4

                                    

                                          
Kenobi burst into the mess. He saw Sal with her head on the table with Boil and Waxer, who were drinking some of Sal's blue milk.
                          
"Where is Cody?"
                          
"Um, these two kinda slammed some of my Porg Stew in Cody's face and he left and I don't know where he went," Sal said through the table.
                          
"Seriously? I'm surprised he didn't give you two laps," Kenobi said.
                          
"The S— erm, Commander may be in a better mood today," Boil replied.
                          
"I can help you find him!" Sal said, launching from her spot.
                          
"Okay, is he on your bad side? Either way, you have to come with me. It's a meeting."
                          
"Um, I don't think so... he defended me from them when they took my stew but in return he got in in his face."
                          
"Come with me, padawan. And laps for you two."
                          
Boil and Waxer groaned, and ran to the track to do their laps.
                          
"So the cruiser is big, Master. How will you find Cody?"
                          
"Well, he either is at the bridge waiting for me or he is training and completely forgot about the meeting we have later."
                          
Kenobi and Sal walked over to the bridge, and Cody was actually already there. He still had some stew on his face. Sal didn't want to point it out, as it looked hilarious.
                          
"Sirs, the meeting is about to start," Cody said.
                          
"Okay, good," Kenobi said, turning on the communicator where he saw Nala Se. Cody and Sal stayed back, and watched their General speak.
                          
"Nala Se, we only just heard. We are going to reinforce your medical bay immediately. Naboo is also going to help," Kenobi said.
                          
'Thank you, Master Jedi,' Nala said while turning off the comm.
                          
"Wait we are going to the Medical Bay? I have had enough with that part of war," Sal groaned.
                          
"Patience, young padawan. You will get to fight soon."
                          
Sal smiled, and hoped that Kenobi would let her fly a fighter. She wasn't good, nor was she bad. Obi-Wan sent a comm to Anakin, and she noticed that ships were leaving one of the cruisers. Sal frowned and knew she wasn't going to get her chance to fly a fighter. She then heard that Anakin was taking a shortcut. Well, she wasn't going to hear him much longer. Sal slowly felt the ship go into hyperspace. She walked over to Kenobi and looked up at him.
                          
"Do you think Master Skywalker will survive this time?" Sal asked.
                          
"I thought he has died hundreds of times. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually dies sometime," Kenobi laughed. "I have to go make a few transmissions now."
                          
He walked over to go call some more people. Sal looked at the view from the window and smiled. Hyperspace used to make her nauseous, but she now can see the beauty of the view and watch it for hours at a time.
                          
...
                          
The cruisers went out of hyperspace. There was a nearly destroyed Separatist ship and the medical station was fine.
                          
"Alright, let's finish what Anakin started," Obi-Wan said.
                          
The ships started firing at the Malevolence, and the Separatist ship slowly started flying away. Sal frowned, knowing that the Jedi at the temple often talked about Grievous' cowardly tactics. The ships kept firing, and Plo Koon strode into the bridge.
                          
"Hello, Master Plo," Sal said, greeting the Master.
                          
"Hello, young one," he said while going to Obi-Wan.