Star Wars: Let's Give This Another Go

The war room's holographic display cast ethereal blue light across determined faces. Obi-Wan stood before a detailed projection of Christophsis, the crystal planet's strategic value evident in the Separatist forces amassing around it. Commander Cody and Captain Rex flanked him, their Force signatures now carrying subtle resonances of their developing sensitivity.

"The Separatists expect us to approach from the northern hemisphere," Obi-Wan explained, manipulating the hologram. "Their fortifications and droid deployments all anticipate a standard Republic assault pattern."

"Which means we do exactly what they don't expect," Master Jaro Tapal rumbled, his imposing Lasat frame leaning forward to study the terrain. Behind him, his young Padawan Cal Kestis watched with keen attention, absorbing every detail despite his tender age.

In another timeline, both would fall to Order 66. Not this time.

"Precisely." Obi-Wan highlighted several key points. "Our new combined units will insert here, here, and here. Small teams, moving fast, utilizing the Force-enhanced coordination we've developed."

Cody gestured to a particular sector. "The crystal formations provide cover, but they'll play havoc with our communications. Traditional command structure won't work."

"That's why we're not using traditional structure." Obi-Wan brought up the roster of their specialized units. "Each team operates independently but remains connected through the Force network we've established. No need for comm signals the enemy can intercept."

Master Tapal's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "These techniques you've developed... they change fundamental assumptions about battlefield coordination. My own connection with Cal has grown stronger just from observing your training methods."

The boy straightened at the mention of his name, his Force signature bright with potential. Obi-Wan sensed the strength of the training bond between master and apprentice – a bond that would need to be even stronger to survive what was coming.

"The traditional barriers between Jedi and clone forces have limited our effectiveness," Obi-Wan replied. "By learning to truly work as one, we multiply our strength exponentially."

Rex highlighted a particular tactical display. "The droids won't expect this level of coordination. Their programming relies on predicting standard Republic responses."

"Which gives us the element of surprise." Obi-Wan expanded the hologram, revealing the full scope of his strategy. "Now, let's discuss the specifics of each team's deployment..."

"The 212th's Ghost Company takes point," Obi-Wan continued, zooming in on the crystal city's southeastern approach. "Commander Cody and I will lead the primary insertion team. Master Tapal, your group will create a diversion here, drawing their forces north while we—"

"Master Kenobi," Cal spoke up suddenly, then flushed as all eyes turned to him. "Sorry, but... the crystals themselves. Couldn't we use them?"

Obi-Wan smiled, memories of the boy's future ingenuity with the Force flooding back.

That's right, he had heard of the so called "terrorist" Cal Kestis during his early days on Tatooine. The empire had plastered his face across the galaxy as a "treasonous" Jedi. "An excellent observation, young one. The crystals don't just disrupt communications – they can amplify Force abilities when properly utilized."

"The kid's got a point," Cody mused, studying the formations. "These structures could provide natural conduits for our Force-enhanced coordination. Bypass electronic communication entirely."

Master Tapal placed a proud hand on Cal's shoulder. "My Padawan has a particular affinity for sensing echoes in the Force. Perhaps this talent could prove useful in the coming battle."

"More than useful." Obi-Wan adjusted the tactical display, highlighting crystal configurations. "Cal, would you be willing to work with our advance teams? Your gift for psychometry could help us map safe passages through the crystal formations."

Yes, he was 10 years old. But this was war. Not just any war, but a war for survival, and all hands would need to be on board to ensure victory.

The boy's eyes widened with excitement and nervousness. "I... yes, Master Kenobi. But Master Tapal always says my ability can be overwhelming..."

"Which is why we'll modify the Force shielding techniques I've been teaching," Obi-Wan replied. "Used properly, your sensitivity becomes an asset rather than a burden."

Rex leaned forward, tactical mind engaging. "If we can navigate the crystal maze while the clankers are stuck following programmed paths... we could effectively own the battlefield's geography."

"Precisely." Obi-Wan expanded the hologram again. "Now, regarding assault positions. Commander Cody, your teams will need to synchronize perfectly with Master Tapal's diversion..."

The planning continued, each detail examined and refined. But Obi-Wan's attention remained partially focused on young Cal, remembering a different future where this gifted child would become one of the last surviving Jedi.

A true survivor.

It was surreal to think about.

