Star Wars: Arda Unleashed

by Lord Exar Kun

After the Arda Campaign ended in victory for the Republic and their local allies, the galaxy's eyes returned to the wider Clone Wars. However, the Dark Lord Sauron has yet to be vanquished. Now he has come to the wider galaxy free from the binds of Arda, and is ready to be unleashed upon the stars. As the Chosen One's fate, the Republic's and the Jedi Order's remains to be seen.

15. Of Meetings and Wills

Chapter 15

Of Meetings and of Wills

"This is beyond outrageous! It is inconceivable!" Master Tiin spoke out for the what Obi-Wan believed to be the thought of the rest fo the Council.

"Indeed it is. The Chancellor has gone beyond breaking the norms of the Order's position with the rest of the republic." Added Master Windu whose face was steely and colder than usual.

"Not even when Coruscant itself was sacked by the resurgent Sith Empire did the Republic try to impose its will upon the Order! Even in such times of desperation has such a thing never occurred!"

"Ah, but take control of the Republic, the Jedi did, Master Tiin." Yoda pointed out in rebuke of the simmering ikotchi Jedi Master. "During the Republic Dark Ages, fall on the Republic the Brotherhood of Darkness did. Almost succeed in devouring the Republic, they had. All but seize power, the Jedi had. To save the Republic, so it was."

"Certainly you don't mean to make equivalence, Master!" Obi-Wan turned and noted it was Master Mundi who spoke out that time. "At that time the Republic was nearing total collapse on an all encompassing level. Had the Order not intervened and elected some of our members to the position of Supreme Chancellor then the Sith may well have already taken control of the galaxy!"

"Agree, I do." Yoda nodded Mundi's way. "Explain I do, complicated our relations with the Republic are. Agree with this move by Chancellor Palpatine, I do not!" Yoda firmly uttered with a gravel to his ancient voice rarely heard. Though when used all knew to restrain themselves. Obi-Wan could not figure to whom in particular such sternness was meant for. But, he knew to let the Grand Master have his say and without interruption.

"In agreement with Master Windu, I am." Yoda began again. His little green hands coming up before his chin and clasping together under it. "Allow the appointment, we will. Discuss the matter in depth another time, this Council shall. Understand the importance of our relationship with the Republic, we must."

"Aye." Mace nodded and leaned into his seat with stony expression. His eyes dark and pensive. Obi-Wan could feel the Force teeming with emotions as all members of the Council, himself included, released their impulses into the Force. None betraying their true thoughts or feelings, nonetheless, all of them requiring a moment to gather and control themselves. In a way Obi-Wan felt a little bad for the rest. Considering he had Anakin tell him most of this beforehand he had time to prepare himself for this meeting in a way none of the others had. Nonetheless, a sigh loosed from his nostrils and he too had to find his center among his fellow group of High Council members.

"Our temperaments should all cool before such matters are brought up once again. I should hope at least." Master Ti offered up. Her voice having recovered and strength mostly returned from her encounter with Grievous and attempted safeguarding of Palpatine.

"I'm in agreement." Began Master Kolar. "As Master Yoda and Master Windu have said, we are in agreement with the positioning...imposition of Skywalker onto the Council. However, such matters must not be attended to, or further discussed lightly. Not to mention in agitation or irritation. Which I do not condemn, but do merely wish to point to in understanding."

"I agree." Yoda uttered nodding his head. Though his inflection seemed a bit more pronounced. Through the Force Obi-Wan could feel a sort of indication...a silent desire for the matter to be laid to rest. Scanning the room Obi-Wan could see the rest of the Masters also note the shift in the tone through the Force. All reclining themselves and shirking away from any further discussion on the matter.

"Agreed." Mace imposed again. "We shall adjourn on this particular matter for now. We have more to discuss anyways." Mace, sounding a bit flippant, waved his hand and ended any further discussion on the matter. Much to Master Yoda's silent appreciation, Obi-Wan was sure.

"As expected, last night the Office of the Supreme Chancellor released a press briefing detailing the capture of Count Dooku." Master Windu waved his right hand and the room dimmed as the viewports turned a blackened shade. The center of the room lit up with a blue hue as a central figure showing one of the Chancellor's press secretaries came before them as a hologram.

"Along with the briefing, a statement made." Mace intoned. With another wave of his hand the hologram began speaking and moving.

"-the capture of Count Dooku is beyond a shadow of a doubt the greatest victory to be made out of the debacle had here but days prior! The Separatists, in their vanity, sought to exercise fear and intimidation. They sought to muscle their way to the center of the galaxy and impose themselves onto the Republic! They sought to capture, to abduct our Supreme Chancellor to incite defeatism and a sense of failure! A bid, and a desperate one at that, to end a war they have for too long promoted, and now see their folly for doing thus." The elegantly robed human man went on spewing his political diatribe. His brow creased, nose upturned, hair slicked and smug twisted lips showed. It made Obi-Wan frown, but he said nothing as the man continued.

"Yet, in the greatest of ironic acts of universal providence, it was not the Supreme Chancellor whom was taken captive; though indeed but for a time, but instead the greatest traitor ever known of the Republic! The Head of State of the so called Confederacy of Independent Systems is now a captive of the Jedi Order!" He paused again and his jaw set as he took on a curious look. Obi-Wan sensed it to be one of controlled derision.

"The very same Order in fact that taught Dooku. The very same Order that promoted Dooku. The very same Order that allowed the traitor to grow so powerful away from the confines and control of the High Council! I would dare to say I don't stand alone in congratulating the Jedi Order for its many good deeds prior to and during the war effort. However, one must ask the question; have the Jedi Order any right to withhold the Count from a proper trial and doubtless conviction?! We the people of the Galactic Republic have a right and a duty to impart...no, to impose upon the Order our will!" He growled with an uppity mannerism to him. Obi-Wan could sense the mood throughout the Council chamber darken again. Master Tiin in particular held a scornful sneer about himself. While the blue hue of Master Koon seemed pensive and tense. Ti and Allie seemed saddened while the others were a mix of all such feelings...well save Mace who betrayed no thought. Though looking ever darkened in expression.

"-none say that we believe the Order to be harboring a fugitive and quite apparent war criminal." The secretary had continued. "Though it would be remiss of these offices to not state our fears. Fear that the Order will hold sympathy for a fallen son for past deeds. Fear that a being of such power as Dooku could escape from the confines of the Jedi Temple. Fear...fear that indeed some among the Order may hold special places within their hearts for the Count. As we have evidence for indeed! For, the Republic and its intelligence services and publicly available military reports can indicate that many a Jedi have 'fallen' as the Order likes to state! Many of these Jedi 'fall' into the service of the Separatists through a cult like adherence to the so called 'wisdom' of the Count! Let us be perfectly clear here today; the Office of the Supreme Chancellor will be forwarding all such legal edicts and requirements to the Judiciary! Let us be clear further; the Office of the Supreme Chancellor will not allow any attempt to release, or safe harbor the Count pass! Should the Count, should the traitor, manage to break free of whatever so called 'binds' the Order places him in then it will fall on their heads as to whatever come thereafter!" The man seemed unfinished, however, Master Windu waved his hands and the recording ended and the room was returned to its normal brightness as the viewports allowed the daylight back in.

"This was the...unfortunate press briefing the Chancellor's Office put out last night. It was broadcast across the whole galaxy come nightfall here on Coruscant." Mace began. Pensive as always. "Also as expected, several corners of the Republic media have begun demanding release, or I should say the turning over of Dooku to the Republic's Judiciary."

"Certainly the Republic must understand that only the Jedi can restrain Dooku?" Koon spoke through his breathing apparatus, hands clasped before himself and head tilt quizzically through his blue holographic form.

"On some level I'm sure they understand that." Master Allie added. Her voice soft, but stern all the same as she also spoke from afar. "However, I think what we're seeing is a natural reaction. Dooku has been responsible, directly or indirectly, in the deaths of millions across the galaxy. Are we the ones most capable of restraining him? Yes, of course." Allie shrugged. "Yet, we are also the ones who; as the report laid out, trained him and he is one of us. Or, at least he was."

"I sense incoming public outcry from this." Kolar interjected. "I don't think it's groundbreaking that I portend such." The rest of the Council nodded their agreement. Obi-Wan shifted before he took his turn to speak.

"Dooku is not yet awake. Whatever happened to him during the crash planetside has left him in a coma. As best as we can understand." Obi-Wan eyed Masters Windu and Yoda. Both seemed at ease with his terminology. Neither wishing to explore Dooku's current state too loudly even with the rest of the Council just yet.

"This could be both useful and to our detriment." Obi-Wan offered.

"How do you mean, Master?" Ti asked with furrowed brow.

"Well, for one thing, since Dooku has failed to return to consciousness the Order can make a legitimate argument that there is little possibility for Dooku to break free himself. Though that would still likely receive retort that some among the Order would try to break him free. Though I believe there aren't quite so many sympathizers as the Chancellor's secretary would have us believe." Obi-Wan countered just as Master Tiin all but snorted from his seat. The rest managing to contain themselves.

"However," Obi-Wan carried on. "That still leaves the true negative side of such an argument. That being, that since Dooku is in fact comatose the Republic could very well argue through the courts that he would not be a security risk. Therefore he should be turned over to the Republic's justice system. As Master Allie noted, and I am in agreement with, there can be no denying the public have a reason to want to put Dooku on trial and exact justice. I am not unsympathetic to such. However, there's no telling when Dooku will wake. If and when he should and it be under lock and guard by unwitting troopers or guardsmen there is no telling how they would restrain him."

"With the Chancellor's new powers he may very well impose upon us guard duty." Master Fisto added sarcastically. A somewhat sour note to his features present across his usually chipper nautolan face.

"I mean," Kit went on. "I cannot be the lone one here to see the correlation, Masters. I apologize Master Yoda, and Windu, but the assumption of further Executive Powers and then this declaration through the Chancellor's Office? It seems clear to me that this is a message being sent to us. Through the guise of public relations." Obi-Wan had to agree with Kit. He didn't want to think about this in a political sense. He hadn't wanted to see the Order be pulled further into a political debacle, but Palpatine just seemed to be pushing it. Further and further. He honestly didn't know what Anakin saw in that man sometimes.

"Your point is well taken, Master Fisto." Mace began. His own tone showing his desire for Kit to again let it go. "The Order will remain firm in our understanding of our ancient treaties with the Republic." Mace continued. "If any request is made of us we will invoke our right to tend to Force practitioners who are considered enemies of the Republic. I certainly hope the Order isn't dragged into the Republic's courts. If so though then so be it. We will tend to the matter should we have to cross that bridge."

"I agree." Yoda added. His voice gruff and groaning.

"What I believe our stance should be is one of silence. Master Yoda and myself have conferred and we both believe; if Master Yoda will allow me," The diminutive Master nodded to Mace. "..we both believe that it is in the interest of the Order to remain silent. We won't inject ourselves into the public sphere and play whatever game is being played here by the Chancellor or those around him. Moreover, it's best for the Order that we don't get involved and through good or ill intent make any further enemies of the public. Our place and standing with the wider Republic populace is tenuous. Expect protests on our grounds. Master Drallig and the Temple Peacekeepers will maintain security. Along with Gate Master Jurokk and the Security Force." Mace finished as Master Tiin began. Shaking his horned head as he did.

"Skywalker defeats and captures Dooku. Yet, we are the ones who are convicted in the court of public opinion of harboring him! Madness..." Tiin allowed himself to intone darkly. The other Masters sharing a darkened manner among all gathered. Even Obi-Wan had to agree. He was ever drawn to his time away on Arda. He hadn't quite appreciated; at least not until now he hadn't, just how divided and removed from the public the Jedi seemed. Right or wrong he hadn't realized the mistrust that existed between the Order and the rest of the Galactic Republic. It very well was maddening.

"Regardless," Mace cut through Obi-Wan's thoughts. Likely everyone's thoughts actually. "It will be the task of those present to ensure the Temple is secured, any protests dealt with appropriately, and the younger members of the Order should be on their best behaviors. To those abroad, the war effort will undoubtedly mask any notable public interference. To that...is everyone in agreement?" Mace offered as though it were up for debate. None present could in reality make argument for a better option. Besides the impossible or insane.

"Aye." Came a chorus of their familiar voices all around the circular room. Obi-Wan nodding along with them.

