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.

23. Morning's Rise

Chapter 23

Morning's Rise

Palpatine hummed happily as he lowered his warm mug of morning brewed tea. Placing it upon the table as he leaned into his seat. In his hands, streaming across his eyes were the words sent to him from Arda. Themselves taken from this white city, Minas Tirith. As he had noted before when he had been with Sauron, the city was itself a marvel. Especially for beings of low technological stature and ability. More impressive and previously ignored was the knowledge and lore contained within.

A cruel and whimsical smile crawled across his face. A passing memory of his days under Plagueis coming to him again. His old teacher having warned him against the draw of power where ancient Sith worlds were concerned. To be aware of the idiosyncrasies in holocrons and texts of old. Seeking knowledge in the words and memory of dead men having some, but not much, value to the old fool. Palpatine had always thought such dogmatic refutation of that which had come before to be a weakness. Though, he had to admit that relying on the knowledge and so called 'wisdom' of dead men and women, and the failed Sith of old held an air of irony to it. Were it that they were victorious in their hunger and search for wisdom and power they would surely rule the galaxy. Yet, they lay dead. Forgotten on barren worlds, and those of renown alike. Ah, regardless, he was dwelling once more on memories of old. The nostalgia brought up from last night's parable with Anakin still showing through on what was to be a busy morning. A busy day overall he was sure.

He returned his full attention to the texts before him. Reading and rereading the passages sometimes twice over. Currently, he was learning of the 'Last Alliance.' A political alliance between Men, or as he understood them to be, humans. As well as Elves and some of these Dwarves. Though it would appear the texts that were sent gave greater importance to the Men and Elves. Either way, what he found curiously humorous about this tale of war, battle and the usual woe bred of conflict and the fables they birth was that in the end poor Sauron was defeated. Written in such terms as 'smote' and 'destroyed' and other terms Palpatine was sure the writers of this text felt cast them in a masculine and strong light. Where now they seemed...well misguided and naive. A joke. Although, Palpatine did find it a little funny to read of his guest's past failures and losses. It reminded Palpatine that the creature he dealt with was fallible and he was not himself foolish in his quest to use him. Undermine him if he could. Though Palpatine had to also remind himself to not underestimate Sauron. It was a delicate game, and for his part he thought himself to be playing it well enough. Even with an unknown factor in Sauron's power and spiritual nature. If he deigned himself willing to fully buy into what Sauron claimed to be.

Palpatine found it curious, as he had before, that these beings from Arda spoke in a form of Basic. Easily understood, though he was sure with a variety of accents. In all fairness, however, it was not all too unthinkable. There were many worlds cut off from galactic society and civilization that once contacted were found to share the Basic language. Primarily upon worlds where humans were found. Sauron had his view of how Arda came to be. Palpatine knew from the ancient records deep within the Republic's vaults the Republic had its own answer for such far away planets. At least, those where human life was found. Seed ships and colonizers from time so long ago nobody cared to remember them and their works. Was that true where Arda was concerned? Were they nothing more than offshoots of a time so far gone? Who knew? Truthfully, who cared either?

More important to Palpatine was the rough translations he saw written in the scanned texts. The Men of Gondor and another nation called Arnor, and a realm before called Númenor. All had made invocations and historical notations of Elvish tongues. Though Palpatine guessed the translations into this form of Basic to be imperfect he was all the same pleased there were some. Though, as his eyes scanned the passing swirls and loops of what he had guessed to be a form of written Elvish he found himself yearning to learn it. Sauron had made it clear that the spoken and written word carried power where his own spirit was concerned. Having experienced it, Palpatine was sure not to simply ignore the dark being. For dogma, disbelief or otherwise.

Having read the words aloud in basic Palpatine had to admit the language was elegant. Even if he could guess his accent would be judged poor and incomplete. Yet, when he spoke such words, unknown in their root meaning and translation he could reach deep into the Force. Seeking and searching for any sort of reaction, and he was beyond convinced when he had felt it. A faint flicker. Like something in the air snapping awake previously asleep. Palpatine did not believe in magic, per say. Sith sorcery and the abilities found in the Force were beyond comprehension and with the Force anything was possible. All with patience and practice, of course. However, this 'magic' of the spoken word and declared intent seemed to press onto the Force. Its presence brought the Force and itself into contact and made that which surrounded it all the more lively. This was from the utterance of Elvish of course. Palpatine had seen and could guess this 'Black Speech' had a similar though far darker effect. For such, he was equally as curious and intent on testing once time allowed him.

