Prologue
"Master Yoda," the black Jedi began, speaking to the small green alien staring out the large window onto the streets of Coruscant. "With this large number of troops, the other members of the Council are saying we need a better way to distinguish them besides a number. Some have even been labeled with names." He hoped the small Jedi would get his point, so he wouldn't have to speak any longer. But the Jedi stayed motionless, so he continued, nervously swinging his lightsaber on his belt.
"We should begin finding names for all of them. Most are already named anyway. Most of the ones unnamed are right here, on the Guard. Should we-"
The green Jedi, who had been as still as a statue, spoke. "Nervous you are, hmm, Master Windu?"
Windu knew it wasn't the Jedi way to be proud, but he still hated to admit being nervous or scared. "Your feelings do not betray you, Master Yoda."
Yoda chuckled. "No need to be nervous, you have. The troops to be more distinguished, a good idea, that is. Let them be named, we shall."