CHAPTER 10
It was dusk in the New Ossus district, the largest single district on all of Coruscant. It was where all the Jedi of the great city-planet dwelled, so as not to remain far from the Temple, located in the center of the residence. Little known to most individuals is that all the buildings in the New Ossus district were constructed together as one giant addition to the Jedi Temple, actually making it the single largest building in the entire republic. An omnificent niche, created to show the Jedi's commitment to the Force, it contained every thing any civilization would need to maintain itself, the Temple, living accommodations, market centers from all over the galaxy and even the incredible science and research labs. Which led to much of the advancement in today's modern technology. It has been said around the planet, that if Coruscant were to collapse, only two things would remain. The tremor roaches and the New Ossus district, but after the Jedi purge during the Galactic Civil War. No one could blame the Jedi for wanting to be somewhat self-reliant. Many coruscantians considered the Jedi a good and respectful people and Grem Venad is a fine example of the Jedi which the people of Coruscant look to when they assess the Order in such a manner. This was his day, Grem had earned this moment after so many years of service for the Order and for the republic. The Temple hall was full this evening with many beings of all walks of life. Faces he knew from his time spent amongst fellow Jedi, and others he only knew through the great bond that is in the Force. All dawned in their formal Jedi attire, except for Grem's family of course he was the first of his lineage to enter into Jedi training, but fortunately not the last prior to his niece's arrival, Grem had gotten word that she had been accepted to undergo the teachings herself, this news only enhanced the Vurk's pleasure as he began to walk down the aisle that would lead him to his inauguration into the status of Jedi noble. He tried his best to remain focused, but Grem couldn't help but look at the people in audience through the corner of his eye. He saw his family, His father overcome with pride that he not dare let the tears he fought back seep during this great celebration, while his mother on the other hand couldn't help but cry as her little hatchling strolled past. Luckily she had his Sister Litroo, there with a handkerchief ready for their overly emotional mother even as her eyes began to water themselves. The young Venad also saw many of his clansmen, from when he first entered the temple, he was the last of them to become a knight but he was also the youngest of the group so his pride didn't diminish because of it. Even Master Skywalker's wife was present, Master Angel Skywalker, and their twins Davis and Anna, there are so many people here, he thought, all here for me? Yes my former apprentice Saliv Romdel entered Grem's mind, all for you and you deserve nothing less, remember that! Yes my Master! I'm not your Master anymore my friend. This realization almost saddened the Vurk's mood, but he could feel nothing but love from the hall full of Jedi. His walk seemed never ending, but Grem could finally see the platform upon which the Jedi Council stood waiting for the young reptilian they would grant knighthood. The twelve Masters aligned themselves in an order parallel to the thin elongated platform. Master Skywalker was present center with Master Chevacca, and guest Master Romdel, Master Oden was there as well in line with the other Masters, between Jhellows at the end and Amtlar nearer to the center. The Vurk had knelt before the Masters as he found his way to the small platform. Then Master Skywalker spoke to the massive cathedral's audience, enhancing his voice to the thousands of people by inserting his voice into their minds. "The Force is everything." he paused. ".And everything is the Force." The Jedi in attendance replied, echoing through out the entire temple itself as starlight soon seeped in the enormous stain glass windows, offering the only light into the room. Yoda turned his focus back to the calm Venad. "Grem Venad, Vurk, of the planet Sembla, Former Padawan of the esteemed Master Saliv Romdel. You have now come to a crossroad that will define a Jedi for the rest of his existence, and quite possibly the universe itself. You are in the presence of your family in the Force, while not all of the Order could be here in this room, they are all with you in the Force, celebrating your great achievement. If you were ever to forget who you were, by all hopes never forget this. They are with you, and you are with them as you always have been, except now you are no longer a student, you are a teacher, a leader, a warrior and most importantly you are Jedi. Go with the Force, It has lead you this far and it will never fail you, for you have yet to deny its embrace. Stronger than any other temptation, any emotion and any evil that you could ever face. It is with a great honor that I bestow upon you the title of Jedi Noble, and all the responsibilities in which are embodied in it. Will you raise your sabre to your former Master's, in its first ignited as the weapon of a Jedi knight." With great content, Grem reached for his Lightsabre, as did Saliv to his weapon, simultaneously igniting their Green and sunfire blades then placing them together in a crossfire of gratitude. "Fellow Jedi and friends alike!" Yoda continued, "I present to you, Grem Venad, Jedi Knight." And the Temple filled with the sounds of joy and appreciation, an endless sea of welcome. "Thank you my Master!" Grem began to tear as he embraced his teacher. "You speak as if this is an ending Grem," he remarked then looked up to his former students parted dark eyes. "This is only your beginning, it's a small galaxy I will see you again, but now let us not look to then. Stay focused on this time for now, you earned it." "Yes.Saliv." The sounds continued as the High Council members made their way to the watchtower.
