Chapter VI
Master Syfo-Dias
One who looked upon the Padawan Jedi that was making his way deftly towards the rotunda building in the distance that was the Galactic Senate House would perhaps mistaken him for a common citizen who worked hard for what he owned.
It would be a compliment.
Jedi were to be unassuming. It was not to say the Jedi wanted to look the part of those who lived in the slums but it was their practice to use what they needed, and dressing extravagantly did not serve their purposes. A member of the Order had no need for thousands upon thousands of credits - the money used in the Galactic Republic - nor did he need a room full of items or trinkets of immense value.
An ambitious Jedi guided by expediency instead of such principles was no Jedi at all. Nor was a Jedi a person who sought to build himself a name with titles and awards to display as trophies. The more a true Jedi does, the happier he is. The more he gives to others, the wealthier he is.
He remembered word for word what Master Windu had told him in a sparring match once:
'All streams flow to the sea because it is lower than they are. Humility gives it its power. If you wish to lead others, you must place yourself below them. The Jedi goes ahead of the people, yet no one feels manipulated.'
Because the Jedi competes with no one, no one can compete with him.
Harry loved being among people who weren't trying to out due each other at every turn or trying to seek acclaim within the order - it was refreshing after living in a world were he was overly poor and mistreated for two months and overly rich and lavished and praised the other ten. He of course had gifts from friends who celebrated one another's life days (the equivalent of a birthday) and he cherished the gifts his Master bequeathed upon him, but there was a major difference between such gifts and the ones given to him on Earth.
Each had a purpose. Nothing handed to him was without reason, and that suited him just fine.
Of the items he received from Master Yoda, there was one item he cherished as much as his lightstaff. An item so small that it fit within the palm of his hand, and yet, was capable of recording much like a camera did. It was capable of holding tons upon tons of texts and information he deemed necessary to have at the touch of a button, and it served as a communication device that could be used from many lightyears away without a hint of trouble.
He pulled the device out from within a pocket of his silk broadcloth pants - a holocom-cam - and stopped just outside the enormous stone path lined with famous leaders of the Galactic Republic that led to the large Galactic Senate House.
The cavernous domed building itself was the only structure within twenty kilometers, and it was one of the few breath-taking features of Coruscant. The duracrete and stone structure started at the bottom as a simple circular building made of slab and column reminiscent of Rome. It had many entrances and upon it stood another, larger circular structure made completely of glass that was cut in alien design to better give the building a homey feel for the senators from planets far away. From the ground rose large steel beams that held up the final part of the structure, the massive half-sphere dome made entirely of duracrete steel. The way the skyscrapers clashed against the blue sky overhead in the distance paired with the large vehicles traversing the airways all added to the power the building seemed to radiate.
"Master Yoda," spoke the twenty-one year old, pressing a button on the holocom-cam.
The small device in his hand started flickering and the center, which was a concave an inch in diameter, began gathering light in the middle of its surface. A second later, a small fifteen inch beam extended from the concave and materialized into a translucent blue image of the Master Jedi - a holograph.
"Padawan learner," spoke the Master Jedi, the image hobbling, showing that Yoda was moving from one place to another, "Disturbance in the Force, I did sense. Information, you have on it, yes?"
"Indeed, Master Yoda," replied Harry, walking back in forth between two columns that designated the beginning of the Grand Walk of the Republic - the one kilometer path leading to the main entrance of the Galactic Senate lined on each side with influential Supreme Chancellors and Senators that molded and helped create a greater Republic. "There was an assassination attempt on Senator Amidala. Unfortunately," he sighed,"There was a single casualty suffered in the form of a Naboo Royal Airforce Escort who was serving as a double while the real senator played escort. The Senator was wounded in the attack but she was healed, personally, my Master."
"Most distressing, this is," the holograph urged, the image of Yoda stopping abruptly and scratching his chin, "Petitioned to Senate, I did, for guards to actively secure the landing pad at all times. Passed, it did not," spoke the Master Jedi and he sighed, "Attackers?"
"Six assassination droids - Archon Five type," he said with a small frown.
"Troubling, troubling... smart, this assassin is," when Master Yoda said this, Harry shuddered as if remembering something unpleasant, and the old Jedi Master noticed, "Sold on Outer Worlds, those are... see the person who did this, you did?," he inquired, with a speculative glance that weakened whatever resolve Harry had at lying to him.
