Nero watched his parents talk with the Jedi and knew from the air it was serious. His usually energetic father was slumped into a chair, looking very tired and very scared. His mother was walking the room, meeting each word Qui Gon spoke with a beat of her marching. She was playing with strands of her hair.

"There's no way I get the Senators to believe me, Master Jedi. Not without proof." Loma said finally. "I don't hold enough clout. I'm just an aide, not a politician."

"You must make them listen, Loma." Mede said. "It's the only way."

"And you? The people of Telos need to know this two. The invasion is less then a day away."

"I can get on air with this but soon afterward, I'll need that proof Loma is talking about."

Qui Gon rose. "Then I must get it for you." He said sternly. "One last thing, don't tell your son."

"Nero? Of course not."

"Not Nero, Aheme."

Mede paled then seemed to regain his bearings. "Now wait a minute, if you're saying what I think you're saying, you think my son is involved in this plot?!"

"I don't think Mede. I know."

"You're lying!" Nero heard his father shouting. He had never heard his father shouting. "Aheme has nothing to do with this!" Loud footsteps followed. "You're something else! Accusing my son of this!"

He had to get closer. Taking his chances, Nero eased his hov=chair into the living room and pretended to be sleepy-eyed. "Mom?" He whispered.

Loma walked to her son and began to caress his hair. "Hush, Nero. I'm sorry we were so loud."

Mede seemed to calm down for his son's sake, but he was still fuming. "Its not true."

"I know its hard to believe, but it is true. He planted the false reports for Crion's aides to find and therefore raise questions about Tellus' intentions. Later he did the same when Resner visited, making sure Resner smelled war and therefore sought to save his skin. He also helped someone sabotaged the first treaty negotiations."

"And who is this someone?" Mede demanded. "Have you found that out yet?"

"Not yet, I need to get into the Governor's computers to do that."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

Qui Gon stood and sighed. "By using my trusty padawan."

"Xanatos?"

"No." He turned. "Nero, I need your help."

"You don't understand! I need to talk to my brother! It's important!"

The guards laughed. "Go home Croal, we'll tell Aheme his brother came by."

Simple plan really, the kind Nero seldom liked to write about but hey, whatever works. And this had to work. Little boy, preferably sickly and one the guards know cause them to lose concentration on their task of watching the gates to the palace. Little boy, like say Nero, continues to cause a scene while, say a Jedi Master coming back from his evening walk, passes.

"Excuse me, what's the problem here?"

The guards are embarrassed because after all, they can't handle a little kid."Nothing sir, please move along." They let Qui Gon and the boy pass. The scene is replayed for the guards in the east wing where Crion's personal offices are kept. This time, however the little boy causes a ruckus and causes the guards to take chase of the amazing agile little boy. The hov-chair is left behind by the door. Time passes and the Jedi Master emerges from the offices with all the information he needs, like shadow books marking payments to the Barak and other arms dealers, or the paper trail that links Resner to Crion, or the business deals that have already been made to various Tellus business so that during the occupation that can stay in business. All of it very dangerous information, never meant to be seen by the Jedi. But then he slips it into the databank of the chair, just in time for Aheme to bring his limping brother back to his chair with a proper scolding.

"You wait till Mom hears about this Nero! I can't believe this! You almost got me fired!"

"Sorry Aheme but they were messing with me, I wanted to talk to you about our trip."

"Not another word Nero. Go home, I'll see you later." Nero climbed into his chair and maneuvered it out, pass the guards and droids and pass a Jedi Master who peered, sleepy eyed out his quarters to nod at the boy and ask Aheme for mint tea. Not at all an interesting story, and not one for the boy to think up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mede Croal and I come to you with serious reports concerning our government, the upcoming war and the so-called tensions between our sister world, Tellus. I have just obtained information that puts Resner Vox, President of Vox Mining from Tellus and Governor Crion Demarse together in a conspiracy to drive our two planets to war..."

"...And furthermore I, Senator Helios, move to have Crion Demarse arrested until these charges can be either verified or denounced. I have received news from my aide, Loma Croal, that Crion had employed a mercenary army to invade Tellus..."