* * *
Cyphres Station was in essence a huge collection of antique starships that some smuggler decided to weld together and toss in the orbit of a giant rock and just call it a star base. But for some unexplainable reason, all of the galaxies pirates, bounty hunters and general lowlifes seemed to accumulate here. If Jiles Oiket was going to find anyone gullible enough to help him fulfill his mission, he'd definitely find them here. For the right price of course, flying one of the Sith destroyer's many fighters, so as to remain inconspicuous, Jiles landed the small tri-winged craft in one of Cyphres's makeshift hanger bays. There he was greeted by a small hover droid looking for identification. For a smuggler's hideout, the station sure did pride itself with its security. When the drone asked for his identification Jiles responded with. "Jiles Oiket, Sith." The tiny surveillance droid began to shake, then zoomed away from what danger it knew the dark man would bring. He followed the flying robot as it made its way to a large access door, which led onto the Cyphres's promenade. A large grungy room filled with smoke littered air, and even filthier establishments. He couldn't turn a corner without pointing out at least three bars, and they all offered the same items to drink, as if they figured their customers would get so drunk they couldn't find their way back to the same bar. Jiles didn't bother looking in those places, no self respecting bounty hunter would reduce themselves to associating with even that level of scum. That's when the black uniformed Sith ended up where he needed, Grappa the Hutts Twi'lek dancer's club. Probably the one decently managed business on all the station. While it did have Twi'lek slave girls, who are known for their seductive, rhythmic dances that could seduce any man's heart it also contained many other beautiful scantly clad signers and waitresses from any planet that could produce such beautiful women. That's why it wasn't cheap, any man who could afford to board in Grappa's motel had to be a Bounty hunter, or well paid smuggler. Jiles knew this is where he would find the being to help him carry out his actions. He walked up to the entrance of the club, only to be greeted by the face of a smug, snout nosed quad tusked Gamorrean. "Welcome to Grappa's you go." He didn't t even bother to let the creature finish talking, he just waved his hand past the green man's face so as to dull him to his knowledge so Jiles could just head straight in. Jiles wasn't surprised by what he saw, this was not the first time he ever stepped in to a club owned by a Hutt. The room was like most others, many different platforms so the slaves could dance for the customers, each one a different kind of girl, but there were many more girls on the floor serving drinks to all the dazed men. All except one that is, Jiles could see this one man a human of a complexion only equaled to the darkness of the Sith's heart. He was the only one, who sat at a table alone, but he wore a uniform similar to that of a few others in the room but his garb was more decorative than theirs. He was their superior, Jiles could sense it in this man he knew how to get things done, and this was the man he was looking for. Oiket only dawned in his slick black uniform walked up to the man as his leather boots clicked against the steel floor. He then pulled up a chair for himself next to the man with the goatee, and just stared at the human girl dancing before them in a shred of well-placed cloth some might consider clothing acting as if she were truly the focus of his mind. Jiles waited until the man next to him said something before he brought up a conversation. "I prefer to sit alone stranger." "And I'd prefer to get a drink but I'm not going to get that with this kind service." He returned as the man shot Jiles a fowl a sharp expression then proceeded to look him over without moving his head as he reached for his drink. "Let me guess?" he took a sip from his small glass. "You work for a very powerful person who is looking accomplish something that the Republic wouldn't let them do am I right?" "So far." Jiles was impressed by this mans obvious display of his experience. "And who ever you work for sent you here to a place like this to look for people like me and my crew to do what they can't right.?" "Pretty much." "Well then I'll cut to the chase, I expect to be paid no less than I demand, understood?" "You accomplish what my employer wants done, and I guarantee your financial needs will be more than met." "I'll hold you to that stranger." He then inhaled the remnants of his beverage. "Well." Jiles added. "If my employer is going to sign the check, she'll need to know your name." The man gave of Jiles a stare only a Sith could