Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Luke, Mara, Corran, Lowbacca, and Kyp, mounted on aiwhas, land at the Jedi Praxeum
Enter Yoda and Thame Cerulian.
Yoda raises his eyebrow upon seeing Kyp.
Luke. We located Vodo-Siosk Baas. He is Nichos Marr. He transferred his essence into a droid body. We tried to convince him to help us, only to discover that he already given the blood trail over to Caedus. His only advice to us was that we should warn you. However, on our way here, we made a detour at Korriban and discovered that Palpatine had risen at last . . . within Jacen's body. We just barely managed to escape.
Yoda. I feared as much. We must hurry. Hopefully, you have slowed down the Emperor. But his vanguard will still be coming through. They will be anxious for blood. Most of our defenders are already in place. Come.
Cerulian. Wait a moment. What of the search for Yu'shaa? You are almost three weeks overdue, Corran Horn. Your searcher's license is revoked.
Corran. [sighs] Searcher's licenses don't matter any more. The great Prophet Yu'shaa is dead. He has passed on and left us his spirit.
Cerulian. What? Sacrilege and lies. Corran Horn, I will have you exiled for speaking thus.
Luke. It's true. We were there when he died, all of us.
Cerulian. Impossible. You are all liars, nature-destroyers.
Yoda. We will speak of this later.
Cerulian. We will speak of it now. We must deal with this . . .
Yoda. Master Cerulian. My praxeum is under attack. The matter of Yu'shaa has waited two millennia. I fear it will have to wait a bit longer . . . assuming we are still here this evening.
Yoda readies his bow and gallops into the Praxeum, followed by the younger Jedi.
Exit all.
