Some where near Coruscant.
ano 57 BBY.

Electric sparks and laughter echoed through out the hall . The sweet smell of sweat tantalized the senses as did the dear face of her opponent.
Sota Slayer woke to that fading memory, as she trailed her quarry. Getting up from her command chair to recalibrate the trator beam's settings, she caught a tear sliding like a thief down her cheek. Sota wiped the offensive liquid onto her jaqueta with disgust. If she'd never had any feelings her life would have been so much for the better. " But then who would you be?" The chuckling comment made her jump. Closing her eyes she hoped the ghostly stow-a-way would just go away. " I'm afraid, I won't be going anywhere." Sota stumbled away from the machine as his voice was suddenly at her ear. Pale from shock she whispered. " You're dead. I killed you." The ghost reached out to her in a loving gesture. Shrinking back from it she responded with tears flowing. " Are you here to torment me?" The ghost painfully lowered his hand. " No. You've done that all too well. I've come to ask for your help."

KAMINO-3 day's later.

The Slayer could feel the slimy, greedy tentacles of their thoughts as they waited impatiently for her to drop the ramp. She let an evil smile grace her lips. If she hit the emergency drop, she could get possibly 3-4. The force that had been absent from her for 100's of years stung her sharply. Probation-as long as she behaved it was hers to wield. She'd always liked to test the boundaries. Turning up her collar, she twisted the wide brimmed hat she wore to avoid being seen too clearly. " Here we go." She breathed as she slowly lowered the ramp. Halle Burtoni bowed low to their distinguished paying to be experiment. " We are honored you have chosen us to be the ones to clone you." Her eyes never leaving the 3 large caskets of jewels. Only when they stopped did she look up. Look up into cold narrowing eyes as something hard pressed into her ribs. " Who the hell are you? Your not the stretch neck I talked to." Halle calmly laid her right hand on the blaster biting into her side. " No. He had an accident in his lab earlier today.One he did not recover from." The kamino grimaced as the hunter dug in deeper. " Yet you knew enough to welcome me. Though not enough the reasons why. If I didn't need you, I'd kill you. So count yourself lucky today-tomorrow is another day." Halle's eye's widened as the meaning was clear. " Would you follow me my lady?" The woman was none to gentle as she removed the blaster, causing Halle to wince. Laughing huskily the huntress replied.
" You don't get to be my age in this game por being stupid. I'll follow behind my payment.That way if you act up I can always get in a little target practice." She opened her jaqueta briefly showing all those assembled her complete arsenal. Halle bowed deeply and lead the others in and out of the normal down pour. Sota grabbed a cinto, correia of nearly invisible vid cams as she closed up the ramp. " I hope this wasn't some kriffing wild bantha chase or some one's going to owe me big." Then programmed the caskets to follow the sellers inside. Inside the head stretch neck clapped her hands and another female came progressivo, para a frente head bowed. " This is Koi-Sol. She will see to whatever it was you bargained for. Now payment." The pale hand thrust itself in Sota's face. Who snorted. " What no please? I don't think so. Until I find what I'm here for, these beauties stay right here seguinte to the door and locked. Should you try to open them. Your fellow stretch necks will be picking jewels out of your corpse for weeks if not months. Are we clear?" One of them bowed. " And what if you don't find what your looking for here." Halle said suspiciously. Sota took off her casaco displaying even mais then they'd seen outside. " Well then me and the 3 lovely caskets will be leaving. But I'll be checking up on you. I don't like my partners croaking on me before our deals are done." She turned to the young kamino named Koi-Sol.
" Lead on. I don't like long visits." Koi-Sol led her around the corner to the elevator where she dropped her own deep bow. " It is a great honor to be of assistance to such a woman of means." Sota snorted. "Can it kid. I'm here on a job, not for shits and giggles." Hours went por checking and sometimes rechecking levels. Sota hung her casaco over the railing of the elevator, tipping her hat back as the heat made her sweat. That's what she told herself, not the claustrophobia. Koi-Sol took to watching the huntress. For a human she was she suspected quite beautiful. For a kamino she represented a strong, intelligent and clever being. One that would be a prize to clone. Sota caught the youth looking at her and glanced past a set of darkened panels. "Why are those darkened?" Koi-Sol saw those she meant.
" I can't its forbidden." Sota laughed.
"I only want one and I'll pay you well. A casket all your own."

Stewjon-A mês later.

Sota laughed as the baby boy marveled at his own hands. Who would have believed that the Pathbourne's chosen would be a clone. On topo, início of that his name was taken from where he'd been found. Level-O, Row-B, Tube-1. Obi-wan. She sighed as she walked around the large apartment she'd bought to house them until the force told them where seguinte to go. Sota unpacked the latest gifts she'd been unable to pass up for her son. Her Obi-wan. Her coração had never felt so full, so healed. Thus she'd truly become the hoarder her long atrás master had warned her about. Most of it coming from a well to do family comprar expecting their own child. Kenobi.
The wife was coming along nicely and praying for a boy. While the father was just happy to have a prodigy on the way. A fine family for a future jedi to come from. She grabbed a bottle and picked up her son, her Obi-wan.
"My son. My Obi-wan. " The boy smiled around the bottle spilling some of the goat's milk. Sota laughed." Promise me just one thing." The boy's blue eyes stilled and connected to her deep brown." Promise me you'll amor the Morgan. I don't know when or where she'll come. But she'll need you to amor and cherish her." Obi-wan's eyes deepened taking the words to heart. She could have sworn she saw the bebês head slightly nod. Then his face erupted into horrible coração breaking screams.
Sota looked back at the now happy início of the Kenobi's. Her son-now their son. Their tiny too early girl child lay lovingly wrapped and in her traveling purse. The toys and clothes that had belonged to her were replaced por those Sota had bought for Obi-wan. The mind wipes had been time and energy consuming as the parent's grief had been overwhelming. The mother would always feel the wrongness of the child posing as her first born, but not know the why. Sota had tried to do her s....Obi-wan's but he had cried so much she hadn't had the coração to finish. At the memory of his crying face, she turned around to take him back. When the cold bundle swung against her side. She stilled and opened the bag. It wasn't fair! They had lost their daughter and her, her son. Tears streamed down as she held the cold child to her. " I'm so sorry little one. So very sorry."