Entrapment

by B L Lindley Anderson

Now the Jedi and the security forces know where Yalla is. But he is holed up in his secure fortress. The decision on how to act, without possibly harming innocent people rests with Supreme Chancellor Valorum, who has definite ideas on the subject. What will he do?

Entrapment

by B. L. Lindley-Anderson

"Yalla," Satay said in triumph as she dropped her data packet on Harlo's desk. "I know where he is."

"What have you got Ariel?" Harlo said calmly as he sat back in his chair. He wasn't ready to get excited yet. Too many times a seemingly certain lead would fall apart under scrutiny.

The security officer pulled up a chair and began spreading her data over the top of the chief's desk as she launched into her explanation of the information, where it had come from, and how she had tied it together. Chief Harlo leaned his elbow on the desk and rested his chin in his hand as he listened. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan pulled their chairs closer so they could see better.

Several minutes later, Satay leaned back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest and pronounced, "It is my deduction, based on all this, that Yalla and Nurala are the same person and that he is right now at that mining operation on the moon Answar."

"Nurala and Yalla are the same?" Qui-Gon repeated.

"You know something about this?" Harlo asked.

"Only a stray piece of information that came up innocently in a conversation. It was a repetition of what Ariel mentioned…that Nurala purchased this abandoned mining operation to bring it back online. But…why would Yalla want to run a mine?"

"Master," Obi-Wan spoke up. "There's something else you need to know about Nurala. He was a member of the AAM on Coruscant. Bruck said that he was teaching light saber dueling for Nurala."

"That's right," Satay put in. "And Bruck told me that the best students were taken into a different class by Nurala…and he finished their training." She could feel the hard stare of Obi-Wan, but she refused to meet it. The security officer knew she had done nothing wrong despite Kenobi's feelings on the subject.

But the padawan was able to refocus himself. "That seems to confirm what we were suspecting that Yalla was using the AAM to draw other Force users to him."

Qui-Gon was sifting through these new revelations in silence. Another alias for Yalla. And he was using a former Jedi to teach his AAM classes. There was still the question of what the doctor would want with a mining operation. In the silence, Harlo pulled the data stack toward him as he thought back over what he'd heard. He wanted to see if he could trace the same path himself. Qui-Gon stood and walked over so he, too, could see. The two men studied the documents in silence while Satay sat with a self-satisfied look on her face.

Finally, the security chief sat back and looked up. "You've done your homework well Ariel. I have to agree with you. It does appear that Yalla and Nurala are the same. And…some type of medical equipment is being taken to Answar." Satay started to say something but Harlo brought a hand up to cut her off. "I realize that the supplies are very specialized…but that still doesn't show that Yalla is on the receiving end. However, you have given us probable cause. We can proceed more publicly and more aggressively…and most likely more quickly with our investigation now. It will not have to be undercover. We'll be able to get search warrants…and more cooperation now."

"What will you do?" Qui-Gon asked as he toyed with his beard.

"We'll keep looking into it."

"You know where he is," Obi-Wan said. "Why more investigation? Why don't you just go pick him up? You said you could get warrants now. Just go get him…and then you can look around his place all you want. That should give you all you want to know…without creeping along with this investigation."

"Just a minute Obi-Wan. I know you work differently than we do. But I can't just go breaking into Yalla's fortress on that moon. If he's holed up, then he is probably completely defensive. We can't just go up and knock on the door. We know he is dangerous. Anyone going there is at risk. Yalla may just kill anyone who decides to come nosing around. He doesn't have any reason to expect company to come calling. Most likely he would be suspicious of anyone who did show up. Even if plainclothesmen made an innocent call, pretending to be salesmen, he might blast them before he even finds out who they are or what they want. You do remember what happened to your two Jedi who went undercover to Charon?"

"You're right, of course," Qui-Gon agreed. "So, even if you do continue this investigation, what do you hope to gain?"

"More evidence," Harlo smiled. "I know it's a long shot right now that this will make it to court, but if it does, we need to be prepared. All we have right now are suppositions and inferences. We need proof if we get that far. Ariel will continue with that. As for what next…I'll have to elevate this to a higher level. Someone who makes more than me is going to have to decide how to handle this. We can't just go in there and take everyone out…even if it turns out to be Yalla. We don't know who else is there. He may have some completely innocent 'guests' or even hostages. If the good doctor has three aliases, we don't know if there may be others. He may not even be on Answar right now. He may be out traveling under yet another name. There's still much we do not know…another reason to continue the investigation. Ariel, you said he had someone in the senate building, right?"

"Well…that's another supposition. We do know Yalla was paying him off. I assume Maase was providing some sort of service for that money."

"We don't know how far his influence is spread. There may be others in the government working for him. This is not the end of the case by any means. It is only the beginning. Ariel has just given us a turning point to redirect our investigation." Harlo put his hands behind his head and leaned back. "We have a whole new investigation to start."

"I understand your position," Qui-Gon replied. "We have been taken off the investigation by the council, so there is little we can do to help you. If you don't mind, I will inform the Jedi council of this information."

"Of course. We're all on the same team. They should know about this…especially since Yalla seems to have targeted the Jedi. Ariel, is this a copy?" He held up her data package.

"Yes Chief."

"Do you mind if I give it to Qui-Gon?"

"Not at all. Take it with my compliments," she smiled at Obi-Wan.

"Thank you," Qui-Gon replied as he accepted the data. "You will keep us informed on new developments, won't you?"

"Sure. That's what we're here for."

"Qui-Gon," the blonde Jedi said in greeting. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes. I think you should sit down." The elder Jedi scooted over to make sure his big friend had plenty of room on the garden bench.

Jareel sat and studied Qui-Gon's face. "This sounds grave…and your expression matches that."

"Yes, it is serious. I finally have been able to find out something more about the Yalla investigation."

Now Jareel's face hardened. Just the mention of the name threatened to overwhelm him with feelings and memories that the Jedi knew he had not completely dealt with. But he forced himself not to dwell on the raw emotion at the moment. Later…later. Right now, he wanted to hear what Qui-Gon had to say.

"The security force is mostly certain they know where Yalla is. He has been operating under yet another alias… Heirt Nurala. He's using AAM as a front to find other Force users. Bruck Chan, a former student at the temple, do you remember him? He was a duel instructor for Yalla…Nurala here on Coruscant."

"Is that what he hopes to use against the Jedi? But why?"

"That is the question that no one has been able to answer yet. I don't know if he has something against the order because maybe he might have been rejected because his midiclorian count wasn't in the required range. Perhaps he thinks he should be a Jedi. There is no record of him being at the temple. He is not a reject…like Elliah Porde was. I don't know Jareel."

"But they know where he is?"

"By inference…but it seems convincing enough. Enough for Chief Harlo to believe it. There is an abandoned mining operation on a small moon called Answar. It went bankrupt. However a couple of years ago, Heirt Nurala purchased it. From the type and amount of supplies going there, it seems he is remodeling the building. That is also how they determined it may be Yalla. The medical equipment going there is too similar to what he was using in his lab."

"What would he want with a mine?"

"I don't know, old friend. I thought that perhaps he might want to sell the ore for profit. That still may be the case, but at the rate he is equipping his new organization, it seems he is quite well funded already. Maybe he merely hopes it will be a mask for what he is really doing."

"And…what does Harlo plan to do?"

Qui-Gon knew Jareel wouldn't like the answer to that. The big man was a man of action. However, he knew that his friend would understand the reasons for the security chief's hands off for now policy.

The elder Jedi took in a breath. "Jareel, Yalla had a man working in the senate building. No one is certain of how far reaching his influence is. And…he is set up in a very secure facility that would not be penetrated quickly. The environment of Answar is very hostile. The structure is well protected against the lack of atmosphere and harsh rays from Answar's sun. Also, there is a lot of traffic to the moon, but little away from it. Chief Harlo is uncertain how many other people may be there…and why they are there. They might be completely unaware of who Yalla truly is or what he is up to. It just may be workers for the mine. They would be innocent bystanders to any attack on the facility."

"What you are trying to tell me is that nothing is going to be done."

"Not just now. You can understand. There are too many unknowns about it. The chief needs more information…and under the circumstances, he is going to have to wait to see what his supervisor says. This is not a simple security police matter anymore. It is a bigger problem."

The blonde Jedi was silent for a long minute. He was thinking over the new information…and trying to keep his focus instead of letting old anger take him over. Mi'al was right about him all along…he had not completely dealt with the after effects of Charon.

"Aye, I do understand. I can't say I'm happy about it, but you are right. There are too many unknowns. However, in the meantime, the Jedi are still going to be a target for Yalla…Nurala…whoever…apparently."

"Yes, that's true. It is something the order will have to be made aware of. After what happened to Obi-Wan and I on Jabbot…any knight going on a mission could be walking into one of his traps."

Jareel smacked a big fist into his other hand. "He can take advantage of any situation. Yalla doesn't have to invent things. He could be lying in wait on a planet where there is unrest. Any knight going there for an actual mission could become his prey."

"I'm afraid that's more than true."

The Jedi council was used to hearing that a knight's request to speak with them was important. They all said that. For any issue to be elevated that high, it was, by implication, important. Someone had to make the decision which important matter was the most important…oftentimes without knowing all the facts. Qui-Gon was very aware of this situation. He was offended none at all when his request to speak with the council was backed up.

But now he had made it. In the center of the circular council chamber, the master stood tall and calm. Obi-Wan, at his side, seemed somewhat uncomfortable. Focus Padawan. And his attention was immediately back to what he was saying. The Jedi's presentation of the information about Yalla-Nurala-Gera was apparently riveting for the councilors. They listened in rapt silence. As the climax of the tale neared, they began to lean forward…almost as if they could pull the final conclusion from Qui-Gon by sheer will. In another time, under other circumstances it would have been amusing to the Jedi. However, there was nothing funny about what Yalla was doing…or the full implications of what he might do. So that thought was put away quickly also.

Mace Windu was resting his elbows on his knees and his dark hands couldn't seem to be still. Yoda alternately rubbed his chin or put a finger to his lips. His ears were dancing furiously however, revealing the unrest inside that was unreadable on his face. Neither asked any questions…odd for the normally inquisitive pair. Qui-Gon assumed that was only because they were so busy analyzing all he had said so far. The questions would come soon enough.

"It is not necessary for me to repeat the danger that Yalla presents, particularly to the Jedi. Also, I'm sure you understand the position this leaves the security force in as well," Qui-Gon said.

"Understand we do," Yoda began. "And agree we do. Rush in they can not. Prides itself on justice does the Republic. Do this legally they must."

"Yes," Windu agreed. "Chief Harlo is right to continue his investigation. It will give his case against Yalla such weight that…if an invasion of Answar becomes necessary, he will be able to prove just how dangerous he is…and how illegal his activities are. I somehow doubt it will come to that."

"Doubt I it also. Invade they will not while know they not the status of the mining operation. Killed many innocent people could be. No way does Chief Harlo have to determine who is there."

"A difficult position at best. It may take some time before this is worked out to completion. During that time however, the Jedi can not stand by powerless. Dr. Yalla is a threat to the order, but we can not allow him to dictate what we do."

"Agree I do. Continue our mission we must, even with Yalla at large. Great care each knight must take. More mindful we must be."

"Yes," Windu added. "We must go on even in the face of this threat. Until asked by the Republic we will take no direct action against Yalla. Our stand at this point is a defensive one. Until the Republic makes the decision of how they choose to handle Yalla, we can do little except protect our own."

Qui-Gon had listened mutely while the two councilors discussed the topic. They seemed to have forgotten him, yet he knew better. The knight knew his duty at this point was merely to wait patiently. And…the basic policy decided, their attention came back to the Jedi master.

"Well you have conducted yourself in keeping informed, yet not being involved in this investigation," Yoda said. "Continue this policy will. Restricted from working this case will be any Jedi victimized by Yalla. More we have to discuss later in conference."

Mace looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm certain this issue will rise to the proper level of recognition. However, that may take time to work through the bureaucracy. Supreme Chancellor Valorum should know of this as quickly as possible, particularly since Yalla had a man inside the senate building." He looked up at the tall Jedi master. "Qui-Gon, we assign you to present to Valorum the same information you gave us today. Afterwards you will report his reaction to the council and will be reassigned. We have much to discuss and decide. May the Force be with you."

Kura sat down heavily and then cursed himself as the chair squealed noisily. He kept forgetting to sit down more gently…for the sake of the chair. Now that he had a metal body, his furniture was taking more punishment. The bionic had promised himself to learn to treat it better…but he was always so preoccupied with his work that he forgot…until he saw…or heard the results. Kura looked down at the prematurely aged chair and made a mental note to look for a metal chair.

Then the thought was dismissed immediately as he picked up the stack of mail on his desk. An elaborate envelope was on top. He recognized the insignia of the Jedi temple on it. Now very curious, he dropped the other items and ripped the envelope open. There was an invitation to the opening of a new permanent exhibit at the Coruscant art museum. An exhibit of Jedi art and weaponry. If his metal face could have moved in relation to his emotions, it would have scrunched into a mask of confusion. What was this about? There was another item along with the invitation and Kura read:

Kura,

You have been of tremendous help to the Jedi recently and the council wanted to thank you in a tangible way. I hope you will accept this invitation to the exhibit opening as a token of our appreciation for your service to the order.

Mi'al (on behalf of the Jedi council)

Kura threw the note and invitation down on his desk.

Bah! What a ridiculous way to show appreciation. And why would I, of all people, want to attend…and show support of the Jedi patting themselves on the back! Disgusting! The so-called guardians of the galaxy reminding me that I haven't been able to defeat them…yet. Most amusing Mi'al. But…you are so very naïve still. I thought you learned much during our adventure on Garin. Perhaps you did, but you still haven't learned that the world is very different beyond the temple. Too bad. That will be your downfall one day. Hmm…even after serving with Intergalactic Relief! Being exposed to all that pain and suffering…you are still so idealistic. You have been brainwashed by the Jedi. Too bad. You would have been a valuable tool to me with your knowledge and ability.

The metal man took up the invitation again.

An exhibit of Jedi art and weapons. Art and weapons? A strange mix. Especially for an order that claims to be so devoted to peace. Showing off their weapons. I wonder who would attend such a thing. Other than Jedi, of course. Probably some political types. The Republic and the Jedi are married to one another. Hmm…it could be an occasion to make some contacts. Perhaps I shouldn't dismiss it too quickly. I could at least…show up. If it gets too…disgusting, I could always leave. Yes…perhaps I was too hasty. Once again Mi'al, you have provided me means to help myself. Thank me? No…thank you!

Valorum stared out the window without moving as Qui-Gon told him all he knew of the despicable Yalla. It seemed as if the chancellor were lost in a daydream…perhaps wishing he were at the throttle of the shiny new transport that just sped past. However, the Jedi knew better than that. He had known Finis Valorum for many years now and was used to his habits. The supreme chancellor was attending his every word, absorbing them almost before Qui-Gon could speak them. His lack of eye contact or motion of any kind did not indicate lack of interest. On the contrary, so much energy was he expending in listening and thinking that he would not make a wasted movement. And it did not matter what Valorum was looking at. He would not have seen it.

When the Jedi master finished his oration, the office was silent for a long time. Just when Qui-Gon was beginning to think his friend had slipped into a daydream, perhaps to escape the dire situation for a moment, he spoke.

"Dr. Yalla. I have heard his name before. His work was so far advanced. He had many supporters throughout the scientific community. Brilliant they said of him…genius. I've often heard it said there is a fine line between genius and insanity. I'm beginning to believe it, Qui-Gon. First, there was Ruka…brilliant…and evil. Now there is Dr. Yalla…brilliant…and evil. What do I do? Go around, collect all the highly intelligent creatures of the galaxy and lock them up? Or at least subject them to stringent psychological testing to find the ones that are too close to the line?"

At last, the tall regal man turned to face his friend. "Must it always be so that the most evil are the most intelligent? Why can't we have a few more dumb criminals? Or at least more cowardly…like Behor. He was smart…just spineless." The chancellor walked to the end of his office, turned slowly and came back. "I suppose evil has to be smart. Dumb criminals wouldn't get very far, would they?" he smiled grimly.

Valorum walked to his chair and slumped into it. "So…we have a known threat who has ensconced himself into this…facility on a small moon. No other operations on the moon…and a hostile environment." He steepled his fingers and looked over them at the Jedi. "He chose his hideaway well. And we are essentially powerless to take action against him."

Finally, Qui-Gon ventured to speak. "You are free to take action Supreme Chancellor. That is what it is coming down to. Chief Harlo is elevating the issue. You should hear of it from your security forces soon. They are looking to you for direction."

The hard smile was back. "Thanks for the support friend." He sighed. "So my choices are to send an invasion force against him…not knowing what armament he may have, nor who is there with him. It could be a bloodbath with many deaths on both sides. And how do we know he doesn't have a Jedi…or someone from the government in there with him?"

"We don't," Qui-Gon said quietly.

"If I invade, I send innocents to death. As you said…someone has to run his mine. Those workers…. They probably have no idea what is going on. How could I look one of them in the eye and say what I did was justified? A good leader looks for ways to save people, not destroy them."

"Your other choice is to leave Yalla alone."

Valorum leaned his elbows on his desk and stared at Qui-Gon for a moment. "This is one of your Jedi games, isn't it? See how much ol' Finis can take before he cracks. You could offer something more helpful. You are suppose to help uphold justice…or am I mistaken?"

A hint of a smile tickled the Jedi's lips. "I know this isn't a game, Finis. I merely point out the obvious to you. I do uphold justice…but I have not been assigned to work this."

Now the chancellor was bemused. "Is that your way of hiding from the issue? That you haven't been assigned to this?"

"No. I know my place. This is a decision that must be made by you alone Finis. Neither decision is tenable. Neither is completely right or completely wrong. That is why it is yours alone. Someone has to make this hard decision…a decision of grays and muddled lines of battle."

The supreme chancellor sat back and looked at the ceiling. "That's what I get paid the big credits for. Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

Qui-Gon smiled a little. "Yes Finis. But I'm not telling you what you don't already know. Someone has to make the big decisions. That's why the office of supreme chancellor was instituted. You grew up in a political family. You understand…and you knew this before you became chancellor."

Valorum's blue eyes met Qui-Gon's. "Yes. I knew…and I pledged to serve to the best of my ability. The best of it seems to be lacking at the moment."

"It is difficult, to understate the matter. However, it is not only evil that is intelligent. Good is intelligent as well…as it must be to overcome evil. I know you are wise enough to make the right decision…no matter how hard it may be."

"Qui-Gon…why aren't you assigned to the case? Master Yoda isn't using his best Jedi for something this important?" Valorum grinned.

"Well…I have been busy with…other things."

"Qui-Gon, what are you not telling me? There's a crack in your Jedi indifference…and besides…I don't believe the council wouldn't have their resources concentrated on such an urgent situation."

Valorum noted the change in his friend's expression. Even though he moved not a muscle of his face, Qui-Gon's visage darkened. His blue eyes looked almost grey and a cloud seemed to descend over him. The chancellor sat forward and rested his hands on his desk. Now he had to know what was wrong.

The Jedi master spoke in a calm quiet tone. "Obi-Wan and I were attacked by some villagers on the planet of Jabbot. Yalla had convinced them that the Jedi were only taking children to sell them into slavery."

Valorum studied his friend. "Was it bad?" The question seemed lame, but at the moment, words wouldn't come. He didn't know how else to ask.

"Obi-Wan was not hurt too seriously. I was captured…and tortured…by an agent of Yalla. He was there on Jabbot himself." He spoke very matter of factly, as if he had been asked about the weather. Yet, the chancellor had already read his face.

