CHAPTER 8
Master Amtlar, now dawned in his Jedi duty tunic, stood firmly upon the command platform in the Bridge of the Perseverance. The great ship, led the other four ships of the Jedi fleet to the lost system of Kamino. Thanks given to Master Ulomar and Master Crebbem's efforts in discovering this ghost star, just prior to the fleet's departure from Coruscant. They had said they found a gravity-well between a few other systems in the mid-rim which also coincided with the coordinates sent by Master Chevacca. This made Master Amltar spend a great deal of the trip in Hyperspace trying to contemplate how a solar system so close to the Inner core, could have remained unfound for so long. In all the time since the formation of the New Republic, the boarders of every rim have expanded substantially, still leaving more planets to be discovered in the outer-rims, and unknown territories, but the mid- rim. That was thought to have been fully charted back in the days of the Old Republic and even the darker times of the Emperor's reign. Hopefully Master Skywalker and the others would have some answers. "Master Amtlar!" Master Jhellow rotated her chair to deliver her news to the Jedi in command. "The Everlasting is responding to our hail, it's Master Skywalker asking for your audience." The Mon Calamari became curious, he had hoped he would not have to resort to violence, but he would let that depend on the situation of the Everlasting's crew. "Put him through the holo-projector." The fish headed Jedi about faced to the projection that emitted right next to his own person. "What is of concern Master Skywalker?" "Nothing at this time Master Amtlar, but I do regret to confirm that our thought of a Sith resurgence is true!" The Bridge of Jedi officers turned their attention to the projection of Yoda, eyes widened by his revelation. "I and associates had just encountered a group of Sith warriors. We were fortunate that we managed to defeat them, but two of the attackers managed to retreat aboard one of their vessels. Have you scanned any other ships in the system?" Baldos Amtlar turned his attention to a grey Twi' lek Jedi manning the Perseverance's science station, "I have yet to pick anything up on sensors Master Amtlar" the large eyed Jedi returned to the projection of Yoda. "My ship doesn't sense anything on scanners. It is most likely that the perpetrators of your attack have left the system." Skywalker let out a sigh of distraught. They got away. He thought, but set that matter aside and brought a new one too Baldos's attention. "Baldos, I will need you and any other commanders of your fleet to meet me on the surface of the fourth planet. We have made an amazing discovery down here.
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As if his eyes weren't large enough, Master Amtlar couldn't help but be astonished by what Master Skywalker had shown him. An entire genetic archive of beings from a long since dead Republic, such a gigantic number of differing species, all no more aware of their own surrounding then if they were actually in the womb. "By the Force!, how many of them are there?" "By Master Dorshe's estimations about seventeen thousand, eight hundred and ninety three." He expelled to the Amtlar and his group of Jedi commanders consisting of Master Jhellow, and several other Jedi nobles. "Fifthteen thousand, seven hundred and twenty nine of which are Jedi replicas." A few minutes ago, Yoda had R2 replay the message left by Tuan We and Quinlan Vos to newly arrived band of Jedi in hopes that they would understand why he feels the Force led him here to find this 'Back up Republic'. "I strongly believe that the Force guided us to find these clones, in hopes that we could use them to benefit the Republic and the Order." "In other words." one of the unnamed officers added her own interpretation of Master Skywalker's statement. ".you believe that these clones are meant to fulfill the prophecy of 'The Old Sun'." "Yes I do, with the resurgence of the Sith now evident, I have no doubt in my mind that this generation of replicas could help sustain the balance of the force." Master Jhellows decided to speack of the moment. "Whether or not these beings were meant to fulfill a prophecy is beside the point at this time. They are alive, in stasis yes, but still living. We are bound by our mandate as Jedi to assist them." Master Skywalker agreed with T'sa's logical assessment. "Master Jhellows is correct, if we were to leave these clones in their current state they would eventually die or worse. The Sith could return to this city and might stumble upon this facility as we did." His eyes sharpened at the seriousness of his thought that choked at his heart. "There is no telling what they could do with an army of Force sensitive clones." And despite the bright lights that filled the glass hallway of the stasis chamber, it seemed to overflow with and eerie truth." Master Amtlar turned to his associates; so as to give his orders clearly. "Hail your ships, tell them to land and to prepare to take on cargo." "Master Amltar." another of the Jedi officers raised her question to the Fleet Master. ". I don't believe our ships can retain that many stasis units." The Mon Calamari answered clearer than his first order. "Then you will have to make room!"
