Location: Kamino – Tipoca City – Lower Landing Pads
Rain slashed sideways as Jango Fett descended from his modified starship, Slave I. The platform hissed with steam as he powered down the engines, returning from a bounty mission that had taken him to the Outer Rim. His armor was scuffed, his cape soaked, and beside him stood young Boba Fett, carrying a small tracking device and datapad.
Jango removed his helmet, eyes scanning the platform.
Then—movement.
Two Jedi stepped out from the mist: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Cloaks soaked, sabers unlit but ready. They had been waiting.
"Jango Fett," Qui-Gon said calmly, "we have some questions."
Jango's fingers twitched toward his blasters. "If you were smart, you'd walk away."
"We've traced the attempt on Senator Amidala to a bounty hunter," Obi-Wan added. "Zam Wesell. She was hired by you."
"I don't talk to Jedi."
The wind howled—and Jango's jetpack flared to life as he launched into a surprise attack. Twin blasters fired, bolts screaming across the pad. Obi-Wan rolled forward, deflecting two shots as Qui-Gon reached out with the Force, gripping Jango's jetpack mid-air and yanking it sideways.
Jango crashed into the deck hard.
Before he could rise, Obi-Wan disarmed him with a clean, spinning strike that sent both blasters skittering away. Boba rushed forward, but froze when Qui-Gon raised a hand gently, not in aggression, but in protection.
"It's over," Qui-Gon said, voice firm. "We're taking you in."
Jango growled but didn't resist as binders locked onto his wrists.
Jedi Enclave – Dantooine, Hangar Bay
A Republic shuttle touched down just before nightfall. ARC Troopers and Commando squads disembarked in tight formation. Among them stood Jango Fett, bound and silent, and Boba, quiet but wide-eyed at the sight of the sprawling Enclave.
Inside, Revan stood waiting with Aayla Secura and Shaak Ti. His eyes locked with Jango's, not with hostility, but with calculating interest.
"You were created to kill Jedi," Revan said calmly. "Now you're standing inside the heart of their future."
Jango said nothing.
Revan turned to the troopers. "You were engineered for obedience. But you are more than your orders. Here, we train warriors. Not weapons."
ARC Trooper Alpha-17 stepped forward. "And what kind of warriors?"
Revan folded his arms. "Ones who choose their path."
Interrogation Chamber – Later That Night
Revan sat across from Jango, separated only by a reinforced energy barrier. The room was dim, quiet save for the distant hum of training exercises.
"You were chosen to be the template for an army," Revan said. "Not just because you were skilled. Because you were smart. Independent. Dangerous."
Jango leaned back. "And you think a speech changes anything?"
Revan gave a small smile. "Not a speech. A conversation. You're a warrior, Jango. But you're also a father. What happens to Boba when this war breaks the galaxy apart?"
Jango's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not asking you to become a Jedi," Revan said. "I'm asking you to consider what side of history you want your son to see you on."
Silence. But a crack formed in Jango's stoic armor.
"I'll think about it."
"That's all I ask," Revan replied.
Jedi Enclave – Training Grounds
The next morning, the Enclave echoed with coordinated footsteps and the clash of lightsabers.
ARC Troopers and Clone Commandos watched from the sidelines as Jedi squads executed intricate maneuvers. They moved in synchronized formations, covering each other with Force-assisted movements, integrating cover tactics and suppressive Force techniques into their combat style.
"Is that a Jedi?" whispered one Commando as he watched a Knight force-leap from cover and ignite his saber mid-spin.
"No," Alpha-17 muttered. "That's a soldier trained by Revan."
Shaak Ti strode up beside him. "He's been teaching them like this since he arrived. Our Jedi don't duel in courts. They fight in trenches, in urban warfare, in ambushes and sieges. You won't find Jedi like these on Coruscant."
Behind her, Revan watched calmly, arms folded, as a squad of Padawans flanked and disabled a simulated enemy tank.
Revan turned to Alpha-17. "We fight to protect. But if we must fight, we fight to win."
Now, Revan had Alpha-17, and several Commando leaders took up roles as instructors. Jedi from every level—younglings to Masters—lined up in formations as battle tactics, battlefield improvisation, and large-scale coordination were drilled into them daily.
Even the youngest Jedi began learning how to balance lightsaber combat with flanking maneuvers, cover fire timing, and communication hand-signs.
The Jedi of the Dantooine Enclave were becoming something more.
Courtyard – Afternoon Mischief
Boba Fett sat on a bench, arms crossed. He had barely spoken since arriving. Then Naruto and Ahsoka dropped onto the bench beside him with twin grins.
"Hey Boba," Naruto said. "Wanna help us prank the clones?"
Ahsoka held up a box of small holo-emitters. "We've got glitter bombs, auto-looping sound emitters, and one that makes fake battle alerts."
Boba hesitated. Then smirked. "...Let's do it."
Within the hour, one squad of ARC Troopers was chasing a wild herd of holographic nerfs, while a Commando platoon frantically hunted for a source of phantom blaster fire.
"Who rigged my helmet speakers to blast opera music!?" yelled a clone as Naruto and Boba ducked behind a cargo crate, stifling laughs.
Ahsoka gave a thumbs-up from the rafters.
From the balcony above, Revan watched it all unfold. Shaak Ti joined him, arms crossed.
"Discipline may be suffering," she said dryly.
Revan chuckled. "But morale has never been higher."
Enclave – Command Briefing Room
The Jedi Council's Dantooine representatives gathered as Revan activated a holo-display of the Republic systems grid.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan entered with a holo-projector in hand, displaying the intercepted orders from Kamino.
Revan's eyes narrowed. "Over 150 Orders. Many targeting Jedi. Others—civilian suppression, planetary takeovers, executive assassinations."
Shaak Ti clenched her jaw. "This is no army of defense. It's a blade held at the Republic's throat."
"We've halted the chip implants," Qui-Gon said. "But we need to prepare. The Council on Coruscant can't know yet—not while Sidious hides among them."
Revan looked at the soldiers and Jedi before him—young, untested, but honed through fire and forged by loyalty not to the Senate, but to peace.
He pointed to the stars. "Then we begin our preparations. From this Enclave, we will train true commanders. So, when the time comes… we thrive ."
Jedi Enclave – Nightfall
Outside, beneath the stars, Boba Fett sat quietly on a bench overlooking the courtyard. Ahsoka approached him, offering a warm smile.
"Your dad will be okay," she said gently. "He's tough."
Boba looked up. "He doesn't like Jedi."
Naruto appeared next to her with a grin. "Then we'll just have to be the first ones he does."
Boba didn't smile—but he didn't walk away, either.
In the shadows above, Revan stood beside Aayla and Shaak Ti on the overlook.
"They're just kids," Shaak Ti said.
"Kids will win this war," Revan replied, "if we teach them how."