"Aye." He uttered and again found himself sighing.

"Very good." Mace offered. "Masters Koon, Mundi, Allie may the Force be with you, and us all. This Council is adjourned." Mace empathized to those in the midst of campaign. Obi-Wan and the others present gave their own silent empathy and they seemed thankful as their shimmering forms dissolved. The rest of the Council: Masters Kolar, Ti, Fisto, Tiin, and the silent Kcaj all rising before Obi-Wan and exiting the chamber.

"Hmm, a moment of your time, if you please, Master Obi-Wan." Yoda spoke rising to a grunting stand from his small seat. Mace also rose and joined alongside Yoda.

"Masters?"

"We have something we need to discuss, Obi-Wan." To that he cocked his brow as Mace seemed a little more pensive than even before. Or, perhaps he was as pensive, but whatever had been on his mind was to the fore of it?

"Of course, Masters. What is it th-"

"Walk with us you should, Master Obi-Wan." Yoda cut him off and motioned his arm and gimmer stick out towards the entry to the chamber.

"I...yes of course Masters." Obi-Wan steeled himself. Mace letting him pass by as both the Master of the Order and Grand Master held similar feelings about them in the Force. Agitated, and secretive. Feelings that did nothing to help ease the consistent unease Obi-Wan had been feeling of late.

Regardless, they exited the chamber and moved through the entry foyer into the turbolift in silence. The three Masters not speaking a word until the lift came to a stop on a level Obi-Wan had not even noticed they had been heading to. A sub-level usually meant for repair or cleaning droids as well as more mechanically proficient Jedi who tended to those droids.

"Masters?"

"Apologies, Obi-Wan." Yoda offered as they all exited into a dimly lit corridor. Only the hum of many thousands of unseen wires and gears behind the metal wall plating filling their ears.

"We wanted to discuss a matter concerning your old padawan's appointment."

"Down here?" He questioned Mace.

"It's not to be on official record, Master Kenobi. This relates to our earlier discussions. Involving your apprentice. With matters having changed, or rather, having evolved we need to discuss things further. We have, myself and Master Yoda, concocted a stance to hold by." Mace offered. The Force groaned about them in the midst of their seeming intrigue. Obi-Wan cleared his throat and huddled both arms together in his robes.

"I see…"

"In agreement, the rest of the Council is. Discussed this matter with them each individually, we have. Last on the list you are, Master Obi-Wan." Yoda attempted to sound as normal as possible. While the rest of the Council knowing did ease the tension slightly it was certainly not the chief cause for his sense of impending or lingering doom.

"Yes, Master Yoda. Of course." Obi-Wan now attempted to seem more receptive to whatever was coming. "What do you wish to discuss?"

"Skywalker is an integral part in this whole affair." Mace began with a low sigh. "You already know this. Now though...now you must act as our intermediary. You must help us bring your old padawan in on this with us, Obi-Wan." The Master of the Order carried on. Stern, but in no small part almost seeming to plead of him. Obi-Wan had nothing to offer, but a bow of his head.

"As I said last time, Masters, whatever you need me to do I will. Within reason and within my abilities, of course." To that Yoda hummed and bowed his head. His ears tilting low as he did so.

"Good." Mace intoned. "Skywalker will be added to the Council. However, there will be stipulations. Before you say anything," Mace raised a hand to cut Obi-Wan off. "You will need to discuss matters with him. Make him understand what it is he needs to do. For us, for the Order, and for the Republic itself." Mace did nothing to assuage Obi-Wan's welling pit that festered in his gut. The Force echoed of intrigue and a feeling of unease. Though, if the Council needed his and Anakin's help, Obi-Wan was sure the two of them would get it done. So, all he could do was nod his understanding.

"Alright. Tell me the plan."

They proceeded to do so.

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Palpatine held lips pursed together and eyes set. His brows furrowed slightly and attention lay fully on the screen ahead of him. His holo-table projected the recording he was watching though this model was of the greater quality. Able to show color and distinction beyond simple blue hues. More common of console screens of course, but what was truly important was what it showed and not it itself. Before him and glinting in molten hues of orange and red he saw the figure of Vica. The Dark Jedi inhabited by this unknown and mysterious creature Sauron. The being was staring blankly at the metallurgy workstation. For a long moment silent and unmoved. It made Palpatine wonder what had been going on in her...its head? He could not tell. Even from afar if he had tried this moment to probe the distant creature such thoughts and feelings were well guarded. Becoming even more well guarded as the days progressed and as Sauron learned more on how to utilize the Force. Be it on his own or through aid of Vica. It was becoming clear and imperative to Palpatine that he would need to act sooner rather than later to gain more from this alliance he has made rather than allow Sauron to become the dominant factor.

So, as he watched the creature use the body he inhabited to work at the station, Palpatine remained himself transfixed. It was morning here on Coruscant. Light streamed into his office within the Executive Annex. All was quiet and he had no real matters of import...at the moment to attend his full attention to. He brooded and wrapped himself in the dark side. Knowing today would bring about a few things. Not just the sight of Sauron crafting what he knew to be another one of these so called 'rings of power' as the Jedi had reported on, and the Dark Lord from Arda had mentioned himself. No, today would see the Jedi Order's reaction to his open challenge to their holding of Dooku, and how they would react to his imposition upon their little Council of Anakin as his representative. That did bring a smirk to his lips. Tilting them into twitches along the edges as no sound yet escaped him.

Dooku...the old man was a nuisance even while trapped inside his own mind. Anakin, the young fool should have killed him when he had the chance! It brought his momentary mirth to a halt and instead his nostrils flared in deepening anger. The boy would be his given time, but he still simmered at the loss...the misreading of the moment and Anakin's place. At least within the young knight's own mind. If they should manage to wake the Count then he wondered if Dooku would be so petty as to divulge all his secrets? Their secrets. It caused a low rumble to loose up from his throat come from deep inside his chest. The Force bristling about him as he contained it. Best not let anything slip for a wayward listener through the Force to gleam.

Palpatine paused. Watching as Sauron stopped the swirling magma and spoke words. They remained unknown to him. Spoken in a language he did not know. In fact they strained his ears and he cringed as it sounded almost painful. Constantly did he have to remind himself that this Sauron was not a mere Sith or petty warlord. There was in fact something uniquely dangerous about him...about it. These words, as Sauron had himself told him carried power. Power unknown to Palpatine, but pressed upon this band of simple metal. That power was what he needed. Palpatine knew this. He had read it in Anakin's reports from Arda. Sauron had himself admitted such. The ring on the finger of the dark Jedi he wore was testament to that. Searching the Force and seeking answers in the gleaming of premonition and possibility as well, Palpatine had seen many things. Dark foreboding in the course of things to come. All speaking well to the ascension he wished for himself and felt to be incoming. Yet, any such thoughts or feelings where these rings, where this being was concerned was beyond his immediate sight to test. He dared not try and test his ability to prod at the future or the present where Sauron was concerned. He had done so once. Albeit when the Dark Lord had been stronger, but there was little reason to let himself become complacently foolish now. He had thought about perhaps trying to extend himself to the other visitors. Those friends of Anakin's. That Gandalf he had heard of. Then again, if this being was likened to Sauron in some aspects it was better left for now. Better left until Palpatine once more held a few more cards than his enemies, and by the hour he drew nearer to doing so. Anakin would be positioned soon. The Jedi Order pressed and distracted, and this Sauron watched and not left out of sight.

"You." Palpatine heard the woman's voice say. Teeming with that undulation of unknown power common of this Sauron. In his ruminations Palpatine had failed to see when Sauron had made four rings. Nonetheless, he saw them now. Burning hot bands of metal floated about the air just above the feminine hand Sauron bore.

Leaning forward with a slight creak of the cushions pinned to his ovular seat, Palpatine placed his right hand to chin. The Dark Lord from afar seemed to discard the other three of these molten bands. Palpatine noting that this one seemed to...for whatever reason and in whatever way meet whatever strange and unknown criteria Sauron had within himself. The ring, still hot spun about the air as Sauron used the Force, seemingly at least, to call a hammer and chisel to him. Grasping them while the ring was restrained in the air Sauron set the chisel against the quickly cooling band. Slamming the hammer down the first time loosed a strange air. Palpatine of course could not feel it, but he could well enough hear it. A creaking in the walls and whine through the apartment confines. He felt it! The Force even now carried to his mind a trace. A memory and an echo rose up inside him and whispered inside of his mind. Power from afar letting him now that something was indeed happening, or had happened the night prior. With each successive hammer fall the band bore inwards in ways that seemed to fit the designs of its craftsman.

Along the whole ring over and over the Dark Lord slammed hammer and the chisel indented. Creating a pattern that was still well enough in its infancy. Every so often Sauron would return the ring to the chamber and heat the metal back up. Using, again seemingly so, the Force to exacerbate and speed the heating process through the metal. Raising it back up and slamming hammer to chisel. Every hammer stroke lighting his eyes and brow as he watched with a strange sort of creeping anticipation. A hunger he had not known before these moments welling inside. Though it was not entirely unknown or alien to Palpatine as it were. He knew what it was. That same lust that he had known since he was a child before even Plagueis came and pushed him over the edge. The need and desire to accumulate more power, more wealth and more...just more.

Palpatine smirked and tempered himself. Using the Force to calm himself. Even those who wrapped themselves wholly in the dark side could use it to do so. He would soon enough take action as necessary to use Sauron as best he could imagine. As best and beyond even Sauron likely imagined. Neither of them to be thought a fool for sure. So, he watched on, and for quite a while Sauron remained fixed on crafting this metal band to an exact dimension and appearance as he desired. Indeed this creature seemed a bit of a perfectionist. Scowling and growling with back turned to one hidden camera and seen upon another. Whenever a dent was made or scratch had that seemed to not fit Sauron's will he would return to tending the band. Returning it to fire and using the Force to pull heated metal back into place to try again. Palpatine wondered why he did not strictly use the Force for this task, but imagined there was a reason behind it. Perhaps just a nostalgic requirement felt in Sauron to do things this way. Either way Palpatine supposed it didn't matter. After many long moments of endless toil, Palpatine watched Sauron finally stop. The Dark Lord from afar circling the ring slowly for another while. Undoubtedly letting the air cool the newly formed ring as he did so. Until all that was left and to be seen was a silver ring.

Cocking his brow curiously Palpatine wondered why this one was silver when the other upon his hand was gold? Then again he supposed it didn't truly matter. Especially so as he noted the winding indents along the ring. Bored int the ring were pits one after the other. Leaving small indents atop and below the indents creating a look like that of vines encircling the pitted metal. Whereas Sauron turned the ring about the air and Palpatine could see a central pit. Smaller to the others and four bent strips of metal that reached outward and up where a jewel would likely be placed. This Sauron smiled in the body of his host and finally grasped the ring between thumb and index finger. Bringing the metal to the face he harbored. Pridefully staring upon it with those unnatural eyes of fire.

The ring was not yet done, and in a way Palpatine was happy. It meant he had time. Time enough to think of a means by which to meet with Sauron once again. Perhaps another meeting to discuss these powers he has promised to share? It truly didn't matter. What mattered was that burgeoning silver bind. If this Sauron was in fact as powerful as he claimed; as the others who bore witness to Arda and to the might of these rings, then it was Palpatine's right and need to make this new one his own.

The Supreme Chancellor was shaken from his mused ambition by the beeping of his desk console. Pausing the playback he snapped his finger across activation button.

"What is it?" He asked as a small figure of one of his office secretaries came to view.

"Crueya Vandron to meet with you, your Excellency." Palpatine furrowed his brow and checked his chrono. "What?" He seethed lowly and to himself noting the time. More of it having past then he had realized. He inwardly chastised himself. Not truly realizing how long he had allowed himself to partake in a voyeuristic show in the creation of a so called 'magical ring.'

"Ah yes...do let him in."

"Right away, Excellency." The alien secretary replied back. Palpatine fully shut the recording down and stood up. Patting his dark robe of imagined hairs or creases he steadied himself. With an intake of breath and a call to the Force to envelop himself he plastered his usual cool and political smile onto his face and sat back into his seat. The doorway leading into the office slid open just out of sight. Though he easily sensed Director Vandron approach. His own usual rigid self on display through the Force if not his thoughts or feelings. Much like his rival at Republic Intelligence, Crueya was quite adept at naturally guarding himself. Well, from all save those like Palpatine.