"Crude and rudimentary." Palpatine hummed, again sipping from his mug of tea. Bristling happily at its flavor and soothing appeal. "But, I am learning all the same. Learning and watching. Watching and reading, my friend." Palpatine chuckled. His eyes turning down to one built in screen across his table. There, he had playing the recording of Sauron's apartment from the day prior. He had watched it intently for a while.

However, after a time of doing so he had become bored of it. Though he let it play as he read the Arda texts. It was difficult to remain intrigued to be fair. Hour upon hour, moment after moment the form of Vica labored over the rings. Each hour seeming to agitate Sauron within, further. Palpatine could see with one camera a vision of set eyes. Narrowed, and lips twisting ever so slowly further down. Resetting once a break of a mere moment was taken. Only returning to apathetic disregard. Before an hour or two passed and it once more seemed angry, disappointed and malignant.

"So much work, over such little time." Palpatine hummed. Gliding eyes from screen back to datapad. "Perhaps I spooked you into redoubling your efforts, Dark Lord?" He wondered aloud to himself. Palpatine would not let himself be so arrogantly proud just yet. He could read now the draw and power these rings held over lesser and weak men. Kings and creatures all wanted to hold this ring that Sauron had once held, this Ring of Power. The so called One Ring. He had seen the text that the ring had once had upon it, and the text seemed quite alluring in and of itself. Perhaps, were he honest with himself, Palpatine could imagine that he would have gone after such a powerful weapon. Though, he was sure to count himself…'lucky' that Anakin had helped to get rid of such a device. But, it only lent fuel to the fire within the Sith Lord's mind. Sauron was crafting these rings not out of some slow burn attempt to reassert control, or use the power for himself. His spirit could very well be far weaker than he let on, or more than even Palpatine would've dared guess. These rings smelled of desperation, and such was evidenced by how Sauron's borrowed body appeared on his screen. Tired, sweaty, and beyond concentrated. Obsessively carving into the rings, murmuring to himself, itself. Before placing gemstones and diamonds into their pits and cores.

Palpatine had previously watched for an hour or so, and had skimmed ahead. Not much changing as he had done so. Even so, Palpatine was sure to be as observant as could be. It was practically a necessity. Though he was not wholly unaware of what he'd see. There were men under command of Director Isard in Republic Intelligence; a few trustworthy enough to give such a task, who watched these cameras constantly and in real time. They reported on all oddities or made general notes on the hour declaring the continued mundanity of their unaware charge. So, Palpatine knew from these notes given by Isard that at a point late last night, some time during his time at the opera, Sauron had thrown a fit of some kind. Palpatine knew three of his rings were gone. Unceremoniously thrown from the apartment out the doorway leading to the balcony.

Watching the creature murmur, meticulously tamper with and tinker with those rings for hours on end made Palpatine curious. His eyes continued watching the screen. Watching Sauron pick up one of the rings, this one with what seemed to be an emerald within it. Sauron peered for long a moment. Eyes shining in the unnatural fiery hue common of the creature's meat suit. They narrowed, and glowered, before an unheard utterance passed those lips and the being placed the ring back down. Only to pace back and forth before the table. Eyes always on the gathered four rings. Little mind paid to the fourth one, the one Palpatine had kept his own eyes on since he had first seen Sauron begin crafting it. In some ways believing it to be Sauron's truest creation, or at the least the primary one. A theory only strengthened by the Dark Lord's actions the prior night.

Nevertheless, the pattern would repeat and had done so for hours on the recording. Sauron worked on the rings. Paying special care to each as he placed their gems and stones. Before setting them down. Muttering to himself. Whispering below even the combined ability of the hidden microphones to discern. Before growling and returning to work. Each ring again being taken and fixed, added to, touched up. Whatever word or phrase one may want to use, Sauron attempted, and each time Palpatine watched him grow more angered. Less meticulous, and agitated. Before, in time, Sauron would scowl, berate himself and eventually chuck the three news rings out the window like so much illegally thrown Coruscanti garbage. Of course, Palpatine had watched a snippet of the event before. He had chosen to go back. Try to see what it was that caused Sauron the pain and discontent that had led him to the moment in the first place. Yet, so far Palpatine could not see what had happened. The Force baring him no fruit as he delved into it, and whispered for the answer to his question. Receiving nothing in reply.