* * * Duconar is an industrial but clean world. Blue skies, clear waters and healthy plant life, but Duconar was covered by a dark cloud of evil. Recently recognized by the Galactic Senate as one of the few newly discovered, sovereign worlds of the outer-rim, it is also home to the resurging Sith order. At this time deep under the surface of Duconar's lush green valleys in a fortress absent of light Jiles is facing the consequences for his failure, at the hands of the Master herself. "YAAAAaaaaggghhh!" voice strained as his cries fell upon deaf ears. All the horrible memories of his life filled his mind, all at once and a thousand times more vivid, void of all the happy experiences, not that their were many to begin with. The flashes of his evil past flew back into his mind with such a savage impact that blood began to run from his ears. "Stop Master, please I didn't mean for the Jedi t." the Master enhanced his pain, not a being to even contemplate pity. As his pain grew, her power grew more in a never ending union of hate, and then for no reason but her own she yielded. "I hope you understand my loss in faith of you my old student." She turned to her throne, a blockish stone carved by the Dark side to fit her fragile body specifically. "You failed me Oiket, I gave you one simple mission, then your inability to succeed in that, led to another which you were unable to fulfill as well." She sat back in her throne, now deep in meditation as to let the dark side guide what she should do with her follower. Her eyes opened, she didn't know why she was to do it but she will never underestimate the Dark side of the Force. "I have listened to the Dark side, and it has ordered that I spare your life." As the blood stopped running from his head, Jiles rose to his knees, and bowed his head to his master. "Thank you Master, I will not fail you again." "You'd better hope not boy!" his head snapped back at the Masters bluntness. "I'll give you one more chance to prove your worth as a Sith." Jiles lifted his full attention to the Master. "Now listen closely for you will need all that is at your current disposal to complete this mission."
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The Galactic Senate chamber was ready to begin its procedures for the day. Like in the days of the Old republic, each world of the Republic had a representative, and with that a hover podium so they might have an audience of the assembly, but not all was like the Old Republic in this new day and age. Unlike the Republic of two thousand past, the New Republic was not headed by a single individual. Instead the Galactic assembly was regulated by five thoughtfully selected chair members, one of which would act as a foreman. Announcing votes or the passing of legislation that was approved by the Senate, this senior board of Chancellors rarely held a vote of their own. That would rely on how quick a certain vote took to pass, or the level importance it was granted. Today's assembly might put those powers to work. Earlier this day, Supreme Chancellor Majel Antilles was informed that the Jedi council had taken priority over a matter of extreme controversy. Apparently on a recent mission to uncover the possibility of a Sith revival, they had infact managed stumble upon, a vast archive of somewhat developed clones, which are now under the protection at the Jedi Temple here on Coruscant. Even after the horrors of the Clone wars, so many years ago, the Galaxy had just started to heal from its inflicted wounds. The Supreme Chancellor knew that this would be a long debate, as she began to step into her executive podium with her fellow chancellors. Her duty as forewoman was a simple seat to fill after Egim Qulorp retired, but she felt today would not be a simple day. Each of the chancellors took their seats, and she then gave the okay for Chancellor Vek, an Ithorian, to activate the anti-inertia thrusters that would lower their podium into the Assembly chamber. At first the small craft unbuckled its security clamps, then it slowly hovered its way down to its landing port suspended directly in the middle of the chamber. "Good day!" She announced over the chamber's voice amplifiers, to a surprisingly calm attentive mass of representatives as the Chancellors podium made its landing. "On behalf of the board of chancellors I would personally like to thank every one of you for their presence here today and while I can understand that many of you have very heavy feelings over this matter, I also understand that the Jedi do nothing without best of intentions." Majel turned to her right as she waved to a special representative podium. "That is why the board recognizes the Representative Master Dorshe' Oden of the Jedi High Council to speak on behalf of the order itself." Another attribute the New Republic compared to the old, was that the Jedi order had its own podium in the Galactic Assembly. This was due in part that the Jedi now roughly equaled one-fifth of the New Republic's population, but mostly because the republic would not be what it was if not for the Jedi and their all powerful Force. The Jedi representative podium hovered its