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Cody didn't like this at all. His General was just going to walk into a meeting an unknown party had orchestrated without telling anyone. Cody had insisted on coming since the General had decided not to tell his fellow Generals where he was going. It was stuff like this that made Cody swear his General was going to be the death of him.
"Lighten up, Cody. We're not walking to our deaths." Obi-Wan teased.
"You don't know that, Sir." Cody grit out, "She could be trying to kill you."
"Nonsense. If she wanted me dead, she'd have had an easier time when I was eight." Obi-Wan scoffed.
Cody's brain sputtered, "You've met her, Sir?"
"Yes." Obi-Wan nodded, "She teaches a class to the initiates, padawans, and anyone else in the order who has not heard her class. Once every few years."
"But why is she here?" Cody asked, trying to wrap his head around the new information.
"I don't know, Cody, " Obi-Wan sighed, "She never stays long with the Order. A few weeks at most. No one really knows her. I'm not sure why she's here, but something tells me it's important."
"What do you mean?" Cody asked as his General slowed to stop.
"It is the Force, that I know, but it's different than I've ever felt it. It's like a feeling, an ache in my bones, that I'm standing at a crossroads, a precipice, and whatever I do next, whatever I choose next, is going to change everything." Obi-Wan shook his head, "It's probably nothing but-" he sighed like he didn't have the words.
Cody knew it was hard to explain what the Force felt like to someone who could not feel it, but Obi-Wan had always tried to varying degrees of success. But this was important, especially if Obi-Wan could feel it. "If it's important, don't ignore it, Sir."
Obi-Wan smiled, "Thank you, Cody."
They continued on to the hall as the air got colder. There was a breach in the building, and the cold, wet Kaminoin winds were whipping through the halls. They turned to the last hall, and true to her word, the woman was still there. She was facing away from them, staring out the window at the destructive, near-never-ending storm raging outside on the planet's surface.
When they came closer, she turned, "Kenobi."
Obi-Wan raises his hand to his forehead in greeting, "Sajuan."
She smiled warmly, taking in the General with a happy smile like an ori'vod would, "Well, come. We must hurry if we want to escape detection."
Cody stiffened; what did she not want anyone else knowing?
"Go where exactly?" Obi-Wan asked with the calm, unflappable demeanor that gave him his famed nickname, The Negotiator.
Sajuan grinned, and it made Cody tense. She reached out and pounded the wall next to her. It slid back seamlessly to reveal a dark hall. Without a word, she entered the hidden corridor first, clearly expecting them to follow. It was a show of faith, Cody realized; she was putting her back to them and trusting them not to turn on her.
When neither of them moved to follow, she turned back to them and grinned again, an action full of danger and threat but also daring and excitement, "Well? You coming?"