"Perhaps the lore of your homeworld can help solve this mystery, Lord Sauron." Palpatine hummed aloud. A hint of mockery to his voice. "Many times there is accounts of the way you were. You have alluded to it yourself." Palpatine noted. "Perfectionism can be the great downfall of all artists and workers. Every laid plan fails when applied to action. It is how we deal with the reaction and the unknowns that we are proven master tacticians." He laughed, musing on what the potential cause of his guest's woes were.

"Perhaps, you kept the rings?" Palpatine speculated. "You folded them into your hand and threw a bit of cloth from the apartment. Perhaps you put them in your sleeve? I have no need of them. Though, this supposes you know you're being watched. A minimal risk, so unlikely." Palpatine mused and turned his eyes over the written language of the elves again. Detailing something he could not yet know from a world he did not understand.

"Whatever the case," Palpatine sighed and paused the video feed. Closing the datapad as he did so. "You did keep one of the rings." The video remained paused, having switched angles showing the ring Sauron would later throw into the kitchen area of his apartment. Leaving it there like trash. Not touching it. Not even acknowledging it. As a bratty child when they threw a toy undesired from their hands. Palpatine remained fixed on it. Knowing he needed to be careful when doing so. He was dealing with powers unknown to him, but he could not deny the temptation he felt when looking at the discarded jewelry. "Perhaps what is one man's trash can be another's treasure?" Palpatine chuckled thoughtfully. "At the least, it could be another man's toy. If the brat who owns it no longer wishes to have it." He kept musing down this line of thinking. Humming thoughtfully as he watched the ring sit among its cast aside siblings. Though, it was curious why Sauron had kept this one, even if he had thrown it like trash about the home. It may well have been an unconscious thing. As with children who throw tantrums, they cry and scream. Declaring they don't want the toy or the item. Only to shove it aside somewhere they can easily take it later once their mood is passed. It may well have been that Sauron still felt there was hope for this ring, at the least. Unable to bring himself to throw all away where one still had value. In that way, perhaps it was incomplete? Then, it could be just as useful if not more so. Where curious but careful minds were to take interest, so Palpatine imagined. A small thin smirk crossing his face as he did so.

"I think a visit outside of your apartment may be in order, my friend." Palpatine stated to the comfortable lonesome of his office. Noting the time, and approaching first meeting of the day. This one concerning Anakin's dear off world friends. From a world all too familiar to Sauron in fact. He was sure Anakin would be available for it. Before the Council would meet and decide whom to send after poor General Grievous. He kept his eyes on Sauron, the body he wore, and that one yet discarded ring.

"Yes." Palpatine nodded. "I think there's something we can do about this." He rose from his seat and brushed his robes clear of creases. A faint cackle whispering as a laugh passed his lips as he did so. Many dark thoughts passing through him on what was to be a day of days. A long one beyond any doubt, but one of great significance.

---

"Ah, Lord Forvendîl, good to see you!"

"And you, Lord Koll!" The Gondorian Lord greeted. Himself bearing a pleasant half earnest smile on his face as he dipped. Mimicking Taruk as he passed by. Taruk found himself in the midst of backwater gallantry. Well, backwater by galactic standards of course. He forced himself to not think so much about that fact again. He'd dwelt long enough upon such and crying about it more wouldn't fix it for him. He had to deal with what cards he had been dealt, and it was an awful hand.

Nonetheless, there was a ball of sorts occurring within one of the feasting halls at the top of Minas Tirith. Less formal than a summons by the King concerning matters of lordship and rule. Taruk could not be sure, but he thought he heard someone mention a festival on approach concerning the winter season here in Gondor. Another odd similarity these locals had in terminology with some parts of the galaxy. Regardless of reason, the matter brought the lords, many of whom were still in the city on business, to stay for a few weeks in the capitol.