withstand. "Names' Tagro." his eyes sharpend into Jiles's so as to make his name clearly known. ".Tagro Fett." The name did strike a nerve in Oiket, everyone who ever dwelled in the Republic knew of the bounty hunter named Fett, and whether or not this man was his descendent, he could still be feared for even bearing up such a title. "I'm Jiles Oiket, I' am a Sith lord." Jiles waited for a reaction to appear but Tagro remained stone faced as the overhearing dancer above them quietly stepped down from her platform, so as to avoid the dark duo. "So your one of those people, believe in the dark side and all that I assume. So what do you want from me?" A smile grew on Jiles's face. "You Mr. Fett are going to help me strike a personal blow against the Jedi." "How so?" Fett questioned. "Have you heard of the Holonet reports? The Jedi have come into the possession of a large quantity of clones left behind from the days before the Empire. It has come to my employer's attention that there is one clone that she would wish acquire for her own purposes." "What would you have me and my people do about that?" "We'll see to that when you assemble your crew, then I will give you your orders."
There was a calm somber feeling that filled the Jedi watchtower, the council had come together soon after Grem Venad's inauguration into Knighthood. Coruscant was now in nightfall, only the light from the great skyscrapers had filled the sky, welcoming the night with a leash to secure itself. All the members were present to hear what a concerned Master Skywalker wished to address. "We are now fully aware that the Sith resurrection is now a truth. This congregation has be called together to assess are actions against this dark threat." Yoda bowed his head for a moment calling upon the Force's intuition to guide his words further. "What we do know is that over the last thirty years, the former Jedi Master Bretew joined into their evil graces." Chevacca began to claw at the arms of his chair, to surppress his feelings of his former Master. This created an equally disturbing tone amongst the other Masters. "It has also come to our knowledge that over the period of time since Bretew's absence from the Order leading to this day that there have been a number of kidnappings of individuals prior to their entrance into Jedi training. I along with Masters Chevacca and Oden believe that the Sith are responsible for these disappearances." Dorshe' added to Yoda's briefing. "The two Sith corpses we obtained after our battle on Kamino have been identified as Jorex and Dorex Rellings, twin brothers from the planet, New Alderaan. These brothers were on their way to Coruscant to pursue the Jedi teachings when their ship was thought to have been destroyed eighteen years ago." "It is now safe to assume that the Sith have been creating an army for themselves for a propose only to better their needs." Chevacca continued. "There have also been numerous reports of missing persons from planets all over the Republic, none of which have yet to be solved." The council took time to digest what their peers have just divulged. Master Paris Barrings, also of New Alderaan raised his thought on this startling news. "Is there any possible way to believe that Prophecy is coming true, that the clones are to help us combat a possible Sith attack." "I believe that the Force has been preparing us for this attack, before we discovered the replicas." Master Oden added. ".ever since the attack of the Yuuzhan Vong, the Force has gradually taught the Jedi more and more ways to connect through the force. This can explain our huge numbers; there are more Jedi today than there have ever been in all of recorded history. Also we are much more powerful than the Jedis of the past." "Which means that most likely the Sith have grown in their powers as well, in which case we will need all of the Jedi to fight against this new threat." Skywalker concluded. The Council knew that they were preaching the truth. "We should begin to conceive a plan to thwart this Sith incursion." Jhellows stated, practically volunteering to take the Sith this very moment. "Master Jhellows is correct we need to make the proper preparations so as to ready our forces for an attack from Dark side." Amtlar agreed in a calm neutral tone. "I will prepare the fleet and reinforce our Jedi Watchmen for each planet. The Republic should be more than willing to offer any assistance we will need." "Then it will be your responsibility to go to the Republic military branch and request that assistance Master Amtlar." Chevacca included into the Mon Calamari's game plan. "After this meeting, Master Oden will be on leave." "Actually I will go on leave tomorrow; this is my last council meeting. Anything you are planning to do that