Part Seven: The Meeting With The Supreme Chancellor
The Palace of the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Congress was a tall building with lots of windows.
Being a member of the Jedi order, Arnold found all of the furnature and ordinate surroundings in the Supreme Chancellor's waiting room extravagant. Jedi were used to little in the way of materal posessions. Of course, he did approve of the large windows though. He was looking out one of those windows watching the lines of transports and space flights arriving and leaving. He wondered which one was his masters and where they were headed to even begin to find the Sith.
Behind him, he heard Helga pace and grumble angrily.
Both Sid-3PO and Li-la Binks went to the Moave Avenger to prepare it for spaceflight.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, turning to face her.
Helga gave him a look and said, vaguely, "Me and Olga don't really get along to well."
That didn't tell him anything he didn't already know, of course. "Why not? I've always thought Supreme Chancellor Olga was nice and honest...in fact, she's been kind-of a mentor for me since I joined the Jedi order."
"Oh goodie for you, hair-boy," she said, snorting through her nose.
Arnold regarded Helga, wondering idily how it was possible that this girl could be Chancellor Olga's sister, marveling about it even. Supreme Chancellor Olga was one of the nicest individuals he'd ever meet since he left the farm on Tatooine to become a Jedi. The idea that she could be related to Helga was just strange. Or rather a part of him thought that. The other part of him told him that there was more to her deep down that the short-tempered girl he was looking at. He didn't know why he should think that, he barely knew her, yet somehow, something about Helga touched him.
The door opened and out came several beaurecrats and a few of Helga's fellow Senators. Eugene came out behind them and beconed to them, "Chancellor Olga will see you now, Senator. She also requests your presence as well, Arnold."
Arnold nodded. beside him, he heard Helga sigh in weary anticipation. "Okay, lets go see what her majesty wants."
Annoyed, Arnold reminded her, "Oh come on, she's an elected official, it isn't like she's a queen, or anything?"
Helga looked aside to him and said, "Believe me, football-head, if she had her way, she would be."
Together they walked into the Chancellor's office.
The office itself was like the waiting room, plush furnature, ordinate furnishings, large windows, and carpets. A large desk sat near the window, and behind it stood Supreme Chancellor Olga. She wore the same purple robes of office as Helga did, and like Helga she bore the same blonde hair and blue eyes, though Olga was older and more outwardly cheerful than Helga was.She smiled at them and quickly walked around her desk to greet them.
"Oh baby sister!" She cooed, giving Helga a great big affectionate hug. "I heard all about the whole thing from Sheena and Lorenzo! Are you alright?"
"Oh I'll be okay, I guess," Helga said, scowling and looking very uncomfortable.
Olga turned to Arnold and smiled, "I feel I am indebted to you for my young sister's life, young Skywalker."
Arnold blushed, "It's my duty to protect the Republic, I mean, it really was no trouble at all."
Helga looked at him, incrudiously and smirked slightly, "Yeah right, if it hadn't been for me..."
"Oh your too modest, Arnold," Olga said, interrupting Helga, who scowled angrily at her sister's rudeness. "That must be one of the Jedi's most endearing qualities. Still, you did save my sister's life, master Jedi." She smiled widely at him.
Arnold began to smile at her meaning, but Helga cut that off my saying, "Oh, Arnold's just a Padawan, not a real Jedi."
He looked over at Helga in annoyance. Olga knew perfectly well he was still just an apprentace, she had just been giving him a complement. Then he realized from the amused look on her face as she looked at him that she was making fun of him. Arnold was less than amused.
Arnold turned back to the Olga, realizing that there was still more to discuss. "I don't think you quite have the whole story yet, Chancellor."
"Oh?" Olga asked, confused. "What else has happened? Please fill me in."
Arnold spent the next ten minutes explaining everything that had happened, about how Helga had awakened her own dormant powers of The Force and what the Jedi Council decided. Olga listened intently, yet didn't seem too shocked by the whole thing. Arnold envied her calm.
Olga then turned to her little sister, beaming. "Well, I always knew that my baby sister was special, but to have hidden powers..." she trailed off, looking somewhat bewildered.
Helga felt a small smile appear on her face as she thought to herself, Ha! The one thing you don't have over me...big sister. Then the memories of her life, living in the shadow of her older sister's accomplishments, came to her. Having something over Olga for once was sweet, despite her concerns over the whole thing. Outwardly, she merely shrugged, as if to say it were nothing.
As Arnold observed this exchange, a thought suddenly occurred to him, if Chancellor Olga was Helga's sister, he wondered if she also had the same hidden powers that had yet to surface. He knew, of course, that she was well after the age that such powers could have surfaced, if she had them, and not used them past a certain time, the midiclorins would have gone dormant from not being tapped and that person could no longer control the Force. Still, he wondered if he could still feel any possible connection with Olga and the Force.