Taruk recognized many faces now. Though many were still unknown to him. The most obvious among them stood in the further corner from Taruk, Lord Prince Imrahil. Twenty-Second Prince of Dol Amroth. A city Taruk had heard of and discussed many times in the days he'd been stuck on Arda. The princes and lords of Gondor were enamored with the man. He was very kingly in manner and appearance. Tall, broad, and seemingly wise. Loyal to a fault, at least some would say as much. He was beneath the King in stature and reverence, but he was close. Were Taruk to be a poor politician he surely would've firstly chosen Imrahil to be Arsuna's puppet for intrigue and internal subterfuge. However, it was clear even from a glance that he was far too loyal to the King.

The Prince's ships were now the only true naval force that Gondor had. The destruction of Pelargir left that city's forces in tatters. Not to be reversed for years likely. Lucky for Elessar that Imrahil retained his fleet and array of men for such a need as the corsair threat the kingdom now faced. Though, Taruk did shake his head. Turning his gaze away from the Prince as he smiled and made pleasantries with the representative sent from the Kingdom of Rohan. Little did Imrahil know, little did any of them know just what truly awaited their ships. Only once Mahalmion had done his business. Once Amathir was ready. Taruk would say he felt sorry for those who would die. But, he would be lying. At least a little. In the game of politics lives are always on the line. After a while you simply become numb to the numbers. All they ended up being were statistics on a chart or graph somewhere. Dependent on how bad those numbers were, be they too big or too small, the people would demand change. That's when change occurred. Perhaps he was simply the jaded one?

"Sure. It's all me!" Taruk laughed sardonically to himself, and downed a well tended ornate glass of local wine. "Take it easy there, Taruk." He chided himself even as he placed the glass down on a nearby table. Itself lathered in dishes brimming with food of all variety. Meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables. He had business tonight. The food and drink were tempting to indulge in. As with all such gatherings, however, no matter how festive or party like the atmosphere the truth of them was always about business. Politics was business.

"Lord Delegate Koll." Taruk turned right. Recognizing the voice before he saw it he plastered a smile onto his face and bowed his head preemptively.

"Your Highness. You look lovely as ever, my Lady." Taruk greeted the Queen. Her pristine features baring a soothing smile. Ever graceful as she matched his bow with a traditional elvish greeting. Her piercing eyes met his, and as before, Taruk found himself somewhat off balance where it came to elves. Certainly human like, but not entirely.

"I am pleased you could make this little gathering. Hopefully it is not so strange a thing for someone from so far away?"

"Bah, not at all, my Lady!" Taruk waved her fears down. "You should see the balls held on Coruscant! For that matter some of the aristocratic galas held on far off worlds move from the extravagant into the decadent with ease. For the rich, royal and powerful there is little else worth having their wealth if not for the opulence of being able to show the other guy how much better off you are than they." Taruk chuckled and the queen reciprocated with her airy voice. Taruk took note of her gown. Shimmering blue, like silk from the deep core. Bound to her body in a sash embroidered in silver of some manner. Her arms covered in the same silk and tied at her wrists in short tassels. While upon her head sat a simple crown in the manner of a circlet. As ever, her features bore neither blemish nor dirt. She was a vision of beauty, that much Taruk could remark. At least to himself. If nothing else, King Elessar had good taste in women.

"In that case I am sure such gatherings as this must seem mundane. Trivial or small?"

"In a way." Taruk nodded his agreement. "However, there's nothing wrong in smaller gatherings. More familiar faces. Makes idle chatter and banter easier. Imagine having to find one man or woman in a sea of a thousand foreign dignitaries from across the stars, my Lady! Conducting any sort of worthwhile conversation is like...well trying to find a needle in a haystack."

"I can imagine." She smiled. "I cannot yet fully fathom the vastness of these worlds you speak of. My Lord the King, has imparted his own knowledge. Though I suspect even he does not yet fully grasp the reality of it all." She astutely noted. Though Taruk knew better than to be too agreeable to such an assertion.

"Ah, the King is a quick learner. A fine and noble figure, my Lady. I believe he knows and discerns more than any man, woman or child would guess him to just by a glance. Any man can hear knowledge about far off places, but few can grasp such without seeing it for themselves. His Majesty, your husband is by a wide margin one of the more wise and intelligent beings I have met in the galaxy! I should know too, I have had the displeasure of the company of many."

"You flatter him, and me with your accolades, my Lord Delegate." She beamed a smile. Those piercing light eyes turning downward. Her face flushing ever so softly in pigment as Taruk assumed her to have her mind turned onto Elessar. Again, Taruk had to give the man credit he seemed to have found a wife truly enamored with him. Even if he had not been totally truthful just now with all his praises there were things about Elessar worth being intrigued by. Awed by even. But, as with all nobles, all they really had was an ego. Taruk thought so anyways.