"Err... uh...," he said, stammering slightly. Harry very much didn't want to accept the reality that his scar had reawakened, "The speeder... it was white," and he inwardly sighed, 'You call yourself an Honorary Marauder?'
Master Yoda cast a shrewd glance from the holographic image at his Padawan, "Lie to me, you will not!," he spoke sternly. It was the voice he used with the young four, five, and six year old Jedi children when he he wanted to reprimand them for things they did wrong.
Harry let out a shaky breath, conceding it was for the best, "There was a white four door speeder, Master Yoda but I could not see the person who was driving. The attacker fired a weapon I have never seen before... a missile I knew nothing of and I have read thousands of texts concerning new models. I couldn't even identify the manufacturer," he said, running a hand through his hair.
"Thats not all though...," he said, shakily, once more. The visions he had incurred while being connected to the Dark Lord Voldemort began replaying in his mind as if taunting him, telling him he would never be rid of the abomination that lay hidden on his forehead. Harry reached out through the Force asking for relief through it. Slowly, the energies shielded his weary mind from the onslaught of destruction and pain Voldemort had caused nightly - the pain he had been doomed to watch from what one would think was the sanctity of their own home - their own bed, "I received a vision through the Force, Master Yoda... through my scar," he whispered, the wind picking up as if realizing how painful such a reality it is to have the curse reawakened.
"Mhmm? Know I must, what visions contained," spoke Master Yoda, his long wrinkled ears flapping to their sides in sadness and understanding. He talked as softly as he could, not wanting to hurt who he would have gladly taken as a son had he been apart of Harry's earlier years.
Harry just nodded, "I saw Senator Amidala talking to a bodyguard - a man named Panaka - about using a double... she was rather sad they had to use some girl named Cordé..." trailing off as the sadness and pain he could not place came back in full-swing.
"Cordé Naberrie, sister of Padmé Naberrie Amidala, it was,"
Harry's own heart went out to her and he he frowned, 'She lost her sister...'
"How awful, Master... she looks the part of a politician but her heart's in the right place," he said, with a touch of humor hoping to ease the situation.
It did not.
He sighed, and continued, "Nonetheless, that was not all the vision showed Master Yoda. I saw the person who ordered the attack upon her. From what I could see of his skin, he was old, very old and the Darkness he radiated was overwhelming. It sent me to my knees, Master Yoda. From the time Professor Snape taught me in my Sixth Year of schooling how to efficiently block the pain received from a vision, I was able to do so whenever the connection to Lord Voldemort was at its worst. It did not an ounce of good while this one happened."
"I couldn't even get rid of the prickling sensation!," he said exasperatedly.
"Believe then, it was a Sith?"
"Yes... yes... and if its not the Sith then I pray to the Force I may never live to see a real one. But I feel it, my Master... its not just a Sith, but 'the one.' He has to be the Dark Lord of the Sith. The way he spoke, and the coldness with each utterance, it just reminds me so much of Lord Voldemort when he gave orders to his minions except a thousand times more powerful," he whispered, the last part a hardly audible guess that the young man hoped was far from true.
"Meditate upon this, I must," the holograph of Master Yoda said, moving once more when sounds in the background came through the communicator's speaker phone. The holographic Jedi stopped once more, and sent a shrewd glance up to his Padawan, "See, I do, Padawan Anakin, two escorts, and Senator Amidala at the entrance... explain why you are not among them, my apprentice."
"Err I," and Harry winced, suddenly, clutching his head which Yoda caught through the hologram on his own holocom-cam which had a miniature translucent holograph of his apprentice hovering above the concave. Yoda turned around to see the Senator sprawled out on the floor groaning in pain and Anakin several feet away face down, having tripped.
The Master Jedi sighed, 'Anakin... Anakin... what to do with you, I know not,' he wondered, moving forward and assisting Anakin up. He then used the Force to raise the Senator off the ground, and placed her in stasis while holding the device in his hand. After chiding Anakin, he sent him on his way with the two escorts towards the cafeteria while he moved towards a vacant room with the Senator in tow.
"Saying, you were, Padawan-Learner?," continued Yoda. 'Hit him with my cane, I would, if he were here. Leaving the Senator to Anakin's care, foolish it was.'
"I hope you are not too disappointed in me, my Master but the cloning bill is to be put to vote today. As you may also know, Senator Amidala has worked as hard as the Jedi have at moving towards peaceful resolutions with the Separatist Movement and the Confederacy of Independent Systems -"
"Know this, I do. The point, you will be getting to soon, mhmm?," the Master cut off, inwardly smiling as he made his way to the fifth door on the left of the corridor dedicated to quarters for the Jedi.