Finis Valorum knew how difficult it was for Qui-Gon to admit what happened…not only because it had been a harrowing experience, but also…despite what his friend maintained about Jedi, Valorum knew he was a proud man. This violation had wounded him on another level also. For a Force user to be captured, in spite of their power, and abused in such a way was often hard for them to accept. Also, there was the struggle inside Qui-Gon to control his pride. And this was probably another wound to the knight's already heavily scarred psyche. The Jedi master was a complex man the chancellor knew. He also knew that what Qui-Gon preferred was not to be questioned further about it. The fact that he now sat before him proved he had survived the ordeal…at least physically. Beyond that, Qui-Gon would not discuss it and his friend knew it…so he inquired no further.

"I'm glad you are all right. So…as a victim of Yalla, your objectivity is in question. That's why you are not serving on the case. Too bad. You're the best at things like this. I suppose that means…the second best is in the game now," Valorum smiled a small smile. "Jareel and Daven?"

"No," Qui-Gon replied quietly. "They are not either."

The executive officer was taken aback. "You don't mean that they…"

"They were injured in Yalla's lab on Charon. Jareel was injured…quite seriously." The knight paused. "Jareel is lucky to be alive."

Valorum was shocked. "I had no idea. You tell me Yalla is attacking Jedi…but you didn't say whom…" his voice died off. "Who else?" he said shortly, not ready for any more surprises.

"No other Jedi have come under attack…yet." Qui-Gon maintained his calm, quiet demeanor, attempting to be very clinical about the incidents.

"I'm sorry. I wish I had known. I suppose at this point it's silly to ask if you four are all right…." He knew his friend would not want to speak of the details, but all this at once was too much of a shock for him. He was reacting out of instinct now.

"We have struggled," Qui-Gon admitted. "But we are fine now…all four of us."

Valorum accepted that. He knew it was the most admission he would get…and this small disclosure actually was reassuring. Had Qui-Gon held all back, then he would worry.

"Good. I'm glad. Yalla will not get away with this."

"Bold words."

"Truer words were never spoken, my friend."

"Are you losing your objectivity now, Finis?"

The tall man stood quickly and walked to the window. He looked out in silence for a moment before he turned back to Qui-Gon. "I'm plain damned mad. That he would assault any innocent being…even one…in the galaxy is unacceptable. Especially if it is something like…torture. To target the peacekeepers of the government is even more hateful. He hopes to eliminate the very people who protect us against creatures like him. And yes…it makes me even angrier that this has happened to ones that I consider friends. I would go after him anyway, Qui-Gon. You know that. Just because this fires my resolve, don't question it. This gives me more motivation to think of a way to get to him."

The Jedi studied his friend's hard face. He knew Finis Valorum may be affected emotionally by what he'd just learned…but the chancellor had been hardened by his years of military service…and his time in the sometimes nasty world of politics. Qui-Gon was certain that what Valorum said was true. He stood. "I wish you wisdom…and patience in your decision."

The supreme chancellor crossed and shook his friend's hand. "May the Force be with you, Qui-Gon."

The tall knight turned and departed without another word. Valorum watched him go and then walked slowly back to the window. For a moment, he only watched the traffic flying by. Then he tilted his head to follow a ship that was traveling almost vertically out of the atmosphere.

Two of the best Jedi I know, Qui-Gon and Jareel, harmed by Yalla. And their apprentices. Still young men…still learning. Hard lessons to learn. Treacherous. He had to have been treacherous to catch them off guard. If he can take Jedi like that…what does that bode for the rest of us? Dangerous. And smart. Not a good combination. We are going to have to be just as sly and smart as Yalla is if we hope to get him. And get him we will! If it's my last act as chancellor…so be it. He's a threat not only to the Jedi. They may be his primary target…but it's clear to me that he hopes to destabilize the Republic. How better to do that than by getting rid of our primary line of defense? Yes…he is wise.

It wasn't like this in the military. We fought enemies that we knew. Yes…they tried to disguise themselves, hide their resources. But a major offensive is such a public event that you can't hide all of it. The fight was above board and the bad guy was obvious. Not like this scheming, slithering Yalla…hiding behind aliases…among other things.

And…as a squadron commander, I was able to evaluate a situation on my own and then act. My orders were followed without question. Now I am oftentimes a hostage of the senate. He gritted his teeth and the muscles around his mouth tightened with the action. They are so busy with their power plays and looking good to the right people that sometimes they truly don't care about the people they are elected to serve. I have to wait on their slow ruminations and machinations before I am able to act sometimes. He pounded a fist into his other hand. I am the leader of this government…as I was leader of a squadron. Yet, I am unable to act as a leader. I realize there is a need to make sure one man can not grab too much power as chancellor…still, there must be a better way than this!

I could take military action against him…but at what cost? I don't know what waits on the moon, Answar. I have no idea how heavily armed Yalla is. He may not even wait to find out who's coming to call if a ship enters orbit. Qui-Gon said there is nothing else on this moon…only the mining operation. Does Yalla have any idea that we have found out about him yet? If he suspects, he may exterminate any thing that appears at Answar…a ship filled with troops. And that's only one side of it…our losses. What would be lost inside that facility? I don't know what's in there. Even the Jedi can't divine that with their power. No…all this ties my hands against taking such action.

But…there is more than one type of military action that could be taken. All military maneuvers are not so open and obvious. Hmm…from what Qui-Gon said it seems that when direct action is taken against the Jedi, Yalla likes to be in the midst of it…

"Took it hard did he?" Yoda inquired.

"Chancellor Valorum took the news as well as anyone in his position could, my Master," Qui-Gon replied.

"Hmm. What said he?"

"The chancellor is exploring all his options. To this end, he is assigning aides to help the security police in any way they can with computer searches and such. He wants to make a decision soon, but does not want to be rushed. A precarious position. And there are also the political attachments to be considered. Whatever he decides, he will have to defend before his critics. The senate will be certain to be a hotbed of critique for whatever action he takes. Chancellor Valorum knows his enemies and he knows on what level they will attack."

"Wise is a man who knows his enemies. Wise is a man who counts the cost before he begins. Confident I am that Supreme Chancellor Valorum will make the right decision."

"As am I Master Yoda. Also, I have a message for you from the chancellor. He wishes to speak with you and Master Windu about this."

"Make the arrangements I will. Assigned you and Obi-Wan are to investigate Yalla's influence in the senate. Removed from direct involvement with the researcher you will be. Good this will be since you were recently assigned at the senate. Knew Maase you did. Perhaps find out you can who else he may have persuaded. May the Force be with you."

Qui-Gon bowed to the little Jedi and left. Secretly he was glad to be given this assignment. Although he had been found innocent of any misconduct in accidentally helping Maase escape from Coruscant, the Jedi master still felt the sting inside of having been duped by a criminal. Perhaps this would allow him to restore his tarnished image. It was only his own eyes that saw his image as sullied however. And he knew that, because he had not been found at fault. It was the wrong attitude to have and he rebuked himself for it, vowing to mediate on it later.

"You have been quite busy the last couple of days," Jareel said as he sat down at the table with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Daven came up and sat next to his big master. "What have you been up to?"

"Well…it's nice to see you too Jareel. How have you been? Good? Glad to hear it. How about you Daven? Have you been well?"

The apprentice's ready grin was instantly there. When his master and Qui-Gon got together, there was certain to be mischief about. "I'm fine, thank you Master Qui-Gon. And you?"

"I'm fine thank you. When you next talk to Jareel, would you tell him hello for me? I haven't seen him recently…"

The hulking Jedi interrupted. "All right. I get the message. How are you Qui-Gon?"

"Fine…but I have been better. I have this stiffness in my arm in the mornings. It gets better after I work out. I suppose I should go talk to Mi'al about it."

"Yes, you should Master," Obi-Wan put in with a grin. It wasn't often that he got to play a part in a prank against a master…and he wasn't about to let the opportunity pass.

"I suppose it could be an artifact of Jabbot. Having my hands shackled over my head did put quite a stress on my arms."

"That makes sense…"

"Excuse me," Jareel said sweetly.

"Yes?" Qui-Gon responded innocently.

"I don't want to interrupt your clinic…but may I ask a question?"

"Yes, of course Jareel. I was wondering when you were going to join the conversation."

The blonde Jedi gave his friend a sour look. "Dirty space dog," he muttered. "If it's not an imposition, could you tell me if you have learned anything more…as in what will be done about Yalla?"

Completely serious now, Qui-Gon answered, "Nothing has been decided yet. There's much talk going on. And, there's still the investigation. If you are looking for quick action, you may as well relax."

"Aye, I thought as much. So, does this push our being given assignments further down the list of things to do? Yalla is their primary concern…and we are not assigned to that."

"Ah…but you're wrong in both cases. We do have an assignment…and it does involve Yalla…indirectly."

"Yes," the big man seemed anxious to finally have a mission.

"You, I, and our padawans are going to go fishing in the senate to look for the good doctor's other cronies."

"You jest. What are we supposed to do, tap them on the shoulder and ask?"

"What? I thought you would welcome the chance to go undercover again."

Jareel's ice blue eyes twinkled. "Now I know you are jesting."

"No, old friend. We have a known starting place, Lohran Maase's office…and probably his apartment. That may give us some leads. But from there…it will be fishing for clues and information."

The big Jedi looked over to Daven. "Are you up to wearing some more of those uncomfortable clothes, young one?"

"It will be easier to do in a known environment," Daven said slowly. "At least it won't be like Charon."

Jareel put an arm around his padawan but said nothing. Words were not necessary. They both bore the scars of the harrowing adventure in Yalla's lab on Charon.

Then Jareel said, almost in a promise, "No…it won't be like Charon."

The following morning the four Jedi met for breakfast and planned their day. Jareel and Daven were to go to Maase's apartment and have a look. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan would search his office. Qui-Gon suggested they go into this "blind"…as if they knew nothing about Maase or his connections. Assuming what they might find could cause them to overlook something important because it wasn't what they were expecting.

"All right. We'll meet back at supper to discuss what we've found," Qui-Gon suggested.

"Good idea," Jareel agreed. "And I know just the place…"

"If you don't mind," Qui-Gon interrupted. "I'd like to choose this time. We have much work…and I'd like Obi-Wan to be healthy enough to help me."

The big man looked sheepish. "Am I the only one who doesn't have this problem?"

"Anyone who can eat muscars from the swamp can eat anything," Daven said quietly as his dark eyes gleamed.

Qui-Gon smiled. "So…we meet at Auriga's for supper then. May the Force be with you." He slapped his friend's broad back.

"Thank you for coming so soon Master Yoda, Master Windu," Chancellor Valorum said. "Please…sit down."

The three sat at a small conference table at one end of Valorum's big office.

"Said Qui-Gon did that you wanted to speak about Yalla," the diminutive Jedi master began.

"Yes. I was going to ask you for some advice…but I've been thinking some more about this. I have decided on a small change of tactics."

"You already had something in mind?" Windu asked.

"I've always got something in mind," Valorum grinned. "I just can't always act on it…or sometimes even say it publicly. I never believed Yalla was untouchable. Difficult to get to…but not out or our reach gentlemen." He paused to see what reaction he would get, but all he got was that same damnable inscrutable Jedi look that Qui-Gon always hid behind. Very well…he was sure he would get a reaction out of them before this discussion was over.

"Are you going to bring this to the senate before you act?"

"No, I'm not," Valorum said firmly. "Qui-Gon and I have already talked about how this investigation needs to be thorough…but that also means slow. After that, we would have to go through the senate to get approval for any action we might decide to take. At the rate things are proceeding, it could take…years," he waved his hand in frustration, "for this to eventually work so that we had enough evidence to convict him and enough to convince the senate to act. And there would still be the question of how to get him off Answar."

Valorum stood and walked to the window. It was not a snub of the councilors…and they'd had enough interaction with the chancellor to know it. When Valorum was deep in thought, he always liked to look out the window. It was as if the flow of the traffic reminded him of the people of Coruscant…and his duty to them.

"No. While this drags out, we have a major criminal who is targeting the Jedi and trying to undermine the Republic. He doesn't stage obvious attacks like Ruka did. Yalla is sneaky and slippery. From my military experience, when you have an enemy holed up in his fortress, you have to lure him out to destroy him…not go after him. He has all the advantages in that case. We need to draw him away from his resources and his stronghold…and we need bait that is good enough to draw him not just out…but away…"

Qui-Gon shut the door to Maase's office behind him. It was not likely that they cold keep their activities covert in a hotbed of curiosity and gossip such as the senate building. However at least trying to shut out some of the nosey delegates and their aides and other hangers-on would help.

"At least he keeps a neat office," Obi-Wan observed. "Maybe that will make it easier to find…anything he might have to hide."

"Or more difficult Padawan. He may be so neat because he has little here to hide."

Qui-Gon went to the desk and sat down. He turned on the computer. Valorum had provided Maase's password. The Jedi typed it in and waited. He glanced over to see what his apprentice had chosen to start with. Obi-Wan was digging into some files. The computer beeped as it finished its login script. A listing of directories was not immediately helpful. Some of the names indicated specific legislation or planets…others were little more than a collection of miscellaneous letters. Qui-Gon sighed. There was nothing else he could do except to open directories and begin looking around. Actually, he had not truly expected anything different. It was a hope…not an expectation.

"Well…here's something interesting," Obi-Wan said. "Nothing we didn't already know…but interesting." He produced a handful of holo pamphlets about the AAM. "Do you think he was recruiting members in the senate?"

"A noteworthy idea. As long as he was looking for powerful friends, he may as well get them interested. It just gets them in deeper and gives him more protection for whatever he was doing. Good idea, Obi-Wan. Keep that in mind as you search."

"Yes Master."

Instinctively, Qui-Gon was drawn to look at the directories with meaningless names first. They almost seemed to be named to hide something. The Jedi master was in for a surprise however. He didn't get far. As soon as he tried to open the directory, a dialogue box opened asking for a password. The knight entered the one he had been given by Valorum but that only bought him an incorrect password message. That screamed to be investigated, to Qui-Gon's mind. He attempted to open another of the strangely named directories with the same result.

The Jedi master removed the comlink from his belt and placed a call to the Jedi temple.

"Gannt here."

"Gannt, Qui-Gon. How busy are you?"

"Up to my shoulders. I still have my head above water."

With a chuckle he said, "I'm about to push you under."

"Only with the permission of the council. They've got me quite busy."

"I'll take it up with Master Yoda, but somehow I think you'll soon be on your way to the Senate building."

Jareel was looking through Maase's desk while Daven was occupied in the bedroom.

"Wow Master. If this is how a senator's aide lives…I think I could be tempted."

"What are you doing? I'd better not find you sacked out in there."

"It's enticing…but I'm afraid if I even lay down, I will not want to get up."

Jareel chuckled. He was putting off looking at the computer last. It was too easy to hide things on the computer…from him at least. So, he preferred to see what else was lying about first. Maase seemed to be meticulous in all he did. His desk was very neat. There was not a stray item lying about on top of it. Everything, no matter how small was put away. The drawers were divided into compartments and each item placed carefully. That was encouraging. If the big man did find something of Maase's hidden activities, it would probably be organized and all contained together.

Moving on to the bottom drawer, Jareel was a little surprised to find it locked. That was not a problem though. A little concentration and the right application of the Force and the lock opened as easily as if he'd had the key. Jareel's face crinkled in puzzlement. There were some small books and some data tablets in the drawer. He reached for one of the books. There was a listing on the first page…but it meant nothing to him. He recognized the numbers…but not the letters. It was a language he was not familiar with, but the fact that this was locked up meant he would take it back to the temple for translation. He opened another book…similar. The data tables…more of the same. The big Jedi looked around for something to pack all of this in.

"Master…"

Jareel turned to see Daven walking toward him, his hand dripping blood.

"Daven! What happened?" He began looking around for something to wrap the padawan's hand with. The blonde Jedi hurried to the refresher and came back with a clean hand towel.

"I was looking in the dresser drawers. One of them was locked…and had a spring loaded knife in it."

"Let's get you back to the temple."

"Wait Master. He obviously had something in there he wanted to protect. Shouldn't we see what it is?"

Jareel was torn. "All right. You sit down, apply pressure to that, elevate it…and concentrate the Force on it. I'll see what it is." The big man hurried to the bedroom. It was obvious which drawer was in question. The knife blade was still extended. Carefully the blonde Jedi pulled the drawer completely open, wondering if there was something more than the knife. He also was flooded with memories of Charon. He was almost sick as he thought of how he and Daven had gone so carelessly through the apartment of one who knew Yalla…the creature that seemed to be a master of traps. Jareel felt a heavy wave of guilt wash over him as he remembered his promise to Daven that this would not be like Charon. Thinking of Daven, he remember the gash on his hand and tried to hurry…but be careful.

Jareel looked into the drawer. More books and some other items…containers, data disks. No time to waste. He found a small suitcase and threw the contents into it. The blonde man hurried back to the living room and added the things from the desk drawer.

"How are you doing, young one?"

"I'm all right Master. I really don't think it's a bad cut."

"But we can't take chances. Let's go…and be careful on the way out." He looked around to see if there were any obvious things to be careful of and trying to sense if anything was about to pounce on them. But why not the desk drawer?

Jedi Master Rhea leaned back in his chair. A look of confusion came to his white furry face as he read the message that had just been hand carried to him. Rhea served as the diplomatic liaison between the Jedi temple and the Republic government. As such, all interactions came across his desk, political and social. It was the social that concerned him just now.

The big furry creature had been in charge of arranging for the Jedi exhibit at the art museum. This was a gesture of good will on the part of the Jedi to help outsiders understand the order better by showing a side seldom seen. The creative side. The display had been in planning for several months and Rhea had just congratulated himself as recently as a couple of days ago that everything was settled and he need not worry about the exhibit any longer. At last, he could put it aside and get his attention on more pressing matters.

The opening was to be a simple affair. Rhea had chosen a Jedi from the diplomatic corps to attend on behalf of the council. The chancellor had decided to send one of his third deputy ministers. Some token invitations had been sent out to politicos and social types. Mostly it was expected that only those who wanted to be seen would attend. Although the display itself was considered significant, the opening was still not expected to attract a large crowd. And…the Jedi had decided it would befit their image better to keep it simple.

Until now. The message in Rhea's hands told a different story. Communications between Republic representatives and the Jedi had led to a new concept. This would be an excellent opportunity for the two groups to renew their commitment to one another and make a public showing of it for the benefit of the beings of the galaxy. The supreme chancellor himself would be in attendance, as well as the Jedi council!

Rhea nervously twirled a loose strand of white fur between his fingers as he read. Attendees were to be notified of this change of plans and an additional list of invitees was attached. The invitations were to be hand carried because of the short notice. He groaned. This was a complete change of all he had planned…and he had mere days to execute a new arrangement.

But why? This makes no sense. Yes…I see their explanation…but that is not a good reason for the extremity of the action that is being taken! This had to have come from the Republic. The Jedi would not have done such a thing. Some senator probably found out about it and wants to use it as a forum for his legislation…or a coming out party for his daughter. That's probably the true reason for the change. That's unimportant just now…I suppose. I don't have time to wonder over that now! Too much to do…as if I don't have enough already!

Rhea sighed and let the message drop to his desktop. He activated his comm unit as he picked up a stylus to start making a list of things to do.

"I'm sorry Daven. I should have been more mindful of who we were investigating. It should have been obvious to me to be more careful."

"It's just as much my fault Master," Daven replied. "I should have thought if it also. Don't feel badly."

Mi'al couldn't help but hear as he worked on closing the cut. "Who were you investigating?"

"Lohran Maase. He was someone Yalla had planted in the senate building. Daven got cut on a spring loaded knife at Maase's apartment."

Mi'al stopped and glanced at the big Jedi. Now he understood why the two were consoling each other. "Um…you all right Jareel?"

He started to answer automatically until he saw the look on the healer's face. "No," he admitted. "I feel guilty. I should have been more careful. Then this might not have happened."