The tactical planning session stretched late into the evening before Obi-Wan excused himself, ostensibly to meditate. Instead, his steps carried him to the lower levels of Coruscant, where shadows concealed more than just darkness. His contact – a Bothan information broker with ties to the Separatist commerce guild – waited in a dimly lit cantina on level 1313.

"The data you requested," the Bothan murmured, sliding a small chip across the grimy table. "Though acquiring it nearly cost me my best slicer. Separatist security has evolved."

"They're learning," Obi-Wan agreed, pocketing the chip. "Though not quickly enough." His enhanced Force senses detected two watchers by the bar – Corporate Sector Authority agents, their attention poorly disguised. "Your payment will arrive through the usual channels. Assuming the intelligence proves accurate."

The Bothan's fur rippled with indignation. "When have I ever—"

"Someone followed you here." Obi-Wan kept his voice low, casual. "CSA agents, probably tracking Separatist financial movements. We should leave. Separately."

His contact's fur flattened in alarm. "The back exit—"

"Is watched. Follow my lead." Obi-Wan stood, projecting an aura of intoxication. He stumbled slightly, using the movement to mask a subtle Force suggestion directed at their observers. Their attention slid away, focusing on a loud group of Rodians entering the cantina.

The Bothan caught on quickly, playing the part of an annoyed business partner helping his drunk associate. They made it three blocks before the agents realized their quarry had slipped away. By then, Obi-Wan had already guided them through a maze of maintenance tunnels and service corridors.

"Most impressive," the Bothan admitted once they reached a safe distance. "Though I suspect you're not the simple information buyer you pretend to be."

"We all play our parts," Obi-Wan replied enigmatically. "Though I suggest you be more careful in the future. The Separatists are becoming increasingly aggressive in protecting their intelligence networks."

Alone in his secured chamber beneath the Temple, Obi-Wan examined the data chip's contents. His secured terminal hummed as it processed the data, cross-referencing intelligence from his network of informants. Patterns emerged - supply lines being established, resources stockpiled, political alliances quietly formed. Seemingly mundane information that painted a darker picture when viewed with future knowledge. He could see Dooku's strategy taking shape, the patterns matching his memories while revealing new variations.

Count Dooku was anything but a man who wanted reform, he was more Sith than he had ever thought.

One of the encrypted files caught his attention - deployment orders for a massive droid army, far larger than the Republic currently suspected. The Separatists were gathering their forces in secret, preparing for a campaign that would devastate dozens of systems.

But this time, Obi-Wan had the advantage of foresight.

And he would exploit that to the fullest extent.

A notification flashed - movement in the Senate building's secured sectors. His monitoring devices had caught fragments of conversation between key Separatist sympathizers. Their words confirmed his suspicions about the coming attack, while revealing new details about their strategic planning.

"Master?" Anakin's voice through his comm unit interrupted his analysis. "The Council's requesting your presence. Something about new intelligence regarding Separatist movements?"

"I'll be there shortly." Obi-Wan began encrypting the most sensitive data. The Council would need to know about the impending offensive, but revealing too much too quickly could raise unwanted questions.

The holocron vault's quiet solitude provided one final opportunity to review his findings before the briefing. The intelligence painted a clear picture - the Separatists were far more organized, better equipped, and more strategically positioned than anyone suspected. Except him.

His terminal chimed with one last decoded transmission - troop movements near Christophsis. The pieces were falling into place. Now he just had to convince the Council to act without revealing the true source of his insights.

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The secured training facility deep within the military complex echoed with coordinated movement as Ghost Company ran through their advanced drills. Obi-Wan observed from an elevated position, noting how naturally the clones now incorporated their developing Force awareness into combat maneuvers.

"Their progress exceeds expectations," Commander Cody noted, joining him at the observation point. "Especially the special operations unit. Their sensitivity to the Force network... it's becoming second nature."

Below, a squad led by Boil executed a complex assault pattern. Their movements flowed with preternatural coordination, each soldier anticipating his brothers' actions through their shared Force connection. When one spotted a threat, they all reacted instantly, no verbal communication needed.

"They're breaking their programming," Obi-Wan observed quietly. "Not just the combat protocols - the deeper conditioning. Their growing Force awareness is... awakening something the Kaminoans tried to suppress."

