business. But something had drawn him in today, something he couldn't define or explain.

He wasn't a superstitious man. Things in the galaxy made sense and had explanations. A lot of the nonsense about Jedi was just that, nonsense, effects that could be replicated with sufficiently advanced technology.

Admittedly after seeing a bit of Mundi in action at Mygeeto, he'd love to get his hands on whatever stash of tech the Jedi had been hording at their temple. That was some pretty hot gear.

But something about that stupid carbonite slab stuck with him. He kept telling himself that getting nicked in the brain was the cause of his weird dreams and the hallucinations he was starting to have.

The room was bustling, the band wailing out another obnoxious tune, and even if he couldn't see the Hutt, he sure could smell him. Sev skirted the back of the crowd, making his way along the back wall toward the carbonite slab. Still there. Still some random bastard who'd been flash frozen. Still somebody with absolutely no relevance to his existence and continued survival.

Yeah.

He felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Somebody was watching him. He pivoted a half turn, scanning from the corner of his eyes, picked up motion, moving his way. He pivoted some more, saw the mercenary who he'd fought with the other night sliding between a pair of Bith and stepping out of the way of Fortuna. They made eye contact, the mercenary nodding at him and giving him a small, frosty smile. Sev took two steps to the rear, putting his back to the wall. His shoulder brushed the carbonite slab, warm to the touch from the heat of the throne room. He nodded back at the mercenary, who gave up any pretense of skulking about and simply walked boldly over to him.

"Nice scar," the man said, looking at the side of Sev's head. "Looks kinda inflamed still. Chitters couldn't get a good med droid for ya?"

"How's the knee?" Sev asked, glancing down. He looked back up, their eyes locking. The mercenary chuckled quietly, and Sev joined in.

"Mesk Irla," the mercenary said, bringing his hand up and pivoting it over, fingers splayed, likely a greeting gesture in his culture.

"Sev Kistin," Sev replied. Nar Shaddaa didn't really have greeting gestures. Other than kicks to the genitals, but that wasn't appropriate in this situation. Yet.

The Irla nodded. "I know."

They stared at each other a moment longer. Sev finally broke the silence. "So...?"

"Just wanted you to know my name," Irla said. "For when the time comes." With that, he pivoted and walked away, boldly showing Sev his back.

Sev rolled his eyes. Guy was a good knife worker, but that sort of game was dumb. Professionals never should tip their hands. But the bastard was still dangerous, regardless. He glanced at the carbonite slab. "Makin' karkin' friends all over, hey Raff?"

Time to get back to work.

As he walked away, he could've sworn he heard a ghostly voice whisper a word. Jodo...

He didn't look back.

 

[Screech]

Ro'ak had spent most of the trip in a gllomy state. Not that he didn't look gloomy enough as it was, it's just that, somehow, he looked even more gloomy than before. He spent most of the time checking and rechecking his gear. Sure, most of it was very useful, but if he had to he would sell off whatever was required to book passage to wherever it was he wanted to go next.

The transition out of Hyperspace, atmospheric entry, and landing were all very smooth. So smooth, in fact, that Ro'ak only barely noticed they had touched down. Gathering his equipment, he slung his kitbag over his shoulder and walked to the main ramp. At the bottom, muttering to himself about sand, was Jedi Master Anakin. Ro'ak sighed tohimself as he walked down the ramp and passed the human.

"Totooiene, huh? Not been here in a long time." He turned to look at the Jedi. "I can't say this trip hasn't been uneventful, but I'll take my leave now. I'm sure I can find something to do here, Master Jedi. So long" Turning away, he adjusted the weight of his kitbag and headded out for Ancorhead. Perhaps he could find something to sell on there. Then again, there was a Hutt here, if memory served. Hutts are always good for taking on bodyguards or bounty hunters...

 

[ZRT]

The dreams hadn't gone away, but at least they'd gotten some variety going. Now half the time it was the loser in the carbonite slab, and the other half was various iterations on fighting and/or getting killed by Irla.

