A/N: Finally done! I went through so many endings in my head before I could figure out where I wanted the story to go and I'm super happy with it. I doubt I'll do multi-part chapters of this size again any time soon, but it was a lot of fun to push my limits on writing. I got so unsure of myself that I fell back into another slump but then I checked my Wattpad and I saw so many kind comments. Then, yesterday I saw that I'd reached 10K views, which is absolutely incredible. Thank you all so much! And what better way to show my appreciation than with a new chapter? This is a pretty big one at about 4,700 words but it was a lot of fun! I hope you guys like it.

Warnings(Spoilers): Canon-typical space-battle, swearing, descriptions of serious illness, a smidge of creative liberty with the Force, violence, and a bunch of drama

"I don't understand. What is this place?"

"Unlike any other. A conduit through which the entire Force of the universe flows."

You searched the dark fog that surrounded you, stumbling as you went. You recognized the first voice. It sounded so familiar. But why couldn't you name it? And the second. Who was that? Whoever he was, his voice was deep and peaceful. Wise. It brought you a sense of calm through the aching in your skull. You shuddered against the cold, hugging yourself, as you scanned the space. It was hard to focus through your feverish state as a cold sweat clung to you. You needed to lie down. But something beckoned you to keep moving as voices echoed around you. Your squad. That's right. You needed to get back to them.

"Promise... promise me you'll train the boy..." The deep voice spoke, but weaker.

"Yes, master."

"He... is the Chosen One. He will bring balance... Train him."

"Hello?" You called through the fog, your voice rasping. "Who's out there?" Even this drained your meager strength as you stumbled once again. You looked at your wounded arm, blurred in your sickened gaze as you fought for breath. It burned with a strange heat. Shaking your head to clear it, you pressed on.

"My powers have doubled since the last time we met, Count."

"Good. Twice the pride, double the fall." More voices. But who? The cold worsened as your head pulsed with a heavy pain. The burning in your arm worsened and you let out a cry, gripping it as you shut your eyes tightly.

"W-what's happening to me? I don't understand..." You called into fog.

"It's the dark side, Ahsoka."

"The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be... unnatural." The echoes sounded louder as a sense of dread began to settle within you. Something was wrong.

"Help... someone." You strained as you opened your eyes again. You tensed when you saw someone was standing in front of you, obscured by the fog. A white robe and reddish-brown hair. You stumbled forward but he turned and began to walk away.

"Wait!" You called. Who was he? He seemed familiar. You tried to follow him. He wasn't the only figure. In the corner of your eye, shadows took odd shapes. They stood at attention. Clones? You should feel comforted in their presence, but the sense of dread sank within you like a cold stone as a tall shadow rose in front of you.

"Execute Order 66." It growled. Within moments, blaster bolts filled the air. You could see it, Jedi gunned down by their troops. Your eyes widened at the destruction.

"No... NO!" You shouted as you looked around you. It was everywhere. A blue twi'lek Jedi was struck down, the young togruta you recognized as Ahsoka was at gunpoint. And the clone behind the trigger... Rex? You whipped around to see the man ignite his lightsaber. You met the blue of his eyes as you found the strength to run toward him. He was in danger. All of them were.

"Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope." An echo said. Recognition struck you like a bullet.

"Obi-Wan!" You shouted desperately. He turned to look at you, confused and murmured your name. You had almost reached him when everything dispersed, your delirium overtaking you as you dropped back into a feverish slumber. Yet around you, your desperate cry rang in your ears.

"Obi-Wan!"

"Obi-Wan!"

"OBI-WAN!"

***

"Obi-Wan."

The Jedi's blue eyes flashed open from where he lay in his bed.

Anakin's voice called from outside his door, a knock following it. "You in there?" Kenobi didn't answer right away as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His dream was fading from his memory, but a sense of dread remained. Another knock made him blink out of his thoughts.

"Y-yes, Anakin. What is it?" He called.

"Master Yoda's holding a briefing and he wants you to be there. Are you gonna get out of bed or do you want to keep sleeping in?" Anakin's teasing tone made him roll his eyes.