He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate between Olga and Helga's conversation (which was one sided, since Olga was doing most of the talking, though she was talking more at Helga than to her since the latter was just nodding). He sighed, he could sense nothing, he didn't honestly think that he...wait, for a brief moment, he thought he could feel something he couldn't quite place, but...
Arnold distinctly heard someone clear their throat. He opened his eyes to see Olga and Helga both looking at him strangely.
"I guess neither of you have gotten much rest yet, huh?" Olga said, with a bemused smile on her face. He turned red faced with embarrassment.
Olga clapped her hands together and quickly got the conversation back on track. "Well, I trust Master Gerald and Phoebe's decisions on this matter. I pray you find these villians and bring them to justice."
"Don't worry, Chancellor, if anyone can solve this problem, my masters can." Arnold assured her.
"Well Olga, it's been fun chatting with you, but really really need to leave now," Helga said, though the way she said that part about the conversation being fun sounded anything but sincere.
Again Olga hugged Helga tightly, "Be safe, baby sister, and mind what Arnold tells you, okay?"
"Ha!" Helga snorted, "I'm still the Senator here, after all..."
"Excuse me, I'm the Jedi here, and I'm in charge of your training!" Arnold spoke up, annoyed.
"True," Helga said, frowning at him, "but as a member of the Galactic Congress, I outrank you, remember, young Padawan."
"Now listen here, your worshipfullness, remember that I volunteered for this assignment, so I don't have to put up with your lousy attitude!"
"Look here, football-head," She shot back. "If you think that I will put up with that kind of..."
Both of them were interrupted by a loud couching sound that came from Olga's throat. They both broke off their argument, turned and saw Olga looking at them, smiling as if she shared some kind of secret.
"We'll be just fine, Olga." Helga said, as she turned to leave. However, before she left the room, she couldn't help one more little verbal shot at Arnold. "And if we do get into some sort of trouble, then we'll just have to see how good my Jedi protector really is." She smirked at Arnold and walked out into the waiting room, but not before seeing Arnold blush with embarrassment.
"Argh! Why does she have to be so...annoying and argumentative?" Arnold said aloud to himself.
"Oh don't take it all so personally, young Arnold," Olga said, moving up next to him. "The truth is it's the first time I've seen her so pleased in a long while."
'If that is her pleased, I'd hate to see her upset,' Arnold thought to himself.
Chancellor Olga beamed at him. "So, you volunteered and they've finally given you you're own personal assignment! Congradulations, you're patiencce has paid off, young Skywalker."
Arnold smiled faintly, "Yeah, I guess." He looked away a moment and sighed. "I don't know, I mean I'm glad I have this assignment, but I'm a little nervous. Aside from what happened down on Naboo, I've never been put in charge of anything before now..."
"You shouldn't center on your fears, Arnold," Olga said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You have alot of natural ability. I think...no I know you'll do a good job."
He looked at the Chancellor, she may not be a Jedi master, but she sure seemed wise and persecptive. "I'm really glad you agree, but even though they agreed, I know that Master Gerald and Stinky still held some doubts..." a bit of an edge came to Arnold's voice..."like I'm still a novice, or something."
Chancellor Olga, looking at him, seemed to smile slightly at his small burst of frustration.
Arnold calmed himself and sighed. "Maybe I am still too new to do this, maybe I still need some more guidance."
"Oh that's rubbish." Olga said to him, leading him to the door. "You don't need guidance, Arnold. I've seen some powerful Jedi knights before, but with your natural abilities, I have no doubt you will someday be the greatest of them all."
That made Arnold brighten up, knowing that someone believes he was already good enough. Chancellor Olga was very smart and wise. Gerald, Phoebe and Stinky all worried over nothing! And he would show them, he would do a good job and show them he was ready for the Jedi Trials!
"Thank you, Chancellor, for everything." Arnold said as the doors opened to the waiting room where Helga stood waiting, frowning and impatient.
"No problem, my young Jedi," Olga said, smiling. "You will be great, I promise you. And I'll be watching your career with great interest."
Arnold smiled and bowed, "May the Force be with you, Chancellor Olga."
"And with you, young Skywalker." She answered back.
He turned and left quickly, a spring in his step. He felt so full of confidence, he forgot all about what he felt in the Chancellor's office, nor did he notice, as he got into the elevator with Helga, Olga's eyes narrow in concentration, nor the small smile on her face.
"Have a ball you two," Olga said under her breath, before turning and going back into her office.
To Be Continued...
Another boring part, huh? Oh well, it's just a set-up scene...but some funny stuff is coming up in the next few chapters, as well as the beginnings of romance. Till then, I have to make like a taun taun and head back to the base...or get my guts cut out to keep Luke Skywalker warm, either way, more parts are coming soon, so stay tuned. May The Force Be With You! -D.R.
