Obi-Wan needed to find out the truth before he could do anything to help Grievous. And in order to do that, he had to find out just what planet the cyborg General had originally hailed from. However, his trip to the library was interrupted by a familiar presence.

"Am I ever glad to see you in one piece!"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan said. "What trouble have you been up to recently?"

Anakin laughed. "Trouble, me? You're the one who's been in all the trouble lately. Congratulations on killing Dooku, old man! Just, save me at least one Sith, okay?"

Obi-Wan laughed nervously. "I only did what I had to."

"Fine, but what's going to be left for the great and mighty Chosen One if you're the legendary Sith-killer? That's two of them now!"

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a stern look. "Jedi do not seek status or fame, Anakin. To strive for such is a form of greed."

"Okay," Anakin said, still smiling. "If you say so, legendary Sith-killer."

Obi-Wan sighed. This must be some sort of repayment from the Force for all the times I tested Qui-Gon's patience,he thought. Still, he smiled back. "I have every confidence that you will far exceed me as a Jedi, Anakin."

Obi-Wan sensed that Anakin drank in the compliment like a man dying of thirst. He hesitated, unsure if he should say something. But he didn't want to be too harsh on his friend and former padawan.

"At least I still have a chance at General Grievous," Anakin said. "Not as good as a Sith, but four lightsabers sounds like a decent challenge."

"You stay away from Grievous," Obi-Wan said. "Don't give me nightmares!"

Anakin sighed. "Okay, I don't want to give you a heart attack, Master."

"You are powerful in the Force, Anakin. But, please, allow yourself to gain the wisdom needed to use that power. Don't lose any more of yourself from rashness." He looked meaningfully at Anakin's gloved hand.

Anakin laughed. "Hey, only three more limbs to go, and then it can't get any worse, right?"

"Don't say that!"

"Glad to see you are well, Obi-Wan," Jocasta said. She smiled, but then her expression grew somber. "I heard the news. About Dooku. I don't suppose he-"

Obi-Wan shook his head, his expression sad. "I'm afraid not. He was a Sith to the very end."

Jocasta closed her eyes for a moment, before looking back up at Obi-Wan. "Then he had to be stopped." She took a deep breath. "So, what do you need help with?"

Obi-Wan told her about the word he was looking for. She proceeded to conduct a lengthy search, after which she finally looked up and spoke.

"No results," Jocasta said.

"What?" Obi-Wan asked. "How is it that every time I come here, I can never seem to find what I'm looking for?"

"Apologies, Master Kenobi," the Jedi librarian said. "But it seems the word 'izvoshra', at least as possibly relating to some sort of lifeform, does not exist in our database. Though as I've stated, there are several languages that use that word to reference an object, or as a verb. In one language it means 'swimming with desperation'."

"Thanks, but I'm certain that was not the intended meaning within the context," Obi-Wan said.

Jocasta sighed and crossed her arms. "I might be able to find whatever it is you're looking for, if you gave me some idea of what that was."

"I'm not sure how much I should-"

"I know, I know, it's all classified," the librarian said disapprovingly.

Obi-Wan smiled. "Sorry. I suppose there is a bit more that I can tell you, without revealing more than I should."

"Let's hear it, then. I'm ready to do some cross-referencing!"

"Well, I first heard the word during an encounter with General Grievous. He said something about his izvoshra being killed. I thought it might be a clue. You see, what I'm really trying to figure out is just what species the General is and what his homeworld is."

"That's an interesting question! It can be quite difficult to figure out someone's species with only their eyes for reference. Unfortunately all I've seen are speculations, but I'll be happy to pull up all the data that might be relevant."

Jocasta seemed to enjoy the research, and Obi-Wan thought that perhaps it helped her take her mind off the grim news about Dooku. Obi-Wan agreed with her that some of the speculations listed were utterly ridiculous, such as the one about Grievous being some sort of trandoshan. Obi-Wan had seen plenty of trandoshans in his time, but none with eyes like the cyborg's.

After several hours of research, Jocasta had cheerfully filled an entire data chip with speculation, rumor, and guesses as to the cyborg's species, discussing some of her personal favorites, though always pointing out a number of flaws in the assumptions behind them.

"So, I hope you can find some interesting leads there. Oh, and you might want to talk to Master Fisto, about it, too."

"Kit?" Obi-Wan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Why? Because of what he saw in Grievous' personal fortress, of course! I've been begging to get him to give me the details for ages but he's always been too busy, flitting from one side of the galaxy to the next, you know."

"What-did he see in Grievous' fortress?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Statues! Of an individual hailing from some sort of unknown species. Some of them were partially outfitted with cybernetics resembling the ones Grievous is composed of today."

"I see," Obi-Wan said. Kit Fisto! He had been away in battle, and presumably would not be available for lengthy conversation. Though perhaps he would respond to a short query for the information. If not, well, then there was another option. "And where is this fortress of his?"

"The third moon of Vassek," Jocasta said.

"Thank you," Obi-Wan replied.