Hyperspace Stars

Sighing, I slid into the last seat of the shuttle. Wearily, I lean back, trying to stretch out in the too-small seats. I watch the lights of Courscant slide by the shuttle windows. The panes also reflect my face. My short brown hair, which had been so neatly tied back this morning, has now escaped its bonds to untidily fly about in random directions. The tired hazel eyes of my reflection gaze back me in my jedi master robes.

"That is the last time I volunteer for senate duty." I swear to myself. All day I had been listening to the petty squabbling of hundreds upon thousands of delegates to the Republic senate. Only extreme jedi calm had kept me from throwing myself out of one of the windows of the Senate building, just to get away from all the noise. "I would sooner wrestle a Hutt than go back in there!"

The diplomatic shuttle finally pulled up to the Jedi Temple. Thanking the driver, I pull myself from the craft and onto the landing pad. I love the temple, even though I do not spend much time there. Lately it seemes like I am always rushing off to some backwater planet to put out yet another diplomatic brushfire. That is why I chose senate duty when I got the choice last week. I thought that a few days on the city planet would be quite relaxing. I am ready for some more brush fires now. I would be happy doing anything as long as I don't have to go back to that senate hall!

Suddenly, my comlink buzzes. I bite back a growl. This was supposed to be my time off! I did my duty, now I could relax, right? Mentally stuffing all these thoughts into the dumpster, I politely answer the comlink.

"Your presence is required immediately in Council Chambers, Master Jayhawk." a calm voice intoned from the other end. "The council expects you to appear within 15 minutes." The comlink then shut off. I don't hold back the growl this time. What could the council possibly want? I haven't pulled a prank on Windu in at least a couple weeks…