Chapter XIV: There is No Passion.
Rodia. It use to be a beautiful place, that is before political corruption and Rodian greed took over. What once was a beautiful tropical planet, was now something less. Still having its wild parts and "reservations" the planet was quite polluted. However, Luminara and Obi-Wan did not complain. It was their duty as Jedi to uphold justice and order, no matter where it brought them. Too bad fate had played its hand and landed them in the most polluted city on the planet, which not ironically was its Capital. The once proud buildings were poorly kept, and both Jedi could see deterioration from all the acid rain on the duracreete buildings. However, the one building that remained respectable looking happened to be Government Hall. It being small in comparison to Coruscant's skyscrapers, but nonetheless Rodia took pride in its tall marble features. Its built rectangular style, folding in at the top in a glass dome to allow the sky to be seen above. On each side of the main entrance door stood two Rodian statues going as high as the building itself. They represented the first two rulers of the Capital. After all, before admittance to the Republic, Rodia was run on a monarchy. "Well, here we are Obi-Wan," spoke Luminara calmly as they walked up to the main entrance. "Yes," he replied giving a solemn nod. "The only question now is whether or not the President will keep his word and see us." "That is true. We must hope however, that being Jedi they will show us respect and admit us." "Then let's find out," Obi-Wan concluded and stepped into the large doors. Inside they saw the busy world of politics. Not new to the customs on democracy or any other form of government for that matter, Luminara and Obi-Wan were not surprised to see Rodians of both genders, and even other species running back and forth across the well polished floors. No doubt running errands for their bosses: high political figures. One of those figures went up to greet the two Jedi. "You are Jedi?" the Rodian asked in heavily accented basic. This particular Rodian was male, and heavier set. Sweat could be seen by his antennae indicating that he had done some work, or in most cases, because of his size merely just came down the long main staircase. "Yes, we are Jedi. Are you representing President Faja?" Obi-Wan asked. "Yes. The President is waiting for you, please follow me." With no more said, the chubby Rodian waddled off up the main staircase with two Jedi following behind.
The President's office was rectangular and matched the shape of Government Hall. The President sat in the official chair; her desk filled with paperwork, data sheets, and other menial tasks that needed to be done. "Ah, Master Jedi, it is an honor to have you in our capital," stated the President, rising to her full height to greet the Jedi with a bow. She was a typical female, her mane a noticeable orange color, her body slender and wearing the official colors of Rodia. Her dress was a deep ocean color, with maroon colored sashes at her hip and neck. "The honor is ours Madam President," replied Luminara as she and Obi- Wan bowed in unison. "Please take a seat," spoke Faja taking her own, an extended hand indicating for the Jedi to sit. "Now, what is it you wish to see me about?" "It is about Senator Farr's majordomo Madam," started Obi-Wan. "What about him?" "We believe," said Luminara, taking off from where Obi-Wan left off. "That he was involved with enemies of the Republic." "Really?" she asked quizzically, her diplomacy career making it rather difficult, even for Jedi, to determine whether or not her surprise was genuine or falsified. "What proof do you have?"
"A fellow Jedi saw Farr's Majordomo with a woman, and saw him give something to her before she decapitated him."
"Are either of you this Jedi?" "No," replied Obi-Wan solemnly. "Then how can I trust you? Simply because you are Jedi? Please. I am afraid we are living in a time where trust does not exist without absolute proof. Corruption is around us Your Graces, even on Coruscant. If not especially." "We understand where you are coming from Madam President. But all we ask is to be granted access to the majordomo's files in order to see if we could find anything. You know, logs, journals things like that," pleaded Luminara. "You know I cannot do that Master Jedi. It would raise too many questions and draw out some antagonists. We Rodians are not exactly trust of other species.especially humans. No offense Master Kenobi." "None taken President Faja, but we must request that you aid us. It is a matter of great importance." With a heavy sigh, President Faja let her tension roll off her. She had always been a fair political leader, and her people did support her decisions. And ever since child hood, she had held the utmost respect for the Jedi Order, but her colleagues didn't. They thought the Jedi were nothing but self-absorbed power hungry sentients who wanted nothing more than to rule the galaxy. But that was why she was President, and they were merely her Advisory Council. "Alright Master Jedi. You two will have access to any computer in this hall. But know this, my colleagues are not as open minded to off- worlders as I am. So in no laughing matter, I say to you: watch your back." Sharing a worried expression in each other's eye, the two Jedi nodded to the President's warning before heading off to the lower level to study the archives.
"What did you say?" asked Raza astonished. Several seconds had passed since Anakin's rather abrupt and totally unexpected question. "I asked: "Do you want to kiss me?" replied Anakin with that seductive smile. "And I am still waiting for an answer." "What makes you think I want to do that?" Raza asked beginning to regain his cool exterior, although inside he wanted nothing more than to passionately kiss the human Jedi like no other before him. "Call it a hunch. Well, do you?" Tired of this game, Raza had only one thing to say. "Come over here and find out." With no hesitation, Anakin almost leapt onto the alien Jedi and placed his lips onto Raza's where both felt sparks in all: mind, body, and soul. It was only a matter of time, before those kisses went to more intimate motions. There, with only a few more days to go, the two Jedi fell into each other's passion, breaking a major rule of the Jedi code: There is no passion, only serenity. Too bad, these two missed class that day.