Mi'al continued his task. "But…Daven could have been more careful also," he pointed out. The big Jedi started to answer but Mi'al continued, "Don't heap more guilt on yourself than you are due, Jareel. It's not healthy. Do you need to talk?"

The blonde Jedi noticed Daven studying him intently. He remembered how protective his apprentice had been of him after Charon. Jareel thought carefully about the situation. It was true that they both had been less careful than they should have. But…should they really have expected Maase to be practicing Yalla's form of self-defense? Even if Maase was his disciple, it didn't automatically follow that he would be a carbon copy of Yalla. Even if the two Jedi had gone into the apartment with the idea that it could contain traps, this still could have happened. How would they have known where the traps were?

"No," Jareel said quietly. "I'm fine. I do understand where my responsibility is. This is not entirely my fault. You're right. I shouldn't accept more guilt than I am directly responsible for." He looked up at Daven. "And you shouldn't either."

"Yes Master," he said somberly.

"Good," Mi'al said to the big man. Then to the apprentice he said, "You're going to be fine Daven. "I'm almost finished. It is a nasty cut, but it should heal well. It could have been worse. Take it easy with this hand all right?"

"Yes Mi'al."

Jareel thought of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Would Maase set things like that in such a public place as the senate building? He couldn't take a chance. Better to warn them needlessly than allow them to find out the hard way. He activated his comlink.

"Qui-Gon Jinn."

"Qui-Gon, Jareel. Be careful, old friend. Maase learns well from his mentor. You should watch for any hidden traps while you are roaming about his office."

"Did you find something like that?" Qui-Gon asked in concern. Why else would Jareel be warning him.

"Daven did."

"Is he all right?"

"Yes. Mi'al is taking care of him right now. Tell Obi-Wan he's going to be fine. Be mindful Qui-Gon. This could be dangerous." The big man's tone was grave.

"We will. Thanks, old friend. Our best to Daven. Tell Mi'al to take good care of him. I'll talk with you more later." The communication ended.

Mi'al had split his attention between the apprentice and his master. It was obvious Jareel was concerned…and he could sense some anger from him. Yet, the blonde Jedi seemed to be controlling himself well enough. The healer didn't want to smother him just as much as he wanted to help…if needed. For now, he would just observe.

"All right. You're ready to go. When you have opportunity, concentrate the Force on it as much as you can to help it heal. Come back tomorrow to get the dressing changed. And no sparring or any other workout that will put stress on your hand."

"Thank you Mi'al," Daven said as he slid off the table.

"Thank you Mi'al. He's all right to continue?"

"Oh sure. It was a deep cut, but there wasn't a great deal of blood loss. He's fine to go back to his duties…unless he begins to feel badly, which is unlikely. But…if that happens I'd like to see him again."

The big man nodded his ascent and the two turned to leave.

"I'm fine Master." Daven tried to be very upbeat and encouraging.

Jareel smiled. "You don't have to prove anything to me. I'd rather know how you really feel. Let's take this material we found up to Gannt and see if he can help us decipher it."

"The dress arrived Lady Lyg'tren," the tall fair woman said as she walked away from the door carrying a large box. "Shall I get it ready for you to try on?"

"Oh yes, Neela," Allia said in delight. She stood and followed her maid into the bedroom. "I do hope he got everything right. It was short notice."

Neela laid the box down and began unwrapping as she chatted with Allia. It was true she was a servant to the elegant woman, but they had also become friendly. So Neela was comfortable asking, "Has something suddenly come up Lady Lyg'tren?"

"Well, actually I knew about this exhibit opening…but things have changed. It sounds much more interesting now. It's an exhibit of Jedi art. Jedi art…can you imagine? What must that be like? However, I wasn't going to go to the opening because there was only going to be one Jedi representative there…probably no one I know. And the third deputy minister that was going to attend…" she rolled her eyes. "He is such a bore."

Neela smiled as she withdrew the dress and held it up for Allia's inspection. A pale blue airy fabric in layers and layers. The style and material had practically become her trademark.

"Oh…it's wonderful! I can't wait to see how it looks." She began disrobing.

"So what has changed your mind about attending?" Neela inquired.

"I received a note today from the invitation committee. It was to inform all who have been invited of a change of plans." She stepped into the dress and allowed Neela to dress her. "Now the entire council is attending as well as other Jedi…and the chancellor will be there also. It will be a big social affair. Not to mention an opportunity to make new contacts and acquaintances. Oh…Berge only improves with each dress he designs," she cooed as she turned from side to side in front of the full-length mirror. "I think it will make a wonderful dancing dress…don't you?"

"Oh yes my lady…a wonderful dancing dress."

"I'm sorry, Master Jareel, but Master Gannt isn't here just now," a petite brown furry creature told the big blonde man. "He had to go to the senate building to help with an investigation there."

"Hmm…Qui-Gon no doubt. All right. I have this information that I found…on the same investigation." He set the small case on a table, opened it and extracted one of the small books from it. "Have a look. I need to know what this says. Can you help us with this?"

"We have several translators and cryptographers. I'm sure we can translate this for you."

"Cryptographers?"

"Well," she said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm not the expert. I don't know if this is a known language. The characters are odd. It could be a code. Either way, I'm sure we can help you." She glanced at the case. "Do you have more?"

"A few things. Actually…I'm uncertain. We had to leave in a hurry. Let me just look through this quickly."

The female creature walked over to a desk where a man was working while Jareel pawed through the things he'd taken from Maase's apartment. He extracted a couple of data tablets and a few small books like the one he had turned over to the tech.

The man at the desk shook his head and handed the book back to the female who went to another desk. This man looked at the first page and instantly was more interested. He laid the book down flat, grabbed a stylus and began scribbling on a data tablet.

The furry being came back over to the big man. "I think I've found the person. Are these the other items?"

"Yes. I don't know if they are all written in the same…language." He shrugged. "It all looks like scribbling to me. I need this as quickly as I can get it. If there are any questions about priority, Master Yoda is familiar with the Yalla investigation and can clear it up."

"Very well Master Jareel. I will contact you when we have something for you."

"Thank you." He turned to go. "Come on Daven. Let's see what this other stuff is."

Tylo scowled at the photo that Donan laid before him. "Where did you get this?"

"From the best gossip rag on Coruscant. It's one of my favorites. You can't always trust what it says…but you can't argue with a picture."

Tylo looked at the image again. His mother, Allia Lyg'tren, dancing with…Qui-Gon Jinn! The Jedi were still looking for him. How could she fraternize with him? Especially him. And why would Jinn want anything to do with Allia Lyg'tren? The person who had used him as a patsy in her scheme to help assassinate Elan Lyg'tren, her own husband. Then there was the senate inquiry into the murder where the Jedi's name had been drug through the mud. Why would he want anything to do with her?

Tylo's scowl deepened. Jinn must want something out of Allia. Certainly he hadn't just forgiven and forgotten such a major thing. He must be using Allia like she was using him. And…his mother did seem to have a habit of falling for men who used her…like Elan and Rothar. Tylo sighed in anger and frustration. He had been so certain Allia had learned her lesson after Rothar.

Before he could verbalize any of his thoughts, Donan added slowly, "And…that's not all."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that this isn't the only time the two have been caught in this position. This Jedi, Jinn, is becoming a regular at some of these receptions…and Allia is often in his company."

The young man's dark eyes narrowed. "How do you know so much about it?"

"You wanted someone to watch after your mother, didn't you?"

Tylo stared at the grey haired man as if challenging him. "Just how much have they been seeing each other?"

"All I've heard of is their being together at receptions. He has not been seen escorting her home…if that's what you mean."

"I don't like this at all. If you know so much about what she is doing…find out when she's going again and send an escort with her. Send Pel. He's too big for anyone to argue with. Tell him to keep his ears open…and talk to her. See if he can innocently find out what this is all about," he shook the picture at Donan. Tylo turned away and turned back suddenly. "Let me know if you can find out when she is going out again. I might need something more than just Pel. And I need to find out if this Jedi is using Allia. I might have to deal with that."

Yalla was sitting at a desk, sorting through reports, supply requisitions, personnel updates, mining output updates, security issues. Running Answar was becoming a major headache. He was going to have to delegate some of this…but whom could he trust? As the blue creature tried to wade through and organize his information, an underling stood before him making an oral report.

"Yes…yes," Yalla said shortly. "You've told me about that issue with Hora before. I told you it is of no concern."

"I just wanted you to be aware of how the final vote went on the issue before the senate…only to bring it to a close."

"All right. It's closed. Do you have anything I will actually be interested in?" he asked without looking up.

"Yes sir. We sent someone to Jabbot as you instructed to find out what the aftermath of the incident with the Jedi was."

The blue creature stopped what he was doing and looked up. "And…"

"He was not very subtle in his questioning of the villagers. Too quickly, he revealed that he was working with Gera. And…they almost killed him. The villagers are still quite upset about the entire episode. They have exiled their leader."

The doctor sat back and a malicious grin split his face. "Good. Both received what they deserved. If the fool leader had been quicker to obey me…. Who is the idiot that you sent to Jabbot? Was he not told of what Gera did there?"

"Yes Dr. Yalla. All was explained to him…and it was specifically mentioned to him that he should not say anything about working for Gera."

The creature turned his attention back to his desk. "Good. If he is stupid enough to not follow orders, he deserves his punishment. Anything else?"

"Well…I don't know if you are interested or not…but you did want to know of anything going around the senate…"

"Yes. Probably just more rumors and gossip…but I do want to know what they are talking about. Sometimes those lies can be manipulated to help us. What is it?"

"It's minor actually…but so much activity has surrounded this suddenly…. A Jedi art exhibit that was supposed to be opened by minor officials has suddenly become a major social event with the chancellor and Jed council in attendance. It's the big social…and political item at the moment."

"Really? Jedi art. That's amusing. The chancellor and the council together, eh? That is interesting…."

"Well Gannt?"

"Qui-Gon, please," the pale green creature turned his amber eyes on the Jedi master. "This takes time. Even I, with my experience, can't break into another computer instantly. Whoever set this up was no amateur. Do you know if Maase was well versed in computers?"

"No, I don't know that."

He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "It would be much faster if I could have use of my own computer also. Do you think I could get authorization to take this computer back to the temple?"

"I'm sure you could," the Jedi master said confidently. "This investigation has very high priority. We can get just about anything we ask for. Just let me make a contact."

As Qui-Gon activated his comlink, Obi-Wan looked over Gannt's shoulder. "What are you going to do?"

"Well…this computer won't 'talk' to me…but mine will. I need it to help me break the password on this one. I could sit here and guess all day…but that would be slow and tedious. My computer can run a routine that essentially will do the same thing…but much quicker. That's why I need the computers together…and I'd be more comfortable working at the temple. Everything I need is there."

"It's done," Qui-Gon said. "Someone is bringing an equipment pass up to you now. That will get it out of the building for you. Gannt…"

"I know. As soon as I find out anything, you'll be the first to know." He started shutting down the computer. "You find any data disks? Or did you just want me to find out what's in those directories?"

"Hmm…as a matter of fact, I didn't find any. Did you Obi-Wan?"

"No Master."

"Odd. Well…we'll look again."

Senator Maird read the note and huffed. He threw it to his desk and reached for the comm panel on his desk. "Get Astryx on the unit for me."

The senator turned and stared out the window as he thought. Then he became lost in those thoughts and the buzzing of his comm unit startled him.

"Yes."

"Senator Astryx for you, sir."

"Thank you." He punched another button. "Quo'tar, did you get one of these ridiculous invitations?"

"To the art museum. Oh…yeah. I had forgotten. Who cares?"

"I didn't either…until now. It's being upgraded to a major event now."

"Oh," Astryx said in interest. "What is it?"

"Now the entire Jedi council is going to be there…and Finis Valorum." The unit was silent. "Quo'tar?"

"I heard," he said quietly.

"Our enemies hand in hand."

"Enemies?"

"Yes. You know what I mean. The only ones who could have helped us when we were trying to find out about that speeder crash that killed our sons. And what did they do?"

"Actually they did quite a bit. Master Qui-Gon was putting himself in possible trouble for investigating when he was supposed to be on leave. And…Finis did help me get a copy of that speeder report after it was sealed."

"I should have known you'd be like this. What do you think he was helping you for? Out of the goodness of his heart? Not Valorum. He wanted something out of that. He didn't care what happened to our sons. And Jinn was only concerned about his rear…not our children."

"I suppose…"

"You suppose? This is politics…remember? No one does anything just to be nice or to do a good turn. Everything…everything is for someone else's gain."

"Yeah…yeah. You've given me your view of Coruscant, the speeder thing, the Jedi and Valorum…more than once. What is the point of all this?"

"I don't think we got justice for the sake of our kids."

"I don't either…but what can we do? Prosecute two brain dead bodies? Why can't you let it go?"

"Because I am determined for some bit of truth to be squeezed out of this festering sore. I have lost a lot in my time as senator…because of politics. I want to change that."

"Oh really? And just what do you plan on doing?"

"I haven't decided…not completely…but I'm thinking…I'm thinking.

Jareel and Daven were already seated when Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan showed up at Auriga's. The big man had been closely monitoring the time. He was grumbling about those space pirates being late when they knew he was hungry.

"Sorry," Qui-Gon began as he sat down. "I lost track of time."

"Did you find anything interesting?" Jareel asked without preamble.

"Interesting, yes. Useful? I don't know yet."

Jareel started to ask further when the waiter came up to find out what they wanted to drink. However, the big man informed him they were ready to place their order. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had not even had a chance to look at the menu, but it was Qui-Gon's favorite place…so he already knew what he wanted. Obi-Wan was not a fussy eater and chose the first thing on the menu.

"Now," Jareel said. "You were saying…"

"Maase has something on his computer that is password protected…so that's why I don't know if it's useful yet."

"Somehow I knew that Gannt was with you when he was at the senate building today."

"Oh…how did you know he was there?"

"Daven and I had need of the services of his people also. It's not a computer problem…but I knew he had other than computer types working for him. We found some sort of journals in Maase's apartment that are written in another language that neither of us recognized. So…we are awaiting translation."

"It seems Mr. Maase had much to hide," Qui-Gon observed.

The waiter returned with their drinks and a large basket of steaming bread. Daven hungrily reached for one of the miniature grainy loaves.

"Daven, how's your hand?" Qui-Gon asked.

Unconsciously, the padawan had been keeping it out of sight until he needed both hands for his task.

"Oh…it's fine Master Qui-Gon."

"Did you run into any hidden blades or such in Maase's office?" Jareel asked in a voice that didn't hide the anger he still felt.

"No, we didn't. Did you encounter anything else there?"

"We haven't had a chance to go back yet. But when we do…we'll be more than careful," he cast a glance at his apprentice. "You do the same."

"We will," Qui-Gon promised. "Is that all you found?"

"That's enough, isn't it?" Jareel grinned. "We have yet to finish going through his apartment. We did find some things…locked up with these journals. Some data disks, holo images, some containers we haven't looked at yet."

"Data disks," Qui-Gon repeated. "I know that's not your favorite part of an investigation. Would you mind if I gave them to Gannt?"

"He can have them with my compliments," Jareel declared. "If whatever is on them requires his magic touch to get to…it would be better for him to take them now."

"So…we are all at the same phase it seems. Waiting for some data to be accessed or translated before we can proceed on those items. And…not finished with our searches."

"In other words we have found little so far."

"No," Qui-Gon corrected. "We may have found a great deal…we just don't know it yet," he grinned.

Mace Windu sat before Yoda's desk. It was an amusing sight. The little councilor had vetoed the idea of a desk more befitting his size. The image of the larger council members sitting before a tiny desk seemed like a mocking image to Yoda. However, the picture of the small green creature having to stand in his chair to reach objects at the desktop edge was enough to make even Windu smile.

"Hmm…need to know more about Yalla…and his stronghold we do."

"Yes. I agree. Especially in light of what the chancellor suggests."

The diminutive Jedi placed a finger to his lips. "Reckless this is."

"Perhaps…but his idea is a good one as well. I…don't think we'd be able to stop him…even if we wanted to."

"Right you are. Our duty we all have to do. Discussed this we already have. The decision is made. No more can we do about it."

"How do you propose we increase our knowledge of Answar?"

"Meditated on this have I. Equally dangerous my idea is. To send Jedi to Answar."

Windu's dark brow creased in confusion. "Send Jedi? But I thought that we had already agreed that approaching Yalla directly…"

"Not directly will we approach," Yoda interrupted. "A way there is to have Jedi there without Yalla knowing who they are." The master paused. Windu was practically on the edge of his seat for the answer. "The Association for Artistic Metachronism," was the only answer Yoda gave.

The idea came to Mace slowly. His face changed as he understood. "You mean…have Jedi join the AAM…and hope they get chosen for the special training class…and sent to Answar?"

"Mean that I do. No other way do I know to get anyone into the mining facility. Have any ideas do you?"

"No," the councilor admitted. "I don't. You're right. It is dangerous. If Yalla discovers that a Jedi has infiltrated…he will be in grave peril. However, the knights understand being a Jedi is not easy or safe. Who are you thinking of assigning?"

"Discuss this with you I wanted. Too bad it is that send Qui-Gon or Jareel we can not. Our best knights they are. And worked undercover both have," Yoda smiled a little. "Decide we must who is best suited to this. Quickly we must decide. Quickly they must infiltrate."

"They will not be able to get in before Chancellor Valorum's idea is put into action."

"Know this I do. Still, need we have of what they can find…however, the chancellor's plan works out."

"It is good to see you Supreme Chancellor," Master Rhea bowed low to the executive.

"Master Rhea, " Valorum extended a hand. He could never get used to all this bowing the Jedi did. He never knew when to bow and when it was inappropriate, so he just stuck with the custom he did know. "You are the diplomatic coordinator for the Jedi temple?"

"That is correct," the big white furry creature replied as he smoothed the fur from his face. "I am here to help with the organization and set up of this exhibit."

Rhea…oh yes. The master who almost chose Myla for his padawan. "This is a great moment for the Jedi and the Republic," Valorum said. "A permanent exhibit of artwork of the Jedi and their weaponry will be a great addition to our museum. It shows the two sides of the Jedi, protectors of the galaxy, but desiring peace."

"Yes. I see you are familiar with the pieces that will be displayed. It is true that many Jedi have expressed their feelings through creative works. And the recurring theme that weaves the many Jedi and the varying media together is peace. It is a feeling all Jedi share. The Force brings it to us. We had hoped that this would help modify the concept of the order as merely warriors…especially contrasted against the weaponry display."

"It is an inspired idea. This will also bring the elusive and private Jedi forward for the citizens. That is why I think it will also be of benefit to the Republic. I understand the order's desire to remain apart and cloaked. However, that secrecy only encourages people to fill in the gaps with their own concepts and to exaggerate what they do know. I applaud the Jedi for this idea."

Rhea bowed again. Valorum didn't move. He wasn't sure if this was one of those bows to a superior that wasn't supposed to be answered…or if a mutual admiration called for a mutual bow. The Jedi's face was unreadable. So, the chancellor still didn't know if he'd performed correctly or not. You have that Jedi inscrutability down even better than Qui-Gon. You're a great choice for a diplomatic interface. Now I know why Myla didn't want this job. I'm happy that bright, spirited girl didn't get stuck with an oppressive master like you! You may be good at your job…but you wouldn't have been good for her. Qui-Gon was right.

"I was told that you wanted to have a preview of the set up and meet with some of the Jedi council who will be in attendance. They have been delayed and will be here shortly. But I can begin to show you around if you'd like."

"Yes. I want to have as much time to look around as I can get. Please."

The pair moved away from the doors of the museum to walk further into the foyer. Four of the chancellor's guards remained at the doors while four others accompanied him and Rhea.