"Well, you see... I thought it'd be in our best interest to make sure the plan is not put to vote today as the Senator's plan to speak openly against it would surely sway many of the Senators...," he trailed off, seeing the amused facial expression Yoda was wearing.
"Plan, you do, to stop thousands of war-hungry Senators from voting this day? Plan to do so, as a Padawan of five years? Bodes well, this does not!," he said and chided, "Think more clearly, you needed to and more important, it would be, to next time tell your Master of what you are doing."
Harry suddenly looked defeated through the holographic image, realizing how foolish he had really been to walk all this way in hopes of stopping the politicians who spoke with fiery passion for war against the Confederacy that was forming in the Outer Worlds. Master Yoda chuckled, which brought the young man out of his quandary and pondering over the situation.
"You are correct Master Yoda. I disgrace the training you give me by coming all this way. This kind of fool-hearty jumping without thought action is precisely what got my friends killed when I was younger," he said stoically, trying very much not to hide how ashamed he was of himself, "I jeopardized the Senator's safety with such a move. My Master, what will you have me do?," he said, awaiting orders or a sentence of punishment - Yoda could not tell.
"Be so hard on yourself you must not, Harry!," he exclaimed into the holocom-cam which made the Senator groan from the loudness of the proclamation, which hurt her ears. Yoda noticed once more as the holographic image of Harry slightly shuddered, and his ears perked slightly in confusion as he looked back and forth between the Senator and the holograph and 'hmmed', softly, "Enter the Galactic Senate, you must, as someone else - someone of higher rank within our Order."
"I'm not that good with my Metamorphamagus abilities, Master," surprised by the idea but ashamed once more that he was not good enough to follow it through, "It took me nearly a year just to hide my scar," he said with a frown, "I don't believe," - Yoda's eye twitched - "I can impersonate anyone upon the High Council as I cannot possibly modify my bone structure nor can I modify my voice that well."
"Doubt any off-world Senators would notice, I do, but Chancellor and home-worlders would," the Jedi Master replied, making a note in his mind to whack Harry with his gaffi cane for not believing later on. He lowered Senator Amidala down through the Force on to the bed of the darkened room. Yoda moved towards a chair and sat down comfortably in it, and pondered for a few moments.
"Wonder, I do..." he trailed off, suddenly, looking down at Harry and judging his appearance. His eyes widened suddenly, and the Master smiled, "Of course, of course... Syfo-Dias."
The thousands upon thousands of planets that made up the Galactic Republic were governed by a body of senators. Each planet apart of the Galactic Republic had a single person who represented them in the legislation.
Within the cavernous Senate rotunda, thousands of politicians would fill the viewing platforms that lined the curved walls. When a Senator wished to speak, the platform would detach and float to the center of the auditorium for all to see. All the platforms were of the same structure and color save two, one which was red and belonged to the Supreme Chancellor and the other blue, which belonged to the Jedi Council.
The Supreme Chancellor held the most power within the Galactic Republic as he or she called meetings or the senate to session. He also held power to delegate time to each member of the Senate though restricting time to any one planet would be unwise as all it took was a single senator to call for a vote of 'No Confidence' in the Supreme Chancellor and once it was seconded, the entire senate would vote to determine whether or not the person stayed.
"Niskoka! Erialu ischwana wanna bin," claimed the Senator from Malachor V.
Translators mounted in each platform quickly deciphered any alien language the senator was unfamiliar with although it was customary for each to know at least twenty to twenty-five languages. It would better yourself within the Senate and it would also show you cared deeply of other planets and their cultures, at least thats what they believed.
"The floor recognizes the Senator from Malachor Five and designates two minutes to his cause," spoke a regal man from the red-colored platform which moved slightly over in the center of the auditorium to allow the said senator to take 'center-stage' so to speak. He politely nodded, and the strange alien senator soon began speaking a mile a minute in his native tongue.
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine listened carefully, all his features showing an attentive nature and care for each case brought before the great body of senators. He nodded in all the right places as the Malachorian Senator discussed his reasons for finding a war with the Confederacy of Independent Systems most acceptable: his planet was on the fringes of the Outer Worlds, easily susceptible to an attack and that the Republic could not sit by idly while more worlds were captured and turned to the nefarious will of the Confederacy. Whether this was true - the Confederacy being nefarious - or not was up to the Senators listening and more than half hung on to each word, nodding their heads, and the Supreme Chancellor merely gave an almost tearful smile showing his sympathy and understanding.
