This is the last chapter I am going to write now, until I get at least one review. Just ONE! PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE! Breaksdownandstartstosob.

A/N: This is for force/mind speak.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jedi Knight Tel-Aura, the head of Meditation techniques at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, sat cross-legged in her quarters and travelled The Force. She sensed the padawans in the combat complex, clumsily manoeuvring their training lightsabers to intercept little laser bolts from remote druids.

She sensed the little toddlers in the knowledge complex, learning the ways of not only The Force, but the galaxy as well.

And she sensed the Council in session, pondering the higher affairs of the entire Jedi order. She could feel an unusual amount of relief, clouded by joy and uncertainty. The relief and joy was hardly surprising, however. The news was all over the temple. Master Yoda had returned with yet another rescued padawan!

Of course, Tel-Aura hadn't had any doubts whatsoever that Yoda would succeed. Even with the order swaying with the political aftershock of the sith raid, the short Jedi master had exceeded even the Republic's Supreme Chancellor's expectations by immediately departing on the trail of the sith, always returning with another padawan. This was his eighth so far, and the council believed that he was close to unmasking the Sith Master behind the attack on the temple.

Tel.

The Twilek was so immersed in the Force that she didn't even notice the voice in her head.

Tel!

"Tel-Aura's eyes snapped open.

Master! It was Master Windu, one of the Council members, second only to Master Yoda! He often contacted her through The Force, but she still felt that little thrill when he did. It had been almost three years since Tel had last been on a mission off Coruscant. How she longed to leave the Temple, if only for a few months.

You are needed in the council chamber.

The young boy was gazing around the Council antechamber with an expression that could only be described as a cross between intense joy and gut wrenching fear. He was obviously incredibly happy to be home, but was also convinced that he would be banished from the Jedi order.

Yoda deactivated the chamber security hologram and stared at the rest of the Jedi High Council in silence. A number of mixed species stared back at him.

"If spurn this boy, anyone does, then answer to me, they will."

The Master Ki-Adi Mundi stood, and addressed the Yendell.

"Although I do not doubt your judgement, Master Yoda, we must face the fact that the boy fell to the dark side, if only for a short time. All the other padawans that were found to have fallen were expelled. Why not this boy?"

"In early adulthood, they were. Enough training to understand the danger of the dark, they had. Only fourteen, this boy is! If make allowances for the young, we do not, then as bad as the Sith, we are."

Master Mace Windu, second only to Yoda himself, raised his eyebrows.

"You seem to have adamant faith in this child. Are you sure that his age is the only reason you struggle to keep him in the order?"

"Believe that he may hold the key to the Sith Master, I do." Yoda sighed, his ears visibly drooping. "Find him, and rescue the remaining padawans, we must. Very powerful, this Sith must be, if able to storm the Jedi Temple, he was."

The two powerful Masters watched the rest of the Council debate the child's fate. They knew that the boy would be allowed to stay. They could sense the decisions flying through the air.

"Enough!" said Yoda firmly. "If so uncertain you are, then maybe the child, you need to meet." Before any member of the council could speak, the Master gestured towards the door, which sprang open. "In, you may come now!" he called.