Rodia. It use to be a beautiful place, that is before political corruption and Rodian greed took over. What once was a beautiful tropical planet, was now something less. Still having its wild parts and "reservations" the planet was quite polluted. However, Luminara and Obi-Wan did not complain. It was their duty as Jedi to uphold justice and order, no matter where it brought them. Too bad fate had played its hand and landed them in the most polluted city on the planet, which not ironically was its Capital. The once proud buildings were poorly kept, and both Jedi could see deterioration from all the acid rain on the duracreete buildings. However, the one building that remained respectable looking happened to be Government Hall. It being small in comparison to Coruscant's skyscrapers, but nonetheless Rodia took pride in its tall marble features. Its built rectangular style, folding in at the top in a glass dome to allow the sky to be seen above. On each side of the main entrance door stood two Rodian statues going as high as the building itself. They represented the first two rulers of the Capital. After all, before admittance to the Republic, Rodia was run on a monarchy. "Well, here we are Obi-Wan," spoke Luminara calmly as they walked up to the main entrance. "Yes," he replied giving a solemn nod. "The only question now is whether or not the President will keep his word and see us." "That is true. We must hope however, that being Jedi they will show us respect and admit us." "Then let's find out," Obi-Wan concluded and stepped into the large doors. Inside they saw the busy world of politics. Not new to the customs on democracy or any other form of government for that matter, Luminara and Obi-Wan were not surprised to see Rodians of both genders, and even other species running back and forth across the well polished floors. No doubt running errands for their bosses: high political figures. One of those figures went up to greet the two Jedi. "You are Jedi?" the Rodian asked in heavily accented basic. This particular Rodian was male, and heavier set. Sweat could be seen by his antennae indicating that he had done some work, or in most cases, because of his size merely just came down the long main staircase. "Yes, we are Jedi. Are you representing President Faja?" Obi-Wan asked. "Yes. The President is waiting for you, please follow me." With no more said, the chubby Rodian waddled off up the main staircase with two Jedi following behind.
The President's office was rectangular and matched the shape of Government Hall. The President sat in the official chair; her desk filled with paperwork, data sheets, and other menial tasks that needed to be done. "Ah, Master Jedi, it is an honor to have you in our capital," stated the President, rising to her full height to greet the Jedi with a bow. She was a typical female, her mane a noticeable orange color, her body slender and wearing the official colors of Rodia. Her dress was a deep ocean color, with maroon colored sashes at her hip and neck. "The honor is ours Madam President," replied Luminara as she and Obi- Wan bowed in unison. "Please take a seat," spoke Faja taking her own, an extended hand indicating for the Jedi to sit. "Now, what is it you wish to see me about?" "It is about Senator Farr's majordomo Madam," started Obi-Wan. "What about him?" "We believe," said Luminara, taking off from where Obi-Wan left off. "That he was involved with enemies of the Republic." "Really?" she asked quizzically, her diplomacy career making it rather difficult, even for Jedi, to determine whether or not her surprise was genuine or falsified. "What proof do you have?"
"A fellow Jedi saw Farr's Majordomo with a woman, and saw him give something to her before she decapitated him."
"Are either of you this Jedi?" "No," replied Obi-Wan solemnly. "Then how can I trust you? Simply because you are Jedi? Please. I am afraid we are living in a time where trust does not exist without absolute proof. Corruption is around us Your Graces, even on Coruscant. If not especially." "We understand where you are coming from Madam President. But all we ask is to be granted access to the majordomo's files in order to see if we could find anything. You know, logs, journals things like that," pleaded Luminara. "You know I cannot do that Master Jedi. It would raise too many questions and draw out some antagonists. We Rodians are not exactly trust of other species.especially humans. No offense Master Kenobi." "None taken President Faja, but we must request that you aid us. It is a matter of great importance." With a heavy sigh, President Faja let her tension roll off her. She had always been a fair political leader, and her people did support her decisions. And ever since child hood, she had held the utmost respect for the Jedi Order, but her colleagues didn't. They thought the Jedi were nothing but self-absorbed power hungry sentients who wanted nothing more than to rule the galaxy. But that was why she was President, and they were merely her Advisory Council. "Alright Master Jedi. You two will have access to any computer in this hall. But know this, my colleagues are not as open minded to off- worlders as I am. So in no laughing matter, I say to you: watch your back." Sharing a worried expression in each other's eye, the two Jedi nodded to the President's warning before heading off to the lower level to study the archives.
"What did you say?" asked Raza astonished. Several seconds had passed since Anakin's rather abrupt and totally unexpected question. "I asked: "Do you want to kiss me?" replied Anakin with that seductive smile. "And I am still waiting for an answer." "What makes you think I want to do that?" Raza asked beginning to regain his cool exterior, although inside he wanted nothing more than to passionately kiss the human Jedi like no other before him. "Call it a hunch. Well, do you?" Tired of this game, Raza had only one thing to say. "Come over here and find out." With no hesitation, Anakin almost leapt onto the alien Jedi and placed his lips onto Raza's where both felt sparks in all: mind, body, and soul. It was only a matter of time, before those kisses went to more intimate motions. There, with only a few more days to go, the two Jedi fell into each other's passion, breaking a major rule of the Jedi code: There is no passion, only serenity. Too bad, these two missed class that day.