"The Sith are becoming a threat again!" Jedi Master Bin Col Daus shouts in
the Jedi Council room.
In the massive room, the group of Jedi elders sit as they listen to Bin Col as he voices his opinion. The group sit in red chairs that are half domed silver on the bottom, placed in a round circle, they all have a good view of facing one another so they can converse and discuss everything about the force. The large windows behind them all clearly show that they are well above the city and placed high on top of the Jedi Temple. The soft glow of the daylight penetrating the room illuminates the detailed colored emblem on the room's floor. Even though the temple is ancient and been lived in for thousands upon thousands of years, every detail in the building looks as if it was still fresh and new. Jedi take good care of the temple and as does the Republic whom cherishes the Jedi for all their good they've done in the Galaxy. But as Daus screams at the aging Masters of the Force, His place on the council is being eyed very carefully after speaking out in such a rude manner.
"You don't serious believe that is true do you?" A multi-horned grey Jedi says. "And please lower your voice when speaking Master Daus. Such rudeness will not be tolerated."
Daus bows and calms himself, "Forgive me friends. You know I am not one to scream within this sacred place. But I have seen a great disturbance in the Force, three Sith Lords have attacked the one we sent for."
A various gaze passes among the Jedi, they looked concerned at his testimony and the Jedi sitting behind Daus, who is standing in the middle of the room, now speaks to him.
"Three did you say?" The frail looking alien says. "An impossibility, the Sith never train more then one or two at a time. Not since the days of the old wars have we ever heard of more then one attacking."
Col Bin turns to the old master, a being that is wrinkled, a faded shade of red and yellow eyes. A wisp of white hair is all that remains on the top of his balding head, his drooping eyebrows seem to have more fullness to them then his head. Col Bin Daus is old, but probably not as old as the one he is facing, for this is one of the original Jedi that was present at the Sith/Jedi wars, probably the only surviving member among them.
"Precisely Master Zen'Tauk, I'm aware that this is seemingly unlikely situation...but the fact is it's true. Jedi Master So'bal has encountered them and they were organized."
The grey horned being rises out of his comfortable chair and paces around the old Daus.
"Organized? Sith are never organized Daus. There was only one who managed to elude us after the war, one that we will never admit to having looked over. The records are sealed, the members that know of it are sworn to silence on the matter, only here in this sacred room can we discuss it openly. The one that left us is probably dead by now, these other few must be his last remaining students, Jo'bal must have finished the last members off."
Daus clears his throat and eyes the pacing elder, "Forgive me my friend, but I would beg to differ. There have been more then one attacks on Jedi during the years, our training facilities on many worlds, our ships out in space...all signal a growing threat from our enemies again."
The old red Jedi Master speaks up again, "Not a threat Master Daus, more like a group of evil beings struggling to remain in power. The years you speak of have been random and long in-between. The last reported attack happened nearly fifty years ago..."
Bin Col interrupts him, "Yes. Fifty years ago Master Zen'Tauk, and a two places during that time. Doesn't that strike you odd of how they could manage to attack at two different locations at the very same time? What does that say about their motives...their drive...their co-operation?"
The Jedi all chat amongst themselves and listen to the grey horned elder as he speaks up.
"This is insane! There is no Sith threat at all. We took care of this matter, one will not teach so many and be strong. Darth Bane is either dying or dead...these others are nothing more then copycats trying to prove themselves against the Jedi order. We have more important matters to discuss."
Daus comes face to face with the enraged Jedi Master and looks him in the eye.
"That's right! Yoda is our matter to discuss! We felt his presence and heard the will of the Force telling us that he is destined to be with us! The Sith also seem to know about the young Padwan and are trying to take him for themselves!"
Zen'Tauk bangs his twisted wooden cane on the floor as he tries to calm the two men.
"Enough...sit down!" He says to the horned Jedi.
Looking over, the grey being bows and takes his seat. The old red Jedi leans back and looks at the ceiling.
"Stop the recordings...no records of this must be allowed. Holo-imagers off."
A slight noise of a bell dinging gives the Jedi an indication that his command has been confirmed. As the old man looks back down at them all, he sighs and rises to his feet. Bin Col walks over and helps the frail man, Zen'Tauk smiles at him and soon slowly shuffles his feet around the room.
