After watching the armed personnel escort Padmé from her apartment, Obi-Wan turned to Master Yoda who was still standing on the desk, glaring toward the exit.
"Thank you Master Yoda."
"Thanks, required not it is. Work we have to do." The Jedi Master hopped down off of the table and commenced to hobbling through the apartment with the aid of his gimerstick. Obi-Wan followed him to the security panel located to the right of the entrance to the apartment and accessed the security system. Within minutes, he had overrode the security codes and was viewing thousands of images taken over the last ten days. With the aid of the Force, the two Jedi viewed the images in rapid succession. Obi-Wan let out an aggravated huff of breath as the screen suddenly blacked out for a brief period of time.
"Disappointing, this is. Like the Senate recordings, this too sabotaged has been."
"Master Yoda," Obi-Wan slumped to the floor, now eye level with his mentor. "I don't know what to do now. Every piece of evidence we come up with leads us to a dead end."
"Maybe allowing one's feelings to get in the way, you are." The Jedi Master replied somberly. "Clouds the Force, emotion does. Perhaps the senator, not as innocent as you presume."
Obi-Wan lifted a weary head to gaze upon the green Master. "No. I don't believe that she is possible of murder, Master. I know her. She can't be guilty. She just can't be."
Obi-Wan's eyes had drifted to the floor and his voice had softened as his mind began to plague him. Maybe Yoda was right. Was he allowing his personal feelings to cloud his judgment? Maybe Padmé was guilty after all. Maybe that's why he couldn't find any evidence to help her – and that all evidence seemed to condemn her. With a heavy heart, his attention was brought to a slight rustling sound at the far end of the living area, where Dormé had entered, carrying a data disk in her hand.
"Here. Maybe this will help." She held out the disk to an approaching Obi-Wan whose face revealed his confusion as to what could possibly be on this small disk that would help Padmé. Dormé hurried to explain.
"Following the Senator's arrest, I took it upon myself to start making copies of the security recordings here. Obviously, someone is setting her up, and I wanted to make sure that these recordings weren't tampered with like the ones in the Senate have been. This disk contains all the security monitorings for the past week."
Holding her hand that held the disk, Obi-Wan smiled down at the young bodyguard, hope lighting his face. "Thank you, Dormé." He then turned to head back to the security station to insert the disk.
He and Yoda once more rapidly scanned the information revealed upon the screen, stopping the recording instantly at a sight he had not expected to see. A tall, lean form had entered the darkened apartment three days before and was rummaging through Padmé's personal desk. It was difficult to make out exactly who it was from the first few shots since the being had on a hooded robe and was moving about in the dark, but as it stepped away from the desk and walked back across the room, a momentary flash of light apparently coming through the windows from the Coruscant traffic outside offered just enough illumination that the facial features were all too clear.
Obi-Wan turned to look down at Yoda with surprise written across his face.
"Jar-Jar Binks?"
"Hmmm." Yoda replied, his lower lip twitching in concentration.