The art museum on Coruscant was a tribute to art not only inside. It was a towering spire that had been designed by a team of architects from around the galaxy. After much squabbling and compromise, they had managed to come up with a single building that reflected the styles of many worlds. There were hundreds of planets in the Republic. However, there was no physical way to represent every planet's style on the museum. Similar styles were grouped together and a blending of such led to a structure that was as beautiful as it was unique. Each face was different and presented the worlds of the direction that it faced. Another concession was to use building materials from several different worlds. If they could not be represented in the architecture, they would be represented in the construction. Anyone who had not entered the building still was able to enjoy the culture of other beings from the four works of art that enclosed the museum.

A repository of talent for such a large number of beings necessarily required many levels. It was one of the taller buildings on the city-planet. There were few permanent exhibits because of the sheer number of planets who vied for space. The Republic was in the process of negotiating for funds for a second building to house rotating displays, while the current one would be used for permanent ones. Valorum was glad that there was an entire committee to see to that. As much as he appreciated the art and what it represented, he knew how hard it was to convince some of the value of it. No…he didn't want the responsibility of trying to convince senators whose home planets were at war, suffering famine, or some similar crisis that funding another art museum was the right thing to do.

The large shaggy Jedi was chattering away as he led the chancellor down a wide hallway. It had no ceiling. Looking up, Valorum was not able to see the sky light at the top of the tall building. Each level was open here to the atrium hallway on the main level. Greenery from around the galaxy adorned the large area. Some of the trees were tall enough to reach halfway up the structure's height. Also, some clinging type plants snaked their way up the supports to the upper floors. The supports were constructed so to allow maintenance people to climb up to look after the plants and trim them back.

Valorum had often thought of the fun that climbing all the way to the top would be…through the greenery. And the view down would probably be quite exciting. However, he had never verbalized the thoughts. The executive knew there was no way that anyone would stand for the head of the Republic government to execute such an act. He was confident of his ability…even at his age. After all he was fit and still worked out. Sighing as he looked up once more, Valorum remembered that he knew certain sacrifices were necessary with his job and responsibilities. Still…just for one day he longed to be away from the job, from Coruscant. His exploits as a squadron commander were legendary and still made his heart beat faster. Now the only thing that excited him about his job was the joy of winning a well thought out debate against an especially tough opponent in the senate. How far he had moved from what he once was…but it was the life he chose he reminded himself.

A small creek flowed through the middle…manmade, but very natural looking in its flow and appearance. Rocks were placed to make the flow turbulent in varying places. A smooth flowing stream was too artificial looking. The chancellor noted that whomever had designed the course of the stream and laid out the stones and other material to contain the water, had done an excellent job of making it realistic looking.

"This is where the exhibit will be housed," Rhea interrupted his musings. There was a large opening in the long corridor about half way down the passage. The creature stood to the side as Valorum and his guards entered the exhibit hall. Valorum drew in a breath as he entered. It wasn't as if he had not seen the interior of the place before…still he was in awe of what met his eyes.

The tall grey haired man stopped in his tracks and tried to take it all in. Somehow he had expected something more subdued from Jedi. With their control and seeming lack of emotion most of the time, Valorum had expected their artistic undertakings to reflect that. He had expected dark and drab renderings of very plain subjects. He had much to apologize for.

"Is something wrong Chancellor Valorum?" Rhea asked as he twirled a loose strand of fur worriedly.

"Oh…no…" Valorum's voice trailed off. "I'm quite surprised…most pleasantly surprised."

"Good. I was afraid that perhaps what we had chosen was too…bright."

"No…no…not at all." The executive forced himself to enter the huge hall. He walked to a painting on the wall. Reducing his field of view to a single item was the only way he could deal with the sensory overload he was experiencing. "This is…like nothing I've seen before." It suggested a landscape of such proportion and color that the prefect had never imagined.

"It is unfortunate that you are unable to see it with the eyes of the Force," Rhea said sadly. "There is an entire dimension that you miss."

Valorum could hardly believe that. "Perhaps it's just as well, Master Rhea. If I sensed much more about it, I'm not sure but that I might faint." The furry Jedi laughed appreciatively…but the chancellor was not joking. He walked to the next canvas. It was equally startling. A female creature…somewhat humanoid…yet not quite. Her facial shape looked canine-like. There was no facial hair though. An odd sight. Yet, so very peaceful. The dark eyes gleamed with such calm and serenity. It was as if the painting was transmitting the feeling to the chancellor.

"Ah…you can sense it," Rhea said in satisfaction. "I'm most happy. Even as strongly as it radiates from the painting, not everyone can feel it. You do have some midiclorians Chancellor," he laughed.

Valorum laughed also…even though he felt slighted by the remark…and besides didn't Qui-Gon tell him all living creatures have some midiclorians? Perhaps that's why he felt slighted. He turned to try to take it all in again. As much as the head of state would like to take the time to look closely, he didn't have that luxury at the moment. A rendering on the opposite wall caught his attention and he wended his way through carvings and other freestanding art to get to it.

This one was not a recognizable object. It was an explosion of color…an explosion of emotion. The supreme chancellor had felt its pull from across the room. He stood back from it and studied it closely. It seemed to contain an infinite number of shades of blue. Each stroke almost looked a shade different from all the others. It began in a series of jagged, broken swipes of the brush at the center, which dissolved into softer swirls of color…like eddies of current. It made him woefully sad, yet content at the same time. Valorum was puzzled over this mix of emotions. The longer he stared at the painting, the more he seemed to lose himself in it. Then it suddenly dawned on him that Rhea had been speaking. It was an effort to pull his attention away.

"I'm…very sorry. What were you saying?"

The big creature had a small smile on his face. "You have already answered my question. I asked you if you could feel this one."

"This one…is very…interesting. Who did it?"

"Master Qui-Gon."

In spite of the effort to control his reaction, the chancellor's mouth fell open. "I didn't even know that he…"

"Oh yes. Qui-Gon is an excellent artist. He has been especially prolific the last couple of years. This piece is probably a little more than a year old."

Now Valorum understood what he felt from it…the mix of emotions. The old space dog never ceased to surprise him. He made a note to talk to Qui-Gon about this!

"This is a wonderful exhibit Master Rhea. Just wonderful. I wish I had the time to tour it completely…but my reason for being here is very different."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Now that plans have changed and the opening is going to be a bigger event, I wanted to see the security plans. After all, there will be many important people here."

"Of course. Do you know why the change in plans? I thought it was just going to be one representative of the Jedi…now I find out the entire council may be here!" The creature smoothed the fur around his face. It seemed to be a nervous habit…from one who was supposedly very self-controlled.

"I don't think there's a special reason for the change. It has just received more attention recently. Personally…I just thought it would be a good chance for the council and Republic representatives to come together. It is a show of support…one for another. I get so little chance to meet with the council. And it is an opportunity to show our citizens that we are working together for them. I suppose I've just been…too busy…until recently to recognize the full potential."

"Supreme Chancellor Valorum."

He turned at the mention of his name and saw Master Yoda and Master Windu enter the hall. They stopped and bowed. The head of the galactic government again found himself uncomfortable. Politicians he could handle…he could read them. Jedi…he had tried to learn to read Qui-Gon. Impossible. He played it safe though. The head of the council…better to bow and be sure than to snub him. Valorum bowed stiffly.

Rhea leaned close and whispered, "It isn't necessary for you to bow to Jedi Chancellor."

But Finis Valorum was also the consummate politician. He ignored the diplomatic liaison. "This is impressive Master Windu, Master Yoda. I had no idea of this side of the Jedi."

"That is why agreed to this we did. Another side of the Jedi should people know. See us they do only as fighters. Only in defense do we raise our weapons."

"Speaking of...these weapons are works of art themselves."

"Yes," Windu added. "Some Jedi are talented in different ways. Not all can paint, sculpt or carve. There are Jedi who are gifted metal workers. The hilts of these sabers are tributes to their ability."

"Indeed," Valorum agreed readily. "Um…gentlemen…if we could speak…privately."

"Of course. Rhea…thank you. We will call you if we require your assistance."

The big white furball looked confused but knew better than to argue with the council head. He bowed and left. The chancellor looked over his shoulder to make sure his guards were still by the door. He began to walk slowly around the room, looking up and sweeping the entire expanse in a glance. The head of state was looking at the room from a completely different set of eyes now.

"What think you Chancellor?"

"The high ceilings give plenty of places for one to hide. Particularly with all the beam work exposed. There's a lot of light up there with those directed lamps."

"Hmm…yes. Turn some of them off we could."

"Yes. It would help. This whole room is a practically a grid work. The only solid things are the freestanding walls where the paintings hang. Behind them, the support beams are visible. The maintenance stairway is visible where it rises above the walls to ascend to the ceiling."

"Only partially visible," Windu added. "It was painted black so it would be hidden in the darker recesses. It is only visible because it reflects the light."

"Well," the head of state rubbed his chin, "Turning off some of the lights would help that as well. We need to be sure of what we are doing here. That's why I wanted us to have a look around."

"A bold idea it is Chancellor," the little Jedi said. "Agree we do with you. Necessary this is. Do we will what we think will help."

Valorum grinned. "I had you all wrong Master Yoda. I thought you would tell me I was out of my mind. Perhaps send one of your Jedi healers over to see just what was in this head of mine."

Yoda's big green eyes twinkled. "Out of our mind you are…Supreme Chancellor," he bowed. "Occurred to me it did to suggest a talk with someone…but know I do that change your mind it will not."

Valorum laughed at the little Jedi's frankness…and boldness to speak to him that way. "You are right. You can't change my mind now. You should never have agreed to go along with me. Now that I have someone working with me on this, there's no way I'll change my mind. And you Master Yoda…are out of your mind…for sidelining your two best Jedi on this."

Now the little green Jedi was back to his unreadable expression. The chancellor didn't know if he was insulted or angry…or didn't give a damn what the head of the Republic government thought of his decisions about the Jedi.

"Our own counsel we will keep on this matter Chancellor Valorum." Then Yoda turned away to have another look around the large exhibit hall.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan entered the large room. To one side, several beings were hunched over computers tapping busily away on the keyboards. To the other side, the workers were bending over desks studying texts or writing while another group was occupied at benches disassembling odd looking mechanisms. There was a quiet buzz of activity in the room and very little conversation. Each person seemed to be in his or her own world as each pursued individual tasks. The only time any one spoke was to inquire about the status of something.

The tall Jedi looked around. Spotting his prey, he walked directly to a desk.

"Good morning Gannt," he almost whispered. The atmosphere inspired him not to break the quiet.

"Hello Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan," Gannt answered in a normal tone. His amber eyes twinkled. "Hopeful, aren't we?"

"Your quick service in the past makes me that way. If I have returned too soon, you only have yourself to blame." The Jedi tried not to smile but his eyes gave away his amusement.

The head of the lab pushed his chair away from the desk and turned to face the two Jedi. "I was able to get into Maase's files."

"Yes?" Qui-Gon said anxiously.

"Don't be too happy. What I found means little to me. It seems to be coded. Pull up a chair." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan turned to find chairs and came to sit on either side of Gannt. He was tapping on the keyboard and then paused as he waited for a file to open. "Look at this. This was the first one I was able to open. It's Wookie to me. Does it mean anything to you?"

Qui-Gon's face twisted into a mask of confusion as he looked at the odd sequence of characters. "I haven't seen anything like it before."

"Nor I. But I have sent these files to Farhe," he pointed to a desk further down. "The language experts looked at this and they say it is not a known language. So, I'm assuming this a code. Farhe is my best cryptographer…but he's tied up right now."

"Tied up? Gannt, this is important. We have been given priority on this. This…"

"Take it easy Qui-Gon. Farhe is working your case. He's just coming at it from a different direction. Jareel got to him before you did," he grinned.

"Oh…he's looking at those books Jareel and Daven recovered yesterday?"

"Yes. Difficult he says. The other cryptographers are assisting…but if he says it's difficult…. Well…they learned from him."

"Is he making progress though?"

"Yes. It's just going to take time." Qui-Gon drew in a deep breath to quell the frustration that was threatening to build in him. "Don't worry," Gannt said. "He's the best…and if he can just reach a breakthrough…the rest will be easy. But he will work better if we don't press him. I know this is important, but…there's nothing to be done to rush it. Besides, if he finds the key to that code…it's likely to be the same as the one for this," he indicated the information on the computer monitor."

"Very well. I suppose there's little more we can do but wait. Oh…I have yet more for you."

"What is this?" Gannt asked as he accepted a small packet from Qui-Gon.

"Data disks. You had asked me if we found any. We did not find any in Maase's office. However, Jareel found these at his apartment."

"Good…more decoding I'll bet."

The elder Jedi shrugged. "It may just be his résumé."

The green Jedi laughed. "Or his recipes. Somehow I don't think so…or they wouldn't be in my hands right now. Has Jareel taken a look at the computer in Maase's apartment yet?"

"No. Not yet. He was interrupted yesterday…but is returning today."

"Oh yes…Daven. This Maase sounds like a pleasant fellow, setting a trap on his dresser. Did he think someone would steal his underwear?" Gannt's amber eyes gleamed.

Qui-Gon stood as he smiled. "I'm not sure you have enough to do. Please let me know of any developments."

"Of course…if I can find time in my busy schedule."

"Dangerous this is," Yoda declared. "Like it I do not."

"I agree Yoda," Mace Windu answered. "But we've already had that talk. Jedi have to expect to be placed in danger."

"Yes, Jedi knights. A padawan Myla is."

"But…we decided that the AAM would probably be more interested in young people. Young people are more impressionable and there are fewer ties to hold them such as family and job. And…Myla is a Klastarian. Whoever is in charge of the Coruscant AAM chapter must certainly be familiar with Ruka. If Myla shows up there with an angry attitude over how she has been treated because of her resemblance to him, they may see her as a great propaganda item for them…especially when they find out she is Force sensitive." Windu sat forward. "We do not have a long time to infiltrate and dig out information, Yoda. We must act quickly. And we do not want to strand someone in this potentially dangerous environment for a long time. You know of Myla's enhanced empathy. That tremendous talent of hers will allow her to learn more information than another padawan would be able to in the same time. She will gain it more quickly and more completely. She would not have to be there long."

"Hmm…true that is but so young she is. Too young."

"I know you are concerned. I am also. However, if we are that worried over harm to her, we may as well shut her into the temple…and all padawans. She has reached the age where she is permitted to accompany a master on dangerous missions. This will be no different. Well…except that her master will not be with her."

"With her who will you send?"

"I was considering Harld. We are sending Myla as just a malcontent who happens to be a Force user. I was thinking of setting Harld up as a reject from the temple." Mace's dark eyes gleamed but he tried not to seem amused. "His story will be that he had a very strict master. He was not able to please his master who had him dismissed. So, the former padawan would have plenty of reason to hold a grudge against the Jedi. Myla won't be alone. Harld is a good apprentice. He can make her acquaintance after they are on Answar and he can look after her."

The little green Jedi put a finger to his lips and closed his eyes. He was silent for a long time. Then slowly his eyes opened partially. "Agree I do. Send them to join the AAM."

Yalla stood with his long thin blue arms folded over his chest. He scowled at the man who stood before him, head hanging. The doctor was tempted to crush his throat and be rid of the fool. However, he may still have need of him. Yalla still wasn't certain he had found out all the man knew.

"So, Maase, you fled like a coward…and came straight here."

"Oh…no, I would never do that! I didn't come straight to Answar. I made two intermediary stops at other planets…and traded ships. I was careful."

"You were my ears. How dare you leave like that?"

"But…but…that security officer. I told you what she asked me. She knew about me. I know she would have had me arrested if I had stayed. What was I supposed to do?" he whined.

"You were supposed to stay put, hide yourself and contact me! I could have hidden you…or moved you. But you would still be on Coruscant where you would be useful. Do you think you are my only connection in the government? You would have been safe…if you had but used your poor excuse for brains."

Maase looked down again. He didn't dare speak. Now he wished he had disappeared…maybe gone to the Outer Rim instead of coming here. He was afraid of the creature and had no idea if Yalla was about to kill him. The doctor had just suggested that he was no longer useful.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. I need to know what you know."

"I know that the security force is investigating you. What for specifically I don't know. But…she did question me about being on your payroll while I was also on the grant committee. As I told you, the Jedi are involved in this as well."

Yalla walked close and looked down on Maase. "But you didn't bother to stay long enough to find out why…or what they already knew of me."

"They were going to arrest me, I just know it."

"And you would have been bailed out and hidden. You seemed to have failed your test of loyalty." He was quiet for a moment. The blue creature could feel the tension and fear in his patsy. That would keep him in line…until he decided if the weak man was worth keeping around. Yalla turned his back on Maase and walked away. "I, on the other hand, have a great deal of knowledge. I know that your office and apartment are being searched…by the Jedi. The computer has been removed from your office." The tall being turned to face Maase. His look was menacing. "Is there anything they might find that you need to tell me about?"

The man seemed to shrink in size as he drew back. His mind raced as he tried to remember everything he had saved. "I have the information you gave me on there. I…I…have a couple of things on a senator that I was able to find out. It's all encoded," he added quickly as he stepped backward. "I used the cryptography program you gave me. They shouldn't find out anything."

"The Jedi aren't stupid. I'm sure they have someone working on breaking that right now. You're a fool."

"But…but…I have to keep records. I have to have something to hold over other's heads."

"Yes…but to keep it on your computer where it can be so easily found…"

"It isn't all on my computer," Maase was quick to add. "Some of it was hidden. Well hidden…and set with a trap," he grinned.

Yalla stared at him coldly. This attempt to look better only irritated the creature further. He would have to find out more about what was going on…and then make a decision about Maase…

"Go." The man turned and hurried out. Yalla clasped his hands behind his back and paced the room slowly for a minute.

"Dr. Yalla," an overhead speaker announced.

"Yes Protector."

"What will you do with Maase? He seems to be a weakness in our security."

The blue creature smiled. "Do not concern yourself Protector. I understand your apprehension…and security is your job. However, I have never trusted Maase. I could read him. He's weak. How else do you think I was able to corrupt him so easily? So…I have taken the necessary steps to protect myself…ourselves. I have my own traps planted…secrets and false leads. The Jedi have no idea what they are really up against…and will know little more…likely nothing more from their efforts against Maase. You see to our security here…and I will see to it off planet."

"Of course Dr. Yalla. I am the Protector."

"Yes…and a good protector." His lips curled into a malicious grin. A so easily manipulated protector. But…alas, I don't entirely trust you either my dear Shonnel. I still have a layer of protection between you and I, Protector.

"Now…we must be careful young one. Trust nothing. Be wary of your own shadow," Jareel said as he stood poised to open the door to Maase's apartment. "We will search separately. However, if we find many more traps we may stay together so we can watch after one another. I told you this would not be like Charon…and it will not be."

"I'm sure we will be fine Master," Daven said in an effort to help his master feel less guilty over what happened with the hidden blade. "We now understand better what we are up against."

Jareel smiled a little…to encourage himself as much as his apprentice. Carefully he opened the door and the two entered.

"I'm going to have a look at this computer. Gannt wants us to bring it back to the temple…but I thought I'd see if it's worth the trouble. If all Maase does is play games on it…I won't waste everyone's time," he grinned.

"I'm going to have another look in the bedroom. I'll be careful," he said before Jareel could.

The big man sat at the desk and pressed a button to turn the power on. At once he sensed something that made him dive for the floor. He heard a dull thud and looked up to see a shiny serrated blade sticking out of the wall next to the desk.

"By the Force," he swore as he came to a sitting position.

"Master…." Daven's head appeared from around a corner. Seeing the big Jedi in the floor, he rushed forward. "What happened? Are you all right?"

"Yes…fine." He pointed to the wall.

"That's what I heard. Did it get you?"

"No. It didn't." Jareel stood and looked around the apartment. "That happened when I turned the computer on. I know I keep saying it…but be careful."