"I have not felt any new threat from the Sith order. Since their destruction long ago, I could only see one who manages to continually challenge us all. Darth Bane. He is old, alone, and will probably not survive the few remaining years he has left in him. Whatever Sith he has trained, now or in the past, they will never be able to be as strong as they once were. However, the threat to Yoda is a concern to us all. The young Padwan is destined for greatness in this temple as we have all foreseen. Therefore, you Master Daus will instruct Jo'bal to do whatever he must to bring him here safely."
Bin Col bows to the man, "A task I have already done Master, Jo'bal will carry out his mission."
The old red Jedi sighs again, "As for choosing Jedi Master Jo'bal for this, I am strongly disappointed. Never have I trusted him since he spoke out against us, he once abandoned his Jedi code and lived among the citizens of the Republic as if he was as normal as they. Then one day he returns and begs to be re-instated, a feat that never in the history of the Jedi order has ever happened. But you Bin Col Daus, you granted his return and defied our advice to not allow it. Why?"
Daus places his arms into his large brown robe sleeves, a simple tweak of his nose and a long sigh, he starts to explain his actions.
"Jo'bal was young, he was a dreamer. He didn't like the rules the Jedi had laid down for thousands of years and felt them to be...out dated. He went out into the Galaxy to find the answers he needed and returned with a clean mind. I thought if it as more as a sabbatical or a retreat to bring his mind back into focus. He repented his actions upon his return and swore he would never wavier from them again. I believed in his heart and the Force within him was stronger then we had last met. Even though it went against our teachings...I felt he deserved another chance. Perhaps that was my own mistake, or perhaps not...for ill or good...he is better now then he ever was before."
Zen'Tauk grimaces and shakes his head.
"That action alone has caused more harm then you believe. Even now, the young ones still talk of that moment. There is an unsettled whisper in the halls among our young Padwans and Jedi learners that Jo'bal was allowed to break the rules. Something many are beginning to question themselves, that there is an alternative to being committed to the Force and going off to have adventures of their own. This I will not allow."
Bin Col Daus looks in shock about this news and looks confused, "You are certain of this? I've not heard these rumors as you claim..."
The grey horned Jedi Master interrupts him, "You have never really listened to the others concerns before, and it comes as no surprise that you would have no idea about any of this. We are on the verge of splitting if this continues to grow, this lack of respect within is worrying many elders and other Jedi."
Daus walks around the room and rubs his chin, deep in thought, he whispers to himself.
"Perhaps this is why we've become so blind...we've become to large to control our vast numbers."
Zen'Tauk strains to hear him and taps his cane on the floor.
"What? What was that? Speak up Daus, if you have something to tell then share with us."
Turning to face the wrinkled old master, Daus lowers his hand from stroking his chin and straightens up.
"I said, that we're becoming too powerful. Like the Sith, we too shall splinter off and have a multi-Jedi conflict on our hands. There is no balance to maintain order."
The Jedi all gasp in the room, whispers now flood the chamber as they all raise their voices to one another with disbelief. Zen'Tauk again strikes the floor with his cane to regain order and stares at them all.
"Be silent! There will be no discussion!"
Voices die down and the very old Jedi Master sighs deeply before he speaks.
"Are you saying Master Daus...that we are now...too many?"
Bin Col nods in agreement. Zen'Tauk laughs with utter amusement.
"This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard from you. We are not like the Sith! The Sith were evil and power hungry; they only wanted to conquer and spread their darkness throughout the galaxy. To say that we are becoming like them is blasphemy!"
Bin Col walks up to the old man and looks down at him.
"But we have become too powerful. We've become overly traditional, stale and unchanged. With so many Jedi in our order, there will be a breaking point...there is no balance to guide us. Our young ones desire change, they seek to find a better way of life, they want what we can not give...they want to have a choice."
One of the aliens across the room speaks up, its neck is long and slender, the top of its head is small but round and has one eye, as it's main feature. Speaking in its native language, the other Jedi listen having the full knowledge to understand its words.
"Choice is not an option. To be in service of the Force is to be committed for life, many that have the power come here because the outside world will not understand their special gift. It has always been an honor for parents of children with the Force to be sent here for training. This is not a curse to live here, this is no prison, this is a loving community that understands them and helps them to develop that gift."
The very old Jedi Master, Zen'Tauk, nods in agreement.
"Yes, well spoken Master Iylliam. Why should any of them be unhappy here? They have everything they should ever want or need, a life of comfort and security the likes no other being shall ever see."