"I'll be right out." He replied. He had only laid down for a moment to rest. But judging by the setting sun, he must've slept longer than he'd intended. He moved to sit on his bedside, brushing his robe to straighten it, before slipping his boots on and getting to his feet. Only when he stood did he notice the residual head-ache that had settled over him. His arm too. It stung. He grunted as he made his way out of his room, brushing a hand over his forehead. It wasn't too warm. Hopefully he wasn't coming down with some sort of illness. He drew his sleeve up to look at his arm. No injuries. Maybe he'd slept on it strangely. He tried to brush it out of his mind as he stepped into the elevator. But by the time the door opened and he walked into the meeting room, he hadn't managed to shake it.

"Greetings, General." The voice made him jump and tense as he looked up at Cody, who was standing with Yoda and Mace Windu at the table. His heart raced at the sight of the commander. Why?

"Is everything alright, sir?" The clone asked. Obi-Wan cleared his throat and continued to approach.

"Yes, Cody, I'm quite alright. Just a bit tense, it seems." He replied. Mace met his gaze.

"I understand how it feels. It takes time to wind down after a battle like that." The Jedi responded. Kenobi nodded. It's true that his battalion had just returned from a deployment a few days ago. Still, he hadn't been so shaken up from a battle since the war first started.

"If I may, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan began as he turned to look at the small green Jedi. ",what has required my presence?"

"Concerning news, your commander has told us." Yoda began, resting his hands over his walking stick. "About your squad and their mission, it is." Obi-Wan furrowed his brow and looked up at Cody.

"What has happened?" He asked. Cody frowned.

"It's more about what isn't happening, General." He said. "I've sent multiple transmissions to the boys and they haven't responded." Obi-Wan raised a brow.

"It's not the first time they've ignored the chain of command."

"This is different. It's been hours. At the very least, they would have sent an update by now." Cody said. "The last transmission was about eleven hours ago, when they confirmed their position. Since then, nothing, sir." Obi-Wan furrowed his brow and brought a hand up to his bearded chin.

"Hmm, that IS strange." He muttered.

"Perhaps their mission is taking longer than we initially thought." Mace said. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. That sense of dread still clung to him.

"I don't think so. Clone Force 99 has always been quick, efficient." He replied.

"Troubling you, something is, Obi-Wan?" Yoda asked. Kenobi considered mentioning his dream. It had already faded to mere echoes and it may mean nothing. Yet...

"Yes, Master." He began. "Last night, I had a vision. At least, I think it was." Yoda and Mace exchanged a look.

"What was this vision?" Mace asked. Obi-Wan's shoulders sank a bit.

"I'm... not sure. I heard voices, Qui-Gon's and mine. But someone else was there, calling out to me. However, I can't recall who it was." Obi-Wan said. Mace raised an eyebrow while Yoda lowered his head.

"Hmm, a deeper meaning, this must have." He said. "Meditate on this, we must."

"With all due respect, General, how can we be sure if this...vision is reliable?" Cody began. "If my squad is in danger, perhaps we should dedicate that time to sending out a search party."

"Not when we aren't certain where we should look." Obi-Wan said. "Hold off on the search party for now. Perhaps I can discover a location. Until then, try to get a few ships prepared." Cody still seemed unsure, but gave Kenobi a nod.

"Understood, General." He said before leaving the room. Mace crossed his arms.

"If this vision is true, we should combine our strength." He said. "Perhaps you can reach out to whoever it was that you saw." Obi-Wan nodded. He and the other two Jedi stepped away from the table and knelt in a triangle. Kenobi closed his eyes and focused through the force. He could sense the others doing the same, their combined efforts beginning to form a channel of sorts. He could sense a presence. One that he was familiar with as someone called out to him.

"Obi-Wan?"

Recognition struck him and he spoke her name...

***

As a pained groan eased past your lips, Crosshair let out a breath from where he sat on your bedside. He softly pressed his fingers against your cheek, furrowing his brow. Your temperature was rising. He picked up the datapad that Tech left and took a look at the number.

105 Degrees.

"Damn it all." The sniper growled, tossing it down and turning his gaze back to you. He removed the chewed toothpick from between his mouth, only to replace it with another, pressing it tightly between his teeth as he examined you. He could see your eyes moving underneath your eyelids. "You'd better not give up on us, Doc." He sighed just before the door slid open. Wrecker stepped inside, a small bowl of water in one hand and a cloth in the other.