would involve informing the Senate you will have to handle yourself for a while." "I understand and accept the responsibility you bestow upon me." Baldos bowed his head as a sign of respect for the mother-to-be. "You will be missed Dorshe', and we wish you and your future son the best the Force has to offer." Skywalker included as a tear of gratitude slipped down the beautiful Orveasian's face. Skywalker then began to readdress the council "Now let us go with the force, and ready ourselves for the upcoming confrontation." The Jedi Council departed, knowing what they needed to do. The Force would guide them and they would rely on it and each other to overcome the Dark side. Master Amtlar and Master Jhellows would ready the Jedi Fleet, assigning ships to secure new taskforces and doubling the number of Jedi watchmen for each planet ordering them to be aware of Sith activates. Master Chevacca and the other masters would ready the Jedi training clans, reinforcing the teaching of methods to combat the dark warriors. Master Skywalker would return to his study in the temple, so as to continue his work with the clones, and all the while Dorshe' would be asked to just sit by and give birth to the next generation that would be birthed into this war against evil. Her feelings toward this realization were not fond emotions.
Platog was a very content with his cell, the dug had dwelled in worse holes from his time spent on Dantooine, and even his quarters aboard the Lucky Bantha were nothing compared to the prisons on Coruscant. All he had ever wanted to survive was in his containment room; there was a snytho for his replicated food needs, a holoprojector for news and entertainment uses and even a view of the great planet's industrial landscape. He couldn't imagine a better setup, the only draw back, he was sentenced to just three years luck while Mortep was committed for a minimum of forty years, at least on good behavior. He had it made, and there wasn't any smuggling runs to worry about, no disgruntled employers to deal with and the authorities could now care less of his existence. "Can't get any worse than this right here." He said as he rested his primitive body on the padded concrete bedding. Gazing off into the luscious city night life pass him by as he reaps the benefits of their great governments kind judiciary system.
It was dusk in the New Ossus district, the largest single district on all of Coruscant. It was where all the Jedi of the great city-planet dwelled, so as not to remain far from the Temple, located in the center of the residence. Little known to most individuals is that all the buildings in the New Ossus district were constructed together as one giant addition to the Jedi Temple, actually making it the single largest building in the entire republic. An omnificent niche, created to show the Jedi's commitment to the Force, it contained every thing any civilization would need to maintain itself, the Temple, living accommodations, market centers from all over the galaxy and even the incredible science and research labs. Which led to much of the advancement in today's modern technology. It has been said around the planet, that if Coruscant were to collapse, only two things would remain. The tremor roaches and the New Ossus district, but after the Jedi purge during the Galactic Civil War. No one could blame the Jedi for wanting to be somewhat self-reliant. Many coruscantians considered the Jedi a good and respectful people and Grem Venad is a fine example of the Jedi which the people of Coruscant look to when they assess the Order in such a manner. This was his day, Grem had earned this moment after so many years of service for the Order and for the republic. The Temple hall was full this evening with many beings of all walks of life. Faces he knew from his time spent amongst fellow Jedi, and others he only knew through the great bond that is in the Force. All dawned in their formal Jedi attire, except for Grem's family of course he was the first of his lineage to enter into Jedi training, but fortunately not the last prior to his niece's arrival, Grem had gotten word that she had been accepted to undergo the teachings herself, this news only enhanced the Vurk's pleasure as he began to walk down the aisle that would lead him to his inauguration into the status of Jedi noble. He tried his best to remain focused, but Grem couldn't help but look at the people in audience through the corner of his eye. He saw his family, His father overcome with pride that he not dare let the tears he fought back seep during this great celebration, while his mother on the other hand couldn't help but cry as her little hatchling strolled past. Luckily she had his Sister Litroo, there with a handkerchief ready for their overly