Tonight it was 'Raff' again. He was touching the side of the cold slab, studying the thawing controls built into the slab. Intuitively his fingers played along the buttons that would initiate the process, almost caressing them. He stared at them, watching the lights blink in their endless sequence. He blinked a couple of times and realized suddenly that he wasn't dreaming.

Yep.

He was standing in the throne room. Next to the damned slab. Buck naked.

He looked down, color flooding his cheeks, wondering if anybody had seen him come in. Night cycle had crowd away and asleep, but...

Well, if he came across the wrong kind of company social embarrassment would be the least of his concerns.

He turned and walked away quickly.

Kark it all. He decided he was going to hijack that stupid slab at the first opportunity. He'd heard about some pit that Jabba liked to dump egregious offenders into. He was gonna find some deniable way to get rid of this nonsense once and for all.

 

[Lunaramblings]

Chen took the remainder of the flight to consider the situation. He owed a debt. A debt he intended to pay. But yet Master Shiriiak had told him his debt was absolved. Chen chewed this over. He decided he would stay with Shiriiak. Not like he had anywhere else to go.

Shiriiak had spent the time since his discussion with Anakin in meditation. The path ahead was a dark one. Shiriiak saw many things. Dark things. Shiriiak decided not to tell the others of these visions. It would serve only to lower morale. As the ship landed Shiriiak made his way to Anakin.

"Anakin, I believe that you should stay aboard. The chance of some one recognizing you is too great. I will take Chen into the town, and we will get what we need."

Chen stands and moves to Shiriiak's side. Shouldering his weapon he nods solemnly to Anakin.

 

[Varshanka]

116611

Twenty-Two days.

Three weeks.

A long time for a clone trooper to remain still.

Using the time 116611 worked on it's armour and weapons. CLeaning, repairing. Modifying. It also healed from it's wounds until it was moving at peak efficiency again.

****

Walking down the ramp TR-116611 looked out across the sand. Endless sand. the built in tracking system identified a city in the distance. "I need parts, General Skywalker. Do I have permission to retrieve them?"

 

[LuckyVic]

"Anakin, I believe that you should stay aboard. The chance of some one recognizing you is too great. I will take Chen into the town, and we will get what we need."

Chen stands and moves to Shiriiak's side. Shouldering his weapon he nods solemnly to Anakin.

Anchorhead is 16 km's in that direction Anakin pointed showing master Shi where he had to go. "Do you have enough money, and I don't mean republic credits? They have never been considered worth much here."

Walking down the ramp TR-116611 looked out across the sand. Endless sand. the built in tracking system identified a city in the distance. "I need parts, General Skywalker. Do I have permission to retrieve them?"

"Is it something that you can give a list to Master Shi and Chen?" Anakin asked. He didn't like the idea of to many people leaving at once. Especially when it was those that were going to help him in his fight. "If not you'll need to see if you can find something else to wear. There isn't any Republic... I mean Imperial pressence here on Tatooine which means you might make some people nervous when they see you in that thing." Anakin said. He had yet to see the trooper out of it's armor, not even without it's helmet. He knew others that had similar habits. But somehow he didn't know if he would fully trust this clone until he could look into its eyes.

 

[Varshanka]

116611

"My apology, but no, it's not a list of items. And I might remind you I am a recon trained Clone. I am skilled in the arts of hiding. Even in a desert region. Granted I understand your.. reluctance. You may or may not believe me when I say that I am on your side in this.. war."

 

[LuckyVic]

"Recon clone or not. Our intent is to stay incognito, and people seeing a Clone Trooper where there shouldn't be one would be a detriment. And as good as you may be at your job, your not perfect. There's still a chance you can be seen." He told her. "No on Tatooine the best way to hide is among the croud, by blending in, and you can't do that in that armor."

 

[ZRT]

"What are you doing with the slab?"

Sev froze, swearing under his breath. Ch'Thak barely even bothered to show up for his shifts these days, since Sev had most of the mechanical maintenance under control. Of all the lousy timing for a random inspection!

He stood upright, releasing the carbonite slab and pointed. "Some droid spilled a full platter all over it. Gotta run it over to the pressure washer and get this karking stuff off."

