CHAPTER 6
Perhaps it was the rapid decent of the lift, but as hard as she tried to compose herself. Dorshe' still couldn't compel the urge to grasp he stomach, which only raised Yoda's prior worries. "Dorshe', what's wrong, R2 stop the lift!" "No that won't be necessary." She winched. "Just a little stomach pain, my body will recover!" Yoda couldn't help but sense that something else was going on, nothing dangerous, but even that didn't dampen his feelings towards her safety. She began to remove her hand from her belly. "See, I'm feeling better already." He didn't respond verbally, he simply shot her a glance that expressed confusion. Why won't she tell me? Dorshe' would never hold back information from me, unless it were dire, or sacred. He returned to a stiff pose of anticipation, he could feel the lift's decent come to a slower pace, then an eventual halt. There was slight wait for the circular exit hatch to open. Almost as if he didn't trust his judgment, Yoda turned his head to R2. As he peeked his head around the corner of the hall, which looked incredibly similar to the one they just left, except no windows. "Are you sure this is the correct Level R2?" the droid returned with a confirming whistle. "Alright then, lead the way." The astromech then unveiled his third leg, and they began to make way to the next circular door, no more than twenty feet in front of them. R2, without unneeded direction, closed in on a interface panel much similar to the one before. It was a minute after the four foot robot, had obtained access to the door's subroutines that he discovered something. "Whoo-Oooh!" the metal one exclaimed. "What did you find?" Dorshe' now leaning over to R2. He only replied by showing them what he had found, it was a recording. Soon after he tapped into the Holo-manipulator devise, which was embedded into the wall above the round door. It was then, that an outdated projection of an unfamiliar figure presided over them. The projection was frozen, R2 still needed to access the entirety of the ancient message before he could play it completely. The Jedi simply marveled over the beings unusual, but still breathe taking appearance. He or she, stood well over seven feet tall, but were surprisingly thin for such a height, despite the somewhat bulky even more unique clothing it dawned to itself. The alien had a pale, almost translucent flesh tone, reptilian most likely from the looks of its three fingered hands, and empty dark eyes, but its hoofed feet diminished this theory from Master Skywalker's mind. Master Oden on the other hand was almost in awe, at the projections luminescent beauty. "Have you ever seen such a being Yoda?" "Never, in all my time spent off Coruscant. I don't believe I ever set eyes on yet alone meet a being like this." R2 then spat out a hoot of affirmation, the recording was ready to be played. "Go ahead R2!" the droid then complied simply twisting the survo interface to activate the program. "Hello, I am Tuan We, head-chair of this city: Tipoca and Prime minister of the planet Kamino." The Jedi masters knew from the sound of the recording's elegant voice, that this being is.well, was a female. "If you are viewing this message, then there is still hope for the future." This led the Jedi Master's to share a confused look with each other, even with R2. "Shortly before the passing of my predecessor, Prime minister Lama Su. I was Project coordinator for the development of a Clone army for the Galactic Republic. Little did I know that the army I helped to create install peace in the galaxy, would instead be used to support the reign of a tyrant." The Galactic Civil War! Dorshe' thought to Yoda, this being helped to create the Army of the Emperor. Most disturbing! They fell silent as the recording continued. "That was thirty full rotations ago, six standard years by the calendar of Coruscant. Two of those past years, my people heard of a resistance against this dictator and his installed Empire. Lama Su felt it was his responsibility to offer assistance to these rebels, but he was killed after his transport was destroyed during one of Kamino's harshest lighting-spells. My first and final act as Prime minister in the wake of this tragedy, was the creation of a 'Cloned Republic'." This news shot more curiosity into the eyes of the three adventurers. "This special collection of replicas will be developed from samples of good natured Republic Senators retained in our databanks. Along with genetic material gathered by the renegade Jedi knight, Quinlan Vos, we will also clone as much of the once great Jedi Order as we are able." Master Skywalker was astonished to hear this, as were the Equally dumbfounded Master Oden and R2-D2. "It is not my hope that these clones would go on to rebuild the Republic, but rather serve as a tribute to all those lost before this Madman's rise to power. My people have managed with the assistance of the noble Quinlan Vos, to keep our Star-system hidden from the Empire, in fear that the emperor himself would discover our plans and misconstrue them as a attempt to overthrow the Empire. I have ordered that all the "clones of honor" as they have been deemed, put into stasis and hidden in a few of our storage areas, deep below Tipoca