way from its docking port till it was floating just in front of the executive craft. Dorshe' was joined by Master Skywalker along with Masters Chevacca and Amtlar. She had spoken before the Assembly thousand of times before, it was her duty as the Jedi Council's Ambassador to the Republic legislation, but she knew that today her words may have a long lasting affect on the government. "My fellow representatives, I will get to the point. About Two days ago, I and four other of my fellow Jedi set off on a mission to investigate the supposed resurrection of the evil Sith Order." This caused the room to fill with mixed reaction, none of them out of order by the legislation's mandate, but none of them positive either. Master Oden waited for the representatives to calm themselves before she decided to continue. "While on route to the unknown-territory to research this possibility further, our ship sustained damage due to espionage, forcing me and my associates to land on the lost planet of Kamino, in a forgotten solar system not far of the Rishi Maze in the mid-rim." The representatives reacted silently this time so as to hear the Jedi's story. "While our ship was being treated for repairs. I and my cohort Master Yoda Skywalker." she waved her left hand to point out the short haired blonde man sitting behind her. ".decided to search the city where we landed for any signs of its population. Little did we know that we would end up making the discovery that brings us here at this time." She took a deep breathe then continued on. "I and Master Yoda had stumbled upon a veritable time-capsule. It was a grand collection of clones all from the failing days of the Old republic, consisting of senators, dignitaries and Jedi. They were to serve as a tribute to their fallen templates who suffered in the Galactic Civil war." Dorshe' reached into one of her few utility poaches that was secured to her belt and pulled out a small data patch. "With the permission of the high Chancellors, I wish to play a recording left by the creator of these replicas to provide the Assembly some insight into our actions." The Chancellors took a second to discuss this amongst themselves, and then Forewoman Antilles spoke to the representatives. "Dose anyone here oppose this viewing?" she waited for a response but got silence in return, Majel looked to Master Oden then gave her an affirming nod. Dorshe' eager to play the recording, placed the data patch into an interface slit. Then the image of Tuan We was projected over the Chancellor's podium, ten times larger than previously viewed so the Assembly could clearly see the message that had been left. Then Master Oden pressed a key on her podium control panel and the Kaminoan's voice filled the large room as she told her story. The chamber filled with reactions from Tuan We's words, as the recording continued Dorshe' noticed the looks on the other representative's faces. She could sense their emotions, most of interest, some of confusion, and a few of fear. This was her enemy now! Fear, it leads to anger and anger leads to the dark side. Just before the recording could mention anything of Quinlan Vos or the 'Old Sun Prophecy', Dorshe' carefully timed the cut off of the projection so as to make it look natural. The last thing she needed now was force feeding old Jedi tales to a room with liberal species in attendance. They would laugh the Jedi out of the Assembly, and mistake that for their true motivation for taking the Clones, which at least in Master Oden's mind, it was! "And there you have it! Once more on behalf of the Order I would be happy to take any questions at this time." "As you wish, does the Assembly have any questions for the Jedi Representative before we take a vote on this matter?" the senate waited a moment, the chancellors over looking their readouts for anyone calling permission to speak to the Assembly. The Naboo podium was first to respond. "The Board of Chancellors now recognizes the Representative Tidre Miffes from Naboo!" "Thank you High Chancellor, Master Oden I'm curious what will you do with these clones under your possession?" "Those who contain a high enough Midiclorean count will be adopted by members of the Order and raised in the teachings of the Jedi." "I see and what of the clones who don't meet those requirements to become a Jedi?" "We are currently scanning and testing all of the replicas as we speak. We are also seeing if they have any existing descendents, if so we will see that they are returned to their respective homeworlds. Anyone of the clones who don't have living family and are tested not Force, the Order will do its best to see that they find their way into safe adoptive families." "I see, thank you for your time." "No, thank you for your compassion." The Naboo podium then proceeded to dock into its holding port, as another light registered on the Chancellor's screen. "The Board now recognizes the Representative Bruce Calrissian of Bespin" "Thank you most honorable Supreme Chancellor!..." the attractive dark haired man shot Majel Antilles a broad smile, and a wink as he began to address his question. ".Dear Master Oden, You mentioned