"Director Vandron." Palpatine greeted immediately as the portly man rounded into his sight. He rose back up to a full stand and rounded the desk.

"Chancellor, sir." Crueya bowed his head and waist as he neared Palpatine.

"So formal, Director." Palpatine chortled. "What brings you to my offices? I had not thought to see you so soon."

"Oh it's nothing of concern, your Excellency. I had wanted to come and give an update on the matter concerning Count Dooku's capture. If you don't mind my doing so in person, Excellency?"

"Oh, but of course not!" Palpatine again gave a curt chortle. Halfway real at least as he swept his arm toward the far viewport. A common place of his to discuss matters with those within his inner circle. Or, to those whom were being offered entry to it.

"Public reaction has been mostly negative. Though for our purposes that is a positive." Crueya began. Clasping his hands behind his back and walking alongside the Chancellor.

"Go on."

"Yes, your Excellency." The Director smiled. "I am happy to note that the Security Bureau has seen an uptick in calls throughout the HoloNet for the immediate arrest of the Count. Many are still calling for an easy transfer between the Order and the Judiciary. Though there is a noted presence demanding that he be handed over without care or recourse offered for the Order."

"An excellent start. The Jedi, have they responded in any meaningful manner?" Palpatine wondered and passed Vandron a sideways glance.

"Not as of yet, your Excellency. We should expect; at least according to my analysts of past Jedi scandals, a quietness from the Order. They like to be perceived, or at least prefer to be perceived as apolitical. The ancient charters and treaties made with the Republic offering them guaranteed sovereignty in regards to handling Force attuned enemies of the Republic."

"Ah yes. Thousands of years of Jedi servitude to the Republic, and still they prefer to act as though they hold sovereign agency." Palpatine mocked aloud. Allowing some of his veneer to drop. As with Armand Isard, Vandron knew his place and he knew it well.

"Of course, sir. I know I need not tell you this, but I should like to comment that the Courts have already begun proceedings towards demanding Dooku's transfer to the Republic."

"Yes." Palpatine uttered lowly. "I want filings had on multiple levels. The Jedi will need outside legal counsel. They are not one for understanding laws, and I don't want them to have a moments rest." Palpatine paused and turned to Vandron tapping his shoulder. "If you would be so kind, Director, have your offices forward any such data or intelligence that may be of use towards the weakening of any Jedi positioning on this matter."

"What should RSB focus on, your Excellency?" Palpatine smirked to the Director's question.

"Come now Director! I'm sure you don't lack the imagination to not think of the myriad of potential breaches of ancient treaties. The Order has been around for thousands of years. They will surely use the treaties to show their legal protections and right. If we sow doubt that the Order has held up its end of the bargain then the Courts will surely agree with our view of things." Crueya seemed thoughtful before his portly face took on a similar smirk to his benefactor.

"I will be sure to have our databases swept, your Grace."

"Good man." Palpatine chuckled and once more resumed his walk, but only a short distance as he reached the furthest edge of the near viewport. In the distance the Jedi Temple just beyond sight of the viewport. His mind fluttering and conniving in scheme and imagination. All as another smile graced his features and a dark cold manner swept through his voice.

"Director, I do believe that COMPOR is in need of a rally." Crueya tilted his head thoughtfully. Palpatine turned and smirked a beaming sort of smile his way.

"Perhaps the steps of the Jedi Temple would make a fine place for a demonstration?" The Director then understood. His head reclining and a slight curt laugh escaping.

"Yes, your Excellency. I do believe COMPOR would enthusiastically enjoy a demonstration of their patriotic zeal. The preservation of the Republic is, after all, inherently concerned with the enemy Head of State."

"Assuredly." Palpatine joined in laughter.

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The mornings on this world were much like and yet unlike those upon Arda. Of course, Sauron had been there when the two lamps had lit the world and all that he knew beyond the world was a great nothingness. He had seen the destruction of the lamps himself and then the raising of the two trees afar. Until they too had been hewn and their sap drank into darkness. When the Sun and the Moon had risen into the skies of Arda, Sauron had assumed them to be the works of the valar. Now he did not know what it was that had happened. Now he found himself questioning such memories even. Yet, he remembered them happening. He knew they had happened.

Regardless, he had once more allowed himself to idly muse and he shook himself of such things and returned to what he was doing. A cold whip of the morning winds of Coruscant fluttered over his borrowed body. The golden and shortened hair he wore for the witch rustled against the wind, but the Dark Lord paid it little heed beyond the idle brush of one hand over the straying locks. For, Sauron found himself stood on the balcony of the apartment he resided within. The night's ring making had shown fine promise, but now came a time to let things settle. The powers of his voice and spirit were sifting through the binding metal of the newly made ring. Once taken hold he would return and strengthen it further.

So, he stood in the morning light of Coruscant allowing the cool air to flutter across the robed body of the witch. His burning eyes staring down onto a book. One of the many he had been given 'allowance' to read from the great library of this planet from the 'Senate.' This one was titled, 'The Fallacy of War.' A strange read written by one Codus Romanthus. This book was in the fashion of one of these co called holobooks. Sauron need only tap his hand and the words would morph into what he guessed would be the next page of a standard book made of paper. He found this reading method very fruitful. Efficiency at its finest and it filled him with a dim appreciation for whomever had come to know and promote this design.

"'Peace is found neither in hot blood nor in cold sweat.'" This chapter began and Sauron spoke it aloud. His voice carried in that of Vica's. "'Peace is itself a fallacy. For, the word only exists because of the supposition, or the imposition upon ourselves the 'reality' of war. Ergo, peace as a word, as a sentiment is a statement to the reality of war. To be done with war we must first acknowledge that there is no peace, but a true state, a pure and more real state, and an impure or false state of being.'" Sauron hummed thoughtfully at such a thought or sentiment. Even as he echoed the words past the lips he wore, he found them lacking in reality. War, or the opposing force to peace whatever that may be called, was sung into being long before the first club was raised and felled upon enemy head. Before the first sword or the first arrow pierced flesh it was in the Music of the Ainur, of his people that all was made. In their music came the reality of war. Yet, a mortal such as this would dare to imagine such a thing as unnatural? It was...quaint at the least, and naive in truth.

In some respects Sauron did believe the first line of the so called Sith Code held some virtue of reality. "Peace is a lie…" He uttered and closed the book where it sat nestled into the left arm of the witch along the rail dividing his body from the great abyss of this planet's cityscape. Musing further though, Sauron was not so sure the word 'passion' was the true reality to be found where peace was a lie. For the mortal viewpoint perhaps passion was a more acceptable term than ambition. It was in ambition and the desire for power that most mortals found their drive to continue on existing. The want of more, and the deeply seeded need as they felt for it. It was an aspect gifted them of Eru that Sauron never understood, but it was not they alone who felt such ambitions. Melkor had felt it. His fire burned hottest of all beings and throughout all creation, and Sauron felt he had ambition. Though it was not an ambition for destruction or conquest for conquests sake. For, Sauron knew deep within himself that he could still show Eru and those who doubted his cause the truth in his acts. Mortal means and mortal manners needed temperament, and he knew their hearts and their minds. Eru and those such as Manwë would leave mortality to its own ends. Melkor would have them destroyed so he could in fact replace them with what he saw as a truer vision, but it was in fact his own and Sauron was not so deluded to not see such. Yet, he had come long ago to see that it was not total freedom nor total destruction, and indeed Sauron could see through the laws of mortal kings and lords that even they saw what he saw. These creatures needed firm hand in the advancement of their own good. They were a stubborn thing. Not like most of the beasts of the waking world...worlds. The mortal children; of which he now knew there were many many more than simply the two and the adopted third, did not yield. They did not accept the imposition of rule without a fight that bordered on the suicidal and self annihilating. But, Sauron had seen it in his time. That even they could break, and break they should...break they shall. All they needed was a firm hand. His hands.

It was in these musings that Sauron again noted the absolute silence of the witch. He knew she lay awake within her own thoughts, but refused to speak to him still. He was continuously impressed by her ability to hold a grudge, and her ability to remain silent for so long. Another long held supposition of her disquiet nature was shaken. First she had proven to be able to teach him on aspects of the Force without the frothing rage common of her personality. Now she proved to him that she could be silent even in her wrath. Though he was sure if he prodded and mocked her he could cause a rise within her spirit that would see her cast venom his way.

In a way Sauron had to admit that he did find her silence somewhat perturbing. For, quite some time he had become accustomed to not speaking with anyone on matters that did not strictly have to do with commands. Orders, issuing needs or strikes and whom will go where to do what. Having met with the witch back upon Arda and having made himself bound to her; at least for a time, he had grown somewhat more attuned to speaking on other matters. Even when she spoke in open derision and snide contempt for matters he concerned himself with she had something to say that Sauron could note on. Now the silence had become somewhat oppressive. He was not unused to it nor would he say that it bothered him to the point of eagerly awaiting her company again. No, but he would admit that he had in a way grown used to her mannerism and abrasiveness. The Dark Lord was the chief operator here, and he knew for himself that the witch was but a silent partner in this venture. Yet, a partner all the same. With no small measure of sarcasm, but laced in truth, Sauron did somewhat miss the madness, sarcasm and bickering of the witch. Though he was beyond a doubt that it would one day come again. Once she realized the truth to his actions and decisions made with Palpatine.

Sauron had been staring idly out across the ever moving air-lanes of this world when a 'THWACK' had caught his attention. Still cradling the book under his left arm the Dark Lord tilted his head right. The winds fluttering through the half-shaven head chosen of the witch and brushed his smoldering eyes with the tips of her golden hair. Yet, Sauron tilted his head further curiously. The sound had been that of flesh smacked to hardened surface, and he did find the source. Though he was not immediately sure what he was looking at.

"Now...what are you?" He idly intoned and stood tall. Watching this unknown thing remain where it had come to a stop.

Approaching it Sauron could see the creature was relatively large. It held a wingspan of perhaps four feet? He would guess so at least. Though curiously the creature sported no feathers. Though as the witch's memories flooded his mind he came to realize a great many beasts of the galaxy did not have feathers. The hide of this creature was a sort of smoothed leather. Reminding him of lizards of some manner or kind. The hue of the creature bore a striking purple shade across its body snaking up along a tubular neck. The purple faded to a tan hue along the outer bounds of the creature along the wings and its undersides, so he was able to gleam as the creature remained stuck to the wall of the building.

The head of the creature showed what looked like solidly green eyes, a snout with some fleshy extension pushing up from the base of its impressively sharp beak. Fleshy frills of like manner extended from the back of the creature's head, and the tips of its wings seemed slightly hooked, and it was by those hooks along with three similar ones running along its leathery back end that it remained clamped to the building along the smallest of indents in the lining of the metal sheets and plates.

Hawk-bat! The name suddenly flashed into his own mind sent via the witch's memory. A creature native of this world it would seem. Though it would also seem strange to have one fly so high. Though not entirely unheard of, Sauron deduced. These creatures were a mix of avian beasts and reptiles. A meshed animal called 'reptavian.' It sported two stubby but lightly clawed feet on its underside, so these memories told him as he could not yet see them on this creature. The purple skin it showed seemed to rib outwards along its back and wings mingling with the tan color that ran along its outer rim. Small blotches of that tan hue ran up its spine and the circles of these hawk-bats were dark to the point of blackness. Doing nothing but accentuating the green piercing glare the beast cast Sauron's way as he neared it.

"Such an odd little thing. If Yavanna were to see you I doubt she would find home for you. Such beasts of leathery skin or scaly hides were not her first choice." Sauron intoned. His voice carrying both his and the witch's as it sounded. It seemed to catch the hawk-bat's attention too. Its head twisting to its left as it clung to the wall. Allowing Sauron to see a jagged scar running above the hawk-bat's left eye down under it. Though the eye seemed intact well enough. Sauron bore a smirk and placed the holobook down on a nearby table. Approaching the rail where the creature clung just beyond reach the Dark Lord spoke again.

"You have seen battle. Yet, you live. In that much we share." Sauron spoke again, and again the hawk-bat remained fixed on him. The Dark Lord reaching out with not the Force, but the presence of his own fiery spirit. As he had just mused upon but moments prior; creatures were far easier to gain the adherence of. Indeed, the creature loosed a call. A mixture of a croaking call and hissing roar that made it sound deadly even for something so small, and Sauron knew not to impose a false belief of frailty on a thing so small. No longer was that something he should believe for sure.