city. The fate of my people is ill-fated, and we will let nothing interfere with the clone's development. That it is my dearest hope that someone of good heart has found this place of rebirth, so these replicas can go on to live the life's their templates did not have the chance too." Sorrow began to fill Dorshe', she couldn't help but admire the price these people had paid, just to repay for an injustice they could never truly fulfill. "Enclosed with this message is a complete list of all the embryo in stasis. Along with each name there is a detailed file of their templates history and character profile." Yoda reached for a small touch panel R2 dispensed from one of his upgraded hatches, but he waited for the recording to come to its finish before he looked at the list of names it contained. "It is my dearest prayer that these embryos find there way into good hands, My people have invested every available effort into their development thus far to hatch them at this time, and it is darkest belief that my people will not see the next decade." Dorshe' could feel sympathy for the long past Kaminoan, as she reached for her stomach. " Jedi Vos once mentioned an old Jedi prophecy to my person, he felt that this legend paralleled with our actions and so I leave your attention to him as he retells the story in his own words." The tall creature stepped aside, now out of existence to the projection, another figure seemed to have entered where she stood before. He was a man dressed in the old Jedi garbs, a Kiffar from the looks of the natural yellow lines the marked his face and hands. He seemed tired as if he had not slept since a time more disserving. His black dreaded hair was highlighted by the greys of time, and their were cracks in his sun toasted skin which only displayed his true age. "I'm Quinlan Vos, Jedi of the once great order. I have spent the last two years of my life hiding from Emperor Palpatine, on this planet Kamino. Helping its people gather the genetic samples they requested, to create this 'Replicated Republic.' I have, spent a great deal of time around these people, and not once have I not been mesmerized by their efforts to try and repay for action they are not even entirely responsible for." "R2 hold," the droid turned to his master in response to his order. "Have you been downloading this recording into your databanks?" the astromech gave another 'hoot' of confirmation. "Good!" Yoda then turned to Dorshe' "I don't think the Council would believe us if we told them about this discovery." He turned his attention back to the frozen image. "Continue R2!" the projection of Vos began where it left off. "The time I have spent with the Kaminoans, has been a difficult one though. I must leave their planet soon for I feel my presence may summon Anakin Skywalker, now the evil pawn of the Emperor: Darth Vader into their graces. So before I part with these compassionate people. I wish to share the 'Prophecy of the Old sun.'" Master Skywalker and Master Oden were taken back, they both recalled the time when their clan Master Tulareff told them of such a story, one of which they didn't care for back then, but were more than willing to hear in this instance. "Over seven-millennia ago, a great Jedi master had a vision, no one remembers who he was, but his Prophecy still lived on till this day. The Prophecy is a long one, but in all essences it went as follows. On a rock that is the universe, there was a great sun that enriched all that dwelled on the rock's surface. It brought peace, serenity, and joy. The sun planted the seeds of peace throughout the rock, but one day the sun was over powered by a brighter sun, overpowered and outshined. The old sun set, leaving the bright sun to prosper over the rock, but this brighter sun brought no seeds of peace to plant. Instead it planted weeds of hate, deceit, and Anger. These weeds conquered and destroyed, all but a few seeds of good. And the rock was covered in darkness, but amidst the evil weeds, the remaining good seeds sprouted hope, which brought a new sun of peace to banish the Evil sun." the story came back to the minds of the Jedi who stood towards the projection. "Over time the, The good seeds grew in strength and in number as they fought the evil weeds for the new sun, while brighter, could not equal the balancing powers for the very first sun. Wars would be fought, but peace would never truly win until the Old sun would return." Master Dorshe' could picture Vos's words in her mind, Master Skywalker on the other hand, tried his best to relate the story to these clones. "Then, one day a good seed rose, over all the others to call upon the Old sun, and at that moment the Old Sun rose over the Rock, and destroyed the weeds at their roots. Knowing that evil would return to the new sun and the Old sun, prospered over the rock, nourishing it with more peace and happiness, awaiting the day evil would come back to the rock, the suns could banish it from the rock's surface forever." The image of the Jedi remained silent for a moment, letting his words sink in to his captive audience. "and with that I leave you with this thought. The decision is yours, these embryo's stored in this city maybe the key to true balance in the force. please