Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.

Enter Luke, at the Jedi Praxeum.

Luke. [aside] There are too many goodbyes. This night is the first times I actually saw Jedi burial shrouds used on bodies, and it is not something I want to see again. Among the dead . . . Ton Phanan, son of Yavin, was downed by a gundark. Biggs Darklighter, the son of Qel-Droma I saw go down fighting that Dark Jedi . . . I was ashamed that I saw him around the Praxeum for three years and never even bothered to learn his name. He was seventeen years old.

Enter Gavin Darklighter, a dark-haired young man with brown eyes and an orange flight-suit, who tries to say a few words. Gavin chokes up and merely lights the funeral pyre.

Following the wake, Luke, Mara, Yoda, and Mirax join Corran in the forest, where he stands before the Corellian Council: Thame Cerulian, Dur Gejjen, and Garm Bel Iblis.

Cerulian wants to exile Corran immediately. However, Yoda persuades him to at least hear evidence first, so we tell everyone what happened in the underground cavern, and what Yu'shaa said. Then several eyewitnesses from the battle describe Corran's newfound ability, which drove the Sith army back underground.

Mirax. It was Alter Mind. Corran summoned the power of the Prophet.

Luke. Alter Mind?

Yoda. Luke. During the Great Sith War, Lord Yu'shaa let forth a horrible cry that scared away the enemy armies. It is . . . it was his greatest power, a massive wave of fear that helped the Je'daii win the day. And today, Corran used that power, calling it forth from within himself.

Cerulian. Preposterous. Sacrilege. Perhaps the Prophet favored us with a blessing. Or perhaps Corran's music was so awful it scared the enemy away.

Corran. That wasn't it, sir. He let his spirit pass into all of us. We must act. Each of us must work to renew the wild worlds, to protect what's left of them. We must spread the word. Yu'shaa is dead. There is no one but us.

Cerulian. After two millennia of searching, this is what you would have us believe? Never. We must continue the search. Exile the traitor.

Several elder Corellians murmur their agreement.

A vote. Who would believe this ridiculous young Corellian, anyway?

Enter Qel-Droma.

Qel-Droma. I would.

As the Corellians rise respectfully, Qel-Droma sits among the rest of the Corellian Council. He snaps his fingers, and a Corellian serves him grapes and a can of fizzade.

Miss me?

The Corellians genuflect.

Corellians. Oh, yes, very much, sire.

Qel-Droma. Well, I did not miss this place. I bear bad news, my friends, evil news. The minor Je'daii are changing sides. Jerec has gone over to the enemy. Morag, Darth Bane, and Yun-Harla, as well. Sekot knows how many more.

Thunder rumbles.

Strike that. Even Sekot doesn't know. Now I want to hear Corran's story. Again, from the top.

Cerulian. But my Lord, it's just nonsense.

Qel-Droma's eyes flare.

Qel-Droma. I have just learned that my son Biggs is dead, Thame. I am not in a good mood. You would do well to humor me.

Cerulian gulps and waves for Corran to continue.

Corran. [relays Yu'shaa's message]

Qel-Droma. [nods] It sounds like just the sort of thing Yu'shaa would do. Corran is right. The search is tiresome. You must start thinking for yourselves. [to Denjax Teppler] Bring me some peeled grapes right away.

Teppler. Yes, sire.

Exit Teppler.

Cerulian. We must exile the traitor.

Qel-Droma. I say no. That is my vote.

Yoda. I vote no as well.

Cerulian. All in favor of the exile?

Cerulian, Bel Iblis, and Gejjen raise their hands.

Three to two.

Qel-Droma. Ah, yes. But unfortunately for you, a Je'daii's vote counts twice. And as I voted against, we are tied.

Cerulian rises.

Cerulian. [indignant] This is an outrage. The Council cannot stand at an impasse.

Qel-Droma. Then let it be dissolved. I don't care.

Cerulian bows stiffly. Exit the Corellian Council.

Corran. Don't worry. We don't need the Council to tell us what to do. We can figure it out ourselves.

As Corran begins directing the other Corellians, Mara glances at Luke.

Mara. Well, Corran seems to be growing up.

Exit all.