Note: In future chapters I'm going to need to evaluate every combatants "power level". I found that the best way would be to mention to numbers: the first one – realized midi-chlorian capability (short for rmc), the second one – potential midi-cholrian capability (short for pmc). Sometimes I will mention only one number, in those instances, if not mentioned clearly, you should assume that I'm talking about the rmc.

- Charged! While visiting Letta Trumond at the Republic Military base on Corouscant, Ahsoka Tano sees the captor Force choked and is immediately accused of being the culprit. This makes her potentially the mastermind of the whole bombing incident. These kinds of accusations can derail any societies sense of trust. -

Chapter 3. Trust Columns Cracked

15 minutes after the confinement of Ahsoka Tano. The two young Jedi concluded that they should leave the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Katooni was grateful that Oswald listened to her, did not mistake for a paranoid person and showed actual concern towards her health. Being in such a better mood made her want to go back to her clan mates. Oswald's reasons for leaving were far more simpler. The main reason, why he came to the Room of a Thousand Fountains, was to relax, with Katoonis statements this no longer proved to be achievable. Not wanting to meet up with Kelan & Zane so soon, padawan Menson accompanied Katooni to her clan's quarters. They walked through the halls of the Temple without any noticeable strange stairs from anyone. At one intersection the tholotian girl extended her right hand to block the other ones movement.

"This is close enough, Oswald."

She turns around.

"Thanks for escorting me back to my clan."

"No problem, Katooni. The walk was beneficial to me to."

"Glad to hear it."

"Until we meet again."

While turning to his right, his ears picked up another sentence.

"Wait, Oswald."

"What's the matter, Katooni? Still not ready to see them again?"

"That's not it. I was wondering if you … could … give me some advice."

"On what?"

"On the Force."

The padawan returns to his previous stance.

"I don't know that much. I'm still a padawan, Master Yoda understands the Force far better than me."

Katooni started to sadden. Because of this he had to act fast and settle on a worthy set of words.

"But since you asked me, I'll tell you this. Be open-minded to the Force. It shows you so many different, interesting, hard to grasp things and you shouldn't be afraid of them. Cautious – most definitely, afraid – better not."

The last sentence being a bit stronger, harder than the other three. She takes in the information, process for a short period of time.

"See you later." – cheerfully makes a closing remark.

Not even a minute passes as Oswald's communication device starts beeping.

"Oswald here."

"It's me." – says a man.

Straight away after hearing the man's voice the person withdraws from the near middle of the hall to a pillars dark zone.

"What's the reason for your call, Hector?"

"I need to talk to you about the overarching feel in the Temple."

"It puzzles you?"

"More correctly – worries me."

"Understood. Place?"

"Point C."

"I'm on my way."

30 minutes after confinement of Ahsoka Tano. The male blondie reaches the agreed spot of the meeting. It was the least frequently visited tower of all four in the Jedi Temple. This made secret meetings here quite possible. At first glance padawan Menson couldn't see his caller. For this reason he used the Force to sense for any lifeforms in the confined space. The signal was positive.

"It's okay. We are the only ones here."

"Splendid." – a stern voice uttered.

From the shadows on the left side a being appeared. He was a Jedi Temple Guard. Every part of his attire supported that: the white gold marked helmet, white colored and gold imprinted vest, no sleeves. His weapon was buckled on his left side, near the top of his hip.

"Hello, Hector."

"Greetings, Oswald."

"You said you wanted to talk to me about the overarching feel within the Temple?"

"Exactly."

While Oswald's voice gave off some waves of sympathy, the Temple Guard spoke in a complete apathetic tone. The white, yellow color representative walked a bit closer to the padawan. Very quickly only some feet separated their bodies from touching.

"What worries you about it?"

"I have seen, sensed and experienced in other ways the emotional makeup of some individuals in the Temple. They give of feelings of anxiousness, worry, indecisiveness."

"Is it wide spread?"

"Alarmingly spread."

"Then what pray tell is the Jedi Council doing about this uneasiness? If you could sense this much, then surely Plo Koon, Adi-Mundi, Koth, Fisto or any other one should be able to as well."

"As much as I could gather, they are preoccupied with some kind of meeting."