"Yes Master," Daven said somewhat doubtfully.

"I'm fine young one. Go on now. I'd like to finish up and get out of this hellhole."

The apprentice turned slowly and walked back to the bedroom.

Well…if he has a trap for his computer, there must be something on there worth seeing. I don't think I'll bother looking any further. I'll just get it ready to take to the temple. I'd better be careful moving it!

"Qui-Gon, Farhe did it. He broke the code," Gannt announced. "But…I think you should come back and see what we've turned up."

"Your voice sounds grave. I'll be there as soon as I can." Qui-Gon replaced his comlink to his belt. "Obi-Wan, let's go. We need to return to the temple."

The two Jedi hurried into the lab. Gannt was waiting. "Over here," he waved. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked quickly over. "I think you should sit down." He indicated two chairs that seemed to have been placed just for this occasion.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Qui-Gon said somberly.

"I do too," Gannt replied. "I thought that you might like a copy of what we found. So…why don't we just look at this print out." The pale green Jedi spread it on the desktop. "Maase has some very damaging information on a couple of senators. Look at this," he pointed.

The elder Jedi pulled the data to him and looked over the translation. Obi-Wan pulled his chair closer so he could see also. Qui-Gon's brow furrowed and he looked back over what he'd just read. "I can't believe it."

"Who is Senator Salim-oon?" Obi-Wan asked.

Qui-Gon skipped the basic information about the legislator and got straight to the main point. "He is a good friend of Chancellor Valorum's."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened. He considered while Qui-Gon looked back at the information before him. "Do you think that…this is why he is friends with the chancellor?"

"I find it hard to believe this is true Obi-Wan. Not only because of that friendship…but also because he has provided…sensitive information to Valorum. Yet…it seems as though Maase has documented this well."

"But…couldn't he try to be cooperative to win the supreme chancellor's trust?"

"That seems to be what he did." Qui-Gon turned back to Gannt. "Is there anything else…that might corroborate this?" He sighed. "If I have to take this to the chancellor, I want to make sure I understand it well."

"Have a look at all we have done Qui-Gon," Gannt said. "You've only seen a part of it."

Myla was somewhat nervous she had to admit. Master Beson had informed her of the council's decision and discussed it with her. Then she had spent time in meditation to prepare herself for this. She had felt calm and confident at the time. It wasn't her doubt in the Force to lead her or protect her that was bothering her. Myla still had not entirely gotten over the years of teasing about being "another Ruka"…and that scar on her self-confidence was the reason for her unease.

"You will do well my padawan," Master Beson assured the teal Klastarian. "Trust in the Force, not yourself."

"Yes Master," she forced a smile. "I will do what I must do." She turned and walked away from her master. He waited a short distance from the AAM meeting place. Myla walked without hurrying and tried to keep her focus off herself and on the Force. She also felt waves of comfort coming to her along her link with Master Beson. The padawan was beginning to feel better. She squared her shoulders and walked in.

A group stood loosely around the room. A muted sound of conversation drifted through the air. At her entrance, however, most of them looked up. An average height forty-something looking man approached her, a smile on his face. "Hello. Are you interested in joining the AAM? You are a bit young, aren't you?"

"I want to join," Myla insisted. "I've heard of you. I know other people think you are strange for dressing like Jedi and doing what you do. I thought since your group is like…well, misfits…I might find friends here. And…I think I have some Force sensitivity. It seems sometimes like I can kind of feel things from people."

"Really? Well, it isn't a necessity to be a Force user to join…but I'm sure it will help you." Now I need to find out just how must power you have. You are young enough to probably easily manipulate. Misfit? I'll bet I know why. "Please come and let me introduce you to our group."

The Jedi master found this a test of patience. He was up to it however…for the most part. It was a long wait. He didn't know if that was good or bad. Much later, he saw his padawan hurrying toward him.

"Master," she called breathlessly. "It worked. They've accepted me. The reason why it took so long is that Hannern, the chapter leader, asked me to stay after the meeting." She smiled. "He was trying to be subtle…but I know what he was doing. He was testing my Force ability. Hannern asked me if I could come back tomorrow night for a special meeting. He said I would start learning saber dueling then."

"You didn't give your true ability away, did you?" he inquired.

"Oh no. I was careful. I remembered what you said…that if they found out my true power they might guess I was really a Jedi. I deliberately made some mistakes so he wouldn't suspect."

"Good! You have done well. You will come tomorrow night. Let's get back to the temple." He began walking toward a speeder parked further away and Myla followed.

"Master, Hannern asked me if I knew anyone else who might want to join. I didn't answer. But…I was wondering if maybe this might be a good time for Harld…"

"Myla we must proceed slowly. Right now we'd rather it look as if you two don't know each other. If when you get to Answar, you find it necessary to use your full ability or if you are discovered, then the other would be suspect at once. It will better if Harld comes on his own."

"Yes Master."

Jareel and Daven were on their way to breakfast when the big Jedi spotted the very person he had been looking for…Leish. He grinned and then said to Daven, "I have something I have to discuss with Master Leish. It should only take a minute. You go on and I'll be along shortly."

"Yes Master." Daven left without question.

"Master Leish," the blonde man bowed low.

"Master Jareel," Leish bowed.

"I…ah, heard that Harld has been given a special assignment."

"Yes," the green humanoid said in pride. "Of all the padawans that could have been selected, they chose my Harld." He was beaming.

Jareel tried not to grin. "I just wanted to make sure he would be able to do this."

"What do you mean?" Leish said in puzzlement.

"His cover story…that he had a too strict master that he couldn't satisfy. Is he going to be able to say that with a straight face?" the big man said in innocence.

Leish crossed his arms over his chest. "Just what are you implying?"

"Nothing…nothing at all. I was merely concerned that Harld be convincing. We all know who the strict masters are around here…"

"Like me? Is that what you are really implying? That the council chose him only because they thought he could give a convincing story?" he huffed indignantly.

Jareel held his hands up in surrender. "I never said that at all. But…you are so quick to jump to that conclusion. I suppose you know yourself better than we do."

"Jareel…"

But the big Jedi interrupted him. "I'm sure Harld will be most convincing. May the Force be with you." He bowed and hurried away.

"Just a minute," Leish called after him…but the blonde Jedi kept going and tried not to laugh aloud.

The next day Qui-Gon camped out in Valorum's anteroom. It was imperative that he speak with the chancellor as soon as he was able to. The Jedi realized it may be a long wait…but this was important. He left Obi-Wan at the temple with Jareel and Daven to meet with Gannt. The head of the investigative lab was going to present the rest of the translations to the three Jedi. And Jareel needed to deliver Maase's home computer to Gannt. This way only one Jedi would spend the day waiting while the other three could continue their work.

Valorum saw Qui-Gon early. How could he miss the tall man decked out in Jedi dress? Finis had come over to greet him in the minute he had between meetings. The look on Qui-Gon's face disturbed him. Knowing his moment with Valorum was very limited, the Jedi had said, "I have something dire to show you. For now…don't trust anyone." The chancellor knew his friend was not given to idle warnings or jests about such matters. He nodded and hurried to his appointment.

Each time Valorum would pass through, he would glance at the Jedi, as if looking for another piece of information. And each time he would ask Myar, his secretary, the same question, "Any changes to my schedule?" Each time she answered in the negative, Qui-Gon could feel frustration course through the prefect.

Assured by Myar that the supreme chancellor would be gone until after lunch, the Jedi had hurried to the cafeteria for a quick lunch. As he practically ran back to Valorum's office, in order to be available if a change should occur suddenly, he heard a voice.

"Qui-Gon, where are you going?"

He turned to see Valorum hurrying down the corridor, followed by guards and aides.

"Back to your office. Any chance of speaking with you today?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes. Now. I unloaded this conference on one of my deputies. I want to know what you know."

The group walked in relative silence to the chancellor's office. The aides knew something was wrong because of the way Valorum was acting…and how he had worked so hard to get out of attending the conference. They tried to follow into the anteroom, but the head of state didn't want them nosing around. He stopped at the door to his office.

"I'll not need you until later. Myar will let you know. Thank you." Then he pushed the door open, allowing Qui-Gon to precede him. Valorum shut the door quickly and decisively in their faces. As they crossed the anteroom, the prefect said without looking, "Myar, no calls unless the galaxy is about to explode."

With the door closed, Valorum fell into his chair. "What is it?" he said without preamble.

"Finis…I have something to show you which…you are going to find hard to believe." The Jedi opened the small case he'd been carrying and pulled out the decoded files Gannt had printed for him. Valorum came closer. "This is what we got from Maase's computer. It indicates…scandal and…betrayal in the senate."

Valorum's face hardened. "Who?"

"Senator Salim-oon."

"What? Are you crazy? Sal? I don't believe it. What are you accusing him of?"

"It's not I who is the accuser," Qui-Gon said quietly as he looked over his information. "Look at this. We know Maase was connected with Yalla. Here is a list of documents that Senator Salim-oon gave to him…to pass on to Yalla. Sensitive information about trade negotiations and mediations in another sector of the galaxy. Anyone with this would have known both sides of the negotiations and what offers were being drawn up. They could have tipped the senate's hand to the other side with this. What exactly Yalla planned to do with this…we don't know. And we don't know if this has been leaked to the planets involved or not. It is…odd that they are so slow to come back to the negotiation table."

Valorum stood and walked away. "I refuse to believe that Qui-Gon. I have known Sal for a long time. He wouldn't do this. He's one of the cleanest senators on Coruscant. I know what I am talking about."

"I'm sorry, Finis. I truly am. I knew it would be hard on you. There's much more here. Illegal deals with other senators. One of which benefited Yalla…or Nurala when he purchased Answar. The whole deal was fixed so it would go through easier. The regular channels were bypassed…and the titles, licenses and so forth were completely illegal. There's even an indication that he helped Maase get the position on the grant committee on Charon…the one that was awarding grants to Yalla."

The tall grey haired statesman had his arms folded over his chest and was rapidly pacing as Qui-Gon summarized his findings. He had not interrupted…but his mind was racing. When the knight was silent, Valorum stopped and glared at him.

"It's all lies. I don't care what proof you claim to have. I'm certain that if you looked deeply enough you'd find enough to prove all that is…rubbish," he spat out.

Qui-Gon wasn't certain if he'd even see his friend this livid before. He knew it wouldn't be easy for him to hear…but he hadn't quite expected such a reaction.

Valorum wouldn't have predicted such a reaction either. He realized how strongly he was coming across. He didn't say anything else but just went to stare out the window to analyze this.

Sal would never do this. I know him! He's been a friend. I've shared confidential information with him and he with me. We've tried to encourage each other in this dirty legislature. He wouldn't…would he? How could he betray me? But you don't think he did…or do you? Is that it? You're angry because you think you were so easily taken in by a very smooth talker. Or…you can't make up your mind.

I thought Sal was different. What all have I told him? What did he do with it? Is that why some of the things I have fought so hard for fell through so easily…and I was completely surprised? I have suspected before that there is a leak in my office. Maybe it's not the office. It's me. I've been hanging myself and he was giving me the rope! And I couldn't see it! Oh…Finis…you have congratulated yourself for so long on how you could handle these oily politicians. They can't use you. You are too smart to be caught in their traps. Well…here's one who seems to have finally outwitted you. You became too clever and too proud.

Qui-Gon studied the chancellor…but remained quiet. He understood this was a shock and that Finis would need time for the reality of it to sink it. That's why he said no more. He would grant Valorum the time he needed…and be here for his friend. The knight used the quiet time to center and calm himself. If he hoped to be of help, he would have to be at peace. The master drew in deep breaths and pulled on the Force. He was certain after Finis saw everything he had to show him and thought this through, then he would see the truth. It just may take time for him to get used to it.

After some long quiet minutes, the chancellor turned to face the Jedi. His face was calmer now. The stormy blue eyes had lightened. Slowly Valorum clasped his hands behind his back and then spoke. "You are certain of what you have before you. I am certain of what I have seen and experienced in the past. And…there is one other reason I don't believe it. Your information is from Maase's own records. He's a crook. I don't believe him. That's probably blackmail material there. Probably something he was going to try to use against Sal." He walked over, rested his hands on the tabletop and leaned toward Qui-Gon. "You always talk about trusting your feelings. Well…I trust mine in this matter. Sal is innocent."

Now how do you answer that Qui-Gon? If you try to explain to him about trusting your feelings because they are guided by the Force…but his aren't…well, you know where that will lead. You can not hope to convince him right now. His emotions are too high. It's best to leave it alone for the moment instead of risking further alienation.

"I'm sorry to have upset you, Finis. I was merely trying to present to you what I thought was our best effort at trying to find out more about Maase and Yalla. I will leave this for you to look over. If you have any questions…or just want to talk…"

"Please go Qui-Gon. I need to think. I need the time alone."

The Jedi stood and bowed to his friend and leader. He left without another word. Valorum turned back to the window and stared out.

No…it's not true. I'm sure of it. It can't be. This is another of Yalla's ploys. He's trying to cause me not to trust one of the few senators I do trust. This is just more of his attempt to undermine the Republic…by fomenting distrust and disrupting not only relationships…but lines of communication…and working alliances that have been carefully forged. I know that's the truth…I know it.

Fine…go ahead and play your games Yalla. You just give me more reason to nail you to the wall. If I had any doubts before about my plan, they just went out the window. Yalla plays dirty even by dirty rules. Fine. I can use that strategy also. As a matter of fact…I think I will review my idea to make sure it's a tight plan so he can't slip through. Yes…you have just given me new reason to fight you…to get you!

Qui-Gon walked slowly into the study room. Jareel, Daven and Obi-Wan had been engaged in spirited conversation over what they had spread before them. The entrance of the subdued Jedi…and his mood drew their attention.

"Qui-Gon?" Jareel said.

"Well…how do you think he took it? A friend has been accused of serious violations of the law…and trust."

"And you had to be the messenger."

"It was best that way. It was hard enough to hear from a friend. Can you imagine if he heard it from a stranger…or through rumors and gossip? But…that's a job done. What have you got here?"

"Seems Mr. Maase had his own little business going as well as whatever he was doing for Yalla. He was careful to keep the two separated. What we found in his apartment is not a repetition of what was in his office…and there were two codes."

Qui-Gon leaned over to look at what the big man was pointing to. "Hmm…taking bribes…from several sources. Is there a relationship?"

"Not that is obvious to us yet. That's one of the things we were considering. Perhaps he is merely greedy."

"Perhaps. And…it is just an assumption that this is separate from Yalla's business."

"Yes, that's true. However, it seems reasonable. And we can find nothing in his records to tie the two together."

"Hmm…I wonder if Yalla knows about this?"

"Here…pull up a chair. There's enough to go around. We have enough information to keep us asking questions for…a long time."

"We need some help to consolidate and coordinate this."

"Master," Obi-Wan spoke up. "What about Satay?"

"Ariel?" his brow furrowed. "Why her?"

"Well…she can help us on some of this. She already has such an extensive file on Maase and Yalla. I just thought that she might be able to see patterns in this or recognize something that we wouldn't because she is so much more familiar with them and their method of operation." He shrugged. "She may even know something about these senators. After all, she is assigned to the senate district. If there is something illegal going on, she may know something of it."

"Hmm…. It's an idea. I'll consider it. I may have to take you up on it however. I've already lost this day…and I'll lose some time tomorrow."

"Why is that?" Jareel asked.

"Oh…it's this Jedi exhibit that's opening tomorrow night. It was originally planned to be a simple affair. A representative of the Jedi and a deputy to the chancellor were going to open it. For some reason, those plans have changed…drastically. Chancellor Valorum is going to attend, as is the entire council. Certain Jedi have been invited. I am one of those…"

"Because of your canvas that has been included?" Jareel asked with a proud smile.

Modestly the elder Jedi answered, "Yes. However, I am also going to be required to participate in some of the pre-opening activities. That will take me away tomorrow afternoon…and into the night. I tried to beg off." He considered as he gently pulled at the hair on his chin. "It's very odd. This investigation has been given a very high priority. Yet, I am being pulled away from it for something as minor as an exhibit opening."

"That is odd," Jareel agreed. "And you were given no explanation?"

"No. I have been given no answers about the entire thing. I tried to find out what elevated this to such a high status suddenly…and it's as if no one is listening when I ask. I have just come to accept that it is one of those political 'things', as the chancellor likes to put it. At any rate, all this activity is interfering with my ability to contribute to this. We may need to ask for help. There is still much ground we have to cover. This information is a small part of what we have to go through." The Jedi master rested his chin in his hand as he thought. "Tomorrow Obi-Wan and I will go to the security office to speak with Chief Harlo to see if he thinks they can help…or if it is appropriate to ask their help." He looked at Obi-Wan. "I'm proud of you, Padawan, that you can put your differences with Satay behind you and recognize her abilities."

Obi-Wan smiled…and then a quick blush colored his cheeks as he remembered what his master had thought of he and the security officer.

Valorum was on the way back to his office. He'd just left his last meeting for the day and wanted to escape quickly before anyone could drag him into any unofficial meetings in the hallway.

"Finis!"

The tall man stopped and turned. Hurrying toward him was a large instectoid, Senator Salim-oon. Valorum quickly blocked the thoughts that tried to come forward. He was certain of his friend.

"Sal, how are you?"

"Quite tired, Finis. A long day."

"Yes…for me too."

"I was most curious…about this exhibit that's coming up. This is a major change in plans…and in such a short time. What's behind this?"

"Oh…it was just one of those things, Sal. I can't keep up with every event going on. I would have liked this to be given its proper place from the beginning…but you know the Jedi. They wanted it simple. I only found out the details of the opening recently. I know it's a major shake up…literally to many people's plans, but I think the exhibit is important." OK…so I colored the truth. Even though I trust you, I can't tell you the truth. You wouldn't approve…and would try to get me to see things your way. You'll understand later.

Finis…I know you too well. You are upset. I can read it on your face as easily as if it were written there. "Oh…I agree that it is an important event, still…this is quite a change of direction so quickly. Are you sure the politicians can stand it? It might upset the dirty plans they've been so carefully laying. Now they have to stop and come play nice guy toward the supreme chancellor."

Valorum forced a grin. "So much the better. If it has interfered in someone's under the table dealing, then I'm glad I did it."

"How about the Jedi council? How do they feel about it? Haven't they tried to change your mind…keep it simple?"

Valorum studied the insect-looking face before he answered. "Sometimes I do things without asking permission," he said slowly.

Sal's antennae twitched. That was a sign of unease…but he didn't know if Valorum knew that. "I wasn't suggesting that you needed permission, Finis. I know you do sudden, unexpected things. That doesn't surprise me. But I also know you do them for a reason."

"Well…all reasons aren't always secret and mystic. Some reasons are simple…and some reasons are…just impulse…without ulterior motive."

"Yes, of course, Finis. I know that as well." You are taking this questioning rather personally, aren't you? Whatever your reason…it is not simple or impulsive. Something is driving this…and you aren't going to even hint at it…not even to me. "Very well. Just thought I'd chat with you about it. You're a man of surprises…and I thought maybe you had one up your sleeve this time."

Perhaps you know me too well. Or…am I loosing my edge of hiding myself? "I think you just don't have enough to do, Sal," Valorum tried to lighten the atmosphere. "So you are trying to invent intrigue…or trouble. It's true I do get pleasure out of shaking up the senators now and again, but not everything I do is designed for that. I just wanted to party," he smiled.

"Ah yes…the other side of Finis Valorum. The side you never matured out of. Now I understand. I knew there was an ulterior motive. You weren't invited…so you're going to crash the party. That will shake up the senators."

"But they know I'm coming."

"Not all, Finis. You forget how many of them don't read their mail unless it is urgent. And…I imagine some aides or secretaries probably filched an invitation or two from their boss. Mail gets lost sometimes they will say."