"C'mon Sev, you've got better things to do. Let Mkos clean it off, let's have a drink." Ch'Thak held up a bottle, waving an enticing hand.

"Fortuna told me to get it clean," Sev said. "Fast." Ch'thak shook his head.

"Fortuna isn't Jabba and he won't get upset if you pawn the job off. Besides, we need to talk." The Bothan seemed nervous. Something was off about this whole meeting. Sev walked over to him, head cocked as he looked Ch'Thak in the eye. The Bothan looked down, refusing to meet his gaze.

"What's going on here, boss?" Sev asked, leaning close.

"Nothing. Just wanted to have a drink with ya. Chat. Pass the afternoon. That sort of thing. Nothing going on."

"We meeting with anybody else?" Sev asked. Ch'Thak flinched visibly at his tone. Sev lunged forward, grabbing his collar. "You karking rat. You're setting me up."

"It's not like that!" Ch'Thak protested, dropping the bottle. It shattered at their feet, liquor splashing over their boots.

"Irla? more of his buddies?"

"They just want to talk!" Ch'Thak protested. "Make you an offer!" He shook uncontrollably as Sev walked him back into the wall. "They promised they wouldn't hurt you!"

Sev rolled his eyes. "You stupid sithspawned idiot. Karkin' Irla wants my head." He released the Bothan, turning away while he figured the angles. Running the slab to one of the skiffs the way he'd been intending would take him right by Ch'Thak's office and put him out into the bay where he'd make a beautiful target. He'd do just as well walking right into the trap if he did that.

On the other hand, taking the stupid slab over to the pressure washer like he claimed he intended would involve a left turn down to the wash bay, neatly bypassing the trap.

"For kark's sake," he swore.

"What do ya want me to do?" Ch'Thak asked nervously. Sev looked back at him, shrugging.

"Tell 'em if they wanna talk, I'll set the meet. Tonight, out on the walk where those spidermonks go look at the stars. You can tell 'em that after we get back from washing the slab off."

"I don't think they'll wait..."

"Then you can talk to 'em later. C'mon."

 

[Lunaramblings]

Shiriiak looked at Anakin and smiled as warmly as his Wookie features allowed.

"I believe we should be all set. I have a fair amount of funds available. If need be I am sure that I can figure out a solution. So, if you can give me a list, we shall take care of it. Trooper, I assure you, myself and Chen are both competant, anything you might need we can pick up for you."

 

[rzantarra]

It had been a long three weeks, most of which Andio spent in the back rooms of the transport. Away from the Jedi, away from the clone, away from everyone. He worked on the computer systems, attempted to secure the information flow from the small comm. system. He worked his magic to attempt that the republic… no, correct that, andio thought to himself, the empire didn’t find his taps into the comnet all the while attempting to gather what information he could about what was going on in the rest of the galaxy.

He spent his days and nights in the realm of the stellar information network, the only real place that he had felt safe and confident. He had appeared for whatever meetings there had been on the s hip and decided to let the Jedi do their thing and run their lives. He wasn’t especially wanted by the empire and as soon as they made their port of call, he was jumping ship.

Andio didn’t sign up to whatever this journey was, Hell the only thing that was keeping him on Courscant was his younger sister and now she was…

Andio shook his head and clamped his eyes shut not for the first time this hour. He fought down the grief of the loss and swallowed it until it laid fermenting and rotting in the pit of his stomach. He had to move on, find the bastard, any bastard that he could blame for the death of his innocent baby sister. He had tried all this time to blame the trooper that he had helped save. But he couldn’t find it in his heart to blame her. Not when she had shown such kindness to his sister in the last few hours and moments of her life.

He guessed that’s why Andio was standing behind the two Jedi and the trooper as they discussed her leaving the ship in order to get the parts she needed for her conversion. Of course, they didn’t know exactly but…

Andio stepped forward and offered what was in his hand, a full length cloak that more than amply covered the clone’s armor and body and pulled out a small can of abrasive paint.