don't take it likely." With his words now embedded into his listener's minds, one of them literally. He bowed his head in the painful truth that this was probably the last words he'd ever speak to another Jedi, as if he knew the masters would find this message some two-thousand years later. Then the image disappeared into nothingness. With the ancient Jedi's words still fresh in their minds. Master Skywalker reluctantly, looked over the list. "So many names." He remarked aloud. "There has to be more than a thousand names on this list." "About seventeen thousand." Dorshe's mind opened to reach out to the embryo's past the door they stood at. Her steel eyes then met Yoda's blue ones. "Give or take a few?" Master Skywalker, while curious to see what lies behind the oval hatch, would rather see it with his own eyes. "R2 open the door." Then the adventurous droid, eager to fulfill this wish, twisted his interface latch, and the large round door split open. "By the Force!" Master Skywalker exclaimed, as the trio became overwhelmed by what they saw. A vast, almost endless hall made of transparent steel, and outside the hall, great pillars several of them with many layers that led up to a flat point all retaining hundreds of tiny stasis tubes inside their clear structures. Like the great pyramids of Yarvin Four. Dorshe' thought, but the hall began to light up, and then the room around it lit up as well. Unveiling even more stasis tubes, each containing a different clone, a different species, and a different life. The Jedi walked to the end of the hall, sensing the thousand slumbering life's around them. "It's like touching the minds of children." Yoda remarked. "That's because they are children Yoda." Dorshe's responded to her friend, noting that the embryos were actually in a fetal, not embryonic state. That's when a great light flashed over the band of investigators, it was a slow, slightly blinding, but harmless light that seemed to have flown past them. "What was th." Yoda was then interrupted by the voice of an unknown person, being projected from the hall around them." "This is a warning, installed by safety protocol, one-one-six, of desired entrance into a cloning laboratory. Currently sections 'Beta' and 'Delta', are advised to be taken into consideration, once entry into the laboratory in obtained." The Jedi scanned their surroundings to find no one. "Must be a recording?" Master Skywalker mentioned, before the voice could continue. "Section Beta of the safety protocol states that at no time is a unregistered droid allowed entry into the laboratory at any time without prior advisement to Tipoca's city computer of assignment, and occupational management for 'Artificial Lifeform' This statement just about sent R2 into an uproar, he had no problem being called a droid, or a robot., but artificial was what really ticked him off. "Calm down, R2 no sense in getting angry over a Two-thousand year old recording." The droid's temper yielded but didn't extinguish. "See if you can go find away to shut it off." R2 was more than willing to rip a few wires on this computer's voice box, and set off for the door at the end of the hall to share his circuits. The voice continued. "Section Delta of the safety protocol clearly states, that at no time should a person of any race." R2 found a maintenance panel, but instead of simply interfacing with the circuits he brandished one of his laser emitters. ".who is carrying and unborn individual or unborn individuals, be allowed access to the labora." the droid fired a blast, as if the panel were the voice itself, silencing its ignorance. Usually, Yoda would condone his droid's harsh action, but he was befuddled by the voice's last statement. "Why would it think one us is pregn." Skywalker found him at a bigger lost for words than the reordering as he turned to his long haired Jedi cohort with the confused look. "Dorshe'? Are you with child?" She tried, but couldn't hide the truth from her colleague, her friend. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, she had to tell him now. "Yes." "But how?" Yoda soon realizing he would have to ask this difficult question. "Who's the father." He sensed the pain rising in her as R2 rolled up to see what the Jedi were doing. "Pacres is, was the father." "Oh, Dorshe' I'm so sorry" Her own husband of course you idiot but how were you to know. She didn't tell you and Pacres died two months ago, on the same mission we were sent to finish. The reality of her unusual behavior aside, Yoda embraced his friend who's wounds he just reopened. "When did this happen?" Her sense of humor returning to her. "Since when did I ever tell you what I did with my husband in our bed chambers." Now realizing his miss-wording. Yoda pushed his fellow Jedi master away till he was just holding her by the her own shoulders. "No, not that I mean when did you find out you wer." Master Skywalker, Master Oden. Master Chevacca's voice entered their minds abruptly. We have a situation, we have sensed a dark presence in the city. We believe it to be the Sith again. He was correct, there was a dark presence on Kamino, not Kamino but inside Tipoca as well. Understood Chevacca, I and Master Oden are heading back to you position, Keep your guard up!