The chancellor grinned wickedly. "I hope so. It would be more fun with a few of those pretty secretaries than their stuffy old bosses."

Sal slapped his friend on the back. "Now…that is the Valorum I'm more used to. Yes…it will be a fun affair now. I'll be there more willingly now."

"Good. Looking forward to it. See you there tomorrow night." The executive turned and started down the corridor.

"Wouldn't miss it," Sal said absently as he watched the tall man walk away.

"Myla, I'm quite impressed with you," Hannern said to the young Klastarian. "You are a very quick learner. I do believe you are Force sensitive. How about a break? You've been at it for a bit. Come sit down and talk to me for a moment." She followed the man to a bench and sat next to him.

"You…ah…mentioned that you'd been mistreated. Do you mind my asking about that?"

"No," she tried to put on the proper show. In frustration and anger she huffed, "Look at me. What do I look like to you? I know what everyone else thinks. They call me Ruka."

"That must be hard."

"Yes. It is. I thought…maybe I might be more accepted be a group that knows what it's like to be judged."

"Yes…I think our group will accept you. You are right. We are treated as if we are strange. That's why we stick closely together. But…is there more to your interest? You are actually interested in the group and its activities themselves, aren't you?"

"Oh yes…of course! I really enjoy the sparring I've done tonight."

"Then you would be willing to…maybe work harder? Train more?"

"Yes. Do you think I'm that good?"

"Yes. I would like for you to continue to come to our special meetings…can you do that?"

"Oh yes," Myla answered quickly. "I would love to."

"Good," he smiled. Good. Another disciple. She seems very naïve. I think we can use her nicely….

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were at the security office early the next morning. Chief Harlo greeted them warmly as he always did. It was one of the things that Qui-Gon liked about the man. He was always the same. Good day, bad day. It didn't matter. Harlo was always Harlo.

"So…are you two still sticking your noses into something you're not supposed to be working?" the chief asking without smiling.

Qui-Gon tried not to smile. "Actually…we have been assigned to what we are doing. It is related to the Yalla case…but removed enough to keep us honest."

"Oh…using that Jedi power to get the case you want?" Now he grinned. "What is it I can do for you?"

"Well, I'm not entirely certain at the moment. That's why I wanted to talk. I'll show you what we have and are doing."

Qui-Gon was beginning to lose count of the times that he'd had to summarize findings about Yalla. It was beginning to be a major part of what his job was. He removed from his case a copy of the distilled information that had been extracted from Maase's records. Quickly but effectively, the Jedi presented the data to the security chief. He listened with pursed lips and narrowed eyes.

"So…this is getting bigger all the time. Now we are pulling senators into this."

"Yes. That's not entirely surprising however. We can't have expected Yalla to plant someone in their midst without trying to pull them to his side."

"Of course. It's just that this is the first evidence I've seen of their involvement."

"Ah…I suppose I should warn you before you find out the hard way. Senator Salim-oon is a friend of Chancellor Valorum's. And the chancellor thinks he is innocent."

"Not surprising. So you are wanting us to fold this into what we are doing to see how it fits and if it helps either of us?"

"Exactly. I knew you'd probably get to it before I could ask."

Harlo grinned. "And I did that without the Force. Actually, I think it would be a good idea to have all the information even remotely related to Yalla together. It would be easier to see associations, tie up loose ends, as well as know where we still have holes. So…you willing to work with Ariel?"

"Actually Obi-Wan will be. I'm going to be…engaged today. I think that if we have a security officer and a Jedi working together it will benefit us both. We can bring all our information together…and we will both be in on what is learned of it."

"I agree with you. It doesn't matter how many people are investigating…but we need to bring all the data together in one place. All right. Let me get Ariel down here."

Satay had been called in and apprised of the situation and the new information. She seemed quite anxious to have it in her hands. This had become a quest for the security officer. She was even willing to work with a Jedi if it meant adding to what she already had.

"I must go now Obi-Wan. I'll leave you two to your task. You can update me tomorrow," he said to Obi-Wan as he turned to leave.

As they walked to Satay's cubicle, Obi-Wan was trying to think of a way to say what was on his mind without either sounding maudlin or patronizing. Finally, as they made the turn into her little office, the apprentice decided to just say it.

"Satay…I wanted to say…I think you did a great job on your investigation. It was a nice piece of work…and helped us pinpoint Yalla. I'm sorry that I treated you like you didn't know your job."

She studied Obi-Wan a moment as if she were trying to determine if he were in earnest or not. "Thanks, I appreciate it. That means a lot. You know…I'm really not such a short-tempered workaholic jerk. I've even been known to buy lunch for someone. Hmm…guess today's not a good day for that. But…how about supper?"

"I appreciate the gesture…but it's not necessary," he answered quietly.

"What's the matter?" she teased. "You afraid to let a mere woman buy your supper? I'm not making a pass at you."

Obi-Wan's cheeks flushed and he swiped at his face to try to hide it. That probably would not have happened…if not for the misunderstanding with his master about Satay. "No…of course not." He looked up and saw the taunting look on her face. "All right. I'll take you up on it. Master Qui-Gon is going to that exhibit opening tonight. I'll be free."

"Good. I've got a place in mind just for you, Gui's. It's a favorite hang out for security types, computer jockeys, information handlers. You'll fit right in."

"Thanks…I think."

Qui-Gon stepped out of the refresher and toweled off. He was not looking forward to this. If he could have foreseen this, then he would not have donated his canvas to the art exhibit. The lucky ones were the Jedi whose work was being displayed posthumously. They could share what they had done, but without the headache of being on display themselves. That decided it for him. The next time anyone told him how good one of his works was, he was going to stash it in his closet. When he passed into the Force and someone came along to clean out the closet, then if it was still judged good, fine. It could be displayed and enjoyed…without his being subjected to this.

The Jedi master rebuked himself for his attitude as he dressed in his crisp clean clothes that had just been brought by before he showered. He should be honored to be included rather than annoyed at a little attention and reception. Qui-Gon pushed it all from his mind.

He usually allowed his long brown-grey hair to dry on its own. However, he knew that showing up with still damp hair would be unacceptable so he quickly dried it and then tied it back as he usually wore it. He smoothed his beard and checked his final appearance. He pronounced it satisfactory and got ready to leave the temple. He had to attend a dinner with the chancellor, the council and other Jedi who had works to be displayed. Then it would be on to the museum for a media event and then the opening.

"Well…I think we've done enough damage for one day," Satay said as she stood and stretched. "A day bent over the desk or computer is murder. I'm probably going to be one of those little old hunched over ladies when I'm old." Obi-Wan grinned at the image that formed in his head. "What's so funny, Jedi boy? You're probably going to be hobbling around with a cane and grey hair in your braid."

"I won't have my braid when I'm old. It comes off when I achieve knighthood."

"Oh…are you sure you won't have it when you're old?" she responded and walked out before the startled padawan could answer. "Come on. We want to get there before the fun starts. It's going to be a long trip on mass transit. You've got to meet the regulars."

The dinner was not such a terrible ordeal Qui-Gon had to admit. The only political types who were there were a couple of aides to Valorum. He had not invited any senators. The chancellor wanted to keep it small and simple. The only odd thing was that Valorum and certain members of the council almost seemed to be removed from the others in the room. The normally gregarious Finis Valorum was reserving his time and attention for an exclusive group. Qui-Gon tried to ignore it…but it was just too different for his friend. The knight knew better than to pry…still he tried to see what he could passively sense from the councilors. They were keeping themselves too well shielded however and he could sense nothing from them. Perhaps they were just discussing something sensitive…like the Yalla investigation. He put the thought away and engaged some of his fellow Jedi in conversation.

The group then traveled in a caravan to the art museum. Guests were already arriving even though the opening was still some time off. The media were giving the event plenty of attention and reporters were jockeying for position to capture forever the images of who came with whom and reminding everyone of who didn't come.

This was the part that Qui-Gon had dreaded the most. His few encounters with media types were not good ones. Their questions were always loaded, yet they would not allow you to explain an answer. They pressed for a yes or no to a complex question that was certain to give the wrong impression if you gave a one word answer. And they were always bold. They didn't mind asking inappropriate questions or posing people for pictures…without asking permission to touch first.

Focus Qui-Gon. Think on the benefit the exhibit will be. Don't allow this to steal your focus.

"You do this very much?" Obi-Wan asked. "It seems like an awful long trip."

"It was easier when I had a speeder," Satay grumbled. "This trip is hell on the public transport. I don't go to Gui's as much as I used to…unless someone offers me a ride."

"So…why don't you get a new speeder?"

"Funny. Do you know what a security officer makes? I'm looking at some used ones right now. I have to find one that actually runs. You wouldn't believe what those used speeder dealers are trying to sell."

"You mean they actually are selling vehicles that don't work? Isn't that illegal?"

The security officer gave him an unbelieving look. "You don't get out of the temple much, do you?"

"Oh, I know that kind of thing goes on, but I thought that was maybe somewhere in the Outer Rim. After all, this is the capital of the Republic."

Satay shook her head. "I can see I have a lot to teach you. What exactly do they teach you in that temple?"

The invited guests were milling about in the atrium of the museum while the media event took place in the exhibit hall with the Jedi, the chancellor, and the handful of people he had asked to accompany him.

Senator Pirgrit Maird stood leaning on one of the trees and watching the activity in the hall. It really galled him to see this. The Jedi and the chancellor. They were always sticking together and taking up for each other. If there were another view in the galaxy other than theirs, no one would know it because they would quash it. There was only one reason he was here. Maird knew his idea might backfire…and he would probably have to leave Coruscant. But…he had thought long and hard about this. Since he found out at whose hands his son had died, that's all the senator could think of. It had become an obsession with him. Maird couldn't stand the torture any longer. He had to do something…no matter how desperate. He finally broke off his stare at the exhibit hall and looked down at the rushing water. Tonight…tonight…

"This is just marvelous," Allia gushed to a senator she had cornered. "Have you ever seen any Jedi art before?"

"Uh…no, Lady Lyg'tren. I have not," the uncomfortable man mumbled. He really wasn't acquainted with Allia…but knew well her reputation. He was desperately trying to find a way to get away from her, but she didn't seem to notice. Just as she didn't seem to notice her very big escort.

Herrin Pel was the tallest person in the atrium and he was taking advantage of his overview. Pel had received his orders directly from Tylo once the young man had found out about this gala. It was perfect. Everyone that Tylo had a grudge against was here. Even Kura. The big bodyguard was to keep an eye on Allia…and her alliances, but he also had received some extra instructions. Pel truly did like Lady Lyg'tren, but he had trouble tolerating her prattling when she was excited like this. He was glad she had someone else to talk to. Not only could he shut her out, it also distracted her from what he was doing. He glanced at the chrono on his wrist. Patience was not his forte.

"This is it," Satay said as she exited the rail car. Obi-Wan was just behind as she trotted up the stairs and out onto the street. The apprentice looked around.

"Where is it? I thought you said this was the stop."

"It is. We walk now."

"Walk? Satay, do you know how long we've been riding?"

"Yes…I know it better than you do. It's not that far. I thought you Jedi were supposed to be in prime physical condition. Is this wearing you out?"

"Of course not. I'm…just hungry."

Satay tried not to laugh. "Oh…one of those. Grumpy until you get your evening meal. I can picture it now. Kenobi comes home from a hard day of saving the galaxy and the first thing he does is throw open the door and say, 'What's for dinner?'"

Obi-Wan's cheeks flushed. "Yeah? I can see you doing the same thing to your husband…after he's been cleaning and cooking all day."

The petite woman stopped and gave the apprentice a dirty look. He was trying hard not to grin. "Be a good boy and don't give Satay too much trouble after such a long day. I'm not always a jerk…but I can be." Obi-Wan started to reply but she cut him off. "Here we are." She pushed her way through a well-worn door. Obi-Wan followed.

It was just the kind of place he had imagined. An old dark combination pub-eatery. A thick cloud of smoke hung over one corner. Music sounded from some indeterminate place. A bar across one side of the large room was filled with chatting, drinking patrons. Only a few of the tables were occupied. At the sound of the screechy door, several heads turned.

"Hey, Satay!"

"How's it, Satay?"

"Found Yalla yet?"

"How about Harlo? He still calling you Ariel and watching over you?"

"Who's your boyfriend?"

The security officer actually blushed at the last comment. But she recovered quickly. "This is Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's the Jedi I've been working with. You know…the one I told you about," she said with a wink that the apprentice couldn't see.

"Oh really?" a husky young man stood and came to shake Obi-Wan's hand. "Name's Saren, security force. Good to meet you. You were the one stalking Satay? I'm surprised you're still in one piece."

"Well…she did pull a blaster on me," Obi-Wan replied as he shook the man's hand.

"I see. Congratulations then for surviving," he grinned.

Satay spoke up. "Don't be too hard on Kenobi. He's OK. You want to join us for supper?"

"Uh…no. I mean…I don't want to…"

"Saren! It's not like that. Acquaintances. Working relationship. Now shut your mouth and sit down. Anybody else?" she said to the men at the bar.

A middle-aged man came over and offered his hand to Obi-Wan. "Broan, security chief, next district. Haven't work with Jedi before. Good to meet you. Harlo says you're sharp…you and your master."

"Thanks. Glad to meet you."

A shorter thirty-something fair haired man stood waiting to greet the Jedi. "I'm security force too…but computer bound. Name's Rory."

The group sat at a table and called out their orders to the man behind the bar. Satay took the liberty of ordering for Obi-Wan. He didn't care. He just wanted to eat. The bartender passed the orders through a small window to the kitchen.

"Well," Saren began, "Now that you know where Yalla is, what are you going to do about it?" he looked at Satay.

"Hey, that's not my call. I just found him. He's too big for me to pull in on my own. This one's even bigger than Harlo. He's going up the ladder with it."

"If it were up to me…I'd load up the biggest cargo transport I could find with the best troops and the latest weapons. Bring along a few Jedi. Their magic might be helpful. We'd come up on the blind side of that moon and land so he couldn't see us. I know it would be a long hard trip around in that hostile environment…but a cargo ship could bring some armored troop carriers. We'd fan out, surround the place, and then wait."

The petite woman looked at him in confusion. "Wait?"

"Well…you said that there might be some innocents inside. Even if Yalla has stocked up, he has to run out of supplies at some point. Simple…we deny him those supplies. With that kind of force in place we could hold off any ships that try to land. Starve him out."

"What if he still refused to give up?" Obi-Wan said.

"Well…you'd have him either way. If he wants to go down starving," he shrugged. "That's his choice."

"But, stupid," Satay put in, "You'd still be risking the innocents. They'd starve too."

"I know…but desperate people do desperate things. When the people inside began to suffer…they probably wouldn't just stand by and do nothing. Our help might come from inside when they decide they've had enough of Yalla." Satay didn't reply. "What do you think, Kenobi?"

"It's an interesting idea. You are right that, being put in such a position, the ones inside the facility may mutiny…but they may not. We know nothing about what's inside there. He may have them under such tight control…" his voice died off as he thought of Jabbot.

"Hey…not the perfect plan…but no plan is. My idea is just as good as any. And…I wouldn't be surprised to see it be the one that is actually executed," he finished as he took a long swallow from his cold long-necked bottle.

The media event ended with most of the reporters shooed out. In order to allow the guests to enjoy the gala relatively undisturbed, but still allow reporters the chance to properly cover the event, a select small group was allowed to stay. The others waited in the atrium for interviews with whatever well-known face they could convince to talk.

The invited guests filed into the exhibit hall and at once, the air was filled with excited conversation as they got their first look at the Jedi art. There was much rustling of fabric as the ladies in long gowns pushed through the entrance. Several of the male escorts seemed to hold back as if their enthusiasm matched their gait. Styles and materials were as varied as the huge galaxy allowed. Many senators were dressed in styles traditional to their planets, to pay homage to their culture amidst the sea of diversity.

Music was piped in from an adjoining room where a small quartet played soft, almost hypnotic music. The quiet was shattered however. There was instantly an outcry both of appreciation and criticism as the guests got their first look at the exhibit.

A brown scaly female dressed in a gown that showed things it shouldn't show looked indifferent. "And…what is supposed to make this art so different?"

Her companion, a bright red multi-eyed creature replied, "It's Jedi," as if that explained everything.

A Wookie senator growled out his approval as his translator provided, "It's brilliant!"

The senator standing next to the big Wookie looked at his companion incredulously. "You're just saying that because they are Jedi. It's horrid!"

A rival senator heard that remark and jumped on the opportunity. He turned from the piece he was looking at and replied, "You just aren't able to get the full effect because you are as Force blind as a rock…while I'm sensitive and can feel and see more."

As the Wookie started to reply, a stick like creature standing nearby clucked his tongue and said to his female companion. "If they wanted this exhibit to be properly appreciated, the Jedi should have invited those properly trained in the arts instead of…these squabbling and ignorant delegates."

"Yes," the female stick huffed. "What was the chancellor thinking of? He must have some legislation he's pushing and wanted the chance to talk to the senators away from the senate."

"Can you believe their arrogance?" a tall broad orange furry female said as she pointed directly at the stick creatures with a sudden rustle of fabric. "Because they can slap paint on a canvas, they think they have some special knowledge others don't?"

Her husband quickly pulled his wife's pointing hand down and tried to sooth her feelings. "You know how things are on Coruscant, dear. It's all political…even the artists. Everyone has his or her own agenda. Come and let me get you a drink. Perhaps you would enjoy the paintings more if you were…relaxed." He pulled her into the adjoining room before she could reply.

On their way out, the two large creatures passed a Jedi who was trying to explain to a group of sulky senator's wives why they couldn't see everything that he represented in the painting.

"I was in communion with the Force when I painted it. There is an element that can be appreciated by non-Force users…but if you aren't very Force sensitive…you just can't feel everything."

"This is silly," one of them crowed. She had little comprehension of what the Force was. To her it was just an ancient religion. "You mean to tell me I have to subscribe to your beliefs just to see what you see?"

"No…it's not like that at all."

"Are you trying to tell us we are ignorant?" another piped up. "I didn't come here to be made a fool of…especially by a…a…magician."

"Yes!" the third one agreed. "It's a nice little painting…and that's all it is. You are trying to make us look foolish with this game you are playing. My husband will hear of this!" She huffed and turned with a rustle to stomp away. Her companions mimicked her and hurried away.

"Give me strength," the Jedi invoked the Force.

Manghum looked around nervously. The private investigator told himself he shouldn't be nervous…but he couldn't help it. Sure, he was used to being around senators and Jedi. He had been drawn into enough investigations affecting them…had worked closely with Qui-Gon even. But he wasn't used to being so formally dressed for one thing. The other thing that bothered him was his assignment. Senator Quandelry of Altair had hired him to "baby sit" his mistress. Unsuccessfully, the senator had tried to keep her from finding out about the opening…but she had her ways. Zora had her ways of finding out everything that Quandelry tried to keep from her. It was bad enough that she wanted to come to such a public event in the first place. There was a complicating factor. Zora loved to drink. She could drink a lot…and hold it well. The woman was not a pushover. However, her tongue got quite loose when she'd had a couple of drinks. And she knew much…too much of Quandelry and his…endeavors. So, Manghum's job was to keep Zora from the bar.

Manghum was now kicking himself hard for taking such an assignment. But…he had needed the money…and fast. Private investigation was not exactly lucrative and he lived from paycheck to paycheck. He had to keep reassuring his charge that he was along to keep the lower-class types from harassing her. It was a lame story…but what Quandelry had told her. The more Manghum repeated it, the sillier it sounded. Which lower-class types would be invited to such a gala? But the woman was also very short tempered he'd been warned…and didn't like being faulted for her drinking. How he was going to keep her alcohol free this night, he hadn't a clue.

"Come on," Zora grabbed his arm. "Let's go to the bar. I'm thirsty."

