The tension in the air of the Temple's hanger bay was palpable. Although there was only one man there who knew of the terrible secret behind the Supreme Chancellors true identity, his sense of anger, betrayal and, above all, determination, had infected the entire Hanger.
Mace Windu, second in command of the Jedi Order and one of it's greatest warriors, stood in middle of the Hanger, staring at the Coruscant sun set, his emotions hidden behind a mask of calm. Just like they had been for three long years. Out of the corner of his eye, Windu caught site of a trio of figures that caused an ache in his chest but strengthened his resolve.
The first two figures, a very young Padawan and a Republic supported bounty hunter who looked like he stole Cad Bane's wardrobe, were uninteresting in Windu's eyes. The third however, a beautiful but sorrowful Chalactan woman, caught his eye as his one time apprentice.
And his greatest failure. After she awoke from her trauma induced coma, Depa Billaba had immediately gone about distancing herself from her brief time as a Dark sider. She had retired from the High Council and demoted herself to Knight. She had stopped using Vappad. She had accepted a Padawan. And she had distanced herself from her Master.
Windu's sorrow over past mistakes was replaced with grim determination as the three figures boarded a speeder and departed the Hanger. It was a good thing Depa had distanced herself from him. He did not want her to suffer anymore because of him and his mistakes. And where he was going there was most certainly going to be suffering.
"Master." Windu turned to see Master Tiin striding towards him. "Were ready".