"Friends... off-worlders and homeworlders alike, with the greatest care given to every word spoken and each plight brought forth turned over with a fine-toothed comb, I must full-heartily agree with what Senator Vao has discussed before us," Supreme Chancellor Palpatine said nodding his head, in a somber fashion, "Many worlds, just like his, apart of our great Galactic Republic have fallen under the same veil of unease caused by the Confederacy - afraid to actively speak in the Republic for help, which I must commend Senator Vao for doing, as he risks not only his life but the lives of his people for speaking out against the Separatist cause that beckons on his door step," he said shaking his head as if disappointed with the people before him.
Several of the Senators stood up and looked towards Senator Vao and clapped in agreement of his bravery, "Every day," he said, trying to quiet the Senators down with his left hand but smiling his appreciation, "Every day they wake wondering whether or not their government is still there - whether or not they'll become the next bunch of slaves to serve the war-machine that is the Confederacy."
Several more senators stood up and began chanting in their native tongues for the elderly Supreme Chancellor and clapping.
"It is why I have moved for the vote to allow a Republic Army be created using the highest forms of cloning which will not only out-power the droids the Trade Federation and Unitech Corporations have given to the cause of the Confederacy... but also lower the need for each of our planet's citizenry to be called to active duty."
The Supreme Chancellor continued nodding as several hundred senators stood up and clapped their support for the bill, "I move for this bill to be put to vote this very day," which erupted in more cheers, "but..." the noise drowning out his speech. A warning klaxon went off in each platform bringing the noise level down once more, "but... we must respect all the voices within our great body," he said, as if speaking of a small child, "It is why I have allowed the floor to recognize for the next half hour the delegation from Naboo - former Queen - Senator Padmé Amidala."
Cheering now erupted from the anti-war supporters which was currently a third of the Senators in session. The seventy-three year old Supreme Chancellor who moved as if he was still a teenager looked around the many platforms where the Senator should be, looking for her. He raised an eyebrow in question.
As if hearing his unasked question of where she could be, a single platform raised from the ground below towards the center of the rotunda with three men dressed in black uniforms - Coruscant Air Control Guards. The platform latched onto the red one and the Supreme Chancellor and the commander of the small group leaned over and began whispering. The entire senatorial body watched with curious glances, some consorting with cabinet members they brought with them that were also standing in their platform and others looking as if they knew what precisely was being talked about as to show how involved they were within the government.
"This is must unfortunate," whispered the Supreme Chancellor, nodding sadly at the guard who was debriefing him upon a video feed which showed the Senator from Naboo dying in the arms of a Jedi, "Most distressing... I thank you," said Palpatine, patting the man on the back and looking back at the Galactic Senate as if the very action pained him.
"Esteemed colleagues," he said looking around the room, "It is... it is my most unfortunate duty to brief you of an attack that occurred hardly an hour ago. It is with solemn regards that I inform this great Galactic Body that one of our own... one of our finest...," here he had the entire attention of the Senatorial Body, only the translators working to decipher for the members who could not understand Galactic Basic making any noise, "Senator of Naboo, Padme Naberrie Amidala... is... is... dead."
Gasps echoed through the Senate Body, and the Chancellor nodded his head in agreement at such a crime. Whispers of Confederacy involvement broke out, and the klaxon was used once more.
"We will adjourn for a thirty minute break before we discuss the voting procedure for the cloning bill -"
"You will do no such thing!," spoke a loud, cheerful voice that cut off the Supreme Chancellor. The entire Galactic Body looked down to see a blue platform rising up from the floor below with a man in it.
"What is the meaning of this?," inquired the Supreme Chancellor, watching as the man moved towards the center of the dome, and bumped his platform out of the way.
"Esteemed senators! The voice of the people!," said the stately looking man who wore magnificent royal blue robes. He also had long jet-black hair, a well trimmed mustache and a short beard. He bowed politely several times feeding the ego of the senators much in the same way the Chancellor had.
"You have disrupted a very important session," said the Supreme Chancellor, coolly, yet sternly, "Who are you and what is the meaning of this obtrusion?"