"Come now, don't be afraid." Sauron uttered. The feminine nature of his voice dripping into the ancient vibrations held through his spirit and nature. The scarred hawk-bat again twisted its head. Staring back at him from where it clung to the wall. Sauron raised his now free left arm bending it inwards to his chest slightly and balling hand to fist. Making it an eligible perch. The hawk-bat remained silent for but a moment before it again hissed a low squawk and detached from the wall. Flapping its leathery wings it swept over and landed atop the witch's arm. Sauron noted her presence watching from within, but she remained silent even if he did note curiosity and a small sense of disgust.

The tan underside of the hawk-bat was far more bold and showed no blemish of purple hue. While both of its slightly webbed and clawed three pronged feet clutched the arm Sauron borrowed. The beast pulled its wings in and let them hang besides itself raised upon the witch's arm. Its head rose up and neck extended closer as it twisted back right and showed Sauron its scarred left eye which stared into his smoldering slit eyes.

"It is strange a fate you should come to me. Yet," Sauron paused as he spoke freely. "You have perhaps answered a question I had not given much thought to resolving." Sauron raised his right hand and ran the witch's finger up the sharp upper beak of the hawk-bat, and just ahead of the fleshy horn placed atop that beak. It did not move and it did not show fear though Sauron was sure it surely should have in normal a circumstance. Up to its head Sauron traced the smooth and lightly patched leather of its head and head-tendrils which waved back before rising back over as Sauron swept down its neck to its body.

"Your spirit is strong, little creature. Yet, I see you." Sauron intoned lowly and the hawk-bat craned its neck and head to the side once more. "Yes…yes you shall make a fine set of eyes and ears." Sauron went on very lowly and smirked through the flesh of the witch's mouth. The hawk-bat was at once and before it even knew it bent against the power of the Dark Lord. It...and Sauron perceived it to be male, hissed a final squawk and nestled his head down into its body in submission, but still no fear.

"Now go! Find your flock and spread my need. Send them forth and find the others thence after!" Sauron was sure to lowly whisper through commandment of his mind alone and not his spoken words. "Tell them all of my need, impose it upon them. Go forth across this world, and tell me what it is you hear. What it is you see." Sauron threw his left arm out and the hawk-bat gave a hissing roar. Low, but in affirmation his wings flapped towards Sauron pushing his body back over the precipice of the balcony Sauron stood upon. Twisting about the air he flew down into the great cavernous depths of this vast world. The Dark Lord stepping near the rails edge and gripping the metal there. Staring down with cool expression as the edges of his worn mouth once more twitched upwards into a crawled barely notable smile. It was a strange fate indeed that he should be gifted such a chance, and such a set of eyes and ears. A heavy and content sigh loosed from his worn nostrils and he was at once glad.

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He felt himself falling. He knew he had something to do, and didn't know why, but felt great joy in doing it. He pulled his wings inwards and made himself into a diving arrow as though his next meal lay beneath him. The great blinding light and cool air of the high places dimmed the further he fell. Though many lights continued through the hot and whining things placed around, upon, atop, and beneath the great pathways and tunnels.

He loosed a loud squawk, and his wings were raised from his side and the winds caught him slowing his descent. Those wings, powerful as they are, flapped and raised him as he moved forward. Many of the loud carriers full of the big creatures he usually avoided passed under and around him, but he paid them no mind. He flapped his wings over a path full of those large creatures walking back and forth. The region stunk of many sensations and smells, but he ignored them as those didn't matter either. Nothing mattered in the moment, but for the finding of his flock.

He swept himself right, flapping both wings left and his body swiftly turned. There against one of the high rising shining perches the big creatures lived in was a tunnel. He called lowly and more a hiss before sweeping his wings in again. Entering the tunnel's small port and pushing arms out once more. As the heat that smoldered within warmed his cooled flesh. These tunnels were for a long while the home of his flock and as he pushed deeper into the dark places of their cavernous home he continued hissing and roaring as loud as he could. Hung from the ceilings and attached by their wing-claws his flock were awoken through the many and sprawled distant tunnels and metal caves. They called back unsure to what it is their flock-mate roused them to do. But, all of them heard and answered the call.

There was a central space. A space hot with the warmth of rising heat from the many tasteless wires that moves between these ancient spaces. Where the dim daylight of their once long ago natural world streamed down as more a fleeting glitter. The creature, he swept through another tunnel port and out into this large space. Where hung across the many walls and spaces lay hundreds of his flock-mates. About this space there was raised in the center an old and foul-metal smelling perch he had made his home. Flapping mighty wings he came to a stop above it and settled his clawed talons atop and clasped himself in place. Green eyes darted upwards and head tilted to and fro, watching. For a great many more of his flock came into the open space, and soon the great rising of their flapping wing became a skittering mess of heartbeats.

For, they all soon roused and all whom were already within the open space began to swarm. They loosed their wings and began circling the perch. A vast rising and falling sea of squawking, calling, chirping and hissing flock-mates. Male and female they were, and all green eyes of the fully grown and red eyes of the yet to reach full strength and age stared along their path down to the flock-mate who had come smelling of the top-world.

He loosed a mighty call, a hiss that rose to a strength none had known one of their own to have. Yet, it soon made a rattling of the open space. For their flock-mate held great strength and will about him A will and domination that flowed from within. Outwards they all felt the call and the will also come onto them, and this flock-mate imposed himself onto them all. The hundreds swarmed as a river wrapping from beneath his perch up and around into an encircling maw that danced against the faint day-glow come down from high above. They all called, and they all howled, and they all hissed! Now they felt a need in them that was even greater than their hunger or their desire to procreate. They felt a demand given of them from a fire that none had known but it warmed them within if not without. The call was made and order given. The flock swarmed still, and their returned scarred flock-mate gave rise to his own being. Rising in the center of their swarm and as he did he gave a final roaring hiss. All broke rank and wing, and left one another as was not their usual way. Yet, all needed to carry this message far across the world. They need tell the other swarms, and they need tell the other flocks hidden deep or venturing high.

There was work need doing. Such was their Lord's will. And thus all the hawk-bats of Coruscant were soon roused. They were thus awoken.

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Anakin shifted himself where he stood. Bundled in his arms was little Luke. The baby's eyes were opened, but from what Padmé had told him, they didn't really see fully at so young an age. Nonetheless, he smiled down at the little boy cradled against him. His little fingers opened and closing into fists with his mouth just slightly ajar as inane bubbling and babbling came from him.

"This ain't so bad is it Luke? Yeah your dad can hold you just fine." Anakin announced to the uncaring boy. "I'm not petrified at all. Not a bit!" He lowered his face and cooed as the boy's right hand reached up and grasped at the air.

Inside Anakin's chest his heart pounded. Not only with a sense of love for this little being he held; he and his sister who slept like the little princess she was, but it beat hard with fear. He didn't know what the kriff he was doing. He had slept well enough last night. Only a second passed of him chuckling himself as to just how he ended up in restful sleep, but it was soon taken from him. The dreams came back...the nightmares. Again he had saw it...death, pain. Force, the screams of the twins...it made him close his eyes now and center himself. He didn't want to let Luke feel himself so lost in anxiety. Both he and his sister burned brightly in the Force. Raw, though constrained to their rooms.

Luke's right hand smacked his his father's chest with as much force as Anakin imagined him to have.

"Hey! Don't be hitting your old man like that!" Anakin teased even as Luke then grasped at his tunic with all the muscular power of any infant. Luke babbled and Anakin smirked feeling a little better.

"Thanks Luke." He leaned in and kissed the little balled fist as Luke babbled on. "Look at us. Me calling myself an 'old man.' I'm younger than your mother you know that?" Luke cooed back and Anakin nodded.

"Yep, don't tell her, but I think she's a seductress. I think she conspired to make me fall for her." Luke again babbled in a loud singular call and Anakin chuckled. "Well we all know that's a lie, but she sure did get me wrapped around her fingers. Like you got these strong little fingers on my shirt thank you!" Anakin dared reach his right hand up and pull at Luke's little wrist. He only tugged harder and continued making small noises.

"I know! You're so strong! Be easy on me when you get to be my age will ya?'" Anakin imagined for an instant a vision that felt almost like a memory. A blonde haired and blue eyed man around his age. His features defined and wise for so young a look. Darkened clothing, a simple tunic and pants, but a smile on his face. Anakin beamed at such a thought. Why couldn't he have dreams like that? See what his son, what his children would become.

"Force…" he trailed off heaving another long breath of air into a sigh. The Force whipping about him as he did. Luke's presence shifting and molding itself against him.

"Who do you think you're probing young man? You don't get to feel daddy's bad mood now." Anakin playfully chastised and bopped Luke's little nose eliciting another happy gurgle. He also was sure to strengthen his walls while extending his love outwards to calm Luke's presence. His son seemed to settle in the Force and made Anakin content in that way.

Anakin blinked, and in a flash he saw them again. The three figures wrapped in darkness. All three sent a shiver through him and he didn't know what they represented or what they meant. Last night he had heard laughter again. A cackling and horrid retching sound. Something straight from a hospital wing full of the elderly and sick. Yet, it had come and then Anakin had seen a flash of burning light. He was coated in sweat when he had woken up and had felt hot again, but that wasn't the worst of it. That was his wife and children. Padmé screaming a sort of scream he had never heard nor never wanted to hear come from her. A blood curdling sort of raw screech of horror. The children sounded much the same. Twin cries that seemed hoarse and shrill before they were muffled and distant and then silent. Their bodies…he couldn't. It made his stomach tilt and twist.

"Bapfffft!" Luke called and Anakin opened his eyes. Luke flailing his now free right hand up towards Anakin's face. His father smiled and leaned in. The slap of the hand met his cheek and he winced.

"Ow!" Anakin groaned, but the hand kept patting over and over. "Yeah, you're right. I am being stupid. Thinking on it – OW! Thinking on it too much." Anakin laughed though he did recoil. He stared down at Luke and moved himself over to the crib where his little princess slept. A small white blanket covering her perfect tiny form. He reached down and gently pet his gloved hand along her belly. Her own presence in the Force meeting his and Luke's jovially even in the depths of her peaceful rest. Anakin felt a kind of protective instinct he had never known before and at once felt horrified, afraid and beyond himself with love.

"I promise you both," He started lowly whispering. "Neither you nor your mother are gonna ever be hurt. I swear...I promise." Anakin narrowed his gaze and steeled himself as that same cold shiver rippled up his back. His mind echoing some long forgotten reflective horror on the notion of death. People dying: Jedi, clones, civilians, heroes villains, friends, enemies, and stars. Even stars died.

"Well not for a long long time." Anakin intoned just as he heard the familiar shuffling of Threepio's feet behind him.

"Master Anakin, I can take over child duties now. If you wish for me to do so of course, sir."

"Thanks Threepio." Anakin gave Luke a nuzzle of brow to brow. His hair falling on the babe and he smelt that pure baby smell. Luke yawned against him and Anakin smirked as he turned and gently began handing Luke over.

"Very good sir! I shall see to it young Master Luke is well tended to."

"You do so Threepio." Anakin chuckled. Turning back he bent down into the crib and pecked his daughter's brow before heaving another sigh and making his way out of the room.

"Oh yes, and Miss Padmé did wish to inform you that she will meet you on the veranda, sir."

"Got it. Thanks again Threepio." Anakin waved behind himself as he kept walking out the door. He turned into the hall only to bump into a waist high friend.

"Whoa...sorry Artoo." Anakin laughed and pat his hand across Artoo's dome. The droid fell into a series of beeps and whirs. Its head twisting in a circle.

"Yeah Threepio is back on babysitter duties. If you wanna chat…" He paused as Artoo whirred. "Yes I know he can be neurotic." Anakin laughed as the astromech droid shook about with a binary laugh.

"Alright alright, if you wanna go watch the twins you'll have to put up with him. Oh, and don't try and fool me Artoo we all know you secretly enjoy Threepio's company." Anakin pushed past his little friend as a long chortle of whirs and beeps followed in his wake. Something about 'not putting it that way,' but bringing a smile to Anakin all the same.