emotional mother even as her eyes began to water themselves. The young Venad also saw many of his clansmen, from when he first entered the temple, he was the last of them to become a knight but he was also the youngest of the group so his pride didn't diminish because of it. Even Master Skywalker's wife was present, Master Angel Skywalker, and their twins Davis and Anna, there are so many people here, he thought, all here for me? Yes my former apprentice Saliv Romdel entered Grem's mind, all for you and you deserve nothing less, remember that! Yes my Master! I'm not your Master anymore my friend. This realization almost saddened the Vurk's mood, but he could feel nothing but love from the hall full of Jedi. His walk seemed never ending, but Grem could finally see the platform upon which the Jedi Council stood waiting for the young reptilian they would grant knighthood. The twelve Masters aligned themselves in an order parallel to the thin elongated platform. Master Skywalker was present center with Master Chevacca, and guest Master Romdel, Master Oden was there as well in line with the other Masters, between Jhellows at the end and Amtlar nearer to the center. The Vurk had knelt before the Masters as he found his way to the small platform. Then Master Skywalker spoke to the massive cathedral's audience, enhancing his voice to the thousands of people by inserting his voice into their minds. "The Force is everything." he paused. ".And everything is the Force." The Jedi in attendance replied, echoing through out the entire temple itself as starlight soon seeped in the enormous stain glass windows, offering the only light into the room. Yoda turned his focus back to the calm Venad. "Grem Venad, Vurk, of the planet Sembla, Former Padawan of the esteemed Master Saliv Romdel. You have now come to a crossroad that will define a Jedi for the rest of his existence, and quite possibly the universe itself. You are in the presence of your family in the Force, while not all of the Order could be here in this room, they are all with you in the Force, celebrating your great achievement. If you were ever to forget who you were, by all hopes never forget this. They are with you, and you are with them as you always have been, except now you are no longer a student, you are a teacher, a leader, a warrior and most importantly you are Jedi. Go with the Force, It has lead you this far and it will never fail you, for you have yet to deny its embrace. Stronger than any other temptation, any emotion and any evil that you could ever face. It is with a great honor that I bestow upon you the title of Jedi Noble, and all the responsibilities in which are embodied in it. Will you raise your sabre to your former Master's, in its first ignited as the weapon of a Jedi knight." With great content, Grem reached for his Lightsabre, as did Saliv to his weapon, simultaneously igniting their Green and sunfire blades then placing them together in a crossfire of gratitude. "Fellow Jedi and friends alike!" Yoda continued, "I present to you, Grem Venad, Jedi Knight." And the Temple filled with the sounds of joy and appreciation, an endless sea of welcome. "Thank you my Master!" Grem began to tear as he embraced his teacher. "You speak as if this is an ending Grem," he remarked then looked up to his former students parted dark eyes. "This is only your beginning, it's a small galaxy I will see you again, but now let us not look to then. Stay focused on this time for now, you earned it." "Yes.Saliv." The sounds continued as the High Council members made their way to the watchtower.
* * *
Cyphres Station was in essence a huge collection of antique starships that some smuggler decided to weld together and toss in the orbit of a giant rock and just call it a star base. But for some unexplainable reason, all of the galaxies pirates, bounty hunters and general lowlifes seemed to accumulate here. If Jiles Oiket was going to find anyone gullible enough to help him fulfill his mission, he'd definitely find them here. For the right price of course, flying one of the Sith destroyer's many fighters, so as to remain inconspicuous, Jiles landed the small tri-winged craft in one of Cyphres's makeshift hanger bays. There he was greeted by a small hover droid looking for identification. For a smuggler's hideout, the station sure did pride itself with its security. When the drone asked for his identification Jiles responded with. "Jiles Oiket, Sith." The tiny surveillance droid began to shake, then zoomed away from what danger it knew the dark man would bring. He followed the flying robot as it made its way to a large access door, which led onto the Cyphres's promenade. A large grungy room filled with smoke littered air, and even filthier establishments. He couldn't turn