"Forgive me, your Grace. I do not mean to overstate my praises! I am sure you have many a lord and lady of the court to treat with."

"In that you are quite right, Lord Delegate." She smiled and dipped her head. "Do continue to enjoy the amenities, please."

"I most certainly will." Taruk bowed and waited for her to pass him by on her way. He picked himself back up and sighed. Watching her leave. Seeing as she made her way over to a pair of lords from the furthest northwest of Gondor's borders...Taruk thought. He wasn't always sure who he was looking at where the lesser lords were concerned.

Taruk appreciated the queen's knack for pleasantries. Often what politicians and those who played the game forgot was the simple subtleties of flattery, conversation and dealing in-between the loudness and rancor. During sit downs, meals, galas and functions are where alliances and information could be formulated or gleaned.

He could not be sure, but Taruk would assume she had come to pay him due respect. More than that, however, she and any monarch's consort worth their stock would gather intelligence. Looser lips found when wine was induced to the body made for great ammunition come time to cut deals and level threats. He may well have been wrong. Though, why else should she subtly demean her husband's knowledge of the galaxy? No, Taruk thought as he sipped a renewed glass of wine. She was probing him. Wanting to test his reaction. Perhaps his flattery came off as brown nosing or insincere? Better than to be known for holding the King and his knowledge of offworld affairs in contempt. As Taruk did in many ways. A fact he would keep to himself and few others.

"Making friends with the Queen?" Taruk tilted himself left. The Prince, Amathir approached. Himself garbed in a fine tunic that bore the familiar white tree upon it. Much the same as many of the lords and ladies to be found here among the chattering banter of many self absorbed aristocrats. Dark cloth, lined with silver cloth that spun finely crafted lines of a tree and stars hung above. While his leggings and boots were equally well kempt and clean.

"I make friends with many unsavory sorts, my Lord Prince. You would do well to be friendlier I think."

"Whatever does that mean?" Amathir scoffed and tended his own wine glass. Leaning into the table and coming to a stand beside Taruk. Both men facing the party and watching the others move about freely.

"You have a nasty habit of being confrontational with the King."

"What King?"

"Don't be coy, my Lord. It suits neither of us." Taruk admonished as Amathir chuckled lowly. Darkly one could even say.

"Perhaps. Regardless, it's all in keeping up with appearances."

"How's that?" Taruk wondered and watched as King Elessar made his way over to Prince Imrahil. Placing a strong hand upon his shoulder and smiling in greeting. Both men seeming jovial.

"If I were to suddenly become his dearest friend and closest ally that would surely raise more suspicion than if I were to remain the broken and confrontational man I am."

"I wouldn't say-"

"Spare me, Koll." Amathir cut him off. "I know what people think of me. How those who suffer the whim and will of the so called King view me as committing sacrilege when I dare give voice to my ire. I am despised by many, loathed by more and pitied by the rest." Amathir spat. "I say let them then! Let them view me as but the poor example of a joke. Defeated by loss, and ruined of worth. Cast to the side as better men tend to the duties of governance and lordship."

"You have been drinking I see, my Lord Prince." Taruk intoned watching Amathir grumble in acknowledgment as he downed a healthy gulp or two of wine.

"Hmm...never enough in truth, my Lord Delegate."

"Do try to contain and control yourself." Taruk warned. "If your lips prove as loose with others as they stand here and now, I fear you've killed me already. Worse still on a rock such as this."

"Little do you appreciate the beauty of Gondor, Koll!" Amathir rebuffed.

"It's not your people nor the Kingdom as a whole I dislike, or lack appreciation for, my Lord. Merely that I have seen far more interesting in far more worlds. Yours is like...seeing a sea that stretches as far as the eyes can see. Made of gold and honey. Just to have someone expect you to be mesmerized by the puddle of water they have found on the side of the road some feet away from the ocean."