Perhaps it was the rapid decent of the lift, but as hard as she tried to compose herself. Dorshe' still couldn't compel the urge to grasp he stomach, which only raised Yoda's prior worries. "Dorshe', what's wrong, R2 stop the lift!" "No that won't be necessary." She winched. "Just a little stomach pain, my body will recover!" Yoda couldn't help but sense that something else was going on, nothing dangerous, but even that didn't dampen his feelings towards her safety. She began to remove her hand from her belly. "See, I'm feeling better already." He didn't respond verbally, he simply shot her a glance that expressed confusion. Why won't she tell me? Dorshe' would never hold back information from me, unless it were dire, or sacred. He returned to a stiff pose of anticipation, he could feel the lift's decent come to a slower pace, then an eventual halt. There was slight wait for the circular exit hatch to open. Almost as if he didn't trust his judgment, Yoda turned his head to R2. As he peeked his head around the corner of the hall, which looked incredibly similar to the one they just left, except no windows. "Are you sure this is the correct Level R2?" the droid returned with a confirming whistle. "Alright then, lead the way." The astromech then unveiled his third leg, and they began to make way to the next circular door, no more than twenty feet in front of them. R2, without unneeded direction, closed in on a interface panel much similar to the one before. It was a minute after the four foot robot, had obtained access to the door's subroutines that he discovered something. "Whoo-Oooh!" the metal one exclaimed. "What did you find?" Dorshe' now leaning over to R2. He only replied by showing them what he had found, it was a recording. Soon after he tapped into the Holo-manipulator devise, which was embedded into the wall above the round door. It was then, that an outdated projection of an unfamiliar figure presided over them. The projection was frozen, R2 still needed to access the entirety of the ancient message before he could play it completely. The Jedi simply marveled over the beings unusual, but still breathe taking appearance. He or she, stood well over seven feet tall, but were surprisingly thin for such a height, despite the somewhat bulky even more unique clothing it dawned to itself. The alien had a pale, almost translucent flesh tone, reptilian most likely from the looks of its three fingered hands, and empty dark eyes, but its hoofed feet diminished this theory from Master Skywalker's mind. Master Oden on the other hand was almost in awe, at the projections luminescent beauty. "Have you ever seen such a being Yoda?" "Never, in all my time spent off Coruscant. I don't believe I ever set eyes on yet alone meet a being like this." R2 then spat out a hoot of affirmation, the recording was ready to be played. "Go ahead R2!" the droid then complied simply twisting the survo interface to activate the program. "Hello, I am Tuan We, head-chair of this city: Tipoca and Prime minister of the planet Kamino." The Jedi masters knew from the sound of the recording's elegant voice, that this being is.well, was a female. "If you are viewing this message, then there is still hope for the future." This led the Jedi Master's to share a confused look with each other, even with R2. "Shortly before the passing of my predecessor, Prime minister Lama Su. I was Project coordinator for the development of a Clone army for the Galactic Republic. Little did I know that the army I helped to create install peace in the galaxy, would instead be used to support the reign of a tyrant." The Galactic Civil War! Dorshe' thought to Yoda, this being helped to create the Army of the Emperor. Most disturbing! They fell silent as the recording continued. "That was thirty full rotations ago, six standard years by the calendar of Coruscant. Two of those past years, my people heard of a resistance against this dictator and his installed Empire. Lama Su felt it was his responsibility to offer assistance to these rebels, but he was killed after his transport was destroyed during one of Kamino's harshest lighting-spells. My first and final act as Prime minister in the wake of this tragedy, was the creation of a 'Cloned Republic'." This news shot more curiosity into the eyes of the three adventurers. "This special collection of replicas will be developed from samples of good natured Republic Senators retained in our databanks. Along with genetic material gathered by the renegade Jedi knight, Quinlan Vos, we will also clone as much of the once great Jedi Order as we are able." Master Skywalker was astonished to hear this, as were the Equally dumbfounded Master Oden and R2-D2. "It is not my hope that these clones would go on to rebuild the Republic, but rather serve as a tribute to all those lost before this Madman's rise to power. My people have managed with the assistance of the noble Quinlan Vos, to keep our Star-system hidden from the Empire, in fear that the emperor himself would discover our plans and misconstrue them as a attempt to overthrow the Empire. I have ordered that all the "clones of honor" as they have been deemed, put into stasis and hidden in a few of our storage areas, deep below Tipoca city. The