"It must be quite important, when you understand the seriousness of this situation."

"Most definitely, Oswald."

Mundi's padawan turns to his right in a diagonally down, closes his eyes. A minute of Force sensing give him a blank sheet.

"We're missing something. Something … that has transpired quite recently."

"That appears to be the case."

"Let's work on it on our separate time. This … unknown thing gives me a bad feeling of the future."

"We shouldn't panic, but be attentive of the truth's whereabouts."

"I concur, Hector."

They bow to each other and leave at different times the least visited tower of the Jedi Temple.

1 hour after confinement of Ahsoka Tano. Since the Jedi Code tell Jedi to not care for material possession, this in turn makes their lives quite bleak. Sure, they have the ability to use the Force, but sooner or later the first impressions fade and it becomes unable to create arousals from them. The notion did not escape the cuisine, which they ate. On their military missions the food was always similar, had little variety. Very few padawans found this quite irritating, dull, made the most of their time in the Temple, when it came to eating. Oswald fell into that group. Due to an unexpected turn of events, also, their lasting effects, he managed to get a very amusing dish from time to time in one of the Temple's refectories. The meal had already been a third finished, when the communicator's light started flickering.

"Yes."

"Oswald, it's Kelan. We have some major news to tell you."

"Well I'm eating my dinner now, so unless it truly has great consequences in store for me, it can be dealt with after my meal, Kelan."

"No, it can't."

"Are you sure?"

"Without a doubt, Oswald."

"Fine. Come to my favorite eating place within the Temple."

The arrival of the twi'lek female and human male at the refectory was quick. This made Kelan's view on a matter more convincing for Oswald. There were only 5 people in the whole room before their appearance.

"There he is" – says Kelan.

They march towards a four seat table, settle themselves comfortably on a bench, opposite of their friend. He was just sprinkling vanilla sugar on the food.

"You ordered them again?"

"You sound surprised, Kelan. We have known each other for a while now, you should expect that I would eat them here between every mission."

"True, Oswald."

"Aren't waffles unhealthy?" – asks Zane.

"Depends on how much you eat them. I rarely eat them."

"We would want to have a bit of … your … delicious food."

"You might. The question is – do you have a way to take them?"

His friends look at each other, by the looks of it exchange an amusing sign.

"Oh, don't worry, friend."

Zane takes out a strong fork from under his left sleeve. In order to avoid any hair contamination, the utensil is wrapped in paper. Kelan soon follows suit.

"We came prepared."

Oswald just nods his head to his right and accepts the inevitability of the coming action. Each one unwraps their fork, stabs a rectangular, crunchy waffle and drags it near their mouths. Kelan took a bite of it, an adrenaline type of rush overtook her body. After several cycles of chewing the time to express oneself had arrived.

"That was an amazing bite. Truly a thing to look forward to."

"I completely agree, Kelan."

"So you haven't gotten tired of them?"

"Not a bit" – answered both.

Mundi's padawan just smiled. Before they became close friends he would take 4 crunchy, rectangular waffles to eat. The appliance, which made them, produced 6 examples per dough fill up. This meant 2 would always be left. A person should eat the amount he can cope with. Things changed when the trio's friendship started and reached a significant speed. Kelan's master really wanted her to eat only healthy foods, certainly nothing as sweet, appetizing as Oswald's waffles. On the other hand, Zane's master only cared about thing – his preparation of the mission, the hard turns that made it harder for him to prepare didn't do anything for him. Neither she nor he considered a sin to eat the mentioned dish. Knowing this, the last few times Oswald decided took the full package, all 6 waffles landed in his plate.

At the last waffle Kelan landed her elbows on the table and spoke in a very silent, soft tone.

"Listen, Oswald. What I'm about to say to you might shock you. So … you should probably not be chewing a waffle at this moment."

"She's right, friend. You might get a piece stuck in your throat."

"Is it really that bad?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Spill it."

She deeply exhales, prepares for the probable chaotic commotion that is about to be brought into the material plane.

"Ahsoka Tano has been placed under lock and key in the Republic Military base, where Letta Trumond was being held.

Menson's eyes just rapidly stretched as far wide as possible.