Author's Notes: Klutzyputzy has to be added to my list of dedications since she is technically my 200th reviewer for Changing History. You will also soon come to find that my sense of humor is *cough, cough* different than other peoples.

Fire's Passion: Chapter 2: The Secret Meeting Place (of the Jedi Council)

*On Corosaunt, Jedi Council Chambers*

Yoda was bored. It was time for the secret meeting every Thursday night, and they were extraordinarily late due to the fact that they were still debating the trade dispute on Hoth. It was a problem that could be easily solved by just sending a Jedi Knight to the planet, but every single one was off on a more important matter. This would have to be finished tomorrow. He had important matters to attend to!

"Meeting is adjourned until tomorrow, it is. Gone on long enough, this has. Secret meeting started without us, it has," Yoda announced in an orderly fashion. The members of the Jedi Council bowed as they filed out of the room.

"Yoda, we must engage in a simple setup. If we lead them on too soon, they will be on to our carefully laid out plans. They mustn't know what we are doing if still value our titles," Mace Windu said from behind Yoda.

"Catch on, they will not. Use mind control abilities, we will not. Research, we have done. Enough, it will have to be," Yoda answered as he wobbled towards the door.

"But will our knowledge of this be enough?" Mace Windu pondered out loud as they made their way slowly towards the nearest Jedi taxi.

"Thus far it has been," Yoda answered the rhetorical question. They must get there before it was too late and they were wasting time. Windu opened the door, and they clamored in.

"The usual, gentlemen?" Seth the taxi boy asked. His usual customers paid him well.

"Yes, and hurry. We are late enough as it is without traffic," Mace Windu bid him to hurry through the 18 o'clock traffic.

They pulled into the local Taco Bell exactly fifteen minutes later. Having a backroom inside a popular had its advantages to both the Jedi and the restaurant. It served its purposes well for it did.

"Will all contestants for the weekly Debate Team Competition please come to front?" A booming voice rang out over the chatter. All talking immediately stopped as the Jedi Council assembled on one side of the stage, and the nearest bounty hunters assembled on the other side of the stage.

"Alright, fellow debaters. We need this one for the home team. If we win this one, we're one step closer to winning this year's title," Fendor, captain of the Jedi debators, announced in his leadership voice.

Rearranging last minute noted, they got in their places as the turned to face their competitors. The bounty hunters grinned back at them as the issue was announced over the intercom.

"This week's topic is 'The Best Way to Bore Your Enemy to Tears'".

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, somewhere between Yavin and Elspeth*

Floating

Lyon floated around in space for as long as he could possibly linger. It had been a close encounter, and if he waited for too long, he was going to get caught by the approaching Jedi. Long did he want to taste the freedom of peace.

Lyon just wanted to float in his cocoon of solitary for eternity. It was calm was he was alone, for he could always feel the spirits of time and future approaching. His next vision was almost overwhelming as he braced himself against the panel.

Smoke assaulted his senses as he stepped into dawn's light. The smoke stung his eyes as he stepped deeper into the fiery pit of doom. The walls were closing in on his mind as rain poured down around him. Not a single drop of that water touched him as he looked farther down the road.

Not a single person was left untouched by the raid that destroyed all. Burn marks scorched the skin of the few lucky ones that had not been killed or taken captive. The clothes of woman were in a disheveled state as the few young children clung to their billowing, torn, and ragged skirts.

No man was left alive as the dead ones lined the streets with their eyes open in pure horror. Mechanical laughter rang about and echoed through the broken walls of the once whole houses. No tear was spared as Lyon turned pale in the morning light that gave no shine.

The people of Hyllyard City, Myrkr, had little hope to stopping what was to come for Lyon was nowhere near Myrkr and could never make it in time. Their blood was spilled in vain as Lyon turned away from the destruction that was caused on the helpless city of fugitives and smugglers.

Neglect

The package that Lyon was supposed to deliver lay forgotten as he finally shed tears for the lives that would be lost by the approaching dawn. The package was a key point in saving the lives of those few who were not dead as of yet, but Lyon wouldn't know this until self-pity completely took over his toned framed.

*On Yavin, aka the battle ground*

Carelessness

Anakin Sywalker gasped as guilt and grief suddenly filled him. With the link that Lyon left open, all of Lyon's feelings were completely overpowering Anakin's own senses. Anakin almost fainted out of shock that the feelings were sending through his body. He swayed, and his master caught him before he caught the ground. The look of worry on Obi Wan's face was the last thing he saw before world went blurry.

Author's Notes: If you want to be debate show *grins* just tell me the name you want to use and whether you want to be a bounty hunter or a Jedi. I desperately need candidates. I have an interesting way of mixing humor with drama, don't I? Anyway, Review please and I think I might just start answering questions and comment left for me.

Skyla Doragano: It's my thanks to you for reading and reviewing my last story. I hope you enjoy my odd sense of humor in this as well.

Jo Jo: It wasn't your fault, my computer cut out the last half a page that I typed up. I can't imagine why……..

Ashley: I'm glad you do. I hope to hear from you in the future.

Obi-WansPadawan: I'm experimenting with the writing styles thing. My last story was completely based on the point of view.