Authors Note: This idea has been running through my head a long time. It's mostly a concoction of my obsession with falling out of ventilation shafts, and my amazement at Obi-Wan's ability to get out of almost any situation. I swear that he has nine lives…I might write a short sequel to this.

Disclaimer: Random Nemesis thankfully does not own Star Wars. The all mighty George Lucas does.


"Now is the time, my friends. This is the moment when you have to decide between the Republic, or the Confederacy of Independent Systems."

Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi leaned forward a bit farther near the opening, still in the shadows.

"…friends in the Trade Federation have pledged their support. When their Battle Droids are combined with yours, we shall have an army greater than anything in the galaxy, The Jedi will be overwhelmed. The Republic will agree to any demands we make," Count Dooku continued.

"I am authorized by the Corporate Alliance to sign the treaty," Passel Argente said.

Obi-Wan heard a crack from under his feet, and then he felt himself suddenly falling.

"We are most grateful for your coopera…" Obi-Wan interrupted Dooku when he landed on the table, in front of the Count.

"Oops," Obi-Wan gulped. "Um…I'm looking for a bounty hunter…"

It was silent. All eyes were on the sprawled out, dust covered Jedi, lying on the table.

Obi-Wan could have sworn that he saw amusement in Dooku's eyes. "I have a bad feeling about this…"