that your ship had sustained damage on your investigation of the issue of the Sith rebirth. Please if I may? How did your ship become so damaged?" Dorshe' gave the man a stone face for she knew her next statement would not set well with the Assembly. "Because the Sith sabotaged our engines." This sent the chamber in a upheaval, but Dorshe' and the other Jedi kept their composure as Chancellor Antilles tried to sway the room to calm themselves. "Order! Order! Let there be order in this Assembly! NOW!" her final word silenced the chamber, displaying just why she was the Forewoman over the Assembly. She began to recompose herself then returned her attention to the Bespin podium. "Anything else you wish to add Mr. Calrissian?" "No your honor." He choked. "I'm satisfied." And he returned to his designated docking port. The chancellors now focused on the Jedi Podium before them, as Forewoman Antilles addressed Dorshe'. "Are we aware that you are basing your assumption of the Sith revival on an act of terrorism. What evidence can you provide to prove your statement Master Jedi." Knowing Dorshe' would have to cross this bridge Master Skywalker interjected with a data patch of his own. "This you're Honor!" Yoda then placed the patch in the same slit as Master Oden had earlier, and pressed the 'Display' key and several images off the battle on Kamino rotated in the open space of the grand chamber. "These were taken from ours ship's surveillance scopes." He announced. ".they depict a battle that we pursued against a band a men dressed in black and wielding Lightsabres, the traditional weapon of the Jedi and the Sith. After they sabotaged our ship they tracked us to the planet Kamino in an attempt to subdue me and my companions. But they failed, currently there are two bodies in our possession now undergoing postmortem investigation. Those corpses were part of that group who tried to assassinate us on Kamino." The Chancellor was without words for the moment, realizing that she was correct after all; this was going to be a long day!
Bretew sat in his new self claimed office, his legs crossed and propped on Jiles's old desk, soaking in his promotion as he lit a death stick. With Jilse gone to confront the Master in person to beg forgiveness for his failure to kill the Jedi on Kamino, he took a puff as he realized the slick haired human would not return. Little did the red Nitko actually know that Jiles was still alive and making his way back to his office, that's when Bretew sensed his presence, for he himself was shocked to discover that the human remained breathing. He didn't even bother to remove himself from the leather chair, as Jiles entered the dark room aboard the invisible Sith destroyer. With a grimace like no other, he headed straight for the Sith Knight occupying his favorite chair as the light was sealed from outside the black empty room. Bretew turned his head to greet Jiles, mocking him. "So how did your meeting with th.Gahk!" Jiles's eyes began to burn with pure hatred as he lifted the ignorant alien from his seat by his throat, not even laying a hand on Bretew, Jiles reclaimed his seat as the spiked being floated above his silver desk. "Don't you dare think I'm stupid enough not to catch on to what you're up to!" Jiles shot to an immobile Bretew. " Gak.'Cough'.Hgrmmm." Jiles tightened his grip around Bretew's scaly neck. "You want me gone, fine! You can expect no lees from my feelings for you!" He released Bretew from his invisible grip, and took internal joy from watching him fall into the cold metallic floor." But deception among our order is what devastated our ancestors, they let their petty rivalries get the better of them and in return the Sith fell to the Jedi." He met the eyes of the rising Bretew's, still nursing his sore neck. "If we are to succeed in the destruction of the Jedi Order, we must put our hatred aside for another time, so as not to divert the Sith from achieving true 'Glory'. The reptile complied with a nod as he folded his hands behind his Back. "What does the Master wish of us this time?" Jiles leaned back in his seat, giving off a pleasing smile. "I' am glad you asked." He pulled out a small touch panel, and placed it on his desk, lightly pushing it over to his colleague. Bretew took the Panel in the same hand he used to cradle his sore, he looked over the text and a smile grew on his face as Jiles continued. "Do you understand our new mission my friend?" Bretew first responded with a wide grin and then complied. "Yes, I do my friend!" "Good now go assemble a new task force we will need everything under the Master's disposal to achieve this mission." He rotated his chair to the view of Duconar that lie upon his large view port as Bretew began to exit. "Bretew, I will not accept failure on this mission, not from myself or anyone under me! Understood!" Jiles then picked up Bretew's death stick so as to calm his nerves, he took one deep inhale. The Nitko continued walking out as light slipped into the office he complied once more. "Yes, quite clear!" Then darkness fluttered from the room as Bretew left, a blackness nowhere equaled to that of Jiles's heart.
