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It was long after he informed the Jedi Council of the new development that Anakin noticed frown lines crease Master Yoda’s brow. “To Kamino, you must go, young Skywalker – and find out the identity of this mysterious attempted assassin.”
“He is right,” Master Windu added. “Every moment you delay, the assassin may strike again.”
Anakin was almost tempted to argue that he knew this, but merely nodded. “I guess the only problem is finding Kamino where you don’t know where it is, exactly.”
“One of the fighters in the hangar may be of use to you,” Master Windu said. “If the navicomputers are working properly.”
“Thank you.”
“May the Force be with you, young Skywalker.”
It was almost rare that Master Windu would say that; Anakin could only conclude he was as worried about Duchess Satine as he and Obi-Wan were. “May the Force be with you.”
Even firing up the engines for one of the fighters (a fighter he had used on certain missions out of Coruscant), Anakin looked through the navicomputer, until, finally, finding the necessary coordinates for Kamino. He smiled; even if the slicer had managed to delete it from the Jedi Archives, he or she had apparently overlooked the navicomputers.
Unless…
Anakin furrowed his brow; for all he knew, it could be a trap.
Still, it didn’t mean a trap couldn’t go both ways.
In the astromech’s seat, R4-P17 whistled and beeped – almost as if in impatience.
“Don’t worry, Arfour,” Anakin said, grinning in spite of himself. “We’re going. We’re going.”
And they lifted off into the starry skies, and off to adventure.