“Or what we can do is paint the outward parts of the trooper’s armor into a different color, brownish or something, and let the trooper wear this cloak.
This way the trooper will be able to blend in more with the crowd. “Andio said as he looked over at the trooper. “There are some things that I am going to need to pick up in ports and I believe that some of the spots the trooper needs to see are the same as where I need to see. We might as well go together, if that’s at all possible.”

Andio said, as he looked at the Jedi and his unexpected interruption, looking at the younger Jedi, Anakin, full on with renewed strength.

 

[Lunaramblings]

Shiriiak looked at the newest person to join the conversation.

"I am in agreement with Anakin that as few as need be should leave this ship at the moment. Tatooine was never a safe port. And given the, pardon me Anakin no offense meant to present company, vile nature of the majority of the living beings one typically finds, and their opportunistic nature, it would not bode well to draw undue attention to this ship, or its contents. However, I claim no dominion here. I have given my view and will let the rest of you make your decisions."

Chen leaned close to Master Shiriiak and growled softly, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Relax Chen. Trust in the Force. It shall guide us in all endeavors." Master Shiriiak replies to his worried companion in their native tongue.

 

[LuckyVic]

“Or what we can do is paint the outward parts of the trooper’s armor into a different color, brownish or something, and let the trooper wear this cloak.

This way the trooper will be able to blend in more with the crowd. “Andio said as he looked over at the trooper. “There are some things that I am going to need to pick up in ports and I believe that some of the spots the trooper needs to see are the same as where I need to see. We might as well go together, if that’s at all possible.”

Andio said, as he looked at the Jedi and his unexpected interruption, looking at the younger Jedi, Anakin, full on with renewed strength.

Shiriiak looked at the newest person to join the conversation.

"I am in agreement with Anakin that as few as need be should leave this ship at the moment. Tatooine was never a safe port. And given the, pardon me Anakin no offense meant to present company, vile nature of the majority of the living beings one typically finds, and their opportunistic nature, it would not bode well to draw undue attention to this ship, or its contents. However, I claim no dominion here. I have given my view and will let the rest of you make your decisions."

Chen leaned close to Master Shiriiak and growled softly, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Relax Chen. Trust in the Force. It shall guide us in all endeavors." Master Shiriiak replies to his worried companion in their native tongue.

Anakin took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he allowed himself to become with the force and was trying to see through it's currents. But it was to difficult. Always in motion was the future, Yoda always told him. Even for one seemingly gifted in Force visions like Anakin was. "Alright go ahead, but go as two seperate teams. If to large a group is seen together here the locals will get suspicious. In fact just seeing so many new comers might do that anyway." he told them and then added. "Hold on a few moments."

He came back a few minutes later. "Here are the items we need to finish repairs on the ship. You'll both have copies of it in case one team doesn't find what we need. If we end up with doubles, that's fine since we don't know when we'll have the oppertunity to resupply again. Now be careful, Tatooine might be a back water world, but that doesn't mean it's not dangerous." he told them.

 

[Varshanka]

116611

Nodding in appriciation to the Human, TR-116611 accepted the cloak and put it on. Smoothing it into place the trooper looked over at General Skywalker. "I'll endevour to do my best to find the parts you need sir."

 

[Lunaramblings]

It was a long, hot and unpleasant walk into the township. Wookie physiology is not precisely adapted to desert life. Shiriiak was content however. He sensed great things. A shift in the Force. Subtle, but yet immense. As if there was more on this ball of insufferable sands and heat, than should be seen. Shiriiak was distracted. Taking in this sensation.

Chen on the other hand, was miserable. Without the very aspects of the Force on which to focus, Chen had only the cloying pull of the sands, the burning of the heat, and the incessant nuisance of the sun to comfort him. And these were things he found most unpleasant. Chen feels naked without his bowcaster. But it was commanded by Master Shiriiak that he leave it behind. Better to draw as little attention as possible.

As the duo of Wookies approach Anchorhead Shiriiak looks to his young charge.

"Listen, this is a dangerous place. As dangerous as the Shadowlands. Perhaps more so, given our current predicament. Talk to no one. Simply pretend you don't understand. If anything need be said, I will take care of it. I sense great shifting. Beware."