Master Amtlar, now dawned in his Jedi duty tunic, stood firmly upon the command platform in the Bridge of the Perseverance. The great ship, led the other four ships of the Jedi fleet to the lost system of Kamino. Thanks given to Master Ulomar and Master Crebbem's efforts in discovering this ghost star, just prior to the fleet's departure from Coruscant. They had said they found a gravity-well between a few other systems in the mid-rim which also coincided with the coordinates sent by Master Chevacca. This made Master Amltar spend a great deal of the trip in Hyperspace trying to contemplate how a solar system so close to the Inner core, could have remained unfound for so long. In all the time since the formation of the New Republic, the boarders of every rim have expanded substantially, still leaving more planets to be discovered in the outer-rims, and unknown territories, but the mid- rim. That was thought to have been fully charted back in the days of the Old Republic and even the darker times of the Emperor's reign. Hopefully Master Skywalker and the others would have some answers. "Master Amtlar!" Master Jhellow rotated her chair to deliver her news to the Jedi in command. "The Everlasting is responding to our hail, it's Master Skywalker asking for your audience." The Mon Calamari became curious, he had hoped he would not have to resort to violence, but he would let that depend on the situation of the Everlasting's crew. "Put him through the holo-projector." The fish headed Jedi about faced to the projection that emitted right next to his own person. "What is of concern Master Skywalker?" "Nothing at this time Master Amtlar, but I do regret to confirm that our thought of a Sith resurgence is true!" The Bridge of Jedi officers turned their attention to the projection of Yoda, eyes widened by his revelation. "I and associates had just encountered a group of Sith warriors. We were fortunate that we managed to defeat them, but two of the attackers managed to retreat aboard one of their vessels. Have you scanned any other ships in the system?" Baldos Amtlar turned his attention to a grey Twi' lek Jedi manning the Perseverance's science station, "I have yet to pick anything up on sensors Master Amtlar" the large eyed Jedi returned to the projection of Yoda. "My ship doesn't sense anything on scanners. It is most likely that the perpetrators of your attack have left the system." Skywalker let out a sigh of distraught. They got away. He thought, but set that matter aside and brought a new one too Baldos's attention. "Baldos, I will need you and any other commanders of your fleet to meet me on the surface of the fourth planet. We have made an amazing discovery down here.
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As if his eyes weren't large enough, Master Amtlar couldn't help but be astonished by what Master Skywalker had shown him. An entire genetic archive of beings from a long since dead Republic, such a gigantic number of differing species, all no more aware of their own surrounding then if they were actually in the womb. "By the Force!, how many of them are there?" "By Master Dorshe's estimations about seventeen thousand, eight hundred and ninety three." He expelled to the Amtlar and his group of Jedi commanders consisting of Master Jhellow, and several other Jedi nobles. "Fifthteen thousand, seven hundred and twenty nine of which are Jedi replicas." A few minutes ago, Yoda had R2 replay the message left by Tuan We and Quinlan Vos to newly arrived band of Jedi in hopes that they would understand why he feels the Force led him here to find this 'Back up Republic'. "I strongly believe that the Force guided us to find these clones, in hopes that we could use them to benefit the Republic and the Order." "In other words." one of the unnamed officers added her own interpretation of Master Skywalker's statement. ".you believe that these clones are meant to fulfill the prophecy of 'The Old Sun'." "Yes I do, with the resurgence of the Sith now evident, I have no doubt in my mind that this generation of replicas could help sustain the balance of the force." Master Jhellows decided to speack of the moment. "Whether or not these beings were meant to fulfill a prophecy is beside the point at this time. They are alive, in stasis yes, but still living. We are bound by our mandate as Jedi to assist them." Master Skywalker agreed with T'sa's logical assessment. "Master Jhellows is correct, if we were to leave these clones in their current state they would eventually die or worse. The Sith could return to this city and might stumble upon this facility as we did." His eyes sharpened at the seriousness of his thought that choked at his heart. "There is no telling what they could do with an army of Force sensitive clones." And despite the bright lights that filled the glass hallway of the stasis chamber, it seemed to overflow with and eerie truth." Master Amtlar turned to his associates; so as to give his orders clearly. "Hail your ships, tell them to land and to prepare to take on cargo." "Master Amltar." another of the Jedi officers raised her question to the Fleet Master. ". I don't believe our ships can retain that many stasis units." The Mon Calamari answered clearer than his first order. "Then you will have to make room!"