Entering the main lounge Anakin caught Padmé. Beautiful as ever. She was radiant against the rising morning starlight. Her brown hair pulled up behind her and into one great bun with the stray lock falling behind her or across her face. She was the vision of stunning beauty he had been attached to since those many years ago back on Tatooine. She turned and saw him as he approached. Her smile beaming in a halfway sort of smirk and smile. His wife, and the love of his life. He wondered again how he was so lucky! Then his nightmare flashed and he was cold again. But, he cleared his throat and forced it down and smiled back at her.

"Hey."

"I see you slept well?" She asked knowingly and the two embraced. He chuckled sensing her underlying pride in helping him to do so.

"You play dirty games with dirty tricks, Senator."

"I learned them all from you. So, don't test me."

"That a threat?" Anakin pulled back and smirked down at her. Their eyes meeting with a fire set between the two of them.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Ani. Of course not. It's a promise." She laughed an airy laugh. Her hand on his chest as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and her lips met his and in the quiet embrace they both sighed happily.

"Hmm, don't start things you cant finish." He warned her. His hands tightening upon her waist where they came to rest.

"Don't tempt me. Besides I have you right where I want you. You make it all too easy." Padmé smacked his arm and let him go. Though he bore a smile back his mind suddenly flashed again. Another sound rasping at him like a memory, but distant. A sucking intake of breath and those words – 'All too easy.'

"Ani?" He was shaken and forced a wide grin onto his face.

"Sorry. Got caught up thinking about how late I can be before Obi-Wan chews my ears off." Anakin lied. Through the Force he sensed a brief hesitation on her part. Though she did accept his response the next moment. Wholly or not he didn't know, but she hummed playfully and pulled away.

"Well I'm not going to take the blame for that one...did you talk to him about…"

"No." Anakin quickly and curtly replied. "I talked to Gandalf instead. I feel a bit better. He gave me some perspective."

"Ani…"

"Padmé I…" He groaned. Having not wanted to broach this with her. Anakin lowered his head and let his eyes close to center himself in the Force.

"Obi-Wan couldn't have done anything yesterday that Gandalf and Yoda didn't do. And, before you ask I did speak with Master Yoda. Generally I mean. Point is Obi-Wan wouldn't have added anything I hadn't been told or heard. If I need to talk to him about what...what I saw then I will. But," He forced another smile onto his face. "No nightmares last night! Thanks to the services of the Senator." Quickly he wrapped her up into his arms again and planted his lips to her own. She yipped in surprise, but did meet his lips with her own. Their meeting hungry and needful. At least on his part as he sought to drown out all fears and thoughts with her presence and being, and for the moment it did seem to work.

"Don't worry about me, my love." He cooed lowly after finally releasing her lips. "I'll be fine. If I need to talk I will. Obi-Wan, Gandalf or whoever. Okay?"

"I just don't want you obsessing over this." Padmé ran one hand onto his shoulder snaking it behind his neck. "I've seen what happens to you when you have these things weigh you down. Visions, thoughts, feelings or whatever else may be plaguing your head. Don't worry about me. You're not losing me. Or Luke or Leia. Okay?" She echoed him. Her brown eyes widened and demanding an answer of him.

"I...yeah...yeah, okay." Anakin gave in faint relent even as his stomach twisted and mind shot with an adrenaline filled flash of death and despair.

"I'm not losing you."

"You won't." Padmé corrected them both. Promising aloud, herself.

"I won't."

"Good." She pecked his cheek and pulled back. "Now go on and get to the Temple. Before Obi-Wan launches a search party. Then later you can tell me what this is all about." Padmé shooed him and he cast her an honest smirk as he bowed like a good Jedi should.

"As you wish, my Lady."

"Don't forget it anytime soon." Anakin burst into an honest bout of laughter. Turning away as she softly laughed behind him he got into his borrowed speeder and headed off towards the Temple. Steeling himself for the big day. Trying his best to live up to what Padmé said. Trying to believe he wasn't losing her or his twins. His children.

And, as always, failing to do so.

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"When did this start?"

"A smaller demonstration from outside the Temple District began about thirty minutes ago. They marched in and their number has been growing ever since, Master Kenobi." Master Drallig answered Obi-Wan. His eyes stern and hands clasped behind his back. Obi-Wan looked out into the distance. By some yards; he couldn't specifically gauge, a crowd of maybe ten to fifteen dozen civilians were gathered. They stood behind a hastily raised security rail line that wrapped into a square around the whole Temple. Several blaster toting members of the Temple Security Forces and Jedi Peacekeepers lined the rail, though yards away from the crowd line. Standing firm and unmoved even as demands and howls were loosed from the rallying people. Their number was indeed growing. More and more people streaming in from the walkways leading to the Temple from beyond the district.

"Who are they?"

"They appear to be COMPOR. That preservation of the Republic group. Same group that shows undying and unyielding support and adoration of the Chancellor." Cin offered with a hardly contained scoff.

"Force." Obi-Wan shook his head. "I feel it's pointless to ask, but I shall. Do we know what they are rallying for?"

"Protesting is more apt, Master." Cin huffed. "As you say, I'm sure you know, but they are protesting the Order's incarceration of Dooku. I would assume they protest that we hold him and not the Republic. Based on their banners, and their flag waving I'd put a bet on it."

"Never knew you as one to gamble, Master?" Obi-Wan offered half jokingly only for Cin to scoff again.

"When the odds are so clear is it really even gambling, Master Kenobi?" Obi-Wan shrugged and had to give Master Drallig his point. A series of boos and hisses, jeers and hateful rhetoric came lobbed the Jedi's way. It baffled Obi-Wan to see people so angry, and angry over something so simplistic. The Order was not holding Dooku in some bid to get him free of trial for his crimes. It only made him shake his head again and wonder just what had happened to the Order's relationship with the Republic? Had it been this bad before Elom, and his subsequent time on Arda? Or, was it only now? As tensions and victory seemed once more possible? Had the Separatist surge in their absence brought this wrath about? He didn't know, but it did disturb him.

"Don't worry, Master." Cin began with a slight sigh. "We've dealt with such rallies before and we will do so again this time. So long as they stay where they are allowed then no issues will come about."

"Has a demonstration ever turned violent?"

"No...well it would depend on what degree you would mean. Verbally they can quite abusive, and the things these people come up to say is...odd sometimes. Have they ever tried to attack? No." Cin shook his head. His mane of grayed hair flowing as he did so. "I do not want to sound like I mean them any harm, Master. However, should they turn violent I don't think it is a long stretch to assume we would come out the stronger in any potential melee."

"No doubt." Obi-Wan agreed. Though it did nothing to alleviate his despair. He watched as someone in the crowd swirled a red Galactic Republic banner showing the insignia of the government upon it. It waved back and forth and seemed rather imposing. A threat silent in its declaration of sovereignty. When did he have to come to stand against the Republic on a matter? Were they not fighting the same war together? Weren't they dying alongside the clones? Who were these people? Had they fought in the war? Were they part of the volunteers or drafted citizens that also numbered in the millions? They seemed young. The Force showed them to be angry.

"Madness." Obi-Wan uttered and shook himself again.

Master Drallig beside him glanced and eyed him sideways. Clearly having heard his darker intonation. The Battle Master and he watched the crowd get bigger. More flag waving. More chanting. A chorus of voices all sounding as one suddenly became clear in its demand.

"Death to Dooku! Death to Dooku! Death to Dooku! Death to Dooku! Death to-"

On and on the crowd chanted. Wishing death. Frothing for the murder of one who they blamed for so many murders all his own. Could he truly blame them? No, but murder was not the Jedi way. Nor was it the way of the Republic. Should it become so then what was it the Order was fighting for?

"What brings you out here anyways, Master?" Cin asked. Obi-Wan sensing the elder Jedi trying to ease both of themselves.

"Ah, I'm waiting for a ship. A delegation is arriving from the world I and Anakin had been trapped on. They wanted to meet with the Council and take a sort of tour of the Order. I offered to help them do so and the Council agreed."

"I had heard of something like that happening soon." Cin nodded. "A disappointing day to do such I'm sorry to say." Cin shook his head again and Obi-Wan couldn't help but chuckle darkly in kind.

"Yes. Disappointing indeed."

"Well I hope it all goes well, regardless, Master Kenobi." Cin quickly offered. Obi-Wan appreciated it. Doubly so since he knew Cin had been wounded following the loss of his most recent apprentice. The young Serra Keto. Obi-Wan had thought about broaching the subject. But, with what was happening here today he certainly thought better of it. Besides, as he eyed Cin in a sideways manner his own, Obi-Wan doubted Master Drallig was the kind of Jedi to speak about such a loss. At least with one such as himself as opposed to say, Master Yoda.

"Perhaps that's your shuttle?" Obi-Wan hummed quizzically, but turned his head left after Cin nudged that way. In fact a shuttle did come into sight and was angling to go a bit further back. Nearer the steps leading to the main Temple platform and far away from the gathering crowds.

"That'd be it, Master. My thanks, and my sympathies."

"Needn't you concern yourself here, Master Kenobi. I'll manage things well enough." Master Drallig dipped his head respectfully. Obi-Wan appreciatively bowed himself at the waist and made off towards the shuttle. Casting a final lingering glance over shoulder as a few dozen more citizens chanting COMPOR slogans and demands came from adjoining walkway paths.

Trying his best to forget about that unfolding public relations nightmare, Obi-Wan lightly half-jogged towards the shuttle. It was a cylindrical shaped model. He didn't know what it was; though he was sure Anakin would've if he had already been here. Regardless, it reminded him of the shuttle that had transported himself, Palpatine, Anakin and Dooku following the battle just days prior. It landed with a seethe of hissing air from its legs as the hydraulics eased. Obi-Wan could already see movement inside the shuttle from his friends and he waved their way as they also spotted him.

Overhead a whir sounded and Obi-Wan tilted eyes upwards to see an airspeeder make a hard turn from the temple and circle overhead before lowering near the main shuttle. He could only shake his head and force himself not to roll his eyes. Knowing full well, and sensing easily enough, his one time, and fashionably late padawan.

The sliding ramp slid out from the shuttle carrying the delegation as the top of Anakin's speeder popped open and the young knight jumped from it onto the stony grounds.

"Master!"

"You are about two seconds from late, Anakin."

"We never set a time for today! Well...I mean not about this." Obi-Wan waved him off.

"Sure, Anakin." He chuckled. A little mirth from his friend welcome after the showing of anger form the crowds. "At least you're here to help me introduce our friends to the Temple properly." Anakin came up beside Obi-Wan and nodded enthusiastically. Bearing a quite broad smirking grin. Though he did glance over his shoulder towards the crowds and the sparse lining of the security forces and Jedi Peacekeepers.

"Care to explain?"

"Not particularly, no." Obi-Wan set his jaw and Anakin was sure to sense his Master tense through the Force. "COMPOR from what Master Drallig said. They want Dooku transferred to the Republic for trial. I'm sure the Chancellor is partly to blame for this outcry."

"Palpatine? What do you mean." Anakin asked with furrowed brow, but Obi-Wan could only sigh.

"Anakin he's stirred the proverbial pot. And, he's stirred it proper. The blow-back from the press release yesterday and the...'appointment' are already having repercussions." Obi-Wan intoned. His ind fluttering to the earlier meetings. Though he was sure to mask his feelings where Anakin was concerned. His unease finding no peace.

"Oh...well how-"

"Oi laddies!" Anakin was cut off from what Obi-Wan was sure would be a demand to know what was coming his way. Though he steeled himself to not speak on the matter before the next Council meeting.

"Ya' two have done a fine job of Temple making!" Gimli, ever boisterous strut down the ramp and turned immediately. Marveling the stone hall appearance of the Jedi temple in its ziggurat formation.

"Aye, this place is quite impressive looking! At least from the skies." Pippin added. The hobbit bearing his blackened Gondorian tunic. Both Jedi smiled and forgot all else on their minds.

"Well we could take credit, but this Temple was built some thousands of years ago." Obi-Wan began.

"It's been built over and rebuilt a few times following attacks and destruction in past wars, but here it is." Anakin offered staring over the stone statues of Jedi standing before the further off entrance. Ever watchful and always guarding.

"Either way it's very impressive." Merry stated as he trot down the ramp and joined Pippin at the bottom. Folding arms over his own Rohirric tunic bearing a white horse upon it. "I'm sure Strider, Legolas and both Frodo and Sam will be jealous when we tell them about this!"

