This story takes place four years after the end of The Rogue Jedi. The war is nearing its end as the Death Star, under the control of the Separatists, nears completion.

Mace Windu supervised several clones while they took supplies out of a Republic shuttle to work on the restoration of the Jedi Temple on Yavin IV. The last of the supplies was taken out of the shuttle as a yellow Jedi Starfighter and a black and red X-wing arrived in the hanger. After landing, the pilots of each craft and their droid navigators exited the ships. Anakin Skywalker hadn't changed much in the four years since they started the restoration project. His apprentice, Jenoria Minara, on the other hand had gone from looking like a three year old to looking like a fourteen year old. She was now fully grown despite being five years old.

Jenoria wore a black sleeveless tunic with a red belt wrapped over it around her waist. She also had white leggings and had armored plates on her forearms. Rather than keeping her lightsaber at her waist like most other Jedi, she kept hers strapped behind her right shoulder. The saber's casing was made by Jenoria's father, Dalkos Minara, and had a cross guard made out of Mandalorian Iron, one of the few metals that were resistant to lightsabers. Taking a cue from her father's gift, Jenoria asked for her armor to be made from the same ore as her saber casing. Jenoria was also a member of a race known as Nercolians on her mother's side, giving her a strong connection to the dark side of the Force and making her incorruptible. Her yellow eyes were surrounded by black markings, showing her connection to the Nercolian royal family.

"Master," Jenoria looked to Anakin, "what are we doing here?"

"We're going to continue your training here," Anakin told her, "Master Yoda doesn't believe Coruscant is safe for us anymore."

"Why not?" Jenoria asked.

"Because," Mace explained, walking over to them, "as soon as the Separatists are done building their space station, Coruscant will be their first target. And so long as they remain hidden from us, all we can do is relocate."

"That's right," Anakin patted Jenoria's back, signaling for her to start walking, "now let's see if we can find the sparring ring."

"Yes master," Jenoria said, walking deeper into the temple.

Mace watched the two leave as a female clone approached him. In the time since they were ordered by Dalkos, their armor had changed drastically from womens versions of the basic armor to armor more suited to the advantages of the female body. The armor twelve was more flexible than the mens while the undersuit was made from a thinner yet more durable material, perfect for female soldiers. The clone that approached Mace was known among her brother's and sisters as Resistor, Res for short.

"General Windu," Res saluted, "General Unduli sent me to inform you that construction of the security towers is moving ahead of schedule."

"Good," Mace nodded, "We need those towers up as soon as possible."

"Yes sir," Res turned around and hurried back to the construction site.

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On Coruscant, Yoda watched over the Jedi as they emptied the temple of important artifacts and personal belongings. A thirteen year old girl with brown hair, tied back with a red ribbon, and blue eyes exited the temple with a crate of holocrons. She wore black and blue armor without an undersuit. This was Mona Minara, aunt to Jenoria and sister to Dalkos. She was he current captain of Dalkos' old squadron, the Shadow Force. She did everything to live up to the legacy left behind by her brother. Mona placed the crate in the hanger of the Shadow, the ship that gives the Shadow Force it's sighed and wiped sweat off her brow.

"It only took four years, but we finally got everything out of the temple," Mona smirked at the thought of finishing the relocation. She spotted her co-captain, "Trickshot, have you seen my master anywhere?"

"No sir," Trickshot responded, "but I don't think she's very far."

"OK, thanks anyway."

Mona exited the Shadow, her pointed bangs bouncing with every step. She modelled her bangs after her brothers, though his were meant to cover his one yellow eye, hers were just to pay homage to the original captain of the Shadow Force.

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The blue blade of Anakin's lightsaber clashed against the purple blade of Jenoria's. Anakin smirked at his apprentice, who smirked right back.

"You're getting better at this," Anakin commented, "you're almost as good as me."

"I have a great teacher to thank for that," Jenoria responded, "not to mention, I'll have this youthful body for the rest of my life, you better watch out or I might surpass you when you get old."

"Maybe, but right now you're still just a child, making it easy to tip the battle in my favour."

To prove his point, Anakin made swift movement and knocked Jenoria's saber out of her hand and the ring. Caught up in the movement, he brought his blade down and would have killed Jenoria if she hadn't blocked his blade by crossing her arms and catching it with her armor.

"You get way too into this," Jenoria stated, Force Pushing Anakin with a quick head movement.

"Think of it as practice for when you face a Sith."

Jenoria called her lightsaber back to her and activated it, placing the blade on the armored plate on her left arm, taking the fighting stance that Anakin knew as her sign that she was about to duel seriously. She charged at him and the two dueled at their average speed of Mach 2. In the confined space on the sparring ring, it looked as though they were fighting everywhere at once. This was normal training for them as both had fully mastered Force Speed in their four years of training.

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Mona found her Master, Meva Brun, meditating in the former Council Chamber. As expected, Meva noticed her immediately.

"Has anyone told you that you look more and more like your brother each day?" Meva asked.

"Only you," Mona sighed, "everyday since he left."

"Well it's true," Meva stood up and faced her apprentice, "especially now. I take it you did your bangs that way on purpose?"

"So what if I did?"

"It shows just how much you miss him."

"Yes, I miss him. But I only styled my hair like this to pay homage to him as my predecessor on the Shadow Force."

"Of course you did," Meva put her hand on Mona's shoulder, "now let's go, we shouldn't keep your niece waiting."

A lot has changed since Dalkos left. Those changes might just be for the better. What do you think?