"How is she?" He asked. The sniper scowled and shook his head, causing Wrecker's shoulders to droop. He set the bowl on the desk next to the datapad and dipped the cloth into the cool water.

"Has she woken up at all?" Wrecker said as he pulled the cloth up and wrung out the excess water.

"She's barely moved." Crosshair hissed. "She just keeps saying the General's name and calling for help." Wrecker handed Crosshair the wet cloth and he carefully laid it over your burning forehead. You let out a pained whine and Crosshair spat a swear.

"None of this is working." He growled, curling his finger into fists. "She needs more medicine if we're going to break this fever."

"Unfortunately, we need to ration it out." Tech's response announced his presence as he entered the room, a small bacta-patch in his hand. "We only have a few patches left." Crosshair stood to allow Tech to give you the medicine, but his glare burned into his brother's eyes.

"They aren't enough. Her temperature is still going up." He said.

"I understand that, but if we run out, we have nothing on board to slow down this illness. If we are to buy her as much time as possible, we cannot increase the dose." Tech replied as he placed the medicine patch on your shoulder. Crosshair's eyes blazed.

"Buy her time? In this state, she could give at any moment! She needs to eat something and we're out of nutrient stems. If she doesn't wake up, she has no way of-"

"I'm aware." Tech strained. "But this illness is unusual. Without a proper antidote, we cannot guarantee that she will regain consciousness if we lower her temperature."

"Maybe it's worth a try." Wrecker said.

"If we had more medicine-"

"That medicine can only do so much!" Crosshair snapped, pointing a finger against Tech's shoulder. "You are wasting what little time she has! We NEED her to regain consciousness and get some energy in her system!"

"He's right." Hunter's voice brought everyone's attention to the doorway. The Sergeant held the doctor's med-kit in his hands as he stepped inside. "I know it's a risk, but if we don't act now, dehydration will kill her before her fever does." He handed the red box to Tech.

"There are two left in there. Make 'em count." He said. Tech hesitantly opened the box and took them out, examining them.

"Very well." He sighed before peeling off the paper covering and applying them.

"How long will it take?" Wrecker asked. Tech closed his eyes.

"I... I don't know, Wrecker." His voice trailed off. "It may not work at all."

"I said not to talk like that." The bigger soldier spoke but his voice had lost its conviction. Hunter placed a hand on the large man's shoulder.

"Let's go take a look at the navi-computer. Make sure everything's clear while we're in hyperspace." Hunter said. Wrecker gazed solemnly at you for a second.

"Come on, Trooper." The Sergeant continued. Wrecker let out a sigh that seemed to deflate him further before slowly standing and following Hunter out of the room. Tech tossed a look over his shoulder at Crosshair.

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like you to gather some rations and fresh water. If she wakes up, I want it to be readily available." He said. Crosshair didn't say a word as he left the room, the door sliding shut behind him. Tech looked at you and the datapad on the table. He picked it up and examined it.

106 Degrees.

He tightened his grip on it. He never thought he'd want to destroy a piece of machinery, especially one that he held so dear. Yet that number seemed to dare him to. He set his jaw and placed the device down before the anger overwhelmed him. Instead, he pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Obi-Wan?" Your weak voice drew his attention. He gazed at you quietly as you further squeezed your eyes shut. He had racked his brain, trying to figure out what was wrong, what he had missed. And for the first time in years, he wasn't able to come up with anything.

"You once said that there was nothing I could not fix." He sighed before gently taking your hand in his. "But I... I can't fix this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

***

You were dizzy, feverish, and tired. All you wanted was to lay down and slip into a deeper sleep. However, you knew that, once you did, you would never awake. Every step you took into the cold fog was harder and harder. Your arm burned so hot that it felt like it was set ablaze. You couldn't do this much longer. With another stumble, you collapsed, landing heavily. You didn't feel any pain however. All you could feel was the inviting pull of sleep. But the call of your name made you look up.

"Obi-Wan?" You asked as a figure took shape. It was still foggy but you would recognize that beard and robe anywhere. 

He called out to you, his voice muffled. You strained to listen.

"This is a dream, right? Me and my squad, we're not on Coruscant." You muttered. He knelt beside you and attempted to place a hand on your shoulder. It was a strange but warm sensation, like a ray of sunlight, but it only lasted a moment before he flinched away.