Bin Col Daus's eyes lower and he looks at them all staring at him as if he has become an outcast.
"Sometimes my fiends...that is never enough. I know a Jedi shall not no fear, nor hate...but to not know love? We will only be denying them the very reason for existence."
Zen'Tauk returns to his chair and grunts as he sits down. His old bones cause him to ache with so much movement, sitting is a painful process to do for him as much as walking is, but once he is comfortable...the pain dies down. Closing his eyes in thought, the old man quickly says his final words to the questioning Jedi.
"Love is all around Master Daus. We all share it day by day. If you mean the physical side of love, then yes, it should not be encouraged. It is a dangerous thing to love...or lust I should say. It stirs the emotions within and causes many to loose control. How would we ever hope to keep track of all those who spawned from one to another? How would we know if the Darkside is within them or not? No. The Jedi must be controlled...if not for the good of the Galaxy...then for the good of the one that welds the power of the Force. Emotions like lust, lead to jealousy, hate, anger and then suffering. That is why no one Jedi must ever be allowed to live that way, it is the very reason why the Sith destroyed each other long ago...and I will not have our order turn into the next dark power. This subject is now closed. I will not speak of this again...and neither are you Jedi Master Bin Col Daus."
Daus bows to the wise elder, knowing full well that once he has put his foot down on a subject it is useless to argue. He walks out the large doors opening in front of him and when he is finally down the hall, they close back together. The members still sitting in the room look at one another with great concern and the grey horned Jedi Master looks at Zen'Tauk.
"Forgive me, but I must be blunt. I think we should expel Daus and Jo'bal from the Jedi order...they are the reason for this threat. Once that is done, things will return to normal."
Zen'Tauk sighs.
"It's too late for that. What is done is done, now it is up to us to conceal this shameful disgrace from our records. I want nothing about these events put in...not even the Sith attacks on the Padwan. This never took place, if anyone should ask...we will always state this: The Sith are dead and the Jedi will always be strong in the Force."
All of the members nod at that statement, the old man holds his wood cane up to his face and leans on it with a look of frustration. In his mind, he is deeply concerned about what is happening, even about the young Padwan who must one day take his place in the Jedi council.
In the massive room, the group of Jedi elders sit as they listen to Bin Col as he voices his opinion. The group sit in red chairs that are half domed silver on the bottom, placed in a round circle, they all have a good view of facing one another so they can converse and discuss everything about the force. The large windows behind them all clearly show that they are well above the city and placed high on top of the Jedi Temple. The soft glow of the daylight penetrating the room illuminates the detailed colored emblem on the room's floor. Even though the temple is ancient and been lived in for thousands upon thousands of years, every detail in the building looks as if it was still fresh and new. Jedi take good care of the temple and as does the Republic whom cherishes the Jedi for all their good they've done in the Galaxy. But as Daus screams at the aging Masters of the Force, His place on the council is being eyed very carefully after speaking out in such a rude manner.
"You don't serious believe that is true do you?" A multi-horned grey Jedi says. "And please lower your voice when speaking Master Daus. Such rudeness will not be tolerated."
Daus bows and calms himself, "Forgive me friends. You know I am not one to scream within this sacred place. But I have seen a great disturbance in the Force, three Sith Lords have attacked the one we sent for."
A various gaze passes among the Jedi, they looked concerned at his testimony and the Jedi sitting behind Daus, who is standing in the middle of the room, now speaks to him.
"Three did you say?" The frail looking alien says. "An impossibility, the Sith never train more then one or two at a time. Not since the days of the old wars have we ever heard of more then one attacking."
Col Bin turns to the old master, a being that is wrinkled, a faded shade of red and yellow eyes. A wisp of white hair is all that remains on the top of his balding head, his drooping eyebrows seem to have more fullness to them then his head. Col Bin Daus is old, but probably not as old as the one he is facing, for this is one of the original Jedi that was present at the Sith/Jedi wars, probably the only surviving member among them.
"Precisely Master Zen'Tauk, I'm aware that this is seemingly unlikely situation...but the fact is it's true. Jedi Master So'bal has encountered them and they were organized."
The grey horned being rises out of his comfortable chair and paces around the old Daus.