"Oh I'm sure they'll live my lads." Gandalf joined the group as the rest made their way off the shuttle. Two clones watched after them showing the red streaks of the Government Sector guard.

"You can feel the history here." All tilted their heads as Galadriel of all people; certainly the most quiet of the group, spoke. Her voice airy and almost distant, but her piercing eyes set on the rising Temple.

"Thousands upon thousands. All a menagerie of thought and emotion. The sensation born here is of a great set of beliefs." The Lady smiled toward the Jedi, and both couldn't help but feel as though they were being judged along with the Order. Though not in a manner that was demeaning or negative. It certainly made Obi-Wan feel a sense of ease. Though it was strange he had to find such from someone wholly stranger to the Jedi Order.

"Ancient history or no, it is quite the loud place."

"Aye, made louder by so angered a rabble as that." Elladan followed by Elrohir offered. The twins casting glances to the gathering crowd.

"Ah yes...please try not to mind them." Obi-Wan began.

"What's gotten them so roused?"

"Seems a nice dose of politics, Gimli." Anakin answered the dwarf. "It's a long and boring story. Battle and prisoners and yadda yadda. Nothing you guys should be troubled with." He carried on, and Obi-Wan was grateful he tried to pass it by. Even if the elves all shared sour looks where the crowd was concerned. He figured their hearing made the crowd's words all the more heard...unfortunately.

"Ah! Let em' speak their minds in their own peace! I've come to see this Temple and test the truth of what ya' laddies have said! If there be many a folk such as you then I'd sooner meet and see em!'" Gimli, without prodding, or offer began trekking toward the Temple. An axe in his hand and likely another hidden under his beard.

"Uh...Gimli-"

"Let it be, Anakin." Obi-Wan chuckled tapping Anakin's shoulder. "The Council has been informed to our friend's manner." He whispered after. Though directed at Anakin, who did nod and smirk, the Jedi master noted chuckles from the elves. Even the Lady Galadriel. Gimli's resident elf crush.

"Will we meet with your leading Council, Master Kenobi?" Tauriel asked. Her own eyes wide and passing long a glance across the vast Temple grounds.

"I've arranged a bit of an informal meeting between some of our High Council, my Lady. It is only informal in that some of our members are needed elsewhere for the war effort. Though you will be meeting with our chief authorities."

"I see…" She began. Head turning and reddened hair swaying about her. "Uh...forgive me, but what should I address them by?" Obi-Wan smiled and motioned his arm ahead leading them after Gimli.

"All members of the Order share ranks similar to myself and Anakin, my Lady. I, as a Jedi Master can be called by my name. I don't mind informality. Though for other Masters your use of the term 'Master' is welcome."

"And, for knights?" She asked walking alongside Obi-Wan.

"Well it's a similar case. Though it is more formal for Jedi to call one another by their standing if a knight. A padawan learner is the lowest official Jedi rank. 'Padawan learner' or simply 'padawan' fits, but I don't believe we should come across many such learners on your visit." She nodded. Eyes still wandering up. Glancing at a high Jedi statue. The unknown and generic Jedi held lightsaber before himself and stood guard. Unmoved...watchful.

"So...for a knight, I say...'knight?'" Obi-Wan chuckled at her seeming naivety.

"Most Jedi give their name, miss." Anakin offered and joined the two of them. His hands bundled in his robes ahead of himself. "If one offers their title then I'd say call them by that. Probably a sign they're looking for formal recognition. If you get their name before the title then they're more easy going."

"Easy going...very well." Tauriel smiled and Obi-Wan shook his head.

"Not every Jedi who offers their rank is after recognition, Anakin."

"Of course not. Just some."

"Right." Obi-Wan scoffed playfully.

"Either way, I look forward to meeting some from among your Order!" Gandalf announced. A gracious and welcoming smile upon his wise and aged face. "I'm sure everyone here will be on their best behavior, my friends."

"Oh aye, the best!" Pippin added...seemingly sensing that statement was directed at him. Everyone got a laugh out of that to a degree. Though Obi-Wan did sense hesitation from the hobbits and the Lady Tauriel. He would be sure to make their visit especially pleasant.

"Regardless of the place or the reason I am happy to be out of that...apartment? Yeah apartment. It's nice mind you. Just a bit cramped with us all in there." Merry offered, rubbing his hands behind his head through his curly mane.

"You should see what counts for a Jedi's room, Merry." Anakin smiled and the hobbit met him. Surely not knowing exactly what he meant, but appreciating the sentiment.

Either way, the whole gathered party neared the temple. Climbing the staircase up onto the ascending squares. Master Jurokk, the Temple Gatekeeper stood beyond. His balded human head turning their way and bowing as they neared. Obi-Wan feeling an odd sense of apprehension himself. He knew what for. He didn't want any of his friends from Arda to be given an ill impression. It was he who had gotten this delegation from Aragorn. As a gift no less. Best to not squander it, he supposed.

"HARRRACK!" Obi-Wan paused. All heads turned, but everyone else kept on walking save himself. Tilting his head left with furrowed brow Obi-Wan found a curious sight.

"What brings a hawk-bat so high to the surface?" He intoned. Watching the winged beast stand upon its two clawed feet atop another of the guarding Jedi statues. Its head turned and its green eyes peered down atop him.

"Odd." The Jedi Master shook himself and caught back up with Anakin and the delegation.

"Master Kenobi," Obi-Wan was again surprised to hear the Lady Galadriel speak. Her elegant manner in which she spoke and walked were sure to unnerve a few Jedi. Though he was sure they'd be okay in the end. Her fair features looked to him with an ever piercing gaze, and her golden hair burned hot in the morning daylight. Force, he was a little unnerved. Just like when he first saw the Lady back in Lothlórien.

"Yes, my Lady?" He began and she smiled thinly.

"What did you call that creature?"

"That? Ah, it's a native beast here on Coruscant. A hold over when the world was far more green than it is today. But, hawk-bat, my Lady." Obi-Wan informed. Though he was surprised she needed it repeated with her doubtless amazing hearing.

"Indeed?" She intoned. Making Obi-Wan wonder if she meant that for what he said...or what he had thought. Well...he chose not to think anymore on that. Especially as the Lady continued to glide ever so gracefully beside him. Casting a weary and piercing glance toward the hawk-bat. It cawed with hissing reptilian roar and swept back up into the sky upon purple hued wings.

"It holds...an ill manner to it."

"They are seen mostly as pests." Obi-Wan tried to assure. "Though they aren't the prettiest of all animals for sure." He offered another small laugh, and despite her seeming mood she did pass him another thin smile. Though she said no more as the delegation reached and entered the main large set of doors. Master Jurokk greeting and letting them pass.

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"These people," Kolvori spat. His blue eyes staring out the nearby viewport toward the gathering rabble of Republic citizens. "They wouldn't know protection if it hit them in their thoughtless heads. You give them victory in a battle and you're blamed for the capture of their enemy!"

"Calm yourself, Kolvori." Master Hett warned from behind. Kolvori turned to him and noticed the Jedi Master leaned over a rail. Facing away from him and overlooking the large entry foyer of the Temple.

"I apologize, Master. They...disturb me. They fail to understand what we do and why. They fail to see that Dooku is better restrained by those who uniquely understand his powers. Think me no sympathizer, Master." Kolvori offered coming to stand beside A'Sharad. "I hold no love nor affection within me for the traitor." Again his voice was venomous. "I only understand the wisdom of the Council."

"That much is clear, and we should be so lucky to have all Jedi in agreement." Master Hett replied. His face leaned over and lit in the shifting blues of the datapad he read from. Kolvori remained momentarily silent. Running his hand through his blackened messy head of hair down to the stubble strewn about his mouth and chin. The Master he now served, Master Hett, he did seem a good choice to handle the Covenant. He could admit to that much. Though, Kolvori itched for action. Itched to bring order back to...well the Order! He hoped Master Hett felt it too.

"Your anxiousness is palpable." Well...that answered that. So, Kolvori cleared his throat and bowed himself at Master Hett's observation.

"Once again, apologies, Master. Today is a rather dull day. That's if you can ignore all the chanting and yelling and rabble rousing we're being assaulted with." Kolvori sneered to himself and carried on. "Also forgetting the many among the Order who play fast and loose with our Code! Breaking edicts and mantras long since held near and dear! Forgetting all of that...I'd say I am quite bored." Kolvori intoned. Hoping his vigor for the fight to come shone through.

"Patience is a virtue." A'Sharad began and snapped his datapad off with a huff of breath. "That's no mere sentiment for your everyday person. Be it here or Tatooine, Kolvori. If, as a Jedi Knight you have yet to learn patience then I fear for the direction of the Order."

"I…" Kolvori had begun but stopped himself. Master Hett eyed him knowingly, critically even. Kolvori felt his pulse race and ire rise, and in that moment he caught Master Hett's point. Perhaps his zeal...his vigor could lapse into the domain of passion. He needed to control himself, yes that was it. So, he shut his mouth and centered into the Force and its forgiving and boundless light.

"Forgive me, master."

"As with everything else, you are." A'Sharad smiled and turned back to the rail. Turning his eyes down into that massive foyer. Many Jedi walking about entering lifts and halls to dorms, rest halls, meditation chambers, training rooms, study halls, lecture rooms...anywhere and everywhere. They all moved about in many a cloak.

Stood in the center though waited Masters Yoda, Windu, Ti, Kolar, Fisto and Tiin. It was said that Master Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker were bringing some far off visitors to the Temple. Kolvori had to admit, inwardly at least that such visitation by non-Jedi did not sit well with him. Though, since it was not his place to say so, he remained quiet.

"Our Covenant grows. So does the WatchCircle." Master Hett began with a distance to his voice, and pulled himself into a full stand. Both of his hands gripping the rail and eyes distant even as they stared downwards. "I have reviewed your documentation. Multiple times in fact, and I must say that you've been very busy, Kolvori."

"I thank you, Master!" Kolvori bounced in pride. "I have seen my place as a maintenance man of the Code, so to speak. I hope my documentation has at least proven that my beliefs and watch hasn't been in vain." Kolvori bowed as Hett remained looking into the distant grounds beneath them. The shadows of figures entering the Temple to be seen by both of them. Kolvori gave sideways glance and counted ten figures including both Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker. Two of the most admirable among the Order. Two whom he respected enough to also retain his opinions on non-Jedi entering the Temple. At least the Order held two of its brightest and most attuned up for the Republic and galaxy to behold.

"Kolvori." He shook himself to Hett's voice. The Master now passing him a sideways glance.

"Sorry...my mind wandered, Master."

"Try not to do that too often. I need you in the here and now."

"Yes, Master Hett." Kolvori dipped from the hip again.

"Good. Now as I was saying – I've reviewed the records you've provided and I think that it's time I begin delegating tasks. If even half of what Master Windu provided; of what you've given, then we've got quite the task ahead of us. That, and the newer reports you've also provided." Master Hett stated. More as an intone.

"What is it you need of me, Master?" Kolvori readily inquired. His body buzzing with the thrill of potentially getting to work mending the tears at the fabric of the Order and its Codes.

"You gathered a report on two Jedi declared as killed in action. You, however, have a dissenting view." A'Sharad explained for Kolvori. Though the Jedi beamed a smile knowing which case the Master spoke of already.

"Kento Marek and a one...Mallie. No surname for her." A'Sharad carried on. "Their final reports before their apparent deaths revolve around the stationing on Talus, in the Corellian System. This was earlier in the war. Nearing three years if your reporting is recent."

"It is!" Kolvori called and A'Sharad past him cocked sideways glance. As did a few nearby Jedi as well.

"I...I mean, it is, Master." He again bowed his head toward the Jedi Master.

"Right." A'Sharad began slowly. "The battle in the Corellian system was a short feint. Nobody really saw it is an important field, and the Separatists were quickly repulsed. So, for such a dismally easy battle I can see how one could grow...suspicious of their disappearance. One would have to question 'why.'"

"Master, as I'm sure you've seen via my reports I found an encrypted communication from both Jedi knights. I don't think it's a stretch to say-"

"No...no stretch at all." Master Hett cut him off. "It is as Master Windu inferred. There are indeed Jedi who are not adhering to our Codes." A'Sharad further sighed.

"There is a manifest from Talus. The contingent that had been working alongside our brother and sister had been a local regiment, and not clone troopers from the GAR. In the midst of transporting to the front it seems that a local battle had occurred near Plympto. The regiment seemed to make it out after reinforcements arrived, but several cruisers had been destroyed. Older models, models no one in the republic was particularly concerned over losing. Yet, it was there the two were presumed dead."