"Uh…no. We can't do that. The very ones that the senator wanted to keep away from you are there."

She pouted. "What am I supposed to do? Hey, there's a waiter."

"Um…just a minute. I'll go get him." The investigator hurried to the man. "Hey, pal. Look, I've got a problem. That lady over there can't hold her booze." He looked around. "We don't want to cause a disturbance…an embarrassing one…here in front of all these senators and Jedi. Here are a few credits. Do you think you can get the waiters to steer clear of her?"

"Oh certainly sir," the waiter answered as he counted the credits. "It will not be a problem.

"I'll have to add that to my expense account," Manghum mumbled. He looked across the room and Zora was gone! At once, he hurried into the next room to the bar. She was on a straight-line course for it. He ran toward her…and knocked down a short orange man…a senator. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…." He leaned down and picked the little man up as he began kicking and yelling to be put down.

"Who are you? How dare you conduct yourself like that here? I'll have you thrown out!"

"Sorry sir," Manghum repeated and hurried to the bar in time to yank a drink from Zora.

"Hey!" she cried.

In his hurry to pull the glass away before she could get started, Manghum pulled a little too hard and dumped the drink down the back of the man behind him. He turned to see another irate politician standing there.

"What is the meaning of this!"

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. It was just an accident. Here's my card. I'll be glad to have your suit cleaned." And add it to my expense account. Quandelry…I'll get you for this.

Qui-Gon had walked the perimeter of the gathering, trying to maintain a low profile. He preferred not to try to explain any of the art to a non-Jedi, particularly his own. The knight was filled with amusement, dismay and even sadness at some of the reactions he heard to the pieces, the Jedi and the exhibit. The Jedi found a corner to linger in and decided to stay there out of the throng until the initial excitement wore away. He was studying the group. Supreme Chancellor Valorum was his usual talkative self. Yet, there was something different about him. The easiness that accompanied his gregarious nature was gone. His movements seemed stilted and the Jedi could feel tension draining off him. Something was wrong. Perhaps it was just first night jitters. The worry of how such a very different exhibit would go over. That would be out of character for Finis…but also Qui-Gon knew how much he worried over details. There was no reason for the knight to think it was anything serious so he dismissed it.

"May I get you a drink, sir?" a short blue skinned waiter asked the Jedi.

Qui-Gon looked down at him and was startled. The waiter looked like the creatures from Garin. The ones who had invaded Ruka's lab and stole the clones. "Oh…uh, no thank you." He bowed and walked away as the Jedi stared after him.

Qui-Gon reached out to see what he could sense from such a mix of people. Amusement, joy, hostility…an entire spectrum of emotions. He could also feel tension and caution. The knight cast a quick glance upward. In spite of their dark clothes and attempts to remain silent, he could see the security guards on the catwalks above. There were heavily armed guards at each door of the museum…multiple guards. Inside their presence was strong and obvious also. There were guards posted at various points the length of the atrium. The elevators had been shut down so no one could try to sneak up to the upper floors. There were also plainclothesmen who were wandering through the atrium, the exhibit hall, and its adjoining room. The security police had a strong and imposing presence. But unknown to most of the guests, there were also specially trained officers and sharp shooters. They were stationed in the upper dark reaches of the gallery…and some on the second and third levels overlooking the atrium. All avenues of protection had been addressed and covered. The Jedi master could sense what he couldn't see. It was a comforting presence to him, in light of all the dignitaries in attendance.

Saren looked to Broan, across the table from him. "How bout it, Chief? How would you take Yalla?"

"Well…you're idea sounds all right…but you don't know how long you'd be waiting. That's the biggest problem. I know a direct assault would endanger people…but waiting a long time would only give Yalla more chances to think of ways out…or ways to use the people inside as a shield. I believe they would be in danger no matter which way you come at this. We've seen how ruthless he is. He has no respect for life. I doubt he would have much loyalty to anyone who worked for him. That's my take on him anyway. Having said that…I think just taking enough firepower in to totally vaporize the place instantly might show him he can either come out right away…or die right away. Ruthless people usually are either cowards or have no hesitation to die. There's no middle ground. Either he would give up and you'd have him…or he would start executing people to try to make us back off. I wouldn't like that…but it would be a distraction for him. In that time, we could probably get in. Strike when he blinks. Some people would die. But…in my opinion, in this kind of set up, I don't think you're going to be able to come out with no deaths."

Saren nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yeah. You're probably right. That might be better than waiting…for weeks, months…and then seeing people die. Strike and end it."

Obi-Wan was a little startled that both men seemed to quick to act and act strongly. He had been trained to seek the peaceful solution first. "Excuse me. I don't mean to question you. You both have been trained for the work you do…but you don't think there's anyway you could talk him out?"

The security chief and officer exchanged a look and a smile. The chief answered. "I know that the Jedi only attack as a last resort, but believe me when I say…there is no peaceful solution to this. You are as familiar with what Yalla has done as we are…more so. Do you really think he's the talking kind?"

"Actually, no I don't. You're right. I have seen what he is capable of. More than I want to. I suppose…I was just wondering. Since we have such different methods…I was just wondering what your thoughts were on it."

"What do you think the Jedi would do?" Saren asked.

Obi-Wan had to think about that. He had to separate what he would do from what he thought the council might recommend.

Senator Maird had had a couple of drinks. Enough to loosen him up…but not make him drunk…not yet. He had an agenda and didn't want his desire to drown his pain to interfere. He was feeling more relaxed…and in a mood to talk, which was why he was here. He wandered around a moment, looking for the right person to talk to. The senator went to poke his head into the large room adjoining the exhibit hall. This is where a buffet and bar had been set up. A quartet played in one corner while a few couples danced.

He looked back to the exhibit hall and did a double take. A metal man stood not far away. Maird was interested only mildly. Must be somebody's droid he thought. Why would they bring their droid? Too lazy to wait on themselves he laughed. There were all sorts of interesting looking…things at this exhibit. Like that very tall man with the petite woman. But the couple only held his interest for a few seconds. Maird was considering whether another drink would be too much just now when he spotted what he'd been looking for in the first place…a reporter. He walked with purpose toward the reporter.

"Hey," he greeted the man. "You want a story? I've got one for you. Name's Maird…Senator Pirgrit Maird. You know me?"

"I have heard of you Senator," the reporter replied as he studied the forward senator.

"And I'll bet I know where you heard of me. My son, right? He was killed in a speeder wreck. You remember that, don't you? Sure you do. It was a big case at the time. Three senators' sons."

"Yes, I do remember that."

"Good. Did you know that was nicely tied up and put away…not solved. No. I know that's what they said in court…but that's not the way it is. Did you know the records of that wreck were sealed so no one could see them? But…none of us fathers did that. The security force say they can't tell us who did. Don't you think we have a right to know? Someone has something to hide. Someone with enough authority to close those records…and hide themselves. Don't you think that would take someone pretty high up in the government…or maybe even the Jedi to do that? Someone pretty high up…like someone here tonight. And…someone who could shift the blame to that vegetable, Ruka. Convenient that he was blamed, judged incompetent to stand trial…and then disappears. Where is Ruka anyway? Did you know he'd disappeared? No? I'm not surprised. The same person who is burying all this is hiding that too."

Pel had been sent to the exhibit to watch after Allia…and to listen. And he heard…something he didn't like. The name Ruka was being mentioned…not just in passing either. Someone seemed to have quite an interest in the Klastarian…and where he was. The tall man knew where Ruka really was…and who had put him there. He didn't think it was for his boss' best interest for too much public attention to be given to the missing blob. Perhaps he should…have a closer listen to find out more about just what was going on…and who was causing it. Pel was going to inform Lady Lyg'tren that he would return shortly, but she was deeply and enthusiastically caught up in a conversation on the exhibit…so he slipped away.

Just as Pel had been standing close enough to hear the name, another had heard the name also. Kura was not standing so close…but his bionically sensitive ears had easily heard his former name spoken. Perhaps he should allow the exhibit to lead him closer so he could hear better. If someone wanted to know about him, he should find out why.

Qui-Gon had tired of just standing about and as Mace Windu passed close by, the tall Jedi started to strike up a conversation with him.

"Quite a turn out for the exhibit," Qui-Gon said.

"Hmm?" Mace said without really looking at him.

"Is something wrong?" The knight could feel the tension from the council head.

"Hmm? Oh…no. Nothing's wrong. Just looking…for…Yoda. Have you seen him?" Windu looked around slowly.

"He's just behind you," Qui-Gon said as he studied the dark man. Windu was not hiding his feelings well.

"Uh…oh…. Well…he is so short. Excuse me, would you Qui-Gon?" He turned away and leaned down to whisper to the little Jedi.

Yoda's ears were twitching furiously, Qui-Gon noted. Even though the councilor was trying to maintain an outward calm, he too was radiating strong unease. The knight wondered what the matter was. It was obvious it would do no good to ask. Mace had sidestepped his question. Perhaps it was just their worry about the exhibit and perhaps some uninvited person trying to disrupt it…perhaps try to take one of the weapons. It seemed an unlikely possibility…but Qui-Gon was hard pressed to come up with an explanation for their behavior. Maybe it was just all the important people gathered in one place. There was plenty of security. The two councilors noted his stare and wandered away. Whatever it was they obviously were not going to tell him. Qui-Gon decided it wasn't his business then and tried to refocus.

However, the next sight that met his eyes stole his focus. A large insect looking creature crossing the exhibit hall. Senator Salim-oon. He watched the legislator carefully, trying to read him…his movements. The creature seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in the supreme chancellor.

Sal watched his friend's movements and started thinking. Well, Finis. You have achieved your goal with this gala. And…you say there is no reason. I know better. You don't do things like this for no reason. It is to accomplish your goal…or help another accomplish his. Just what do you know? You're unreadable in that regard…but not in your anxiety…and your desire not to be questioned. How will this turn out? Will you triumph…or not? Only time…and circumstances will tell. You have been clever in the past. But not everyone can always win with their cleverness.

"What about it Kenobi?" Broan pressed. "What would the Jedi do?"

"I think…the Jedi would probably try to find a less obvious way of gaining entry. Maybe try to use mind power to get inside. A large group of Jedi could fan out quickly and occupy the facility. Blasters wouldn't be a problem for us. If most of the occupants are fighting with Yalla, we could probably hold them off."

"But what if there were guards holding people hostage? They could blast them as soon as they spotted you."

"Well…that's where the Force would come it. Mind power again. Convince them not to fire on their hostages. If that didn't work, we could try to disarm them with the Force…pull their weapons from their hands."

Saren spoke up. "Satay tells me Yalla is a Force user. What would you do about that?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "If it came down to two Force sensitive beings using their power against each other, the stronger would win."

"And you think that would be the Jedi."

"Well…it's true not all Force users are Jedi, but the order tries to find all children with elevated counts to train. Probably most of the beings with midiclorian counts high enough to meet temple standards are Jedi or initiates."

"You sound awful sure of yourself," Broan charged.

Obi-Wan tried not to be defensive. "I'm only telling you my opinion. That's what you two have been doing…giving an opinion. Your ideas are not exactly without fault…and you sound awful certain of yourselves too."

"Now just a minute…" Saren began.

"Hold on," Broan broke in. "He's right. We're all shooting our mouths off about what we would do…and giving very high-handed answers. You and I don't know so much about the Jedi. He may be right on target…or he may not be. But we may not be either." The security chief's logic prevailed and settled ruffled feathers around the table.

"Sorry Kenobi," Saren said. "I do get a little hot headed. You really think the Jedi could go in and take the place with your mumbo-jumbo?"

"I didn't say we could. You asked me what I thought the Jedi would do. I'm sure they would rather have more information before they had to make a move. But if we had to go in tonight…that's how I think it would be done. And…I do think our mumbo-jumbo would help us just as much as a weapon could. If you haven't seen much of the Force, I realize you don't understand how it works."

"The Force? I guess there's no tricks you could teach me, is there?"

Obi-Wan grinned. "No. No tricks. If you don't have the ability…you don't have it."

Saren grinned. "I'll bet the Force can't do everything though. There are some things that have to be learned. I'll bet you couldn't hotwire a vehicle in a pinch could you?"

"Uh…no," Obi-Wan smiled. "I couldn't do that."

"Hey…don't knock it. Sometimes in a chase you have to do what you have to do to catch the bad guy. It's in the line of duty. I could show you sometime."

Kura recognized Senator Maird from the hearing where Ruka had been declared mentally incompetent to stand trial for engineering the speeder crash in which the senator's son died. That must be what he was shooting his mouth off about. That was the only time their paths had crossed. The bionic knew he had to shut the man up. As far as Kura had been able to find out, the search for Ruka had quieted down…and he preferred it that way. He had to take action.

Kura stepped up. "Senator, there you are. I was looking for you. You really shouldn't be bothering the reporter with your stories." The metal man looked at the reporter, "A little too much to drink," he said quietly.

Pel had worked his way up and was listening. As one who had worked close with Tylo, he knew about Kura…and knew Kura needed his help right now.

"Hey," Maird pulled away from the bionic. "Leave me alone! I haven't had too much to drink. And I don't even know who the hell you are!"

"Now Senator," Pel said. "Shh! You don't really want to be an embarrassment in front of all these people, do you?"

Kura gently grabbed Maird's arm. He applied pressure to just the right area of his hand and a small needle sprang out of his metal appendage. When he had requested this special "service" be added to his bionic body, Kura wasn't sure if he would have much call to use it…but just now he was glad that he had requested it. He pressed the needle against Maird's arm and injected a quick acting sedative. The man cried out and jerked his head around to look at Kura. "Now, now Senator Maird, you must calm yourself," the bionic crooned.

"Juss a mint," Maird slurred out his words. "Wha you do?" He tried to pull away in anger, but was unable to.

"Tsk, tsk," Kura clucked as he looked back to the reporter. "It's too bad that a man who can't hold his liquor goes out in public and drinks too much. I'll find the senator's aide and see that he gets home before he embarrasses himself further. Uh…I do hope you keep this in mind when you consider…what he told you…"

"Oh…don't worry," the reporter assured him. "What he was saying sounded a little funny anyway. Now I know why. I wouldn't print a word of it. I don't want to be sued for slander."

As Kura dragged the mumbling and stumbling senator away, Herrin Pel put a big hand on the reporter's arm. "If you really want some useful information from someone who can hold her liquor…but not her tongue, keep your eye on that babe over there. Get a couple of drinks in her and she'll tell you everything you want to know about Senator Quandelry of Altair. He…ah…likes to entertain women who look like her."

The reporter followed Pel's indirect point at the woman in the very form fitting dress. "Thanks," he said as he walked away. The tall man grinned. His boss had been protected.

"Yeah Obi-Wan," Rory finally spoke up. "Even me…a computer jockey, can hotwire a vehicle. It's easy. Especially on the older speeders. You never know when you might need to borrow a vehicle to chase someone…or to get away from someone," he grinned. "You should let us show you how to do it."

"I don't know…." Obi-Wan could just picture Master Qui-Gon's reaction to his learning such a talent. He wasn't sure if even the explanation of needing transportation to catch a fleeing suspect would go over well with the Jedi master.

"Hey…we can show you on one of our own vehicles if you're worried about getting caught," Saren said. "Besides…we're all security force here. Who's going to arrest you?"

"I'll think about it," Obi-Wan dodged.

"OK," Saren backed off. "Are there any other tricks the Jedi have that could be used against Yalla? What about that virus stuff that Ruka had? I head the Jedi were holding onto that. That's an idea. No direct assaults, no large troop movements. A single person could sneak in close enough to put that into the ventilation system…and everyone would get the virus. I know that we'd still have innocents involved…but there is a cure for that isn't there?" But the big man didn't wait for an answer. "It's a great idea! Yalla wouldn't have any idea he was being attacked. He'd probably just think someone brought this in with them. He wouldn't go around killing hostages. Soon as people start getting sick enough…just go in and take them. You could treat the innocents…and the rest of them…. Well, it would just save the Republic the expense of a trial."

Broan glared at him. "I can't believe a security officer talking like that. Every being, even Yalla, has the right to a trial by jury. That's the way our system works. We don't have the right to make those judgements on our own."

Saren shrugged, "All right Chief, I was wrong. Just got a little carried away. Like you said, we're all just shooting off our mouths. But…using the virus is a good idea. It eliminates a lot of concerns…like how to keep Yalla from killing people when an invasion starts."

"That is a good point."

"So…what do you say Obi-Wan? Think the Jedi would go for it?"

"No," he said emphatically. "I've seen the results of a Jedi being exposed to that. If the facility was contaminated, the Jedi would be at risk going in there."

"So…the security force could…"

"No," the apprentice repeated. "It may sound like a good idea, but I can assure you, the council would never agree to such a reckless idea."

"OK," Saren shrugged. "Rory…you're not a field operative. What would you do against Yalla?"

The short man looked thoughtful and began slowly. "Well…first I would want to know what's going on inside. I'd bug him. Open his computer up and look inside. You know he's got to be connected to the outside world. Certainly he's not sitting there blind to what's going on in the rest of the galaxy…especially if he suspects someone might come looking for him. If he can look outside, we can look inside. Anytime his computer's connected I could have it send us everything he's doing. If he's got any verbal comm ability through it, I could have his communications stay open. Anytime anyone in the room spoke we could hear it…like an open microphone. You want to know what's going on in there before you strike…that's it."

"That's a great idea," the security chief spoke up. "I'll tell Harlo about that. It probably would be of great use to him."

Rory sat back with a look of self-satisfaction. "Then…after that…I'd probably want something big to go after him with. Overkill. He has to have limited weaponry. If he were moving in heavy stuff, the security force would know. Those kinds of arms don't get moved around without being tracked. Send in enough battle cruisers to vaporize the entire moon. Sneak up on him from the blind side, like Saren said. Then surround the whole moon. You still know what's going on inside…from listening on the computer. If he starts killing people, start shooting at him. A couple of craters at his doorstep will show him you mean business. Give up or die."

Broan and Saren laughed. "Real subtle. You have no plan to save anyone."

"Hey…the guy is nuts. You've already told me how ruthless he is. He's not going to just lay down his weapons and come out nicely…give up his hostages. This is going to be a 'go in and get him' run."

"And no one comes out alive," Broan said sarcastically. "Now I know why you're not a field operative."

"My idea is not any more outrageous than any other I've heard tonight," he defended. "You've all admitted that people may die with what you have suggested."

"Yes," Saren said, "But we have tried to think of ways to reduce casualties. Tell him how crazy his plan is Obi-Wan."

But the apprentice didn't want to offend someone he had just met. He tried to be subtle. "Well…if he isn't a field operative, he probably doesn't have enough experience in planning assaults like this…"

"It's all right Kenobi. Rory has feelings like rocks. You can't hurt them. Tell him the truth."

"I suppose it is a bit…extreme."

Broan and Saren laughed.

As soon as the large and imposing Pel had left Allia's side, the two representatives of the Trade Federation saw their opportunity.

"Look," Goan said, "She is alone now."

"Yes," Trie replied. "Tylo said he would never do business with us. But you remember what we heard in the senate about Elan Lyg'tren's wife. She is weak and addicted to her recreational drugs. We can use her to talk to Tylo for us."

The two Nemoidians had been so busy pursuing their illegal activities and making shady deals in the senate that they had not kept up with all the news that didn't directly affect them. Because of this, they did not know that Allia had reformed herself and had been off the drugs for some time. She was not the same dependent and weak woman Elan had been married to. They hurried over to her.

"Lady Lyg'tren," Goan bowed to her. "I'm most honored to meet you. Goan Huan, your servant. My associate, Trie Nurag. We represent the Trade Federation. Ah…we have been in contact with your business manager, Tylo Lyg'tren. He is a stubborn man and refuses to even give us the chance to talk with him. But we know what a bright and shrewd businessperson you are. I'm sure you would be willing to talk with us…and perhaps represent us to your manger…"

"I'm sure that you are able to speak with Tylo yourself…" Allia began.