Chen nods slowly. He can scarcely imagine how any township on a backwater world could be as dangerous as the Shadowlands, but he did not endeavor to find out. He would follow his master's lead.

Chen and Shi are nearly done finding the needed supplies, loading the last parts into the land speeder Shi had rented, when they are approached. A Rodian in an armor that Shi knows was never meant for him, but for a warrior of a caste long lost, and a Twi'lek in what appears to be as little clothing as she could find.

Chen curses himself for being unarmed as he stares down the two high powered blaster rifles.

Shiriiak smiles warily. He makes eye contact with Chen.

Chen feels the words as they flow into him. "Get to Anakin. He will be able to find me. Go. NOW!"

Chen doesn't wish to disobey his Master. Nor does he wish to be a coward. But he understands that he is unarmed, and would be shot dead before he could lay a finger on either of these... bounty hunters.

Chen dives into the speeder and takes off. As he does so, Shi is already drawing his saber. He expertly deflects the first volley. However, he did not anticipate the Chadra Fan that had been sitting on the crates nearby. He is hit hard in the back by a stun blast. Followed by three more. Shi is unconscious before he hits the ground.

Some time later... Shiriiak awakes. He is in a dark, dank stinking chamber. He feels the seething life forms before he sees them. His memory draws back. He recognizes the foul scent that dances through his nose. Hutt. This must be the throne room of a Hutt. Jabba, if memory serves.

Shi does not bother to stand. Instead he reaches out. Laying there. He reaches out as hard as he can to those that must come.

Chen arrives back to the ship in a panic. He clambers aboard, howling in rage, finding the young Jedi, he rapidly, anxiously relays his tale. Hoping that Anakin will be able to help. Worrying after the fate of his Master.

 

[Varshanka]

116611

Moving into the Desert with the Human, the Clone moved off to the west taking a much longer route than trully desired, but anyone attempting to backtrack them would get lost in the sands long before they found the ship.

 

[LuckyVic]

Anakin Skywalker

Anakin had been fiddling around with the Envoy's systems. He had pulled the ship's transponder and was trying to see if there was away for him to write over it, but the protection on it was just to advanced. They would need to somehow get a hold of a blank.

It was while he had been working on it that, that Chen arrived. Anakin had problems understanding him at first, since the wookie was more then just a bit anxious. There were few on Tattooine that would dare take a person like that, even fewer that would try and take on a Wookie. That meant Bounty Hunters, and Anakin new first hand that none of them would dare do without Jabba's permission. But Anakin wasn't stupid, he knew the Hutt wouldn't admit to having Master Shi, much less give him back out of the goodness of his heart. He'd need a plan, more importantly he'd need help.

 

[Varshanka]

116611

Walking, 116611 kept to the back alley's and side streets, keeping the cloak down to conceal it's armour and identity, the trooper moved into the sand and dust filled town of Anchorhead.

 

[Varshanka]

116611

Six hours later.....

116611 moved out of town, the cloak still billowing in the sand and wind. The clone had acquired the needed parts to do what it desired. A full replacement of the body armour.

And acquired some information. Rumours. Stories.

 

[Varshanka]

T R - 116611

Arriving back at the ship the Clone ascended the ramp and located the astromech. Minutes later the two were secluded in the cargo bay the Clone used as it's quarters. With the door sealed, and locked to prevent disruption the Clone removed it's armour.

"Scan my bioform," she said, turning to the R2 unit. "Then begin recontruction of the armour pieces to fit me. Don't tell anyone of you directives. Discretion..please."

Tweeting the Unit swiveled around and began scanning various armour pieces, including the ones 'acquired' in town.

 

[LuckyVic]

Anakin and 116611 pt. 1

After helping Chen to a cot, Anakin went back to repairing the ship. He needed to think clearly, and fixing things usually helped things seem clearer to him. When he took his break there were only two things that were clear to him, was that if he was going to pull off getting Master Shi back he was going to need help.