"Ah! Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, I did not see you," he said in apology, turning around to face the red platform he had knocked in to. Several senators laughed softly. The man bowed several more times, "Syfo-Dias is the name, your supremeness," he said lightly, which caused the Supreme Chancellor's eyes to widen only momentarily before he became stoic once more. "Member of the Jedi Order."
Harry laughed inwardly, his guise working perfectly. In reality, Master Syfo-Dias had disappeared ten years ago for reasons unknown and the High Council had it hushed up, saying that the former leader of the High Council was touring the Outer Worlds in hopes of establishing new areas to find Jedi Padawans from. He had been sent through his holocom-cam an image of the late Master and he had laughed thinking it was a joke - Master Syfo-Dias was nothing more than an older version of Harry with facial hair and slightly higher cheek bones.
He had been of course put in his place, and had transformed and grew out his hair as well as transfiguring his white tunic and pants into regal looking royal robes befitting of a higher-class citizen. Master Yoda had then given him a quick overview of what to discuss though Harry hardly needed it, having seen enough Senatorial discussions to last a life time.
"I have come here -"
"Your rank within the Order, Sir Jedi?," cut off Palpatine, looking suspiciously at the man. Harry, as Master Syfo-Dias, was around the age of thirty-five.
Harry puffed out his chest, "Why your Chancellorship, a Master of course. I would not waste the time of this wonderful body of senators if I was anything less," he said, half-cocky with a charming smile. Several of the senators looked smugly, easily buying his loaded talk.
"As I was saying -"
"Has the High Council sent you?"
"Sir!," exclaimed the Master Jedi, faking hurt, "Surely you do not waste the time of not only the people but the representatives of worlds far and wide, of homes near and far, of places lightyears away from Coruscant just to ask them twenty questions! I am apart of the High Council, Chancellor Palpatine, and I am here to save you from making a mistake."
"What mistake could I possibly be making?," Palpatine said humorously, while casting a shrewd glance at the Jedi.
"Why the inclination that the very spirt! That the very heart of the people of Naboo is dead! Why, I watched from just over there" said the Master Jedi, pointing to the entrance down below, "as you quickly believed these gentlemen here without any more than a few words! Preposterous to believe so quickly without proof!"
"Master Syfo-Dias, with all do respect, I have just been told by -"
"You have just been told by people, for all the rest of these great senators know, are nothing more than a bunch of bumbling idiots who cannot tell which button to push to begin a live feed upon a holocam! Will you deny them proof of the Senator being dead?," cut in the Master Jedi.
Before the Supreme Chancellor could even speak, "Really Mister Chancellor! Do you also rush to war upon the same sorts of pretenses?" he said, sending an accusing glare which he faked. Several of the senators who had been ready to go to war looked shocked.
"Do you believe the first thing you hear? Do you even seek evidence?," he continued, "And what of our fair former Queen of Naboo! The very woman who got you into your office not even ten years ago and you are practically wishing her ill wealth with little more than thirty minutes for these great minds before me to digest this - to find out if it is even true!"
"With all do respect, Master Jedi, I moved for such a small break because people are dying -"
"People are dying! People are dying! Chancellor Palpatine! Will you really stand there and tell me you have done everything within your power to protect people from dying?"
"What?," inquired Palpatine, baffled by such a question.
"Are you trying to tell me you don't know, Mister Chancellor!" Harry continued, pointing a finger at him, "You, who hardly even two weeks ago turned down the request of not only the Senator of Naboo but the entire High Council of the Jedi to have guards on duty at all times at the Senatorial Landing Platform?," Harry did not wait for an answer. "You talk of wanting to prevent people from dying Supreme Chancellor but you cannot even protect the very heart of the people - the very drive of the people - the very VOICE of the people," he bellowed, and a hundred senators stood up - most Anti-War - and started clapping.
"This -," the Supreme Chancellor said, getting slightly furious.
Harry looked around as he cut off the Chancellor again, "No worries, Chancellor Palpatine!" when an odd prickling sensation began for the second time this day, 'Oh no...' he thought looking around, "It has been confirmed by the Jedi High Council that Senator Amidala is alive and well. She is currently in custody of a very competent medical staff at a location that will remain disclosed for the duration of her stay," he said, looking around as the pain became almost unbearable, 'He's here...' he looked around, his eyes darting everywhere but he could not see the masked Dark Lord, 'How is he here... how?' he wondered, losing vision slightly.
Harry hardly noticed as nearly half of the Senatorial Body got up and began clapping for the Master Jedi.
