Location: Jedi Enclave, Dantooine
Several days had passed since Jango Fett and his son Boba had been brought to the Jedi Enclave. What had begun as a mission of caution had turned into something far more unexpected. The once-standoffish bounty hunter found himself surrounded by warriors, Jedi, and children who operated more like a family than a military order.
Revan stood in the open courtyard beside Jango, watching a group of Clone Commandos engage in a tactical simulation. From across the field, Naruto, Ahsoka, and Boba sprinted between stone columns, giggling as they tried to avoid being "spotted."
"They've roped your son into their mischief," Revan noted casually, arms folded.
Jango grunted. "He's smiling more than I've seen in years. That's... new."
Revan turned to look at him. "Boba's not meant to be a weapon, Jango. He deserves a life. Friends. Something to fight for, not just against."
Jango was silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, he said, "Maybe you've got a point."
Later that day, Training Halls
Revan stood before a class of Jedi—younglings, padawans, knights, and even a few masters—explaining the principles of planetary defense coordination and asymmetric warfare. ARC Troopers and Clone Commandos assisted, running mock drills and showing how to breach fortified positions using non-lethal techniques.
The Jedi, already skilled in lightsaber combat and Force strategy, were becoming even more formidable under Revan's guidance. Tactics once lost to time were being revived—efficiency married to compassion.
When the session ended, Revan turned to see Naruto and Ahsoka dragging a hesitant Boba toward a nearby speeder. "Operation Hydro-Flash," Naruto whispered.
Minutes later, Commander Cody emerged from the mess hall, only to be hit with a spray of cold water from a carefully rigged pressure tank. The blast knocked his helmet askew as soaked troopers laughed around him.
Boba doubled over laughing. "We got him!"
Prank War Escalates
The Clone Commandos and ARC Troopers began to fight back. Training droids were rigged to chase the kids, playing silly songs as they awkwardly galloped on all fours. The young trio retaliated by sneaking fizzy dye tablets into canteens, turning teeth bright blue and green.
Captain Rex and Alpha-17 coordinated a surprise prank: a fake briefing that turned into a dramatic reenactment of Naruto's most embarrassing training fall—complete with holograms and comedic sound effects.
Naruto turned bright red while everyone, including Revan, erupted in laughter.
Jango couldn't help but chuckle. "These clones—you train 'em to fight, but you didn't tell me you also trained 'em to prank."
Revan smirked. "I didn't. That's what makes it perfect."
Evening – Revan's Private Quarters
That night, calm settled over the Enclave. Aayla Secura rested against Revan's chest, her belly gently rounded as their twins continued to grow. Across from them, Shaak Ti curled close, tracing her fingers along Revan's hand.
"I saw you watching the kids earlier," Aayla said softly.
Revan nodded. "They remind me what we're fighting for."
Shaak Ti kissed his knuckles. "You've given them more than safety. You've given them a future."
Elsewhere in the Gardens
Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala sat side by side beneath a flowering tree, their fingers intertwined. The moonlight played against Padmé's face as she leaned against him.
"You're different here," she whispered.
"I feel free here," Anakin replied. "Like the galaxy can wait a little while."
Their lips met in a soft kiss.
In the Library
Qui-Gon Jinn sat quietly with Shmi Skywalker, the datapad in her lap forgotten as they sipped tea.
"There's peace here," Shmi murmured.
Qui-Gon smiled. "There's peace wherever you are."
Their hands brushed, and neither pulled away.
As night fell over Dantooine, the Enclave glowed with quiet light. The sound of laughter, the rustling of wind in the trees, and the occasional giggle from a distant prank gone wrong—all painted a picture of a world not at war, but on the brink of hope.
And in the center of it all stood Revan—father-to-be, warrior, teacher—watching the future take root.