"Kenobi? What's happening?" You rasped. He seemed to think for a moment before returning his hand to your shoulder.

"This isn't quite a dream, Doctor. This is what is known as a 'force connection.'" He explained. You hummed, squinting.

"I-I've heard of it, I think. But only people who can use the Force are able to do that, right?" You asked.

"As far as we know, yes, but you're aware, as well as I, that you aren't particularly force sensitive." He spoke. "I'm unsure what has happened, but the dark side of the Force has enveloped you. I can sense it."

"W-What?!" You exclaimed as loud as you could and regretted it instantly as a wave of dizziness overcame you. "What...what does that mean?"

"The Force resides in every living thing, but yours is unbalanced and corrupted. It's poisoned in a way I have never seen." He answered. Terror gripped you, your heart racing.

"Listen to me, Doctor. I will head to your position as soon as possible but I NEED to know where you are." He said.

"I-I don't know. We were heading toward a hyperspace route and I w-went to bed and that's the last thing I remember." You stammered. Your head pounded and you gripped it with a whine. Obi-Wan leaned closer.

"That's alright, Doctor. If I can connect with you, I can sense you, but you MUST clear your mind." He said.

"I-I can't!" You shouted as the fear coursed through you.

"You can, I know it." He soothed. "But you must know it as well. I want you to focus on the Force that connects us. Nothing else, alright?" You managed a nod and tried to do as he said. You thought only of the alien warmth of his touch. The sound of his voice. Obi-Wan strained with effort and you felt the burning in your arm become searing. It took everything you had to keep your mind clear. Finally, just as the pain began to overwhelm you, Obi-Wan's eyes flashed open. For a brief moment, his touch felt physical. Then, just like that, the connection was cut and his warmth was gone. It was like being dropped into ice water as the frigid darkness sank its teeth into you once again and the pain roared to life.

***

The cry that tore its way out of you made Tech tense and call out to you, gripping your hand tightly. You writhed and clutched your arm, gritting your teeth as the others barged into your room.

"What's happened?!" Hunter demanded.

"I don't know!" Said Tech as another cry sounded from you.

"I-Is it the medicine?" Wrecker stammered.

"That is unlikely." Tech murmured as slipped into focus, pulling your sleeve up to examine the patches before taking a look at your wound. The veins had spread further. "I need anesthetic. Check her med-kit, Wrecker." He didn't have to ask twice as Wrecker dug through it.

"No. Not it. That's not right. No...Here!" He shouted as he drew a syringe out of it and handed it to Tech. He wasted no time in pulling the cap off and slowly injecting it into your arm. You heaved for breath a few more times before slipping back into a coma. The energy in the room eased.

"What the hell was that?" Crosshair said.

"I'm not certain." Tech said as he picked up his datapad and skimmed through it. "She had a momentary increase of blood-pressure, heart-rate, and adrenaline. Her vital signs have stabilized but her temperature is still at one-hundred-and-six degrees. I cannot find a cause of any kind." Hunter sighed at this.

"We'll just have to keep an eye on her condition." He said. "Tech, get something to eat and keep watch over the ship. Crosshair, get some fresh water. Me and Wrecker will take this shift." He ordered. They did as they were told, leaving Hunter and Wrecker to watch over you while the ship continued through the stars. The minutes built into hours before the navi-computer suddenly beeped. Hunter heard it from your room and looked up.

"Sounds like we're coming out of hyperspace." He said. Wrecker lifted a brow.

"Already?" He asked. Hunter didn't respond as he made his way out of your room. "What's going on, Tech?" He called as he stepped into the cockpit.

"Something's coming up on our scanners. It seems like there is an obstruction along the hyperspace route." He replied. Hunter sighed and shook his head.

"Could this day get any worse?" He sighed as the ship dropped into standard speed. It seemed that luck had a cruel sense of humor as Hunter's eyes widened. The obstruction was a blockade, multiple carrier ships blocking their path. The smugglers had predicted their route and cut them off. Tech immediately prepared to take evasive action as Hunter slammed his fist on the comm button.

"Crosshair, we've got company! Take the gunner's mount, now! Wrecker, keep the doc safe!" He ordered.