* * * Duconar is an industrial but clean world. Blue skies, clear waters and healthy plant life, but Duconar was covered by a dark cloud of evil. Recently recognized by the Galactic Senate as one of the few newly discovered, sovereign worlds of the outer-rim, it is also home to the resurging Sith order. At this time deep under the surface of Duconar's lush green valleys in a fortress absent of light Jiles is facing the consequences for his failure, at the hands of the Master herself. "YAAAAaaaaggghhh!" voice strained as his cries fell upon deaf ears. All the horrible memories of his life filled his mind, all at once and a thousand times more vivid, void of all the happy experiences, not that their were many to begin with. The flashes of his evil past flew back into his mind with such a savage impact that blood began to run from his ears. "Stop Master, please I didn't mean for the Jedi t." the Master enhanced his pain, not a being to even contemplate pity. As his pain grew, her power grew more in a never ending union of hate, and then for no reason but her own she yielded. "I hope you understand my loss in faith of you my old student." She turned to her throne, a blockish stone carved by the Dark side to fit her fragile body specifically. "You failed me Oiket, I gave you one simple mission, then your inability to succeed in that, led to another which you were unable to fulfill as well." She sat back in her throne, now deep in meditation as to let the dark side guide what she should do with her follower. Her eyes opened, she didn't know why she was to do it but she will never underestimate the Dark side of the Force. "I have listened to the Dark side, and it has ordered that I spare your life." As the blood stopped running from his head, Jiles rose to his knees, and bowed his head to his master. "Thank you Master, I will not fail you again." "You'd better hope not boy!" his head snapped back at the Masters bluntness. "I'll give you one more chance to prove your worth as a Sith." Jiles lifted his full attention to the Master. "Now listen closely for you will need all that is at your current disposal to complete this mission."
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The Galactic Senate chamber was ready to begin its procedures for the day. Like in the days of the Old republic, each world of the Republic had a representative, and with that a hover podium so they might have an audience of the assembly, but not all was like the Old Republic in this new day and age. Unlike the Republic of two thousand past, the New Republic was not headed by a single individual. Instead the Galactic assembly was regulated by five thoughtfully selected chair members, one of which would act as a foreman. Announcing votes or the passing of legislation that was approved by the Senate, this senior board of Chancellors rarely held a vote of their own. That would rely on how quick a certain vote took to pass, or the level importance it was granted. Today's assembly might put those powers to work. Earlier this day, Supreme Chancellor Majel Antilles was informed that the Jedi council had taken priority over a matter of extreme controversy. Apparently on a recent mission to uncover the possibility of a Sith revival, they had infact managed stumble upon, a vast archive of somewhat developed clones, which are now under the protection at the Jedi Temple here on Coruscant. Even after the horrors of the Clone wars, so many years ago, the Galaxy had just started to heal from its inflicted wounds. The Supreme Chancellor knew that this would be a long debate, as she began to step into her executive podium with her fellow chancellors. Her duty as forewoman was a simple seat to fill after Egim Qulorp retired, but she felt today would not be a simple day. Each of the chancellors took their seats, and she then gave the okay for Chancellor Vek, an Ithorian, to activate the anti-inertia thrusters that would lower their podium into the Assembly chamber. At first the small craft unbuckled its security clamps, then it slowly hovered its way down to its landing port suspended directly in the middle of the chamber. "Good day!" She announced over the chamber's voice amplifiers, to a surprisingly calm attentive mass of representatives as the Chancellors podium made its landing. "On behalf of the board of chancellors I would personally like to thank every one of you for their presence here today and while I can understand that many of you have very heavy feelings over this matter, I also understand that the Jedi do nothing without best of intentions." Majel turned to her right as she waved to a special representative podium. "That is why the board recognizes the Representative Master Dorshe' Oden of the Jedi High Council to speak on behalf of the order itself." Another attribute the New Republic compared to the old, was that the Jedi order had its own podium in the Galactic Assembly. This was due in part that the Jedi now roughly equaled one-fifth of the New Republic's population, but mostly because the republic would not be what it was if not for the Jedi and their all powerful Force. The Jedi representative podium hovered its