His eyes fluttered as they were hit by a bight light. Blue and turquoise walls were the first things to come into view. Then came the expensive looking windows, exploding with sunlight. Last, but not least, were two voices. One of them belonged to a woman. The other belonged to a man.

"...I think our guest is awake." The male voice sounded so familiar. It sounded wise, with a slight hint of stressed out mentor. This was the voice that had belonged to Anakin Skywalker's Master. It was General Kenobi's voice.

"Are you sure this is the actual clone you claim he is?" questioned the female voice. The gentle, but firm tone made her voice sound just like the Nabooian Senator who had died at the hands of Darth Vader. Senator Padme Amidala.

Hearing the footsteps approaching him, he moaned, thinking about all he had been through over the past few weeks. Losing everything he had and everyone he loved. His thoughts turned to the one person in this galaxy he wanted to spend the rest of his life with - Ahsoka Tano. He had loved her to bits. He had promised himself that he would always protect her. He had failed to fulfil that promise.

Sitting up, he found himself on not a cot, but an actual bed draped in silk and velvet. He turned his head to see a ginger man wearing a suit with a sash and a brown haired woman wearing a purple dress. Seeing that his predictions were correct, he leapt up from the bed and stood to attention.

"At ease, Captain Rex." ordered Obi-Wan Kenobi, giving him a small smile. "I'm not your general anymore, and its Ben whilst we're here."

"As you wish, Gen- I mean Ben." replied Rex, relaxing his stance. "What's going on?"

"Empire Day." replied Obi-Wan, stroking his beard, as if he was the champion of Aggressive Beard Stroking.  "And the Gala is being hosted here tonight. Now, tell me everything you know about Vader's plans."

"It's horrible..." Memories of seeing Echo as a cyborg, with human flesh being torn away and being replaced by metal, exploded in his mind. "Vader wants to repurpose us clones by making us more "useful". He's got Jade and now he's after Ahsoka."

"There are rumours that there will be a rebel strike tonight." Padme Amidala cut in, wanting to protect the only family she had left. "Imperial security has been tightened. So if the data the rebels have is incorrect, that means that it's a trap. All of this is a trap to capture the rebels for good."

"We have join the cause." Rex stroked the back of his head, thinking what to say next. "If they are wiped out, who will fight for what is right. Hope will be lost. There will be no more Jedi. No more free will."

Obi-Wan turned away from them both. "We also need to watch out for who we have now. It's pointless in fighting a battle that we can't win. We'd all die."

"We need all of the Elemental Masters together." Padme looked directly at Rex. "You have the ability to summon them, Master of Ice."

He hadn't been called "Master" for years. It sounded strange and unfamiliar. "With all do respect, Senator, I don't deserve the title." Thinking about all of the times he had used the advantage of his pretty rad ability, Rex forced himself to let go of the past. He concentrated all of his attention on his left palm.

A small whirl wind of icy snow lept from his palm.