"Yes, Master." Kolvori eagerly verified his own assessment.

"You believe they have abandoned the Order." A statement, not a question. It was one Kolvori enthusiastically acknowledged. "Your report makes mention of refugees moving through the Corellian Sector." Master Hett pushed off and away from the rails and faced Kolvori head on. Both Jedi holding their hands folded within their own robes.

"Since you have been tracking refugee movement I would then assume you have an idea of where to look for our wayward friends?"

"Not precisely, Master. I had begun tracking refugee movements sure, but I don't have specifics. At this point they could be anywhere, but there are several agri-worlds in question. Such worlds put far out of the way and mind of any warring party. I would say to begin looking there. Refugee manifests are still a thing. If they want to forsake their oaths they'd need to set themselves up as having lives away from the Order. I'd assume they'd fake their identities and try to take up lives on these worlds. Or else, they can be traced through further refugee manifests." A'Sharad nodded through Kolvori's line of thought.

"I assumed you'd have something in mind. I am not yet disappointed. Very well…" The Master sighed. Though Kolvori didn't know as to why or what.

"As your first official assignment to the Covenant's WatchCircle I want you to follow those leads. Search out and find Kento Marek and Mallie. If you should find trace of them or they themselves you are to contact me at once before making any further moves. Am I understood?" Kolvori stiffened his back and felt taller, broader, stronger and more invigorated than in a long long time!

"Ye...yes of course, Master! I understand completely." The Knight beamed and bowed his head submissively. His heart pounding and fire alight. The very notion of healing the Order's malignant wounds making him beyond ecstatic!

"Good...very good." Hett nodded slowly. Turning away thereafter and striding away from Kolvori. "Take your leave at your earliest ability, Kolvori. Keep me appraised, and be sure to stick to your mandate."

"Yes, Master Hett!" Kolvori watched the Covenant's Master and the Temperance WatchCircle's Executor move away from him.

Kolvori hadn't reported on everything he knew of course. That made him smile with a righteous sort of knowing as he stood alone. He hadn't told Master Windu in his reports where some of these wayward Jedi had hidden themselves away. They were hardly clandestine, or as sneaky as they probably assumed themselves to be. If he could find them with a little digging and slicing then it would be beyond easy for anyone to do it! Or, so he believed.

Why hadn't he told Masters Windu or Hett? Well, he didn't want anyone else other than himself to find these Jedi. He didn't want anyone else to bring them to justice for the Order. To sniff them out, and prove their sad attempts to abandon the Order had not gone unnoticed! If a Jedi should want to abandon the only order and the only people they knew then they should not be so cowardly as to run and hide. Anyone could leave the Order. For Force's sake Dooku left the Order! So, what had these Jedi to hide?

It certainly made one wonder. It made him wonder. So, perhaps he knew that Kento Marek and Mallie had indeed hidden themselves as refugees. But, they had long since abandoned the Corellian Sector. They had jumped onto another refugee charter to the Expansion Region just outside of the Inner Rim. From there they had taken assumed names and were now hiding on quite an odd world.

"Why the Wookiee homeworld? Who knows. Well," He scoffed a lone laugh. "I know." Kolvori smiled. He made for his quarters. He had to take just a few things with him before he rounded up the Covenant's first charges.

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"Here we are!" Anakin announced rather loudly and boisterously. "Home sweet home. At least for myself and Obi-Wan." Anakin held both arms out at his sides and the delegation all were turned upwards and about themselves. The heights of the Temple were beyond their impression even from outside. The high rising pillars of glinting metal interwoven in what seemed white or some manner of golden marble shined in the daylight. Windows adjoined the walls to either side, in the furthest reaches. They were interspersed with many halls, entrances and doorways. Though the windows they could see rose taller than any tree back home upon Arda, and stood showing the outer world move and light them within. As many a man woman, and...alien; as the people of this world called them, moved about. All cloaked or at least bearing a tunic about themselves. Some of them staring at Anakin with curious looks. Likely for his loudness.

"By my beard! I'm impressed by the crafts-work laddie! I see not much in the way of good stone to be sure, but the metal woven with stone puts happiness in me wee heart!" Gimli chuckled heartily. Anakin smirking to the sound.

"Gotta admit, I think your people have us beat with Moria...I mean Khazad-dûm. But, yeah the Temple is pretty impressive. Though there are countless big buildings, temples and so forth all across the galaxy."

"More?!" Gimli huffed happily. "Then I've got much to explore yet laddie! Ya' got to work at your skills as a host were I you! If you're to impress me that is." Gimli huffed though both Jedi who knew him could easily sense the playfulness in his manner. The weapon's end of his axe clanged to the marble under them and made a resounding clang.

"Well forgive me, almighty Gimli!" Anakin began. "I'll be sure to bring you and your pampered dwarvish behind to every spot I know of from here on out."

"Be sure ya' do!" Both laughed quite openly. Anakin coming to stand beside him. Arms crossed through his dark cloak.

"I must say, it is quite impressive within as without. I have seen many magnificently made places in the world. This will assuredly count as one of them." Gandalf directed to Obi-Wan. His use of the term 'world' odd to the Jedi Master, but he made sure to not try and correct it. Knowing it was Gandalf's 'vernacular' at work.

"Glad to hear it. Though the Jedi try not to show themselves as too lavish. The Temple has been built for comfort and some semblance of serenity. Which, I'm sure you can imagine on a world such as Coruscant can be difficult."

"Indeed." Gandalf nodded. "Why would your Order pick such a spot for so massive a Temple? I assume this is the heart of your Order?"

"Politics." Anakin offered, turning to face them from ahead.

"Yes...in a way." Obi-Wan conceded. "The Order has been in league with the Republic for some 25,000 years. Give or take a few years or months, and by our galactic standard calendar."

"For that long? That is a distant alliance indeed." Elrohir of the so far silent twin duo offered from the opposite side of Obi-Wan.

"So far it's worked. The Jedi have, as I explained last night, have been at the front of protecting the Republic. More for the ideal rather than imposition of a rule of law or government."

"Yet," Elrohir's voice rose. "The Republic does stand for its own views, correct? Such a stance would surely mean a desire to impose a will." The Prince offered as the whole party neared the gathered masters ahead.

"The Republic has not always been...good I will grant that." Obi-Wan acknowledged. Though Anakin's prominent snort ahead didn't help. "The Order was not always stationed here on Coruscant in such a capacity as this. In the ancient days of our Order and the Republic we had our main Temple on a world called Ossus. It was...devastated by the Sith in one of the long series of wars we've waged with them. The remains of that Temple still remain, but it is barren. The move to Coruscant was meant to foster good relations between the Order and the Republic. To help them see...well to see goodness. The Order stands for ideals centered on what I would hope most would see as good. Being here in the heart of the Republic helps send that message. A beacon if you would."

"Noble an intent." Elladan offered. Both twins garbed in a very noble set of half-dress and half-armored glittering silver and blackened apparel. "I would wonder on the wisdom of such an intent, Master Kenobi."

"Why's that? If I may ask?" Obi-Wan wondered aloud. The elven prince; still sporting his royal circlet like his brother, turned to him.

"Many watches and many towers or great halls have been built to defend against lingering shadows. At least as the tales go and as my experience allows me to have seen. Anytime a watch or a position is made to keep watch and defend against an enemy, or a creeping evil of whatever make they are prone towards weathering. Such dilution need not be the fault of those who stand watch, but rather the passage of time oft makes those who stand guard...well...weary." The Prince; whom to his own discredit, Obi-Wan had labeled the less thoughtful of the two between the twins, offered with a serene and knowing smile.

"I...admit you hold wisdom there, my Lord Elladan." In fact it almost struck a little too close to home for Obi-Wan. What, with everything happening in the world of politics that wrapped the Order and the Republic up into this strangely antagonistic stance. Had one or the other, or even both lost their way? Had their 'watch' turned from a concerned oversight and defense to a withered husk of its former self? Too tired to really see the true enemy.

Force...far too close to home.

"I shall meditate on what you've offered." Obi-Wan relented. The Prince bowed his head in kind. The wonderfully kept and shining dark strands of his straightened hair falling about his face as he did. While the whole of the party came before the gathered Council members.

"Masters." Anakin greeted, dipping at bis waist.

"Skywalker." Yoda bowed his head and greeted happily enough.

"Skywalker." Master Windu coolly echoed. Though it was no great surprise. He was always like that. The other Masters followed in much the same way with varying terseness and kindness. Obi-Wan merely hoping Anakin didn't pick up on the stir caused by his friend, the Chancellor.

"Greetings Masters." Obi-Wan began coming to stand beside Anakin. "May I introduce our guests; Gandalf the White, Princes Elladan and Elrohir, the Lady Galadriel, Gimli son of Glóin, Tauriel of the Greenwood, and our dear hobbit friends Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took of the Shire." All members of the delegation dipped when called upon and the Masters all passed kind enough glances and bows.

"It is an honor to meet with the Jedi Council." Gandalf began. His booming and elder serene voice seeming to throw both Master Tiin and Windu off. "Your two Jedi were quite helpful upon Arda for the time they were brought to us. I am very pleased to have met them. And, now to have met more members of this Order. Though," Gandalf paused and turned to Master Fisto. "I have met a few already." The nautolan Jedi smirked.

"Good to see you again, sir." Kit greeted. Though Obi-Wan knew he and Master Koon hadn't spent a lot of time with the locals from Arda he figured they respected and saw enough.

"Welcome it is," Now Yoda began turning and catching all eyes. "To meet with those of your world in kind, Gandalf." The green Jedi offered. Both Anakin and Obi-Wan noting a confused look between the hobbits at Yoda's mannerisms.

"Yes indeed." Master Windu cut in slowly. "We have read much of your planet. Its people and its concerns. We welcome Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker's aid. Happy that it had in fact helped you with regards to this 'Dark Lord' you had to contend with." Mace added. Stern as ever. Obi-Wan cautiously eyed the delegation. Noting Gandalf cast what could only be described as penetrating a once over, upon Mace.

"We were delighted to hear of their safety for certain!" Shaak Ti pushed herself ahead. "Both Obi-Wan and young Skywalker are very dear to the Order, and our own war efforts."

"Oh aye, that has been quite evident!" Gimli pronounced himself with a barreling roar of his 'wee' voice. The dwarf catching all glances. All as the hobbits, and Lady Tauriel failed to hide their amazed gawks toward the assorted gathering of aliens.

"When Obi-Wan spoke and told us that your Order was as many as can be seen I could hardly believe it!" The dwarf chortled on. "Such were their skills and usefulness against the Enemy! No orc I daresay shall forget their illuminated swords on the battlefields for many a tale to come."

"Orc?" Master Tiin cocked his brow.

"One of the native species of the world, Master." Anakin offered and the ikotchi Jedi seemed confused before memory hit him and he reclined his head.

"Ah yes. The reports of these 'orcs' are quite disturbing. Such vicious peoples and species are not wholly uncommon. Though from what we have seen they were an unsavory lot."

"Oh they still are! If you don't mind my saying so, Mister...uh Master...sir!" Pippin began. Obi-Wan unable to hide his smile along with Anakin. Tiin eyed Pippin harshly, but Master Yoda huffed a few low humming laughs.

"Forgive our impudence, if you can. Forget to introduce ourselves, we have." Yoda offered and dipped his head once more. His assortment of grayed hairs trailing his aged scalp.

"I am Master Yoda. Grand Master of the Jedi Order."

"Mace Windu, Master of the Order."

"Shaak Ti, Jedi Master."

"Agen Kolar, my friends. Jedi Master as well."

"Kit Fisto, Jedi Master. Happy to see some of you again. And, in good health." Kit again smirked broadly.

"Saesee Tiin. Jedi Master." All of them respectfully announced themselves.

"Ah well, pleased to meet you all!" Gandalf spoke on behalf of the whole delegation once more.

"Your Temple is quite large." Eyes turned upon hearing Elladan speak. His voice subdued and elegant still. Obi-Wan assuming he was on his best behavior. "I was remarking on it just moments ago with Master Kenobi. Tell me, if you can, does this place in fact harbor all from among your Order?"