way from its docking port till it was floating just in front of the executive craft. Dorshe' was joined by Master Skywalker along with Masters Chevacca and Amtlar. She had spoken before the Assembly thousand of times before, it was her duty as the Jedi Council's Ambassador to the Republic legislation, but she knew that today her words may have a long lasting affect on the government. "My fellow representatives, I will get to the point. About Two days ago, I and four other of my fellow Jedi set off on a mission to investigate the supposed resurrection of the evil Sith Order." This caused the room to fill with mixed reaction, none of them out of order by the legislation's mandate, but none of them positive either. Master Oden waited for the representatives to calm themselves before she decided to continue. "While on route to the unknown-territory to research this possibility further, our ship sustained damage due to espionage, forcing me and my associates to land on the lost planet of Kamino, in a forgotten solar system not far of the Rishi Maze in the mid-rim." The representatives reacted silently this time so as to hear the Jedi's story. "While our ship was being treated for repairs. I and my cohort Master Yoda Skywalker." she waved her left hand to point out the short haired blonde man sitting behind her. ".decided to search the city where we landed for any signs of its population. Little did we know that we would end up making the discovery that brings us here at this time." She took a deep breathe then continued on. "I and Master Yoda had stumbled upon a veritable time-capsule. It was a grand collection of clones all from the failing days of the Old republic, consisting of senators, dignitaries and Jedi. They were to serve as a tribute to their fallen templates who suffered in the Galactic Civil war." Dorshe' reached into one of her few utility poaches that was secured to her belt and pulled out a small data patch. "With the permission of the high Chancellors, I wish to play a recording left by the creator of these replicas to provide the Assembly some insight into our actions." The Chancellors took a second to discuss this amongst themselves, and then Forewoman Antilles spoke to the representatives. "Dose anyone here oppose this viewing?" she waited for a response but got silence in return, Majel looked to Master Oden then gave her an affirming nod. Dorshe' eager to play the recording, placed the data patch into an interface slit. Then the image of Tuan We was projected over the Chancellor's podium, ten times larger than previously viewed so the Assembly could clearly see the message that had been left. Then Master Oden pressed a key on her podium control panel and the Kaminoan's voice filled the large room as she told her story. The chamber filled with reactions from Tuan We's words, as the recording continued Dorshe' noticed the looks on the other representative's faces. She could sense their emotions, most of interest, some of confusion, and a few of fear. This was her enemy now! Fear, it leads to anger and anger leads to the dark side. Just before the recording could mention anything of Quinlan Vos or the 'Old Sun Prophecy', Dorshe' carefully timed the cut off of the projection so as to make it look natural. The last thing she needed now was force feeding old Jedi tales to a room with liberal species in attendance. They would laugh the Jedi out of the Assembly, and mistake that for their true motivation for taking the Clones, which at least in Master Oden's mind, it was! "And there you have it! Once more on behalf of the Order I would be happy to take any questions at this time." "As you wish, does the Assembly have any questions for the Jedi Representative before we take a vote on this matter?" the senate waited a moment, the chancellors over looking their readouts for anyone calling permission to speak to the Assembly. The Naboo podium was first to respond. "The Board of Chancellors now recognizes the Representative Tidre Miffes from Naboo!" "Thank you High Chancellor, Master Oden I'm curious what will you do with these clones under your possession?" "Those who contain a high enough Midiclorean count will be adopted by members of the Order and raised in the teachings of the Jedi." "I see and what of the clones who don't meet those requirements to become a Jedi?" "We are currently scanning and testing all of the replicas as we speak. We are also seeing if they have any existing descendents, if so we will see that they are returned to their respective homeworlds. Anyone of the clones who don't have living family and are tested not Force, the Order will do its best to see that they find their way into safe adoptive families." "I see, thank you for your time." "No, thank you for your compassion." The Naboo podium then proceeded to dock into its holding port, as another light registered on the Chancellor's screen. "The Board now recognizes the Representative Bruce Calrissian of Bespin" "Thank you most honorable Supreme Chancellor!..." the attractive dark haired man shot Majel Antilles a broad smile, and a wink as he began to address his question. ".Dear Master Oden, You mentioned