"What a fine dreary picture you imagine, my Lord Delegate." Amathir huffed. Taruk merely laughed to himself in a sardonic manner. Though, he did turn to the Prince as he uttered a sound from his throat. Taruk watched him chug his wine glass in very unseemly a manner unbecoming someone of his standing. Before he all but slammed the glass to the table behind them and shrugged his head around. Prompting Taruk to turn around with the Prince. Both men now leaned into the dining table and backs turned to the majority of the party crowd. As they were, Amathir rifled through his tunic's inner shirt pocket.

"Our friend on the southern shore was quick to answer. Far quicker than I gave her credit." Amathir intoned and produced a scrolled bit of flimsy paper. Taruk glanced left. Checking to see if anyone was watching he and the Prince, or could see them. Feeling mostly secure and seeing no one watching them he snatched the scroll away and pocketed it within his own clothing up his left sleeve.

"She is quite prompt. Very useful in matters such as these."

"I'm sure." Amathir retorted numbly. Pushing himself back into a stand and stretching his neck. "I believe I have worn out my welcome in so fine an establishment as this. Among so fine a crowd, my Lord Delegate." Amathir declared loudly. Though Taruk was not sure if on purpose or not. As those near cast him disgruntled eye, but were quick to ignore him.

"Do give me more credit on how I tend to business, Koll." That he said more quietly, as he all but slammed a strong hand into Taruk's right shoulder before he walked on his way towards the exit. Leaving Taruk to sigh lowly. His arm feeling the subtle turn of Lady Amdirniel's letter, now pushed up his sleeve. Taruk knew he'd need to leave the party sooner than originally though or expected. Arsuna would have him report as quickly as he could, but he wasn't just going to send the contents and not at least have a peak inside for himself first! Better to not have so many wayward eyes present when he did so, though.

Although...he glanced left and right. As though anyone of concern would be around to take notice. Nobody said he had to leave quite this moment now, did they? He may as well enjoy the food, and schmooze just a little more. Who knows what kind of gossip one could hear? Taruk mused to himself. A smile gracing his lips as he then watched a soldier garbed in a Captain's cloak that ran down his back enter the hall and make his way over to Prince Imrahil. Whispering unheard words in his ear. Only for the Prince to nod once and act as though nothing of import had been imparted.

"Ah, now there's something interesting." Taruk chuckled, and refilled his wine glass.

---

Hours Earlier

"Sails, Captain! Off of port!" Mahalmion twisted to the spotter and back around off the portside of the ship. The seas were choppy. Breaking with harsh thuds as the wood of the corsair vessels crashed back down and pushed ahead through the vast southern sea off of Gondor. The waters were full of simmering wrath. Churning with the brute power of nature itself. Even still, visibility was clear as far as the keen eyes could see.

"All remain calm, and at attention! Men to posts, now!"

"You heard the Captain!" The first mate howled as the men across the ship and their two sisters all began rushing to posts and stations. Gathering bows and arrows, readying oil urns and the fires if needed. While those upon the steering remained fixed and kept the ships steadily moving ahead while swordsman and those carrying a variety of picks, axes and sickles stood in meandering but expectant adrenaline fueled unease and excitement.

"What banner do they sport?" Mahalmion asked one of the men even if he could himself see. At the corsair lad's eye lay a scope pointed in the direction of the nearby shore. Near enough to see, but distant enough all the same. Mahalmion could guess as to what the blue sails of the ships would show upon them. Glinting in the streaming daylight of the day sky. Better to be sure all the same.

"The white tree of Gondor, milord!" The corsair spat. "I count two ships dead port. Another three spread out as a line. One ahead, two behind."

"They sit parallel then." Mahalmion noted to no one in particular.

"Aye. They've not moved on us, Captain. I'd venture they either haven't seen us or are too cowardly to engage!" The corsair chuckled darkly though Mahalmion remained silent. Observing the now counted five Gondorian vessels guarding the land beyond.

"Good line of sight today, Captain." Mahalmion glanced right as Thrasht came near. The first mate of the crew having long sailed the southern coasts of Gondor. Baring a litany of scars across his flesh, hair long and twisted into braids down from atop his head and chin. Eyes dark and observant. Baritone in voice and harsher than Mahalmion, Thrasht had long served as the best first mate a Captain of the Corsairs could ask for.

"Aye. Visibility is perfect. They can see us too."

"Have they yet?"

"Undoubtedly." Mahalmion coughed lightly. "Look there." Thrasht followed the pointed finger. Rising a hand above his brow to get a view with less glare.