a corner without pointing out at least three bars, and they all offered the same items to drink, as if they figured their customers would get so drunk they couldn't find their way back to the same bar. Jiles didn't bother looking in those places, no self respecting bounty hunter would reduce themselves to associating with even that level of scum. That's when the black uniformed Sith ended up where he needed, Grappa the Hutts Twi'lek dancer's club. Probably the one decently managed business on all the station. While it did have Twi'lek slave girls, who are known for their seductive, rhythmic dances that could seduce any man's heart it also contained many other beautiful scantly clad signers and waitresses from any planet that could produce such beautiful women. That's why it wasn't cheap, any man who could afford to board in Grappa's motel had to be a Bounty hunter, or well paid smuggler. Jiles knew this is where he would find the being to help him carry out his actions. He walked up to the entrance of the club, only to be greeted by the face of a smug, snout nosed quad tusked Gamorrean. "Welcome to Grappa's you go." He didn't t even bother to let the creature finish talking, he just waved his hand past the green man's face so as to dull him to his knowledge so Jiles could just head straight in. Jiles wasn't surprised by what he saw, this was not the first time he ever stepped in to a club owned by a Hutt. The room was like most others, many different platforms so the slaves could dance for the customers, each one a different kind of girl, but there were many more girls on the floor serving drinks to all the dazed men. All except one that is, Jiles could see this one man a human of a complexion only equaled to the darkness of the Sith's heart. He was the only one, who sat at a table alone, but he wore a uniform similar to that of a few others in the room but his garb was more decorative than theirs. He was their superior, Jiles could sense it in this man he knew how to get things done, and this was the man he was looking for. Oiket only dawned in his slick black uniform walked up to the man as his leather boots clicked against the steel floor. He then pulled up a chair for himself next to the man with the goatee, and just stared at the human girl dancing before them in a shred of well-placed cloth some might consider clothing acting as if she were truly the focus of his mind. Jiles waited until the man next to him said something before he brought up a conversation. "I prefer to sit alone stranger." "And I'd prefer to get a drink but I'm not going to get that with this kind service." He returned as the man shot Jiles a fowl a sharp expression then proceeded to look him over without moving his head as he reached for his drink. "Let me guess?" he took a sip from his small glass. "You work for a very powerful person who is looking accomplish something that the Republic wouldn't let them do am I right?" "So far." Jiles was impressed by this mans obvious display of his experience. "And who ever you work for sent you here to a place like this to look for people like me and my crew to do what they can't right.?" "Pretty much." "Well then I'll cut to the chase, I expect to be paid no less than I demand, understood?" "You accomplish what my employer wants done, and I guarantee your financial needs will be more than met." "I'll hold you to that stranger." He then inhaled the remnants of his beverage. "Well." Jiles added. "If my employer is going to sign the check, she'll need to know your name." The man gave of Jiles a stare only a Sith could withstand. "Names' Tagro." his eyes sharpend into Jiles's so as to make his name clearly known. ".Tagro Fett." The name did strike a nerve in Oiket, everyone who ever dwelled in the Republic knew of the bounty hunter named Fett, and whether or not this man was his descendent, he could still be feared for even bearing up such a title. "I'm Jiles Oiket, I' am a Sith lord." Jiles waited for a reaction to appear but Tagro remained stone faced as the overhearing dancer above them quietly stepped down from her platform, so as to avoid the dark duo. "So your one of those people, believe in the dark side and all that I assume. So what do you want from me?" A smile grew on Jiles's face. "You Mr. Fett are going to help me strike a personal blow against the Jedi." "How so?" Fett questioned. "Have you heard of the Holonet reports? The Jedi have come into the possession of a large quantity of clones left behind from the days before the Empire. It has come to my employer's attention that there is one clone that she would wish acquire for her own purposes." "What would you have me and my people do about that?" "We'll see to that when you assemble your crew, then I will give you your orders."