But he would need a shower, he was all full of dirt and grease from working on the ship.
He had found some extra clothes in the crew compartment, and took them to the shower compartment. He was about to enter when he heard the shower unit cycling. He knew Chen should still have been asleep, so that had to be the clone or perhaps the human although Anakin couldn’t remember his name at this time. He only opened the small panel next to the door. After all he knew how he’d feel if someone just went and walked in while he was taking a shower. “116611 is that you?”

Turning it's head the clone confirmed the door was locked, something it had already done several times. Including twice before disrobing.

Reaching out the Tactical Recon unit lifted the voice modulator from the towel and placed it against it's throat. "Yes. I will be finished shortly. I will need to speak with you..after."

"As do I. There's been an.... occurance. I'll be by the holo-board." Anakin told him.

“Very well," the trooper answered , before returning the modulator to the towel and returning to it's shower.

Leaving the trooper to his shower, Anakin too the clothes he had brought with him and made his way to the small rec area.

It took awhile to remove all teh dust, sand, and sweat, but the Clone was finally clean again. As part of it's mental conditioning it shaved. Stripping away hair from legs, arms, and any place else it grew. Except it's head, eyebrows, and eyelashes.

Once done it took a final wash and rinse, cleaning away the residue. Only then did it shut off the water and step out. Hopefully the astromech would recreate the climate controls within the new armour...

Drying off, the trooper redressed. The body suit had been cleaned and dried by the recycling unti while it showered, so that was clean again as well. Boots and gloves completed the ensemble.

The voice modulator was strapped back in place, then the floor length cloak. Pulling the hood forward to hide it's face the trooper unlocked the door an and exited the small lavatory facility.

 

[LuckyVic]

Anakin and 116611 pt. 2

“Ah 116611, good. We have a situation that I’ve been trying to figure away out of, and so far haven’t had much luck. I think I could use a fresh perspective on it. A few hours ago Chen returned to the ship, but without Master Shi. They were ambushed while in town, and Shi was taken to Jabba the Hutt’s palace. Leaving him there isn’t an option. Any suggestions?” He asked the clone.

“If the astromech completes it's current assignment we can infiltrate the Hutt's domain as Bounty hunters." The trooper replied, moving to a position near a wall. a Place where it could watch corridors, without being snuck up on.

Anakin didn't know that R2 was up to anything. "What assignment is he up to that would allow us to enter as bounty hunters?" he asked.

"The Astromech is neither male nor female. Why do you refer to it as he?" The trooper asked, curious.

“Habit and manners I guess.” He replied. “Artoo and I have known each other for a long time. I just wouldn’t feel right referring to him as an it. In fact Artoo in his own way is as alive as you or I. But that didn’t answer my question.”

"Interesting. My apology. The R2 Unit is reconstructing my armour with pieces I acquired in Anchorhead. After modifications the armour will no longer resemble Clone Armour."

“Interesting, and your right that could help us get in. But Jabba won’t just let in anyone that says their bounty hunters. After all he has several on his personal payroll. What we would need is to give him a reason for taking us in and trusting us as if we were his own.” Anakin explained. “Besides that disguise would only work for you.”

"is your face known to him? Your profile do not indict any event that would suggest such an event."

"Not that I know of. But with the price the new Emperor put on the head of any Jedi. I'm sure my face has been flashed across the core net, and remember I was somewhat popular before due to my exploits during the war." Anakin told the clone. He thought about it for a bit. "But what about if you take me in as a prisoner? Jabba already has one Jedi. He'd jump at the chance to have a second to be able to give the Emperor."

"If that is your wish, I'll take you prisoner, General Skywalker. What is the bounty on you?"

Anakin furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't understand why the trooper would have asked that. "500,000 credits for myself. 450,000 for Master Yoda. 300,000 for Master Kenobi, and 200,000 for any other Jedi. But why would that matter?"

"Because I'll need to have a working knowledge of the bounty.. if I’m going to turn you in. If I’d asked 200,000 then it would be obvious that it's a trap. Instead I'll ask for more, since you're alive."

"Just don't ask for to much. Jabba isn't know for his patience with others." Anakin warned him.