"I stand before you begging! Petitioning to you esteemed senators," he continued, his eyes trying to refocus as he instead sensed the presence of all the senators, "To allow Senator Amidala to recover from the wounds she received in the assassination attempt upon her life until she is ready to deliver her speech outlining how this war we face with the Confederacy of Independent Systems can be avoided with the minimal of costs."
Murmurs broke through the Senate Building and the Chancellor looked absolutely livid, "How can you request such a thing when even more proof of the menace that is the Separatist Movement shows up right under our noses? The Senator was targeted on our very capital world!," he shouted, hoping to regain control of the Senate in his favor.
"Targeted yes, Chancellor Palpatine," he said, his voice getting louder with each word and he bellowed, "BY THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH!" Harry yelled, while allowing copious amounts of the Force to drift from his body through the room discretely to ease the resolve of the senators. It was much like the Jedi Mind-Trick but less commanding and removed the 'Stubborn-Arse' barrier of the die-hards who would never change positions.
The room was deathly quiet, hushed by the very mention of the Sith they had heard about becoming active once more ten years ago. Even the Supreme Chancellor was quiet, his breath hitched for some time.
"You hear correctly," shouted Harry as Syfo-Dias, his platform beginning to move around the room so he could look into as many eyes as possible, hoping to detect the dark presence within the room, "The Dark Lord of the Sith has been the prime suspect behind this attack from what evidence we have and the High Council will have a statement ready for the Galactic Senate within a week!" murmuring broke out once more, each now discussing everything from what had been said to Darth Maul and his involvement with the Naboo Blockade some ten years ago.
"Will you be so quick to rush into war when the Sith have their own agenda?," he asked, quietly, his whisper moving through the rotunda like a soft breeze, capturing their attention - ensnaring it, "Will you deny the people - the Senator of Naboo - her right to speak her mind in this great democracy of ours." Harry very much wanted to wash his mouth out - the Senate was far from great, and all this ego-boosting talk was beginning to sicken him. The very fact that he could stroke them with words showed how weak they were - how easy they were to turn, 'Just like Cornelius Fudge.'
"I will not speak fully against Supreme Chancellor Palpatine as you, esteemed Senators, have placed him there and I trust your better judgment in such matters. But can we really allow this bill to be put to vote when he was quick enough to announce the former Queen of Naboo's departure from our realm we call life with little more than ten seconds of information - information given by officers who are renowned for their incompetency? I can tell you they are incompetent because I have just seen the Senator alive and well," he finished, still in his whisper but delivering finality that left an impression this man was to be taken seriously.
A single senator stood up and urged her platform towards the center of the auditorium while she began speaking in a clear voice.
"I push for the Cloning Bill and its voting process to be delayed at least eight days to not only allow Senator Amidala recovery time but the rest of our esteemed colleagues ample time to digest the happenings of such a grievous day," she said, smiling softly at the Master Jedi who returned it, bowing in kindness.
"I second the motion!" shouted another human, a male. Soon the entire rotunda was filled with chants of "To vote! to vote!" in their various tongues and the Supreme Chancellor could do nothing but put it to vote. Palpatine sighed, angered, his eyes locking with the kind-hearted ones of the Jedi Master who smiled warmly in return.
Harry laughed inwardly, his deception having worked perfectly and he watched, nodding towards them in much the same way that Palpatine had, as the voting was done on the small screens installed on the platform.
It was over four minutes later, the majority voting in favor of pushing back the voting process for the Cloning Bill, eight days.
An actual Master Jedi, Yoda, who was watching in the Archive in the Jedi Temple that lay a hundred kilometers away from where Harry stood upon a hovering platform, clapping and praising the Senators for their wiseness, laughed softly and smiled.
He hopped out of his seat near the large monitor screen that had displayed the events within the Galactic Senate House, and hobbled towards the Chronicler of the Archive who was a Twi'lek male.
Twi'leks were another of the many species of intelligent life that expanded across the Galaxy. They were tall, thin humanoids with skin pigments that span a rainbow of colors, yet their most distinctive feature was the shapely prehensile tentacles that grew from the base of their skulls. Yoda smiled at Orn Free Taa, the name of the Twi'lek Jedi who had risen through the ranks and had become the Head Chronicler of such a vast amount of text, knowledge, and lore.
"Ah, Master Yoda, may I be of some assistance in whatever you need finding?," inquired the Twi'lek, not in his native tongue.
"Mhmm, information I seek, on Revan Undomiel and Bastila Shan."