"Organized? Sith are never organized Daus. There was only one who managed to elude us after the war, one that we will never admit to having looked over. The records are sealed, the members that know of it are sworn to silence on the matter, only here in this sacred room can we discuss it openly. The one that left us is probably dead by now, these other few must be his last remaining students, Jo'bal must have finished the last members off."
Daus clears his throat and eyes the pacing elder, "Forgive me my friend, but I would beg to differ. There have been more then one attacks on Jedi during the years, our training facilities on many worlds, our ships out in space...all signal a growing threat from our enemies again."
The old red Jedi Master speaks up again, "Not a threat Master Daus, more like a group of evil beings struggling to remain in power. The years you speak of have been random and long in-between. The last reported attack happened nearly fifty years ago..."
Bin Col interrupts him, "Yes. Fifty years ago Master Zen'Tauk, and a two places during that time. Doesn't that strike you odd of how they could manage to attack at two different locations at the very same time? What does that say about their motives...their drive...their co-operation?"
The Jedi all chat amongst themselves and listen to the grey horned elder as he speaks up.
"This is insane! There is no Sith threat at all. We took care of this matter, one will not teach so many and be strong. Darth Bane is either dying or dead...these others are nothing more then copycats trying to prove themselves against the Jedi order. We have more important matters to discuss."
Daus comes face to face with the enraged Jedi Master and looks him in the eye.
"That's right! Yoda is our matter to discuss! We felt his presence and heard the will of the Force telling us that he is destined to be with us! The Sith also seem to know about the young Padwan and are trying to take him for themselves!"
Zen'Tauk bangs his twisted wooden cane on the floor as he tries to calm the two men.
"Enough...sit down!" He says to the horned Jedi.
Looking over, the grey being bows and takes his seat. The old red Jedi leans back and looks at the ceiling.
"Stop the recordings...no records of this must be allowed. Holo-imagers off."
A slight noise of a bell dinging gives the Jedi an indication that his command has been confirmed. As the old man looks back down at them all, he sighs and rises to his feet. Bin Col walks over and helps the frail man, Zen'Tauk smiles at him and soon slowly shuffles his feet around the room.
"I have not felt any new threat from the Sith order. Since their destruction long ago, I could only see one who manages to continually challenge us all. Darth Bane. He is old, alone, and will probably not survive the few remaining years he has left in him. Whatever Sith he has trained, now or in the past, they will never be able to be as strong as they once were. However, the threat to Yoda is a concern to us all. The young Padwan is destined for greatness in this temple as we have all foreseen. Therefore, you Master Daus will instruct Jo'bal to do whatever he must to bring him here safely."
Bin Col bows to the man, "A task I have already done Master, Jo'bal will carry out his mission."
The old red Jedi sighs again, "As for choosing Jedi Master Jo'bal for this, I am strongly disappointed. Never have I trusted him since he spoke out against us, he once abandoned his Jedi code and lived among the citizens of the Republic as if he was as normal as they. Then one day he returns and begs to be re-instated, a feat that never in the history of the Jedi order has ever happened. But you Bin Col Daus, you granted his return and defied our advice to not allow it. Why?"
Daus places his arms into his large brown robe sleeves, a simple tweak of his nose and a long sigh, he starts to explain his actions.
"Jo'bal was young, he was a dreamer. He didn't like the rules the Jedi had laid down for thousands of years and felt them to be...out dated. He went out into the Galaxy to find the answers he needed and returned with a clean mind. I thought if it as more as a sabbatical or a retreat to bring his mind back into focus. He repented his actions upon his return and swore he would never wavier from them again. I believed in his heart and the Force within him was stronger then we had last met. Even though it went against our teachings...I felt he deserved another chance. Perhaps that was my own mistake, or perhaps not...for ill or good...he is better now then he ever was before."
Zen'Tauk grimaces and shakes his head.
"That action alone has caused more harm then you believe. Even now, the young ones still talk of that moment. There is an unsettled whisper in the halls among our young Padwans and Jedi learners that Jo'bal was allowed to break the rules. Something many are beginning to question themselves, that there is an alternative to being committed to the Force and going off to have adventures of their own. This I will not allow."
Bin Col Daus looks in shock about this news and looks confused, "You are certain of this? I've not heard these rumors as you claim..."
The grey horned Jedi Master interrupts him, "You have never really listened to the others concerns before, and it comes as no surprise that you would have no idea about any of this. We are on the verge of splitting if this continues to grow, this lack of respect within is worrying many elders and other Jedi."
