Ok, now introducing out leading male in this story. Lol, can you possibly guess who that is? Well, I hope you do enjoy this chapter since it is a transition point in the story. Hmmm I was never one to enjoy these parts but they have to be done or everyone would be lost. Nas pas? And I was serious about that song. Has anyone heard of it? Ok, I will stop talking and let you read!

A stirring in the living quarters caused a very sleepy, Klip to rise from his slumber. His blue orbs glanced towards the tiny clock. It flashed the time in a blue tinge. Who ever could have been bothering him at this hour of the morning had better have a good excuse.

He rose from his bed. Quickly throwing on his tunic and boots, the Jedi emerged from his room to find his padawan. Ze scratched his dark head of hair. "Good morning, Master."

"Something tells me that there is nothing good about the morning."

The teen ran his hand through his hair once more; an awful habit. Ze was not that old and was not Klip's first padawan. He was the second that his Master had ever trained. Moments with the man were not the best. It was so hard to read Klip. "Well, I don't know about that. There is a message that was left for you."

"A message?" Klip sat down on the arm of the small couch. "Tell me."

"You are summoned to the council on urgent business. Something has happened but I just can't put my finger on it."

"When is the meeting?"

"Um… at 7 hundred hours."

Klip rose to his feet. "Right then. Guess we better get ready."

"You mean…" Ze didn't smile, though one could tell that he was awestruck. He had only been to the council room once in his whole life time. Klip had been called many times but never had he brought his padawan along. "I can come, Master?"

"Why not? You're not a little child anymore."

"That's true. It just seems so weird."

Klip said nothing and just nodded his head. He left the sitting room to go back into his own sleeping quarters. The sounds of Ze sputtering about going to the council room were drowned out.

This was the only time that he allowed himself to dwell on the past. Yes, life had turned out wonderful. He was a Jedi Master now, with one padawan a Jedi Knight and a new one in his hands to mold. They were both morphing into strong Jedi but he always wondered about what would happen if he didn't let her walk away. One hand clutched to an arm would have made the world of difference… would he be happy without these walls?

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"Wondering why we have called you hear, are you not?" Master Yoda nodded his head. He gazed from Klip to Ze with nothing but seriousness. Not all the members were there to back him up and so holograms were in place. Meetings were of the uttermost importance now a day. "Very well have you done on past missions Master Judgin and apprentice Ze. For this reason, yes, we assign you to a matter that needs great thinking."

"We are ready and willing." Klip stated.

Mace Windu folded his hands in his lap. "A senator has gone missing and so has been for three days. Senator Gavja Pumbbala was a great importance to the Republic and from witnesses, harassed greatly by the Separatists."

"To his apartment will you go and talk to his wife for the problem still grows." Master Yoda seemed to pause for a moment. The name was being mulled over in his mind. Never had he thought that he had to worry about it ever again. "Safe must Thordina Pumbbala be."

"We feel that there is something rooted deep in this conflict." Mace Windu added.

"This feeling is supported by the force?" Ze frowned. "Then maybe there could be the dark side linked to it?"

"No." Adi Gala said plainly. "Just an old connection to the force."

Klip gazed to his padawan for talking out. He was to remain silent here for his voice was not counted. A talk would be issued later. Clearing his throat, Klip bowed low. "I shall go immediately and seek out all that I can."

Master Yoda nodded his head. "Be careful Master Judgin, for I feel that your heart will cloud your mind. May the force be with you."

Ze was confused at the comment and when he glanced to his Master, he could tell they were both on the same page.

"And also with you." Klip added.

When they had left the council room, Ze had gone back to running his hands through his hair. His fingers were sweaty from trying to keep them still. How the council could sit there and keep still was beyond him. He turned to his Master. "What did Yoda mean about your heart clouding you mind?"

"Maybe the council is right. This runs far deep. Could be a tear jerker of a tale for us to discover, you never know." He paused, his brow knitting. "On another topic… you should remain silent in the presence of so many Jedi over you. It is a sign of disrespect to open your mouth unless spoken to."

"I apologize, Master… but"

"But what?"

"If this is an old force energy that they are encountering, would that mean a person involved can use the force… you know, be strong in the force? It is just a thought."

Klip mulled over the thought. He didn't truly understand most of what was said. "All I know is, is that it is even familiar for me… a familiar sensation. Maybe this wont be such a boring mission after all."

"I pray it is allot better then when we were sent to Tatootine to retrieve that bounty hunter. My bottom will forever have scars upon it."

"Well, maybe if you weren't clumsy enough to jump from the roof and snag your foot on that bantha. Being drag across the market is not respectable for a Jedi. Never be a hero, my padawan, be lead of the force."

Ze hung his head while a small smile played on his lips. "I'll remember that…"

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