The Palace of the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Congress was a tall building with lots of windows.
Being a member of the Jedi order, Arnold found all of the furnature and ordinate surroundings in the Supreme Chancellor's waiting room extravagant. Jedi were used to little in the way of materal posessions. Of course, he did approve of the large windows though. He was looking out one of those windows watching the lines of transports and space flights arriving and leaving. He wondered which one was his masters and where they were headed to even begin to find the Sith.
Behind him, he heard Helga pace and grumble angrily.
Both Sid-3PO and Li-la Binks went to the Moave Avenger to prepare it for spaceflight.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, turning to face her.
Helga gave him a look and said, vaguely, "Me and Olga don't really get along to well."
That didn't tell him anything he didn't already know, of course. "Why not? I've always thought Supreme Chancellor Olga was nice and honest...in fact, she's been kind-of a mentor for me since I joined the Jedi order."
"Oh goodie for you, hair-boy," she said, snorting through her nose.
Arnold regarded Helga, wondering idily how it was possible that this girl could be Chancellor Olga's sister, marveling about it even. Supreme Chancellor Olga was one of the nicest individuals he'd ever meet since he left the farm on Tatooine to become a Jedi. The idea that she could be related to Helga was just strange. Or rather a part of him thought that. The other part of him told him that there was more to her deep down that the short-tempered girl he was looking at. He didn't know why he should think that, he barely knew her, yet somehow, something about Helga touched him.
The door opened and out came several beaurecrats and a few of Helga's fellow Senators. Eugene came out behind them and beconed to them, "Chancellor Olga will see you now, Senator. She also requests your presence as well, Arnold."
Arnold nodded. beside him, he heard Helga sigh in weary anticipation. "Okay, lets go see what her majesty wants."
Annoyed, Arnold reminded her, "Oh come on, she's an elected official, it isn't like she's a queen, or anything?"
Helga looked aside to him and said, "Believe me, football-head, if she had her way, she would be."
Together they walked into the Chancellor's office.
The office itself was like the waiting room, plush furnature, ordinate furnishings, large windows, and carpets. A large desk sat near the window, and behind it stood Supreme Chancellor Olga. She wore the same purple robes of office as Helga did, and like Helga she bore the same blonde hair and blue eyes, though Olga was older and more outwardly cheerful than Helga was.She smiled at them and quickly walked around her desk to greet them.
"Oh baby sister!" She cooed, giving Helga a great big affectionate hug. "I heard all about the whole thing from Sheena and Lorenzo! Are you alright?"
"Oh I'll be okay, I guess," Helga said, scowling and looking very uncomfortable.
Olga turned to Arnold and smiled, "I feel I am indebted to you for my young sister's life, young Skywalker."
Arnold blushed, "It's my duty to protect the Republic, I mean, it really was no trouble at all."
Helga looked at him, incrudiously and smirked slightly, "Yeah right, if it hadn't been for me..."
"Oh your too modest, Arnold," Olga said, interrupting Helga, who scowled angrily at her sister's rudeness. "That must be one of the Jedi's most endearing qualities. Still, you did save my sister's life, master Jedi." She smiled widely at him.
Arnold began to smile at her meaning, but Helga cut that off my saying, "Oh, Arnold's just a Padawan, not a real Jedi."
He looked over at Helga in annoyance. Olga knew perfectly well he was still just an apprentace, she had just been giving him a complement. Then he realized from the amused look on her face as she looked at him that she was making fun of him. Arnold was less than amused.
Arnold turned back to the Olga, realizing that there was still more to discuss. "I don't think you quite have the whole story yet, Chancellor."
"Oh?" Olga asked, confused. "What else has happened? Please fill me in."
Arnold spent the next ten minutes explaining everything that had happened, about how Helga had awakened her own dormant powers of The Force and what the Jedi Council decided. Olga listened intently, yet didn't seem too shocked by the whole thing. Arnold envied her calm.
Olga then turned to her little sister, beaming. "Well, I always knew that my baby sister was special, but to have hidden powers..." she trailed off, looking somewhat bewildered.
Helga felt a small smile appear on her face as she thought to herself, Ha! The one thing you don't have over me...big sister. Then the memories of her life, living in the shadow of her older sister's accomplishments, came to her. Having something over Olga for once was sweet, despite her concerns over the whole thing. Outwardly, she merely shrugged, as if to say it were nothing.
As Arnold observed this exchange, a thought suddenly occurred to him, if Chancellor Olga was Helga's sister, he wondered if she also had the same hidden powers that had yet to surface. He knew, of course, that she was well after the age that such powers could have surfaced, if she had them, and not used them past a certain time, the midiclorins would have gone dormant from not being tapped and that person could no longer control the Force. Still, he wondered if he could still feel any possible connection with Olga and the Force.