"I hate to be a pessimist, but-"

"Then stow it, Tech!" Hunter interrupted him. An immediate barrage of gunfire lit the entire cockpit red as the deflector shield absorbed their impact. Tech veered the ship into a spiral downward, Hunter gripping his chair tightly. They were immediately cut off by another vessel. The Marauder jerked to the side as Tech fired at one of the carriers. But it was only one of twenty that were surrounding them on all sides. Hunter's eyes scoured the navi-computer for any hyperspace coordinates he could input.

"We need to clear a way!" Hunter called to the back of the ship.

"There are too many of them!" Crosshair called back before a series of shots nailed the Marauder's flank. The ship jolted as one of the thrusters gave. An alarm blared as Hunter looked at the view in front of them. They were trapped. All the hyperspace routes were completely blocked.  Another rock of the ship. They only had one thruster left, running on a dying engine. Hunter gritted his teeth. He had failed his brothers. He had failed you.

The smugglers' ships were closing in, prepared to finish them off. Within a few seconds, they would be dead men. Hunter glared at the largest carrier that made their Command Vessel. It moved into position to finish them off and Hunter drew a breath, preparing himself for what was about to happen. 

Before the ship could fire, a venator-shuttle shot out of hyperspace behind it. Hunter's breath caught in his lungs as his jaw dropped, Tech's eyes going wide.

"That's... a Republic Ship." Hunter breathed, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Immediately, the energy shifted sides. Starfighters emerged from the ship and swarmed the smugglers. They scattered like sheep from wolves as, one-by-one, they were shot down. They erupted into smoldering scrap as two fighters shielded the Marauder. Hunter leaned forward to lock his eyes with one of the pilots. The Sergeant would recognize those orange markings anywhere. The clone gave him a few hand-signals and Hunter nodded.

"We're clear for entry, Tech." Hunter told him, still a bit shocked.

"U-understood." Even Tech's usual steady tone was stunned as they were guided into the venator-shuttle. At that moment, as the Marauder limped into the hangar and the soldiers outside cheered their arrival, Hunter didn't think he'd ever seen something so beautiful.

"Never thought I would be this happy to see a bunch of regs." Crosshair called from the gunner's mount. The energy outside was soon matched by Wrecker as he stepped in to see what was happening. He let out a loud whoop.

"Looks like Clone Force 99 lives to fight again!" He shouted as he hooked an arm around Hunter's neck.

"In case you have forgotten, the doctor is seriously ill." Tech said as he landed the ship with a creak. "We need to get her medical attention immediately." Wrecker's grin broke instantly.

"Right." He said, rushing out as Tech extended the ramp. Hunter and Tech exchanged a nervous look as they made their way down the hall. Crosshair hopped down from the gunner's mounts as Wrecker stepped out of the doctor's room, the unconscious woman in his arms. He quickly made his way down the ramp.

"We need a medic!" He called above the cheering. Seeing the situation at hand, one of the clones was quick to comm for help, which arrived in minutes. The doctor was placed on a stretcher and rushed to the medical wing. As much as Clone Force 99 wanted to follow, they were summoned to the bridge to give their report on the mission. Hunter lead the way into the Command Center where Obi-Wan was waiting. He turned to look at them.

"Welcome." He said. "I trust you had quite the adventure?"

"General, I don't think you'll believe it." Hunter began. He relayed his report to the Jedi, from the Goliath Serpent to the sudden appearance of Grievous, finishing with the discovery of the strange lizards.

"A lizard, you say?" Obi-Wan asked after Hunter had finished his recap.

"Indeed." Tech replied as he pulled up his datapad and showed the Jedi the picture of the bite-mark. "That is what the Separatists were transporting." Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed as he stroked his beard.

"I see." He said before looking up at the group. "It will have to be matched to a creature within the Jedi-archives, but I believe I know exactly what we're dealing with."

"What is it?" Wrecker pressed.

"A type of dark-side dragon known as a Hssiss." The Jedi began. "A venomous lizard. That explains the doctor's illness."

"With all due respect, General, I scanned a sample of her blood. It didn't pick up any type of poison or bacteria." Said Tech.

