EXT. SPACE -- OPHUCHI
Leaving the orbit of Ophuchi, the Victor-class star destroyer Lancer flies to join the other ships of the fleet amassing outside the planet's gravity well.
INT. LANCER/CORRIDOR
Obi-Wan and Anakin make their way down the corridor, their expressions unreadable. Having discarded their battlefield armour and robes, they are now dressed in the maroon uniforms of Imperial Jedi personnel.
As they near the door into the sick bay it slides open, allowing a Caamasi officer to step out. Once she is past, the two Jedi enter the sick bay.
INT. LANCER/SICK BAY
Obi-Wan and Nik walk through the sick bay, passing a number of beds containing a number of patients, before they finally come to the bed of Kannen Doom. Stripped of her armour, we can now see that Kannen is a very handsome Human woman with thick, voluminous blond hair. Though visibly weary from her severe injury, she is conscious and alert.
KANNEN DOOM: (weary) Greetings, Jedi.
ANAKIN: (puts his hands on his belt, smiling) Hello, yourself. (beat) How are you doing?
KANNEN DOOM: The 'droid says I'll be in tip-top shape within two weeks. A few more immersions in a bacta tank and I'll be good as gold. (chuckles) Two more weeks like this. Gods, I'll grow stir crazy.
OBI-WAN: (grins) You never could stand to sit still in any one place for too long.
KANNEN DOOM: No more than you could resist my wiles, Kenobi. (winks)
ANAKIN: I'm sure the weeks'll just fly by, Kannen. Don't worry about it.
KANNEN DOOM: (sighs) I guess I'll have to try, won't I? (beat) Your leave's coming up, isn't it?
OBI-WAN: Yes. Five weeks for both of us.
KANNEN DOOM: Going home, spending time with friends and family, all that jizz?
OBI-WAN: Anakin'll be returning to Orron III and I'll be returning to Coruscant to see my wife.
KANNEN DOOM: Wife? You got married?
ANAKIN: (elbows Obi-Wan in the arm) Three months ago.
KANNEN DOOM: To that Coruscanti Jedi, Sara, right?
OBI-WAN: Siri, and yes.
KANNEN DOOM: (smiles) My belated congratulations, Kenobi. You should have invited me. I would have loved to have been at the wedding. (grins salaciously) Or the bachelor party.
OBI-WAN: (groans) Don't remind me.
KANNEN DOOM: (frowns) What?
ANAKIN: (smirks) The bachelor party wasn't exactly what you'd call the last great hurrah for single living.
OBI-WAN: It would've been the last great hurrah for living, period.
KANNEN DOOM: I'm intrigued. Tell me more.
OBI-WAN: (waves his hand) No, no more!
ANAKIN: (to Kannen, grinning) I'll tell you later.
KANNEN DOOM: You'd better not skip over any of the juicy details.
ANAKIN: Don't worry about that. I've got a holographic memory for juicy details -- especially these juicy details.
OBI-WAN: (facepalms) Lord, have mercy ...
KANNEN DOOM: (yawns) It's been nice catching up, gents, but I think it's about time we called it a night. The drugs are kicking in and I'm getting sleepy. See you in transit, okay?
OBI-WAN: Alright.
ANAKIN: See you later.
With that, Kannen closes her eyes to rest. Turning around, Anakin and Obi-Wan leave her and exit the sick bay.
INT. LANCER/CORRIDOR
Stepping out of the sick bay, the Jedi Knights make their way back along the corridor they first came through.
OBI-WAN: Well, that certainly was a robust conversation.
ANAKIN: (grins) You're not sore over me bringing up the party again, are you, Obi-Wan?
OBI-WAN: Yes, yes I am. I wish for the life of me that I could erase the memories of that party from my mind forever. Your bringing it up doesn't help me to do that.
ANAKIN: From what I recall, you enjoyed the party at first.
OBI-WAN: I did -- until the Felacatian had a panic attack, shifted into her animal form, and tried to kill us all.
ANAKIN: (puts up his hands) Hey, I hadn't even heard of Felacatians before that night. The catalogue listed Taigria's measurements, attributes, and one fine portfolio of sexy snapshots, but it didn't give any background details on her race. Blame them, not me.
OBI-WAN: (sighs) At least the ordeal taught you a valuable lesson.
ANAKIN: Yes, yes, yes. Always do background checks on individuals or groups you plan on hiring in advance of hiring them.
OBI-WAN: Right. Now never bring this matter up again -- ever.
ANAKIN: Of course, of course. (smirks) Right after I tell Kannen.
OBI-WAN: (rolls eyes) You're going to be the death of me.
ANAKIN: Not in this life. (beat) It's funny, you know, about Kannen. I like her -- I wouldn't change a thing about her -- but I still find it weird to think of her as a Mandalorian. She's nothing like the Death Watchmen.
OBI-WAN: Not all Mandalorians are like Vizsla and his group, Anakin, you have to remember that. There is as much diversity among them as there is among the Jedi.
ANAKIN: I know. Still, it's hard to forget what they put us through.
OBI-WAN: Don't forget it, Anakin, just remember to keep it in perspective.
Reaching the end of the corridor, the two Jedi make a turn to the left and enter another.
ANAKIN: Nashira would like to see you and Siri again, you know. It's been two years since the last visit.
OBI-WAN: I know, and she and I'd both like to take a trip to Orron III ...
ANAKIN: It's the baby, isn't it?
OBI-WAN: (nods) After starting the stem cell treatments, this is the first successful pregnancy we've had, but the doctors have said that there's still a danger she could miscarry. Neither of us want to take the chance of a long-distance trip right now.
ANAKIN: I understand. (beat) Maybe we could visit you.
OBI-WAN: I thought the DuQuesnes didn't have enough money to charter a flight to Coruscant.
ANAKIN: I'm sure I could pull a few strings. (grins) I am a Jedi sergeant major, after all.
OBI-WAN: An enlisted rank. Jedi or not, I don't think it carries much weight among the top brass.
ANAKIN: It wouldn't hurt to try.
EXT. SPACE
With all ships lined up together, the Imperial fleet makes the jump into hyperspace.