It was still
green.

Anakin looked
around the field and then to Qui-Gon who was also looking around. “I
thought you said the Separatists bombed this area?” He questioned,
voice hushed in awe.

“…They did.
The reports were…terrible.” Qui-Gon moved to his former padawans
side before looking back at the greens. “But take a good look
Anakin, they bombed farms…this…is not farming plants.” He
reached out towards one almost glittering looking flower and then
jerked his hand back quickly when it snapped at him with teeth.
“These are a lot more dangerous then the common grains.”

“But if it was
bombed…that means these grew out in the time after the Separatist
bombed it and we got here…so…two weeks…for fully grown plants?”
Anakin blinked as the troopers were setting up the camp around them.

Stroking his beard
slowly, Qui-Gon made a low humming noise and narrowed his eyes.
“Which makes me believe that not all the Agricorps members were
killed.” There was a measure of excitement in his voice. “Someone
survived the bombing of the planet.”

“But…where are
they? Why haven’t they come to us?” Anakin looked at the green
lushness.

“Because they
don’t know where here. They’re hiding from the Separatists
Anakin, Agricops are not trained like Jedi knights, whoever survived
has basic combat instructions and don’t utilize the Force for
battle, but to grow. Whoever they are did the best they could.” He
waved one large hand at the plants. “They created their defense.”

“Sirs?” Both
Jedi turned to Commander Cody. “We could rig up a loud speaker, if
you both think that would be safe.”

“We would draw
the Separatists to our position.” Anakin frowned.

Qui-Gon snorted.
“I’m pretty sure they know we’re here Anakin. They’ve had
eyes on us since we landed.”

“But they don’t
have exact position.” Anakin argued.

That got the
bigger Jedi to hesitate then sigh. “You’re right… I just…one
of them are alive.” He looked back to the greenery. “They feed
the temple and every Jedi and youngling there with the surplus going
to disaster areas. I just…want to find them. Make sure they are
safe.” He looked to Anakin. “They are certainly not defenseless
but…you understand my worry, they are part of the Order.”

Reaching out,
Anakin grasped his former Master’s shoulder and squeezed. “I do.
We’ll find them and bring them back to safety.”

“I do hope
there’s more then one of them sirs.” Cody offered, looking to the
greenery. “If not they’ve been alone since the bombing, that can
be…traumatizing if you’re a peaceful farmer.” It was
traumatizing to soldiers and Jedi too.

But to someone who
was not expected to see battle perhaps moreso.

“That’s…almost
a week now if there’s only one.” The older Jedi mused.

“There must be
more then one to have grown all of this.” Anakin frowned.

“Not
necessarily. It depends on the power level of the Agricore member in
question. Some of them didn’t flunk out because they didn’t have
the power or skill to become a Jedi Anakin, some of them just had no
masters willing to take them.” A green eyed boy with desperate eyes
and hair turning copper flashed for Qui-Gon’s eyes. “…Some of
them may have become great Jedi if they only had the chance.”

Rex moved to their
side. “How do we find them if they don’t know we’re here and we
can’t contact them?”

“We search for
them, simple.” Qui-Gon offered as if it was the obvious answer.

“I don’t think
we can go in there if the plants are all dangerous sir.” Rex
offered skeptically.

“I think he
means with the Force Rex, relax.”  Anakin smiled.

“…That makes
more sense.”

“Yes.” Qui-Gon
chuckled quietly. “Apologies captain but I meant with the Force. If
we can find them we can call for them and they can make their way
here. Me and Anakin should be enough, me with my skills in the Living
Force and Anakin as a powerhouse to keep the search going. A living
being is much more complicated then a plant when it comes to the
Force and feels different. We should find them.”

The two troopers
traded looks.

Them.

The older Jedi
seemed to need there to be more then one survivor of the team of
farmers that had once inhabited the planet.

“Guess even Jedi
have their version of civilians huh.” Rex murmured.

“We already knew
that, the younglings we had to protect last month was proof of that.”
Cody countered as Anakin and Qui-Gon settled down in a meditative
poses to search the planet for the core member.

“Yeah but you
don’t consider their adults that way usually. You see one of those
robes and poof, its a Jedi. A warrior…we don’t consider the
cores.” The captain shrugged.

“Yeah…” Cody
sighed then rubbed the back of his neck. “Lets get things set while
the two search huh.”

The troopers
mingled about as minutes turned to hours, both Jedi sitting still,
breathing steadily as they searched.

“…You know,
its a good thing the Commander isn’t here.” Rex suddenly
murmured, sitting on a crate while looking around.

“Yeah?” Waxer
blinked at him, laying on a bed with Kix wrapping bacta bandages
around his ankle.

“Yeah, she’s
been here before. I don’t think she’d take it well to see…well
this.” Rex shrugged. “It was peaceful here, just a moon used for
farming.” He sighed.

“…Its just a
petty thing to do against the Jedi, isn’t it? Attacking a farming
moon?” Cody whispered.

“It is. But we
already knew the Separatist were cowards.”

They look over
when the Jedi finally move.

Qui-Gon slowly
stretches and takes a deep breath before turning to Kix and Helix.
“One. They’re making their way here now…you best have a bed and
supplies ready.” He smiles but its turned brittle.

Anakin is visibly
scowling at the dirt under his knees, hands clenched on his thighs.
“One.”

“…Its better
then none. The first bombs would have come without warning.”
Qui-Gon murmured before getting up, peering into the greenery.

Waiting.

()()()

“So I’m
curious.” Obi-Wan questioned, his voice soft and soothing as he
laid on his side in the bed provided to him, watching Waxer and Boil.
“Does it feel like incest when two vods get together or more like
selfcest?” He blinked, face curious.

“Not really, its
more like furious masturbation with extra hands and bits.” Waxer offered happily, slathering
his toast with as much butter as he could as he sat on his own bed.
“Though Boil can do this thing with his tongue that I have no idea
how to do that feels absolutely divine.”

“Huh, well
that’s fascinating.” The core member smiled, bacta patches
covering his face and his now bandaged arm resting against his
stomach.

Qui-Gon and Anakin
watched discreetly, taking in the injured survivor.

Mud was coating
his copper waist length hair, a scraggly beard, his tunics had been
ripped to rags and the bombs had not left him mercifully. Obi-Wan
frame was covered in burns from head to toe though the bacta was
doing its work there along with a swollen eye and a broken arm.

But he’s alive.

‘Of all the core
members I encounter…its him.’ Qui-Gon wondered at the coincidence
of the Force even as he caught green eyes with his own blue. ‘Its
him.’