Daus walks around the room and rubs his chin, deep in thought, he whispers to himself.
"Perhaps this is why we've become so blind...we've become to large to control our vast numbers."
Zen'Tauk strains to hear him and taps his cane on the floor.
"What? What was that? Speak up Daus, if you have something to tell then share with us."
Turning to face the wrinkled old master, Daus lowers his hand from stroking his chin and straightens up.
"I said, that we're becoming too powerful. Like the Sith, we too shall splinter off and have a multi-Jedi conflict on our hands. There is no balance to maintain order."
The Jedi all gasp in the room, whispers now flood the chamber as they all raise their voices to one another with disbelief. Zen'Tauk again strikes the floor with his cane to regain order and stares at them all.
"Be silent! There will be no discussion!"
Voices die down and the very old Jedi Master sighs deeply before he speaks.
"Are you saying Master Daus...that we are now...too many?"
Bin Col nods in agreement. Zen'Tauk laughs with utter amusement.
"This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard from you. We are not like the Sith! The Sith were evil and power hungry; they only wanted to conquer and spread their darkness throughout the galaxy. To say that we are becoming like them is blasphemy!"
Bin Col walks up to the old man and looks down at him.
"But we have become too powerful. We've become overly traditional, stale and unchanged. With so many Jedi in our order, there will be a breaking point...there is no balance to guide us. Our young ones desire change, they seek to find a better way of life, they want what we can not give...they want to have a choice."
One of the aliens across the room speaks up, its neck is long and slender, the top of its head is small but round and has one eye, as it's main feature. Speaking in its native language, the other Jedi listen having the full knowledge to understand its words.
"Choice is not an option. To be in service of the Force is to be committed for life, many that have the power come here because the outside world will not understand their special gift. It has always been an honor for parents of children with the Force to be sent here for training. This is not a curse to live here, this is no prison, this is a loving community that understands them and helps them to develop that gift."
The very old Jedi Master, Zen'Tauk, nods in agreement.
"Yes, well spoken Master Iylliam. Why should any of them be unhappy here? They have everything they should ever want or need, a life of comfort and security the likes no other being shall ever see."
Bin Col Daus's eyes lower and he looks at them all staring at him as if he has become an outcast.
"Sometimes my fiends...that is never enough. I know a Jedi shall not no fear, nor hate...but to not know love? We will only be denying them the very reason for existence."
Zen'Tauk returns to his chair and grunts as he sits down. His old bones cause him to ache with so much movement, sitting is a painful process to do for him as much as walking is, but once he is comfortable...the pain dies down. Closing his eyes in thought, the old man quickly says his final words to the questioning Jedi.
"Love is all around Master Daus. We all share it day by day. If you mean the physical side of love, then yes, it should not be encouraged. It is a dangerous thing to love...or lust I should say. It stirs the emotions within and causes many to loose control. How would we ever hope to keep track of all those who spawned from one to another? How would we know if the Darkside is within them or not? No. The Jedi must be controlled...if not for the good of the Galaxy...then for the good of the one that welds the power of the Force. Emotions like lust, lead to jealousy, hate, anger and then suffering. That is why no one Jedi must ever be allowed to live that way, it is the very reason why the Sith destroyed each other long ago...and I will not have our order turn into the next dark power. This subject is now closed. I will not speak of this again...and neither are you Jedi Master Bin Col Daus."
Daus bows to the wise elder, knowing full well that once he has put his foot down on a subject it is useless to argue. He walks out the large doors opening in front of him and when he is finally down the hall, they close back together. The members still sitting in the room look at one another with great concern and the grey horned Jedi Master looks at Zen'Tauk.
"Forgive me, but I must be blunt. I think we should expel Daus and Jo'bal from the Jedi order...they are the reason for this threat. Once that is done, things will return to normal."
Zen'Tauk sighs.
"It's too late for that. What is done is done, now it is up to us to conceal this shameful disgrace from our records. I want nothing about these events put in...not even the Sith attacks on the Padwan. This never took place, if anyone should ask...we will always state this: The Sith are dead and the Jedi will always be strong in the Force."
All of the members nod at that statement, the old man holds his wood cane up to his face and leans on it with a look of frustration. In his mind, he is deeply concerned about what is happening, even about the young Padwan who must one day take his place in the Jedi council.