"It can." Master Windu started. "However, there has been little occasion for all the Jedi to be within the Temple's walls for some time. Even before the war many Jedi are spread across the galaxy."

"Towards peaceful settlement, many work towards." Yoda added atop Master Windu. "Act as mediators they do. Bring new worlds into the Republic some try. End civil wars, or aid refugees others attempt. Work in many capacities, Jedi do." He smiled upwards.

"It is a noble venture." The powerfully soft voice of Galadriel cut in as she stepped ahead. All eyes turning upon her elegant form. None had been able to escape her or Gandalf's presence within the Force. Though Obi-Wan knew none would openly remark on either. As she came to the fore of the delegation, however, all the Masters; for the first time Obi-Wan could remember, seemed to take a bit of a step back. Yoda remained stood in place, but he did not show the same shock the others did. At least within the Force. As though they were being blinded and had to restrain their own presence within the Force for room. It was perhaps something Obi-Wan had just become accustomed to around Gandalf. Especially when the wizard delved into his innate powers.

"I have much desire to learn of your Order." The Lady smiled. Her pale fair figure standing tall and imposing even for someone so flimsily if lavishly dressed. "As does my kin, Lady Tauriel." Galadriel motioned to the elf maiden. Her eyes widening as all eyes were on her and her markedly green set of clothing and still present weapons.

"I...yes. My Lord Legolas of the Greenwood wished it of me to meet with you. To...inspect the Order so to speak."

"Inspect?" Mace repeated with a narrowing of his eyes.

"As part of the delegation, Master Windu." Gandalf injected himself. Likely having sensed the challenge. "Me and my friends are members of the delegation granted to the Republic by way of our friend Aragorn II Elessar. Newly returned King of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor. Part of our deciding process to your Republic's offer to join is based on coming to know and understand its peoples, and their customs. To the best of our abilities of course. It is, after all, so vast a galaxy." The white wizard offered humbly, leaning upon his staff. Appearing the soft spoken elder man. Though anyone who could 'see' him truly see him in the Force could sense the power kept within.

"Hmm hmm hmm!" Yoda chuckled. "Understand we do." The Grand Master spoke for the whole of the Council. Whether in agreement with him or not. "Speak on whatever matter you wish, I shall. To the best of my ability, of course!"

"That would be most welcome, Master Yoda." Gandalf smiled. Both elder beings seeming to already have a slight connection with one another.

"Yes..." Mace intoned. "I have opened the Temple up to all visitors form this delegation. You may travel anywhere that is not off limits, and with a guide. I thought perhaps you Master Kenobi, and you as well Skywalker."

"I'd be delighted." Obi-Wan bowed.

"Sure. We can take a few each through the Temple? Different places?" Anakin offered.

"That'd be welcome. Perhaps me and Pip could see to the kitchens?"

"Oh that'd be a good place to start Merry! Mighty good. We should like to see what it is you Jedi eat on a daily basis." The two hobbits playfully...though very seriously began with knowing, and earnest smiles. The gathered Masters again sharing a mix of looks. Though Yoda, Kit and Shaak seemed happily amused themselves.

"Tell me guys; what exactly could you learn from the kitchen of our Temple?"

"Oh quite a lot actually, Anakin!" Pippin grinned. "Those who eat poorly are surely in need of proper direction! It could very well help me decide for the better!"

"You're quite right Pip." Merry butt in. "Unhealthy or worse still, empty stomachs are by no means the way to handle oneself. Or a whole Temple full of people!"

"Hobbits…" Gandalf sighed, shaking his head. Though Obi-Wan was happy to see some of the Masters appreciate their young hobbit comrades.

"Alright, well I can take...Merry, Pip and how about you Gimli?" The three in mind turned to Anakin. "I'll show you guys around the Temple, and yes the kitchen."

"Well...if you want to twist me arm, laddie…" Gimli huffed and seemed open enough. Anakin rolled his eyes and bowed at the waist towards the gathered Council members.

"If I have your leave, Masters?"

"Yes, young Skywalker." Mace motioned his arm out. Allowing them to depart. Anakin tapping Obi-Wan's shoulder as he passed by.

"Where should we meet after?"

"Hmm...let's say the Room of a Thousand Fountains?"

"Good idea." Anakin nodded. "Come on you three! Especially you Gimli, I've seen how you run!"

"Bah, pay him no mind!" Gimli blubbered to the Masters before passing them a respectful half bow. The two hobbits doing much the same.

"It was nice to meet ya!' I hope we can talk again before we have to leave." Merry spoke and the more clearly agreeable Masters all seemed receptive.

"If time allows, we shall." Yoda bid them momentary farewell and they all made off after Anakin's furthering tall figure.

"Perhaps you could allow me and the Lady Galadriel some of your time, master Yoda?" Gandalf cut in again. Taking the lead and meeting Yoda's gaze. "As the head of our party I would very much to speak with you. As would the Lady, of course."

"That I would." Galadriel agreed.

"Hmm, free I am. Speak with you I shall. Come along, come!" Yoda offered and turned. "Other matters to attend to, the rest of you have."

"That we do, Master." Mace motioned his arm again and the others bowed. Turning away and returning to whatever other matters it were Yoda spoke of.

"May your tour be pleasant." Mace bowed and turned away himself.

"I...uh…" Tauriel began, but Obi-Wan raised his hand and showed her and the two seemingly abandoned Princes a smile.

"That leaves you three with me. Come along, I'll show you some of our training quarters and meditation rooms. I think you three should even like to see some Jedi in training?"

"That does sound fascinating." Elrohir agreed.

"Don't worry, my Lady," Elladan began, passing Tauriel by. "I'm sure we will see more than enough to put Legolas Greenleaf's curiosity at ease." Elladan pat her shoulder comfortingly.

"Yes, my Lady. If you should need to speak with anyone on the Council again I promise I will gain you and audience." Obi-Wan proposed. "However, as someone on the Council perhaps I can answer any further questions of yours along the way?"

"Right...I had forgotten." Bashful...certainly; the most of all the delegation, this Tauriel continued to be. Obi-Wan wondered what had brought about Legolas' decision to send her as an envoy. Not that he disliked her. In fact he sensed much strength, courage and wisdom in her. Though a festering dreariness buried deep as well.

"Hmm...well we should be off. Come along if you'd please." Obi-Wan offered, shaking all musings aside. Turning and gesturing for them to make after him as he made for the nearby turbolift to the upper training rooms. From what he had experienced, elves were; though quite elegant and eloquent, no less great warriors than humans from Arda or dwarves. The twins and Tauriel certainly seemed the fighting kind. Hopefully both he and Anakin would make fine a day out of their first from the confines of their politically mandated apartment.

He also silently hoped Master Yoda with both Galadriel and Gandalf got along well.

Ah! They should be fine...he hoped.

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The cold high airs would normally upset him, but he felt nothing for the cold airs anymore. He had a task ahead of him, and that was all he knew now. The hunger for food was secondary, and the need to find a nest was further form his mind still. The howling that had come to the lower and warmer depths of their vast shining world had been deafening to all that had heard. They knew a voice from afar was commanding them and they were not to pass upon the declaration and need felt within them. It had been put upon them, and they accepted it. The shining figure set to light in their minds was all consuming and none had ever seen or felt it before. A great smoldering presence of deafening dark ensnared in cascading fire and warmth.

Needless, need he dwell on it. For, such matters were beyond his understanding. He was one among many and their numbers swelled by the hour. The call was reckoned and moving from the lowest depths where none of the daylight star made its light known, to the highest peaks of the metal homes among the wires where many daring flocks called home. The feuds of competing beaks and clawed talons no longer remained and they had singular thought.

This one flew about the high winds of the cold day. Many streams of light and sound where the tall creatures moved in thier metal flying beasts swarmed by. This one hissed a call and dove down from the air. There in the near distance was a building. Square and conjoined to another of similar look. A dilapidated walkway connected these two square homes of metal. The distant skies further on were teeming with thick blackened smoke and a haze covered the air. Whirring machines unknown to this beast swiveled in the air cleaning the smog and smoke that filled the air.

It landed with a thud onto the side of the metal hold. Its clawed appendages on its wings clamping to the side of the wall along with those that hung back along its flesh and stubby tail. The beast hissed and opened its beak for another call. Hearing many more of its ilk deep...deeper into the depths of the metal jungle under him. Attending to their works. Watching, listening, waiting.

So, he crawled along the wall and around the side to an opened entrance. This one was small. Nothing more than a port barely able to allow him to crawl into. Commonly such openings and spaces were used by his kind to find comfort and safety when venturing to the high winds. However, he felt compelled to enter this one for a reason unknown to him. Beyond the need to see if he could witness or hear anything.

Entering the abysmal darkness of the metal cage the beast was met by the snowing of dust and creaking of rotting metals. His claws and talons scraping the floor throwing more dust about the air, and clanging reverberations echoed the halls. He lifted into the air, and a plume of dust followed in his wake, but he paid no mind as he swept down the hall ahead of him. Within moments skirting right, and left and right again zigzagging the quarters of this structure made of the tall creatures. Soon coming to the unexpected but seemingly needed end via a doorway.

He swept himself within, ignoring the choking dust and fell atop an overturned desk, though of course he knew not what it was called. Only that it served his needs for a perch. The beast shrilly called and the cry echoed through the bleak inner darkness that was as suffocating as the dust. Ahead of him a body stood. One of the tall creatures. It was of the female sort, and their head; caked in dust and matted in sweat that loosed a diluted mixture of pheromones, hung low. She raised her head, and her eyes were weary and dark, but for the faint glimmer of an unnatural light. The sort that would have set this creature into a flight of fear before. Only now, he showed no fear and felt no fear. Not here at least. Not in this moment.

This female of the big creatures stared at him for a long and quiet moment. Some unknown tension passing between them. Or, perhaps something else. Something more?

Her mouth finally opened, but instead of a call in the way of these creature's fleshy beaks, she instead rasped and it was in nothing the beast understood. Her arms, her long talons as he knew them were behind her back. Held in place like one of the slugs he would hunt by a talon from his feet. She continued staring and the glimmer about her eyes grew stronger. A deepening of the unnatural glow came as a flash of fiery reddish-orange and the overpowering yellow that drowned those colors away.

"Le...let me out of these." She hissed. A hiss low and rumbling. The creature hardly knew what she had cawed to him. Yet, he knew what she wanted. Another such indication welling within him like that of earlier in the day. Certainly not as strong, but all the same present. He did not move at once though. The first indication within him and the newfound will from earlier in the day shivered through him, and only when it allowed him did he flap his purple hued wings over to the bound tall creature.

A heaving and gagging cough loosed of the tall female creature. One that spattered saliva and dust from around her mouth. Her discolored eyes watching him as he perched himself onto the hastily made metal binds. These metal shards of scrap were hardly unbreakable by one with the abilities this tall creature had. Yet, she had not the strength to break them without leave. As if by a power unknown to them both, he lay atop her binds, and a shift occurred in the air. A sparking and freeing darkness shriveled the metal and her mind was awakened a bit further than before.

As a ravenous beast she howled and the creature who had lain onto her binds swept back through the air away from her. She loosed a snarling and frothing screech and a vibration swept the room and the binds were snapped harshly in a snapping crack. She fell onto her face, for her wrists had little strength in them. For long a moment she remained heaving, coughing breaths before she pulled herself up onto her knees. Her body filthy and presence twisted and blackened by a power both had felt, but neither truly understood.

She stood up. Legs tired and burning, but as before she felt none of it.

"Show...me the...way out of here." The female tall creature demanded, and he obliged. A hissing deep caw loosing as he swept up and made out the room. The tall creature after him.

Serra Keto allowed to walk free.

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L's Note: Alright, been updating the chapters I seemed to have forgotten to update in the past few days since the last chapter's upload. I have fixed plenty of errors on my and Lord Exar Kun's part, and if anyone is rereading them hopefully you've noticed some proper verbiage and better grammar! Regardless, I am sad that some of the prior reviewers I and Lord Kun counted on each chapter seem to have vanished. Alas, likely my fault for not editing and uploading the new chapters fast enough. Well, to those who do review and consistently with something to offer, such as Thomas Dorvin, you have my and the author's gratitude!

That being said, I will NOT be posting this chapter without having first edited it again using Fanfiction's doc manager! So, if you find any grammar issues or so forth do let me know, but I am confident this will be a much more well presented chapter than some. XD

Till the next!

-L