He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate between Olga and Helga's conversation (which was one sided, since Olga was doing most of the talking, though she was talking more at Helga than to her since the latter was just nodding). He sighed, he could sense nothing, he didn't honestly think that he...wait, for a brief moment, he thought he could feel something he couldn't quite place, but...
Arnold distinctly heard someone clear their throat. He opened his eyes to see Olga and Helga both looking at him strangely.
"I guess neither of you have gotten much rest yet, huh?" Olga said, with a bemused smile on her face. He turned red faced with embarrassment.
Olga clapped her hands together and quickly got the conversation back on track. "Well, I trust Master Gerald and Phoebe's decisions on this matter. I pray you find these villians and bring them to justice."
"Don't worry, Chancellor, if anyone can solve this problem, my masters can." Arnold assured her.
"Well Olga, it's been fun chatting with you, but really really need to leave now," Helga said, though the way she said that part about the conversation being fun sounded anything but sincere.
Again Olga hugged Helga tightly, "Be safe, baby sister, and mind what Arnold tells you, okay?"
"Ha!" Helga snorted, "I'm still the Senator here, after all..."
"Excuse me, I'm the Jedi here, and I'm in charge of your training!" Arnold spoke up, annoyed.
"True," Helga said, frowning at him, "but as a member of the Galactic Congress, I outrank you, remember, young Padawan."
"Now listen here, your worshipfullness, remember that I volunteered for this assignment, so I don't have to put up with your lousy attitude!"
"Look here, football-head," She shot back. "If you think that I will put up with that kind of..."
Both of them were interrupted by a loud couching sound that came from Olga's throat. They both broke off their argument, turned and saw Olga looking at them, smiling as if she shared some kind of secret.
"We'll be just fine, Olga." Helga said, as she turned to leave. However, before she left the room, she couldn't help one more little verbal shot at Arnold. "And if we do get into some sort of trouble, then we'll just have to see how good my Jedi protector really is." She smirked at Arnold and walked out into the waiting room, but not before seeing Arnold blush with embarrassment.
"Argh! Why does she have to be so...annoying and argumentative?" Arnold said aloud to himself.
"Oh don't take it all so personally, young Arnold," Olga said, moving up next to him. "The truth is it's the first time I've seen her so pleased in a long while."
'If that is her pleased, I'd hate to see her upset,' Arnold thought to himself.
Chancellor Olga beamed at him. "So, you volunteered and they've finally given you you're own personal assignment! Congradulations, you're patiencce has paid off, young Skywalker."
Arnold smiled faintly, "Yeah, I guess." He looked away a moment and sighed. "I don't know, I mean I'm glad I have this assignment, but I'm a little nervous. Aside from what happened down on Naboo, I've never been put in charge of anything before now..."
"You shouldn't center on your fears, Arnold," Olga said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You have alot of natural ability. I think...no I know you'll do a good job."
He looked at the Chancellor, she may not be a Jedi master, but she sure seemed wise and persecptive. "I'm really glad you agree, but even though they agreed, I know that Master Gerald and Stinky still held some doubts..." a bit of an edge came to Arnold's voice..."like I'm still a novice, or something."
Chancellor Olga, looking at him, seemed to smile slightly at his small burst of frustration.
Arnold calmed himself and sighed. "Maybe I am still too new to do this, maybe I still need some more guidance."
"Oh that's rubbish." Olga said to him, leading him to the door. "You don't need guidance, Arnold. I've seen some powerful Jedi knights before, but with your natural abilities, I have no doubt you will someday be the greatest of them all."
That made Arnold brighten up, knowing that someone believes he was already good enough. Chancellor Olga was very smart and wise. Gerald, Phoebe and Stinky all worried over nothing! And he would show them, he would do a good job and show them he was ready for the Jedi Trials!
"Thank you, Chancellor, for everything." Arnold said as the doors opened to the waiting room where Helga stood waiting, frowning and impatient.
"No problem, my young Jedi," Olga said, smiling. "You will be great, I promise you. And I'll be watching your career with great interest."
Arnold smiled and bowed, "May the Force be with you, Chancellor Olga."
"And with you, young Skywalker." She answered back.
He turned and left quickly, a spring in his step. He felt so full of confidence, he forgot all about what he felt in the Chancellor's office, nor did he notice, as he got into the elevator with Helga, Olga's eyes narrow in concentration, nor the small smile on her face.
"Have a ball you two," Olga said under her breath, before turning and going back into her office.
To Be Continued...
Another boring part, huh? Oh well, it's just a set-up scene...but some funny stuff is coming up in the next few chapters, as well as the beginnings of romance. Till then, I have to make like a taun taun and head back to the base...or get my guts cut out to keep Luke Skywalker warm, either way, more parts are coming soon, so stay tuned. May The Force Be With You! -D.R.