There was a calm somber feeling that filled the Jedi watchtower, the council had come together soon after Grem Venad's inauguration into Knighthood. Coruscant was now in nightfall, only the light from the great skyscrapers had filled the sky, welcoming the night with a leash to secure itself. All the members were present to hear what a concerned Master Skywalker wished to address. "We are now fully aware that the Sith resurrection is now a truth. This congregation has be called together to assess are actions against this dark threat." Yoda bowed his head for a moment calling upon the Force's intuition to guide his words further. "What we do know is that over the last thirty years, the former Jedi Master Bretew joined into their evil graces." Chevacca began to claw at the arms of his chair, to surppress his feelings of his former Master. This created an equally disturbing tone amongst the other Masters. "It has also come to our knowledge that over the period of time since Bretew's absence from the Order leading to this day that there have been a number of kidnappings of individuals prior to their entrance into Jedi training. I along with Masters Chevacca and Oden believe that the Sith are responsible for these disappearances." Dorshe' added to Yoda's briefing. "The two Sith corpses we obtained after our battle on Kamino have been identified as Jorex and Dorex Rellings, twin brothers from the planet, New Alderaan. These brothers were on their way to Coruscant to pursue the Jedi teachings when their ship was thought to have been destroyed eighteen years ago." "It is now safe to assume that the Sith have been creating an army for themselves for a propose only to better their needs." Chevacca continued. "There have also been numerous reports of missing persons from planets all over the Republic, none of which have yet to be solved." The council took time to digest what their peers have just divulged. Master Paris Barrings, also of New Alderaan raised his thought on this startling news. "Is there any possible way to believe that Prophecy is coming true, that the clones are to help us combat a possible Sith attack." "I believe that the Force has been preparing us for this attack, before we discovered the replicas." Master Oden added. ".ever since the attack of the Yuuzhan Vong, the Force has gradually taught the Jedi more and more ways to connect through the force. This can explain our huge numbers; there are more Jedi today than there have ever been in all of recorded history. Also we are much more powerful than the Jedis of the past." "Which means that most likely the Sith have grown in their powers as well, in which case we will need all of the Jedi to fight against this new threat." Skywalker concluded. The Council knew that they were preaching the truth. "We should begin to conceive a plan to thwart this Sith incursion." Jhellows stated, practically volunteering to take the Sith this very moment. "Master Jhellows is correct we need to make the proper preparations so as to ready our forces for an attack from Dark side." Amtlar agreed in a calm neutral tone. "I will prepare the fleet and reinforce our Jedi Watchmen for each planet. The Republic should be more than willing to offer any assistance we will need." "Then it will be your responsibility to go to the Republic military branch and request that assistance Master Amtlar." Chevacca included into the Mon Calamari's game plan. "After this meeting, Master Oden will be on leave." "Actually I will go on leave tomorrow; this is my last council meeting. Anything you are planning to do that would involve informing the Senate you will have to handle yourself for a while." "I understand and accept the responsibility you bestow upon me." Baldos bowed his head as a sign of respect for the mother-to-be. "You will be missed Dorshe', and we wish you and your future son the best the Force has to offer." Skywalker included as a tear of gratitude slipped down the beautiful Orveasian's face. Skywalker then began to readdress the council "Now let us go with the force, and ready ourselves for the upcoming confrontation." The Jedi Council departed, knowing what they needed to do. The Force would guide them and they would rely on it and each other to overcome the Dark side. Master Amtlar and Master Jhellows would ready the Jedi Fleet, assigning ships to secure new taskforces and doubling the number of Jedi watchmen for each planet ordering them to be aware of Sith activates. Master Chevacca and the other masters would ready the Jedi training clans, reinforcing the teaching of methods to combat the dark warriors. Master Skywalker would return to his study in the temple, so as to continue his work with the clones, and all the while Dorshe' would be asked to just sit by and give birth to the next generation that would be birthed into this war against evil. Her feelings toward this realization were not fond emotions.
Platog was a very content with his cell, the dug had dwelled in worse holes from his time spent on Dantooine, and even his quarters aboard the Lucky Bantha were nothing compared to the prisons on Coruscant. All he had ever wanted to survive was in his containment room; there was a snytho for his replicated food needs, a holoprojector for news and entertainment uses and even a view of the great planet's industrial landscape. He couldn't imagine a better setup, the only draw back, he was sentenced to just three years luck while Mortep was committed for a minimum of forty years, at least on good behavior. He had it made, and there wasn't any smuggling runs to worry about, no disgruntled employers to deal with and the authorities could now care less of his existence. "Can't get any worse than this right here." He said as he rested his primitive body on the padded concrete bedding. Gazing off into the luscious city night life pass him by as he reaps the benefits of their great governments kind judiciary system.