fate of my people is ill-fated, and we will let nothing interfere with the clone's development. That it is my dearest hope that someone of good heart has found this place of rebirth, so these replicas can go on to live the life's their templates did not have the chance too." Sorrow began to fill Dorshe', she couldn't help but admire the price these people had paid, just to repay for an injustice they could never truly fulfill. "Enclosed with this message is a complete list of all the embryo in stasis. Along with each name there is a detailed file of their templates history and character profile." Yoda reached for a small touch panel R2 dispensed from one of his upgraded hatches, but he waited for the recording to come to its finish before he looked at the list of names it contained. "It is my dearest prayer that these embryos find there way into good hands, My people have invested every available effort into their development thus far to hatch them at this time, and it is darkest belief that my people will not see the next decade." Dorshe' could feel sympathy for the long past Kaminoan, as she reached for her stomach. " Jedi Vos once mentioned an old Jedi prophecy to my person, he felt that this legend paralleled with our actions and so I leave your attention to him as he retells the story in his own words." The tall creature stepped aside, now out of existence to the projection, another figure seemed to have entered where she stood before. He was a man dressed in the old Jedi garbs, a Kiffar from the looks of the natural yellow lines the marked his face and hands. He seemed tired as if he had not slept since a time more disserving. His black dreaded hair was highlighted by the greys of time, and their were cracks in his sun toasted skin which only displayed his true age. "I'm Quinlan Vos, Jedi of the once great order. I have spent the last two years of my life hiding from Emperor Palpatine, on this planet Kamino. Helping its people gather the genetic samples they requested, to create this 'Replicated Republic.' I have, spent a great deal of time around these people, and not once have I not been mesmerized by their efforts to try and repay for action they are not even entirely responsible for." "R2 hold," the droid turned to his master in response to his order. "Have you been downloading this recording into your databanks?" the astromech gave another 'hoot' of confirmation. "Good!" Yoda then turned to Dorshe' "I don't think the Council would believe us if we told them about this discovery." He turned his attention back to the frozen image. "Continue R2!" the projection of Vos began where it left off. "The time I have spent with the Kaminoans, has been a difficult one though. I must leave their planet soon for I feel my presence may summon Anakin Skywalker, now the evil pawn of the Emperor: Darth Vader into their graces. So before I part with these compassionate people. I wish to share the 'Prophecy of the Old sun.'" Master Skywalker and Master Oden were taken back, they both recalled the time when their clan Master Tulareff told them of such a story, one of which they didn't care for back then, but were more than willing to hear in this instance. "Over seven-millennia ago, a great Jedi master had a vision, no one remembers who he was, but his Prophecy still lived on till this day. The Prophecy is a long one, but in all essences it went as follows. On a rock that is the universe, there was a great sun that enriched all that dwelled on the rock's surface. It brought peace, serenity, and joy. The sun planted the seeds of peace throughout the rock, but one day the sun was over powered by a brighter sun, overpowered and outshined. The old sun set, leaving the bright sun to prosper over the rock, but this brighter sun brought no seeds of peace to plant. Instead it planted weeds of hate, deceit, and Anger. These weeds conquered and destroyed, all but a few seeds of good. And the rock was covered in darkness, but amidst the evil weeds, the remaining good seeds sprouted hope, which brought a new sun of peace to banish the Evil sun." the story came back to the minds of the Jedi who stood towards the projection. "Over time the, The good seeds grew in strength and in number as they fought the evil weeds for the new sun, while brighter, could not equal the balancing powers for the very first sun. Wars would be fought, but peace would never truly win until the Old sun would return." Master Dorshe' could picture Vos's words in her mind, Master Skywalker on the other hand, tried his best to relate the story to these clones. "Then, one day a good seed rose, over all the others to call upon the Old sun, and at that moment the Old Sun rose over the Rock, and destroyed the weeds at their roots. Knowing that evil would return to the new sun and the Old sun, prospered over the rock, nourishing it with more peace and happiness, awaiting the day evil would come back to the rock, the suns could banish it from the rock's surface forever." The image of the Jedi remained silent for a moment, letting his words sink in to his captive audience. "and with that I leave you with this thought. The decision is yours, these embryo's stored in this city maybe the key to true balance in the force. please don't