"Tools such as that are able to pick up physical anomalies. However, the venom of this particular creature is unique." Obi-Wan began. "It isn't a physical poison, but one that resides in the dark side of the Force. A dose of this venom corrupts the natural balance within a living being. It can be deadly, even for force-sensitives. It must be overwhelming for those unequipped to fight it." The group exchanged worried glances.

"Will she make it, General?" Hunter asked. Kenobi offered them a comforting smile.

"It can be cured, though not with standard medical equipment. I can bring her into a Force trance and return her to a natural state of balance. After that, she will only need rest." He said.

"You can do that?" Wrecker asked, his eyes widening.

"Certainly. Follow me." The Jedi said as he started toward the medical wing.

"It's strange." Tech commented as they wove through the halls. "I was unable to identify the creature myself, even with the bite-mark as a reference."

"You won't find any information of this creature outside of the Jedi Libraries." Obi-Wan said. "They have been used by Sith in the past as weapons. This isn't the first time smugglers have profited from them. Due to this, general information about these animals have been either destroyed or barred from the public."

"A lot of good that did us." Crosshair grunted as the group reached the med bay.

"If I may, General, how did you find us? I thought we were as good as dead back there." Hunter added.

"If there is anything good to have come of this, I was able to connect with your medic through the Force. It seems the venom had increased the Force-energy within her. However, her body isn't capable of maintaining such strain, especially not the power of the dark side." Said Obi-Wan as they reached the door to your room, the Jedi leading the way inside. Everyone's gaze landed on where you laid, the monitors you were hooked to beeping weakly. Obi-Wan stepped up to your bedside, gazing at you sympathetically, before lightly resting a hand on your injured arm.

He closed his eyes and focused, his brow furrowing. You let out a gasp as the monitors beeped faster. Wrecker stepped forward but Hunter held an arm in front of him. The beeping became faster and faster and you began to shift, digging your fingers into the mattress beneath you and breathing heavily. The others could only watch nervously as sweat beaded on Obi-Wan's forehead.

At last, you eased with a soft sigh, your vitals stabilizing. Obi-Wan stumbled and Hunter was at his side to support him.

"Are you alright, sir?" He said. The Jedi nodded weakly.

"Yes, just tired." He responded. A quiet groan drew everyone's attention to you. You stirred, shifting for a moment with a grunt before your eyes cracked open.

"What...What happened?" You began.

"Hey, Kitten!" Wrecker began. "Welcome back!" He approached your bedside to give you a hug, the medical droid struggling to keep him at bay.

"She is still very weak. You must not disrupt her condition." It said.

"A hug's not gonna hurt her." Wrecker argued.

"Take it easy, Wrecker." Hunter said as Obi-Wan found his footing, allowing the Sergeant to step up to your bedside and place a hand on your shoulder. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just got run over by a bantha." You grunted.

"You definitely look like it." Crosshair teased as he approached. You glared at the marksman.

"Thanks, Cross." You rasped. He smiled as Hunter chuckled.

"At least you're feeling better." Tech pointed out.

"Yeah, you really had us worried! We were tryin' everything to keep that fever down. We used every last one of your bacta-patches." Wrecker added. Your eyes widened.

"E-every last one of them?" You said.

"Uh, well, I mean..." Wrecker stammered.

"Every last one of them." Crosshair repeated.

"Don't sell me out like that, Crosshair!"

"I'm just being honest." Crosshair shrugged. Tech raised an eyebrow at this.

"While you're being honest, Crosshair, how about you tell her that it was YOUR idea to use them all." He said. The sniper growled at this.

"Mine and Hunter's." He nodded toward the Sergeant who held his hands up in surrender.

"Don't bring me into this." He said. You smiled at the group as they argued playfully. Obi-Wan laid a hand on your shoulder, making you look up at him.

"You did very well." He said. "It's not easy to fight through the dark side of the Force." You smiled with a shrug.

"Honestly, I don't remember any of it. It's just a blur." You replied. Obi-Wan returned your smile.

"Nonetheless, you were strong. If it weren't for you, I doubt we would've found you in time." Obi-Wan said. You brought your gaze over to the group as they continued to make jabs at each other. Your smile widened.

"I'm just doing my job."

A/N: Just a fun fact, the hssiss actually exists in Legends. While I was looking around the Wookipedia for inspiration, I stumbled across them and I seriously think they're awesome, so they kind of inspired this multi-chapter series.