章節 3: Shadows and Silence
Night descended over Coruscant, transforming the Temple's vast corridors into a maze of shadows and whispered echoes. Obi-Wan moved silently through the lower levels, his footsteps absorbed by ancient stone. The hour approached midnight – optimal timing, with most Jedi either asleep or deep in meditation.
The sublevel passages twisted deeper, air growing thick with the weight of centuries. His enhanced Force sensitivity detected the lingering imprints of countless Jedi who had walked these halls before, their presence worn into the very foundations. He passed sealed chambers and forgotten meditation rooms until reaching his destination: a small chamber tucked away in a corner even the Temple maintenance droids had forgotten.
Perfect.
The door's ancient locking mechanism yielded to a precise application of the Force. Inside, crystalline formations studded the walls, their structure ideal for amplifying Force energy while containing its signature. A hidden ventilation shaft would allow him to install monitoring equipment without detection. The chamber's location, directly above one of the Temple's main power conduits, would mask any electronic emissions.
Obi-Wan set his equipment bag down carefully, retrieving tools with practiced efficiency. First, the security measures – modified sensor scramblers placed at strategic points, their energy signature disguised as crystal resonance. Then the monitoring devices themselves, each no larger than his thumbnail, designed to patch into the Temple's communication network.
His fingers flew across the portable terminal's keyboard, programming surveillance algorithms he remembered from his time with Alliance Intelligence. The codes felt strange in this era, decades before their invention, yet they would serve his purposes well. Each keystroke brought another system under his observation – security feeds, communication channels, data archives.
A soft crystalline chime warned him of approaching footsteps. Obi-Wan stilled, stretching out with his senses. A Temple Guard, making their rounds. He waited, presence carefully masked, until the guard passed. Time to move to phase two.
The restricted archives section lay three levels up, its security supposedly impenetrable. But Obi-Wan had spent years studying the Temple's systems, both before and after its fall. He knew its weaknesses, its blind spots, the gaps between sensor coverage that even the Council had forgotten.
He moved through these shadows like a ghost, decades of survival instinct guiding each step. The archive's main entrance remained sealed, but a maintenance conduit granted access to the secondary storage area. A precise Force push disabled the sensor grid for exactly thirty seconds – enough time to slice into the secure terminal.
The holocron vault's contents spilled across his screen. Records of Sith artifacts, dark side manifestations, ancient conflicts... but those weren't his primary target. He dug deeper, accessing files on the Banking Clan's transactions, Trade Federation shipping routes, Republic military contracts. Information that would prove crucial in the coming months.
His terminal chirped softly – download complete. Now for the final phase.
The clone trooper database required different tactics. Obi-Wan accessed the military command network using credentials that technically didn't exist yet. CC-2224 – Cody's file appeared first, followed by CT-7567 – Rex. His chest tightened reading their service records, remembering their loyalty, their brotherhood... and how it had all been stripped away by control chips and programming.
The files revealed everything Kamino had documented about their creation – training regimens, behavioral conditioning, combat assessments. But between the lines of data lay hints of darker programming, seeds of Order 66 buried deep in their neural architecture.
Obi-Wan's fingers paused over the terminal. Already, variations appeared between these records and his memories. Small changes in unit assignments, different deployment schedules. His arrival had started ripples spreading through the timeline.
A notification flashed – Commander Cody's current status: awaiting assignment post-Geonosis. Perfect timing. Obi-Wan drafted the requisition order, carefully wording his request to emphasize the 212th Battalion's strategic importance. He included specific officers – men he remembered for their strength, their independence, their potential to resist programming.
Rex proved trickier. Officially, the 501st didn't exist yet. But a few careful adjustments to deployment algorithms, a strategic recommendation here, a personnel request there... the pieces would fall into place.
The terminal's chrono showed 0300 hours. Time for the final phase of tonight's work. Obi-Wan extracted a small holocron from his robes – empty, awaiting data. Into it, he poured carefully selected information: clone behavioral patterns, signs of hidden programming, methods for enhancing their independence. Knowledge that would seem natural for a Jedi to discover over time.
"Quite late for research, Master Kenobi."
The voice froze him mid-motion. Master Nu stood in the archive doorway, silhouetted against the dim corridor lights. Her expression remained neutral, but her Force presence radiated curiosity.
"Master Nu." Obi-Wan turned smoothly, letting his genuine respect for the archivist color his voice. "My apologies for the hour. Recent events have... prompted many questions."
She moved into the room, robes whispering against the floor. "Questions about our new army, it seems. And their rather mysterious origins."
"The Council has concerns." A partial truth, delivered with just the right touch of diplomatic restraint. "Understanding what we're dealing with seems prudent."
"Indeed." She studied him, years of scholarly insight focused like a laser. "Though your research patterns are... interesting. Almost as if you know exactly what to look for."
Dangerous ground. Obi-Wan kept his expression open, guileless. "The Force provides guidance, when we listen carefully enough."
"Hmm." She glanced at his terminal screen, then back to him. "The restricted archives contain many secrets, Master Kenobi. Some might prove... useful, in the right hands."
The offer hung in the air between them. Obi-Wan inclined his head slightly. "I've always valued your insight into the archives' deeper mysteries, Master Nu."
"Come see me tomorrow afternoon." She turned to leave, then paused. "And Obi-Wan? Next time, use the main entrance. These old maintenance passages aren't as secure as they used to be."
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After Master Nu's departure, Obi-Wan worked quickly to erase traces of his presence in the archives' systems. Her awareness of his activities complicated matters, yet might prove advantageous. The archivist's cooperation could grant him access to knowledge crucial for the coming conflicts.
Back in his secured chamber, Obi-Wan reviewed the night's acquisitions. The Banking Clan data revealed patterns – money flowing through shell corporations, weapons purchases disguised as agricultural equipment, troops being positioned under the guise of trade security. Pieces of Palpatine's grand design, laid bare before him.
His comm unit chimed – a confirmation from clone command. His request for specific officers had been approved. The 212th Battalion would begin forming within days, with Cody at its head. Another piece positioned on the dejarik board.
Dawn approached, its first hints tingeing the sky visible through the ventilation shaft. Obi-Wan settled into meditation position, letting the chamber's crystals amplify his connection to the Force. Through it, he sensed the Temple awakening – masters rising for early practice, younglings stirring in their dormitories, the eternal flame burning in the Hall of Remembrance.
So much to protect. So much to change. But the foundations were laid now – surveillance networks established, intelligence gathering begun, key personnel requisitioned. Small steps toward preventing a future only he remembered.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes, watching light creep across the crystal-studded walls. Time to return to his quarters, maintain appearances. The true work would continue tonight, in shadows and silence, one careful move at a time.
He sealed the chamber, traces of his presence erased, security systems active. The mission had begun. The future was no longer written in stone. And in this small, forgotten room deep beneath the Temple, hope took root and began to grow.
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