take it likely." With his words now embedded into his listener's minds, one of them literally. He bowed his head in the painful truth that this was probably the last words he'd ever speak to another Jedi, as if he knew the masters would find this message some two-thousand years later. Then the image disappeared into nothingness. With the ancient Jedi's words still fresh in their minds. Master Skywalker reluctantly, looked over the list. "So many names." He remarked aloud. "There has to be more than a thousand names on this list." "About seventeen thousand." Dorshe's mind opened to reach out to the embryo's past the door they stood at. Her steel eyes then met Yoda's blue ones. "Give or take a few?" Master Skywalker, while curious to see what lies behind the oval hatch, would rather see it with his own eyes. "R2 open the door." Then the adventurous droid, eager to fulfill this wish, twisted his interface latch, and the large round door split open. "By the Force!" Master Skywalker exclaimed, as the trio became overwhelmed by what they saw. A vast, almost endless hall made of transparent steel, and outside the hall, great pillars several of them with many layers that led up to a flat point all retaining hundreds of tiny stasis tubes inside their clear structures. Like the great pyramids of Yarvin Four. Dorshe' thought, but the hall began to light up, and then the room around it lit up as well. Unveiling even more stasis tubes, each containing a different clone, a different species, and a different life. The Jedi walked to the end of the hall, sensing the thousand slumbering life's around them. "It's like touching the minds of children." Yoda remarked. "That's because they are children Yoda." Dorshe's responded to her friend, noting that the embryos were actually in a fetal, not embryonic state. That's when a great light flashed over the band of investigators, it was a slow, slightly blinding, but harmless light that seemed to have flown past them. "What was th." Yoda was then interrupted by the voice of an unknown person, being projected from the hall around them." "This is a warning, installed by safety protocol, one-one-six, of desired entrance into a cloning laboratory. Currently sections 'Beta' and 'Delta', are advised to be taken into consideration, once entry into the laboratory in obtained." The Jedi scanned their surroundings to find no one. "Must be a recording?" Master Skywalker mentioned, before the voice could continue. "Section Beta of the safety protocol states that at no time is a unregistered droid allowed entry into the laboratory at any time without prior advisement to Tipoca's city computer of assignment, and occupational management for 'Artificial Lifeform' This statement just about sent R2 into an uproar, he had no problem being called a droid, or a robot., but artificial was what really ticked him off. "Calm down, R2 no sense in getting angry over a Two-thousand year old recording." The droid's temper yielded but didn't extinguish. "See if you can go find away to shut it off." R2 was more than willing to rip a few wires on this computer's voice box, and set off for the door at the end of the hall to share his circuits. The voice continued. "Section Delta of the safety protocol clearly states, that at no time should a person of any race." R2 found a maintenance panel, but instead of simply interfacing with the circuits he brandished one of his laser emitters. ".who is carrying and unborn individual or unborn individuals, be allowed access to the labora." the droid fired a blast, as if the panel were the voice itself, silencing its ignorance. Usually, Yoda would condone his droid's harsh action, but he was befuddled by the voice's last statement. "Why would it think one us is pregn." Skywalker found him at a bigger lost for words than the reordering as he turned to his long haired Jedi cohort with the confused look. "Dorshe'? Are you with child?" She tried, but couldn't hide the truth from her colleague, her friend. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, she had to tell him now. "Yes." "But how?" Yoda soon realizing he would have to ask this difficult question. "Who's the father." He sensed the pain rising in her as R2 rolled up to see what the Jedi were doing. "Pacres is, was the father." "Oh, Dorshe' I'm so sorry" Her own husband of course you idiot but how were you to know. She didn't tell you and Pacres died two months ago, on the same mission we were sent to finish. The reality of her unusual behavior aside, Yoda embraced his friend who's wounds he just reopened. "When did this happen?" Her sense of humor returning to her. "Since when did I ever tell you what I did with my husband in our bed chambers." Now realizing his miss-wording. Yoda pushed his fellow Jedi master away till he was just holding her by the her own shoulders. "No, not that I mean when did you find out you wer." Master Skywalker, Master Oden. Master Chevacca's voice entered their minds abruptly. We have a situation, we have sensed a dark presence in the city. We believe it to be the Sith again. He was correct, there was a dark presence on Kamino, not Kamino but inside Tipoca as well. Understood Chevacca, I and Master Oden are heading back to you position, Keep your guard up!