Trie interrupted. "My lady, he is…difficult. You have a reputation for being fair. Please give us the opportunity to at least speak with you."

I know what my reputation is…and it's not of being fair. And…I do not appreciate being used this way. "Gentlemen, please. I prefer to leave that part of the business to Tylo. I only tend my charities…"

"Oh…we would be willing to be most generous in that regard Lady Lyg'tren."

"I appreciate your generosity, but if it comes with strings…"

"No, no," Goan shoved Trie aside. "That is not what he means at all. We will be generous no matter how…other things turn out. However…if we do you a kindness…could you not give us but a moment of your time?"

Allia was desperately trying to think of a way out of this. Every time she started to turn to leave, one of the two would block her way. As she tried to look past them to collect her thoughts, she saw a familiar face looking her way. Qui-Gon Jinn. She tried to put on a "help me" look as she locked eyes with him.

The Jedi master had been having trouble settling himself. The tension in the room was so heavy it was oppressive. It seemed the longer the event went on, the worse the feeling became. And…it wasn't hard to decide where it emanated from either. The Jedi council and Finis Valorum were very uneasy over something. And it was obvious they weren't going to share it wit him. Each time he attempted to approach one of them, they would sidestep him.

So it was that the Jedi master found himself trying to stay out of the way and settle the unease that tried to fill him. He looked at Allia's face without seeing it…but then a new feeling registered on him and it was as if he awoke from a dream. Now he truly saw her face and felt the desperation. He saw the two Nemoidians cutting off her escape from them. Quickly the knight crossed over to her.

"Lady Lyg'tren, how wonderful to see you again. I haven't had the pleasure of accompanying you to the dance floor tonight. May I?" He reached for her hand.

A broad smile broke over her face. Relief at being rescued…and pleasure at having Qui-Gon's company again. "I'm honored Master Qui-Gon." She took his hand and he gently shoved the two Trade Federation ambassadors to the side. As they came together on the dance floor, Allia laughed softly. "My knight, you rescued me."

"All right," Rory said. "I'm not used to this. Give me another chance."

"Go ahead," Broan grinned.

"How about this…bring in a group of bounty hunters to go after Yalla. They have a lot of experience dealing with people like him. I'm sure they know a lot of underhanded things to use."

Saren laughed. "Yeah, they do…but you forget, they are used to bringing back their bounty dead or alive. That means they'll do anything, including killing innocents if necessary to get to the one that's going to earn them the big credits if they bag him. Nice try…but again you're using too much force and not thinking of how to save people."

"OK," Rory replied. "Fine. I'll leave this to you expert know-it-alls." He grinned. "And, ah…just how long do you think it will take you experts to bring him in?"

Saren gave the little man a playful shove, which almost pushed him to the floor. "Don't you worry your little head over it. Just keep feeding us information. We'll get him." He paused and took another long draw on his bottle. That's when he was suddenly aware how quiet Satay had been through all this. She was never at a loss for words on any subject…and overly willing to share her ideas.

"Hey, Satay! Wake up. You gone to sleep on us? I can't believe you haven't said anything. You have an opinion on everything. Why don't you share your wisdom with us."

The security officer had a faraway look on her face. Still staring into space, she began to speak in a quiet voice. "I was just thinking about my dad, his garden, and the hoxen."

"Hoxen?"

"It's a small burrowing animal…that likes to chew on plants. My dad had a beautiful garden…an award-winning garden. But he had this one plant in particular that he was fond of. A lovely flowering bush…called a pula bush. Dad won many shows with that bush. The hoxen wanted his pula bush. It was a fight between the two of them always. Dad tried everything to keep that creature from chewing up his plant. He put poison out, but the hoxen never went for it. Then he tried to dig the hoxen out of his burrows, flushing them with water, even smoking him out. But that wily animal always had an escape.

"One day Dad came home from work and saw that someone had dug the pula bush out and moved it closer to the hoxen's hole. He was furious! Here he was trying to save the plant…and someone was making it easier for that creature to get to it! He started stomping toward the house, ready to demand an explanation…but then he saw the hoxen watching him with its little beady eyes from inside a trap. Dad stopped and stared in amazement. Mom had heard his vehicle pull up. She stepped out and saw him looking at the trap. She explained that since going after the hoxen didn't seem to be working, she though tempting the little pest to come to them would work. And she further explained that she realized the key to getting him to come would be to offer…and possibly lose…good enough bait…"

Obi-Wan had been listening in confusion, wondering where this story was going. As Satay told of the prize bush and the attempts to catch the elusive creature, his thoughts turned…and he became more interested. Suddenly he had a revelation…luring a creature that one can't catch. Using…and possibly loosing…good enough bait. Highly prized bait…. He jumped up and ran toward the door.

"Obi-Wan!" Satay called after him. "What is it?"

"I have to warn him! He doesn't know who the bait is!"

As Pel was trying to warn the reporter away from Senator Maird, he had been taking glances toward Lady Lyg'tren. After all, his primary responsibility was to look after her. He had seen the Nemoidians approach her. That fired his resolve to settle what he was caught up in and get back to her. By the time he had dispatched the reporter and was on his way back…she wasn't where he had last seen her. Quickly the tall man began looking around for his charge. He hurried over to where she had last been. Then he saw her. Dancing with that Jedi, Jinn! That was one of the things he was supposed to prevent! He was trying to think of an innocuous way to break this up.

As Pel changed direction toward the dance floor, he caught sight of the two Nemoidian representatives, huddled and whispering as they watched and gestured toward Allia Lyg'tren. He would have to take decisive action to keep them away from her. Pel suspected what they wanted because he knew of the talks Tylo had had with the Trade Federation recently. This was necessary to protect his boss as well as Lady Lyg'tren.

Herrin Pel straightened his jacket and walked directly to the two green figures. "Excuse me, gentlemen."

"Excuse us," Goan replied. "We are busy." Then he turned away.

Pel put a big hand on each creature's shoulder. "Excuse me, I said. I don't think you should be bothering Lady Lyg'tren. You have no business with her. You know whom your business is with. I suggest that you keep it that way. Lady Lyg'tren is not to be bothered by you two again."

"Who are you?" Trie demanded. "You can not tell us what to do."

"Perhaps I can't," Pel replied. "But I know someone who can. I have a friend that I will introduce you to. He's big and he's mean. His name is Mr. Vibroaxe. He and I work closely together. He follows my every command. Perhaps you may have heard of us before. I'm certain that in your circles you must have heard about Rothar Micah…and how he had to suddenly leave Coruscant." He paused and watched their reaction. It was one of recognition at the mention of Rothar…and then a worried look. "Yes. Mr. Axe and I were the ones who arranged Mr. Micah's trip. We have visited other people who have been…uncooperative. It's probably not necessary for me to list them for you. But…I'm sure you have heard of very bloody and vicious attacks near the market district. Yes…I can see you have. Well, that's Mr. Axe's work."

Drawing closer, he said in a lower husky voice, "You know sometimes my arm just gets so tired because Mr. Axe is so big and heavy…and I just can't hold him up. He falls and hits…sensitive…and sometimes vital bodily parts. It's really a shame too. It happens at the most inopportune times now and again. I can't always control him." The two tried to pull away from him with a look of shock on their faces…but the tall man held tightly to them. "Now, I'm sure you don't want to meet Mr. Axe, do you?" There was no reaction, but the Nemoidians were cowering in fear. "Do you?" he said severely.

"No! No!" they replied simultaneously as they continued their useless attempt to escape.

The big man grinned. "I didn't think so. Now, I think you should first apologize to Lady Lyg'tren for bothering her…and so she will understand you will not be back," he said the last words slowly, emphasizing each one. "Then I think you should stay as far away from Lady Lyg'tren as your planet is from this one." He dug his fingers into their shoulders. "Do Mr. Axe and I make ourselves clear?"

"Yes! Yes."

"Good," Pel said as he released them. "Now…go on over and apologize. Then I think you should leave for the night, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. At once."

The pair hurried away, looking back and whispering to each other.

Obi-Wan cursed the rail car because it wouldn't go faster. He had tried his comlink but it went unanswered. The apprentice could only assume that perhaps there was so much noise that it couldn't be heard. The couple of receptions he had been to were quite noisy with such a large crowd…all the conversation, laughter…and the music. Then he reached out on the link with his master…but there was no response. Qui-Gon was shutting him out. He didn't know if the Jedi was too preoccupied…or maybe he had figured out the danger and was trying to deal with it? The padawan had no idea…and no way to find out what was going on. He slammed his hand down on the armrest and cursed the slowness of this way of traveling. Why had he agreed to go so far with Satay? Of course, he couldn't have known this would happen. Still he was frustrated and taking it out on himself. What else could he do? Maybe he should have told Satay of his suspicion. She might have been able to get a cruiser to take him to the museum. Again the apprentice cursed…this time himself. He shouldn't have run out so impulsively. How much longer?

Allia had told Qui-Gon about the Nemoidians while they danced. Of course, she left out the details about Tylo, referring to him only as her "business manager".

"Oh, they are such horrid creatures," she huffed. "I have never enjoyed having to interact with them…even when I had to go to receptions with Elan. It seems they only think of themselves and are looking for a way to use every situation for their own gain."

"Yes," Qui-Gon answered. "This is an accurate description of them. That is why they are so involved with the Trade Federation. Their talents are particularly useful to an organization that is so attuned to profit."

"Oh no. They are coming this way!"

"Don't worry. I'll handle this." Qui-Gon stopped mid-dance and stood slightly in front of Allia, hands on his hips. The pair came almost crawling up. "Excuse me. Do you have business with Lady Lyg'tren?"

"Ah…that is what we wanted to speak with her…"

The Jedi interrupted the explanation. "This is a social occasion. Lady Lyg'tren has come here to enjoy the exhibit and the reception. She chooses not to discuss business right now. If you contact her business manager…during business hours, I'm sure he will be glad to accommodate you. Now…if you will excuse us."

Trie and Goan bowed deeply and Goan gushed out, "Lady Lyg'tren, we wish to apologize to you. Please forgive us for taking advantage of our chance meeting at this reception. We will not bother you further. I can assure you that we will take up business with your manager. My associate and I will be leaving now…and you will not have to be concerned about us any longer. Our business will be handled through the proper channels." He bowed again. "Please excuse us." Then he turned to go but ran into Trie to whom he mumbled, "Get out of the way. Let's get out of here…while we can. Do you see him?" he looked around wildly.

As the pair departed, Qui-Gon smiled and turned back to Lady Lyg'tren. "Those Trade Federation types are cowards. I don't think they'll be bothering you again."

Allia smiled. Then it seemed as if something behind Qui-Gon caught her attention. She frowned. The knight turned to see what she was looking at. A small group was gathered near the large door to the corridor beyond the exhibit and Chancellor Valorum was pushing his way through.

"It seems awful early for him to be leaving," Allia remarked. "I wonder if something is wrong."

"I'll try to find out. Why don't you stay here out of the crowd." Qui-Gon crossed into the adjoining room and pushed his way through the group of beings gathered. "Excuse me. I must get through." He tried to remain polite, but firm. "Please. I must speak to the chancellor. May I get through?" So slowly he pushed through the crowd, many of who were not happy with the Jedi. They all had their own reasons for trying to speak with Valorum before he left.

Finally Qui-Gon fought his way to the chancellor's side. He leaned close and inquired. "Is something wrong, Finis? You are leaving before this was supposed to be over."

"Oh…well. Things are beginning to quiet down. Many people started leaving when the council members left just awhile ago."

"They are already gone?" Qui-Gon looked puzzled. He remembered the tension he sensed and their odd behavior. Valorum had acted the same way. "Finis," he grabbed his friend's arm. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

"Nothing at all," he forced a smile. "Things are quieting down…and I just thought I'd slip out a little early. It has been a long day for me. I'm exhausted. See you later." He turned and pushed out into the atrium. His guards cleared a path for him…and the chancellor was gone.

Qui-Gon stood and thought over what he'd sensed from Valorum just now…still the tension…but also anger…or better, frustration, yet also relief. It was a strange mix of feelings. And…the Jedi had the distinct feeling Finis was hiding something. There was nothing to be done about it now. He was going to take his leave of Allia and go back to the temple. However, Lady Lyg'tren was no where to be seen. The knight had not seen Pel slip her out another exit while he was occupied. The tall man had suggested to her that since Valorum was leaving, the event was essentially over. She agreed, yet had wanted to say good night to Qui-Gon, especially since he'd gotten rid of the Nemoidians. However, Pel was able to talk her into leaving so they could avoid the crush that would follow Valorum's departure. He was certain she would have ample opportunity to speak with the Jedi at other receptions.

Qui-Gon shrugged. It had been a strange evening. However, it was over. He was relieved in a way. There was no other reason for him to stay now. The knight picked his way through the stragglers in the atrium and finally exited into the slightly cool air of the Coruscant night. He was just deciding the best way to get back to the temple when a familiar voice called out.

"Master! Master!" Obi-Wan came running up to him out of breath. As he huffed, he fought to get his words out. "Master, the council and the chancellor are in danger."

"The council left a little while ago and Chancellor Valorum just left." Qui-Gon looked concerned. "They were very tense tonight and seemed to keep to themselves. What is going on? What do you know?"

Obi-Wan was still huffing hard. "This was a set up Master. That's the reason all the plans changed. Valorum and the council were using themselves as bait to try to lure Yalla out. Going after Yalla never works. They were hoping he would come to this event with all of them here. They wanted bait that was good enough to give him reason to come."

Qui-Gon started to reply, but instead he stopped to think. At first it sounded ridiculous…but when he thought over all the pieces. The sudden change in the exhibit plans, the gathering of so many important officials in one place for such an ordinary reason, the unease of the council and the chancellor, the way they paraded around tonight as they also seemed to watch every person, every corner of the room. It had all the earmarks of a Finis Valorum crazy scheme. The knight could feel anger threaten to rise in him.

"Where are you going?" Obi-Wan called as Qui-Gon turned on his heel and stomped away.

"To talk to the chancellor," Qui-Gon snapped over his shoulder.

Supreme Chancellor Valorum was changing into his pajamas and the dressing gown that his butler had laid out on the large and elaborately carved dark wood framed bed. He absently stared at the high ceiling as he thought, not seeing the intricate scrollwork that over hung the room. All the beauty of the huge room escaped him just now. It was usually a joy to him. His wife had so carefully seen to the redecorating of the supreme chancellor's rooms when they moved in. He admired her educated, yet economical tastes. All that was lost on him now though. And he longed for his wife's presence. She was off planet visiting relatives. He missed her anyway…but especially at a time like this, he longed for her patient, listening ear. The one to whom he could completely unburden himself without worry of judgement or repeating anything he'd said.

Valorum drew in a deep breath and let out a great sigh. He was frustrated that his plan to draw out Yalla had failed. Perhaps he should have stayed until the very end. But…the council had already gone and the Jedi were Yalla's prime target. Besides the tension of the evening as Valorum waited to see what move the adversary would make had worn him down. He was exhausted. The door chime sounded and the tall man hoped it wasn't some senator trying to get "just a minute of his time". Certainly, security wouldn't pass someone like that this time of night. It must be more that, but the chancellor continued what he was doing knowing the butler would see to whatever the matter was.

Valorum wrapped the luxurious thick robe around him and loosely knotted the belt. He was about to settle himself into the large overstuffed chair in the bedroom to hopefully unwind before bed when the servant knocked and entered.

"Excuse me Chancellor. I know you prefer not to be disturbed this time of night. It is Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Security allowed them up because Master Qui-Gon insisted it was important…and a matter of security."

And Valorum knew it must be important. Qui-Gon was not one to bother him late or at home for trivial reasons. He left the bedroom and hurried into the great room, a concerned look etched into his face. The tall Jedi looked small in the large room. "Qui-Gon, what is it?"

"Finis, what did you think you were doing tonight?" Qui-Gon replied severely.

"What do you mean," Valorum said in innocence.

"I've got this figured out now…or rather Obi-Wan did. You don't have to continue your game. You were the one who came up with this crazy idea of using yourself and the council as bait, didn't you?"

The tall man knew it would do no good to keep up his act now. And he was too tired to. He slowly walked across the room to a set of large double doors. He stopped long enough to look though the glass and then impulsively opened them and stepped out onto the balcony. The two Jedi glanced at each other and followed.

"Yes. It was my idea," he admitted.

"A foolish one," Qui-Gon said firmly.

"Perhaps…but the council went along with it. It must not have been too crazy for them," he responded as he walked to the rail and leaned on it.

Qui-Gon came to stand next to him while Obi-Wan stayed back a little. This was an argument between friends now…not leader to knight. He knew he should stay out of it.

"What were you thinking, Finis? Yalla is not the only one who would like to kill you…or the council. You put yourself and them in grave danger. It would have been the perfect opportunity for someone to kill several of you at once."

"Yes," Valorum agreed. "But those are the fortunes of war. Yalla has elevated this to war. It's no longer just a criminal on the loose. We have to take desperate measures to try to draw him out."

"But…you don't know that it will be Yalla who will respond. It might be someone else. Someone with a smaller reason to kill…but gathering all of you together like this would only provoke him to act. It might be nothing more than a psychopath. You risked yourself…for nothing. You are the leader of the Republic government. You have a responsibility. You don't have the right to so thoughtlessly put your life on the line."

"It was not thoughtless, I assure you. I spent a lot of time thinking about this. Yoda, Windu and I talked it over. Maybe it was dangerous, but we all agreed to take the chance." Now Valorum was letting his anger show. He was tired…and frustrated and not of a mood to be lectured like this. "I may be supreme chancellor, but that just gives me more reason to try to bring Yalla in. Even if it had resulted in someone else making an attempt…if we had caught anyone who wanted to cause that kind of damage, it would have been worth it. I didn't agree when I became chancellor to sit in my ivory tower and never take a risk. Facing risk is something I do everyday that I step out of my apartment. These…others that you mention that would like to kill me. They could take a shot at me any day of the week on my way to work…or home. I'm in danger all the time." He pushed away from the rail and paced.

"That's all the more reason not to put yourself in additional danger," Qui-Gon pointed out.

"Damn!" the shadowy figured muttered as the chancellor and the Jedi moved away from the rail. He'd had the perfect shot…and now it was lost. He had lingered at the museum…and his instincts had served well. When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had their conversation outside, he had overheard…and decided to follow. Certainly, the circumstances were lining up to give the mysterious man the opportunity he wanted. Lying in wait, watching intensely, studying the situation, trying to decide the best way to proceed, but then they had come out on the balcony. How fortuitous! Just as he'd suspected. A solution had presented itself.

However, just when the enigmatic figure had begun to squeeze the trigger, the two men were in motion and his perfect shot was lost. Calming himself, he lined his rifle up again and began tracking movement on the balcony. He had to be ready. As soon as his prey was still, he would have to be ready to fire. Another chance may not come. He drew in a short breath and looked through the sights. His finger was poised and ready. All he had to do was wait…wait for the right moment.

"Look Qui-Gon, can we finish this discussion later? I'm very tired. It has been a long day and night."

"I'm sure it has. If you were so confident of yourself, why were you so upset all night? I could sense it from you."

Valorum stopped walking and whirled around to face his friend who stopped to keep from running into the chancellor, "Stay out of my head," he said severely. I don't have to ask your permission for anything I do. If I want to…"

There! Perfect! He squeezed the trigger and rifle belched the shot. It could not be recalled now. The figure readied to fire again.

The blaster shot sizzled right between Qui-Gon and Valorum at head level. The chancellor's head whirled around to look in the direction it had come from, but Qui-Gon acted instinctively. He dove for Valorum, pulled him down and covered him with his own body.

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