that your ship had sustained damage on your investigation of the issue of the Sith rebirth. Please if I may? How did your ship become so damaged?" Dorshe' gave the man a stone face for she knew her next statement would not set well with the Assembly. "Because the Sith sabotaged our engines." This sent the chamber in a upheaval, but Dorshe' and the other Jedi kept their composure as Chancellor Antilles tried to sway the room to calm themselves. "Order! Order! Let there be order in this Assembly! NOW!" her final word silenced the chamber, displaying just why she was the Forewoman over the Assembly. She began to recompose herself then returned her attention to the Bespin podium. "Anything else you wish to add Mr. Calrissian?" "No your honor." He choked. "I'm satisfied." And he returned to his designated docking port. The chancellors now focused on the Jedi Podium before them, as Forewoman Antilles addressed Dorshe'. "Are we aware that you are basing your assumption of the Sith revival on an act of terrorism. What evidence can you provide to prove your statement Master Jedi." Knowing Dorshe' would have to cross this bridge Master Skywalker interjected with a data patch of his own. "This you're Honor!" Yoda then placed the patch in the same slit as Master Oden had earlier, and pressed the 'Display' key and several images off the battle on Kamino rotated in the open space of the grand chamber. "These were taken from ours ship's surveillance scopes." He announced. ".they depict a battle that we pursued against a band a men dressed in black and wielding Lightsabres, the traditional weapon of the Jedi and the Sith. After they sabotaged our ship they tracked us to the planet Kamino in an attempt to subdue me and my companions. But they failed, currently there are two bodies in our possession now undergoing postmortem investigation. Those corpses were part of that group who tried to assassinate us on Kamino." The Chancellor was without words for the moment, realizing that she was correct after all; this was going to be a long day!
Bretew sat in his new self claimed office, his legs crossed and propped on Jiles's old desk, soaking in his promotion as he lit a death stick. With Jilse gone to confront the Master in person to beg forgiveness for his failure to kill the Jedi on Kamino, he took a puff as he realized the slick haired human would not return. Little did the red Nitko actually know that Jiles was still alive and making his way back to his office, that's when Bretew sensed his presence, for he himself was shocked to discover that the human remained breathing. He didn't even bother to remove himself from the leather chair, as Jiles entered the dark room aboard the invisible Sith destroyer. With a grimace like no other, he headed straight for the Sith Knight occupying his favorite chair as the light was sealed from outside the black empty room. Bretew turned his head to greet Jiles, mocking him. "So how did your meeting with th.Gahk!" Jiles's eyes began to burn with pure hatred as he lifted the ignorant alien from his seat by his throat, not even laying a hand on Bretew, Jiles reclaimed his seat as the spiked being floated above his silver desk. "Don't you dare think I'm stupid enough not to catch on to what you're up to!" Jiles shot to an immobile Bretew. " Gak.'Cough'.Hgrmmm." Jiles tightened his grip around Bretew's scaly neck. "You want me gone, fine! You can expect no lees from my feelings for you!" He released Bretew from his invisible grip, and took internal joy from watching him fall into the cold metallic floor." But deception among our order is what devastated our ancestors, they let their petty rivalries get the better of them and in return the Sith fell to the Jedi." He met the eyes of the rising Bretew's, still nursing his sore neck. "If we are to succeed in the destruction of the Jedi Order, we must put our hatred aside for another time, so as not to divert the Sith from achieving true 'Glory'. The reptile complied with a nod as he folded his hands behind his Back. "What does the Master wish of us this time?" Jiles leaned back in his seat, giving off a pleasing smile. "I' am glad you asked." He pulled out a small touch panel, and placed it on his desk, lightly pushing it over to his colleague. Bretew took the Panel in the same hand he used to cradle his sore, he looked over the text and a smile grew on his face as Jiles continued. "Do you understand our new mission my friend?" Bretew first responded with a wide grin and then complied. "Yes, I do my friend!" "Good now go assemble a new task force we will need everything under the Master's disposal to achieve this mission." He rotated his chair to the view of Duconar that lie upon his large view port as Bretew began to exit. "Bretew, I will not accept failure on this mission, not from myself or anyone under me! Understood!" Jiles then picked up Bretew's death stick so as to calm his nerves, he took one deep inhale. The Nitko continued walking out as light slipped into the office he complied once more. "Yes, quite clear!" Then darkness fluttered from the room as Bretew left, a blackness nowhere equaled to that of Jiles's heart.