"You knew this would happen." It wasn't a question. Cody's own Force sensitivity had sharpened his perception considerably.

"I suspected the potential was there." Obi-Wan watched as another squad joined the exercise, their Force signatures harmonizing seamlessly with the first group. "The Kaminoans built walls in your minds, but walls can be broken down. Especially when the Force itself provides the leverage."

The training scenario intensified. Automated defense systems launched a surprise assault, forcing the clones to adapt instantly. Instead of falling into programmed response patterns, they flowed like water around the threats, their enhanced awareness allowing impossibly precise coordination.

"Sir," Cody spoke carefully, "some of the men are experiencing... memories. Not their own, exactly. Like echoes of things they never personally experienced."

Exactly as planned. The Force was awakening not just their sensitivity, but their individual identities - breaking down the artificial barriers between them, restoring the natural connections that should exist between brothers.

"The Force works in mysterious ways, Commander. Perhaps it's showing them who they truly are, beneath the programming."

"Watch," Obi-Wan gestured to a particular clone – CT-2876, whom he'd identified earlier as having strong Force potential. The trooper moved through the combat sequence with fluid grace, his movements guided by more than mere training. Around him, his brothers unconsciously adjusted their positions to support his initiatives.

"They're compensating for each other's movements before they happen," Cody observed. "Like a single organism rather than individual soldiers."

A series of training droids launched a coordinated attack. Instead of responding with standard tactics, the squad shifted into a formation that seemed to materialize spontaneously. Three troopers moved as one to create a defensive screen while others exploited gaps that hadn't yet appeared.

"More than compensation," Obi-Wan explained. "They're sharing awareness through the Force. The bonds between them have always existed – we're just helping them recognize and strengthen those connections."

Below, CT-2876 suddenly staggered, his hand going to his helmet. His squadmates reacted instantly, moving to protect him while he recovered. Through the Force, Obi-Wan sensed the trooper's mind grappling with something profound.

"Sir," the clone's voice crackled over the comm, "I... I saw something. A memory, but not mine. A battle that hasn't happened yet, or... maybe won't happen now?"

Cody's sharp intake of breath suggested he'd experienced similar visions. The Force was doing more than awakening their sensitivity – it was showing them glimpses of the future they needed to prevent.

"Trust these insights," Obi-Wan instructed carefully. "The Force flows differently through each of us. What you're experiencing... it's part of becoming more than what the Kaminoans designed you to be."

The training resumed, but something had fundamentally shifted.

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The Council chamber's afternoon light cast long shadows across the floor as Obi-Wan stood at its center. Master Tapal and young Cal attended as well, their presence adding weight to his carefully prepared presentation. The tactical displays hovering before them showed troop movements and strategic analyses that would have seemed impossibly precise without his future knowledge.

"Our intelligence suggests the Separatists are massing forces here," Obi-Wan manipulated the hologram, highlighting key systems. "But their true target is Christophsis. The crystal world's strategic value makes it essential for their expansion into the Outer Rim."

"How certain is this intelligence?" Mace Windu leaned forward, his penetrating gaze searching for any hint of deception.

Mace is still Mace, of course...

"Multiple sources confirm it," Obi-Wan replied smoothly. "Additionally, Master Tapal's padawan has demonstrated remarkable insight through his connection to the Force."

Cal stepped forward slightly, his young face serious despite his nervousness. "The crystal formations... they show echoes of what's coming. When I touch them, I can feel the movements of armies, the patterns of invasion."

"Remarkable gift, young Kestis has," Yoda observed, his ears twitching with interest. "Yet more there is to this strategy, sense I do."

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan expanded the display. "Our new training methods have produced unprecedented results. The specialized units we've developed, combining Force-sensitive operations with conventional forces, are uniquely suited to counter the Separatist strategy."

Master Tapal moved to highlight specific tactical positions. "My own troops have shown extraordinary progress under these new protocols. The level of coordination, the enhanced awareness... it changes everything we thought we knew about battlefield operations."

"Changes that some might consider... unnatural," Ki-Adi-Mundi interjected carefully.

"The Force itself guides these developments," Obi-Wan countered. "We're not altering our troops' nature – we're helping them realize their full potential. The bonds between them, their growing awareness... it all emerges naturally once artificial constraints are removed."

"Artificial constraints?" Master Windu's tone sharpened. "You speak of the Kaminoans' methods."

"I speak of limitations that no longer serve us," Obi-Wan replied diplomatically. "The coming battles will require adaptability, innovation. Our enemies evolve – we must do the same."

Plo Koon leaned forward, his mask hiding his expression but not his interest. "These developments among the clones... you believe they're permanent changes?"

"The Force awakens what already exists within them," Obi-Wan explained, careful to maintain the delicate balance between revelation and concealment. "Their potential was always there, merely dormant. Master Tapal and young Cal have witnessed this firsthand."

"Indeed," the Lasat Jedi rumbled. "The training bond between Cal and myself has grown stronger through interaction with these enhanced units. There's something... profound occurring. Something the Force itself seems to encourage."

Cal nodded eagerly. "When I use psychometry near them, I don't just see echoes anymore. It's like... like the Force is showing us possibilities. Different paths."

Yoda's ears twitched at this, his ancient eyes studying both master and apprentice. "Changed, the future has. Sense this, we all do. Yet unclear, the path remains."

"Which is why we must act decisively," Obi-Wan pressed his advantage. "Christophsis provides an opportunity to demonstrate these new capabilities. If we commit our specialized units now, coordinate them with Master Tapal's forces..."

"The political implications of these changes concern me," Ki-Adi-Mundi interjected. "The Senate's oversight committee—"

"Will see improved combat effectiveness and reduced casualties," Obi-Wan completed smoothly. "Our methods may be unconventional, but the results speak for themselves. Unless the committee objects to saving Republic lives?"

Just like that, the political thrust landed precisely. Several Council members exchanged knowing looks – none could argue against methods that preserved both clone and Jedi lives, regardless of how unorthodox they might be.

"A decision, we must make," Yoda declared, his gimer stick tapping thoughtfully against his chair. "Not just about Christophsis, but the path forward."

"The Order stands at a crossroads," Obi-Wan stated, allowing a measure of gravity to enter his voice. "But consider: every Jedi we save through these methods, every clone who realizes his full potential, strengthens us against the darkness ahead."

Master Tapal stepped forward, his imposing presence adding weight to the moment. "My unit already implements many of these innovations. The results are undeniable. Even young Cal's abilities have grown in ways I never anticipated."

"The boy's gift could prove crucial," Plo Koon observed. "If his connection to these Force echoes continues to develop..."

"Which is precisely why we must nurture such potential," Obi-Wan pressed. "Not just in our Padawans, but in all who serve alongside us. The Force itself shows us new paths – should we not follow where it leads?"

Mace Windu's fingers steepled beneath his chin. "And you're prepared to take full responsibility for these developments? The consequences of such changes could reach far beyond the battlefield."

"I am." Obi-Wan met his gaze steadily. "Though I suspect the Force has already set these wheels in motion. We merely choose whether to guide them or be swept along in their wake."

A moment of heavy silence fell over the chamber. Through the Force, Obi-Wan sensed the Council members' conflicting emotions – curiosity warring with caution, hope battling tradition.

"Approve this operation, I do," Yoda announced finally. "But watched closely, these developments will be. Great care we must take, when charting new waters."

"The Force will guide us," Obi-Wan bowed slightly. "As it always has. Though perhaps in ways we never expected."

As the Council session concluded, he caught young Cal's eye. The boy's force signature radiated excitement and possibility – exactly as it should. Another piece moved carefully into position, another's future altered.

Night settled over the Temple as Obi-Wan made his final preparations in his secured chamber. The day's developments had exceeded his expectations – Council approval, progress with the clones, and most crucially, the chance to protect Jaro Tapal and his young apprentice.

His terminal hummed quietly, processing the latest intelligence from his network. The Separatist movements around Christophsis matched his memories, but subtle variations appeared – signs that his actions were already altering the timeline. Reports filtered in from his informants, each piece of data adding to the complex web of future knowledge and present change.

"Master?" Anakin's voice came through his comm unit. "The 501st is ready for joint operations with the 212th. Rex says their Force-sensitivity training is progressing faster than expected."

"Excellent." Obi-Wan allowed himself a small smile. "Have them prepare for deployment to Christophsis. And Anakin... bring Ahsoka with you to tomorrow's planning session."

A pause. "Ahsoka?"

"Master Yoda's new Padawan candidate. I believe you'll find her... uniquely suited to our operational style."