"They've turned mast. Archers along the decks on either side." Mahalmion pointed out.

"You have finer sight than I, Captain." Thrasht shook his head. "I only see em' turning."

"They've seen us, trust me." Mahalmion nodded. "They're waiting to see what we'll do. They outnumber us. These ships carry the silver swan banner of Dol Amroth. Fine ships they should be."

"Dol Amroth?" Thrasht repeated. Mahalmion nodded. Himself being reminded that the men, even his closest of mate's did not know just how much was being done. The conspiracies afoot concerning mother, her friends from Gondor and afar. Only Mahalmion knew the extent of what game was being played here on the ships. Those who followed in their wake following because they trusted Mahalmion. Their trust in him would not be so readily or easily broken. So, Mahalmion promised even where his people, where Gondor, was concerned.

"Pelargir is a wasteland. A casualty of the last war, my friend." Mahalmion pointed out. "With the racket we've made of late Gondor will have pulled ships from all other ports to seek us out."

"Hmm." Thrasht nodded. "I guess we've made a fine racket then!" He laughed with a baritone that rumbled from his gut. Those closest chuckling or snickering at the sound and sight.

"That we have." Mahalmion nodded again.

"They may outnumber us, but I think we can take em!' What do you think, Captain?" Thrasht asked as he and the other corsairs all looked hungry for more loot. None better than Gondorian to the men of Umbar. However, Mahalmion knew better than they. Knew what game was being played. Alas they would go without plunder this night. Better for them and the people of Gondor all the same.

"We do not engage."

"Huh?" Thrasht grumbled.

"They're testing us, Thrasht. They do not move on us, because they are seeing what we do. What we do gives clue to our strength." Mahalmion noted, motioning his right arm across the further enemy ships. "These lads can read into our actions in two ways. We either move on them, in which case I feel in my heart one ship will break away leaving us with four rather than five."

"To warn others nearby?" Thrasht supposed.

"Nay." Mahalmion shook his head. "Those ships are more than big enough to have smoke pits. They have men on the far shore watching to see if their allies require aid. Which can only mean there are others nearby. Ships yet unseen." Mahalmion warned. To which Thrasht immediately scanned the seas. A renewed air of caution to him.

"However, I think there is an a greater purpose." Mahalmion continued passing a low cough as he did. "The fifth vessel will break away should we engage because it will carry word back to Gondor, and their new King that we have power and strength enough to engage a force bigger than our own. At least, we assumed so. In which manner we have either the skill or the reserves to do so."

"Hmm, so these northern bastards are testing to see if we have the guts to make war!"

"Yes." Mahalmion nodded. Eyes squinting as he could make out men moving to and fro upon the deck of the nearest ship. "Should we choose not to engage, one of these ships shall break away all the same." Mahalmion carried on. "Gondor will think us cowards. Think us too weak. Which is what we want."

"Huh?" Thrasht again intoned. Turning to Mahalmion who met his gaze.

"They fear us for the moment. They fear we may attack and prove ourselves capable of laying waste to them as they are. Even outnumbering their corsair foe of old." Mahalmion mocked. "Yet, if we were to break away and 'flee' they will be bolder. Stronger willed. They will marshal and make war upon us." Mahalmion turned to Thrasht entirely and gripped his broad left shoulder. "They will make war upon us by giving chase. Precisely to where we are cornered and trapped. Right where we want them." Mahalmion chuckled and gave a light cough after. Making his way away from the edge of the ship back up onto the steering deck.

"Ah!" Thrasht laughed again. "So we're to be the sea rats that lead the carps to the sharks!" Thrasht turned and announced. All the men nearby hearing as Mahalmion laughed lowly, clasping hands behind back and standing tall overlooking them all.

"That we are. Turn about! We move east and at full speed!" Mahalmion commanded to the mixed confusion of the many men. "Give these Gondorian hounds a proper toy to chase!"

"Oi, ya' heard the Captain you salt born maggots!" Thrasht boomed and stomped. "We make way! To your stations!" The men broke and began to work. Commanded by both Captain and first mate. Both of whom knew the course they now needed take. Mahalmion watching as they moved east and away from these ships, as one of the Gondorian vessels to the furthest west broke and made back for shore. A smile appearing upon their hidden lips beneath their mask.

"Yeoman!"

"Aye, Captain!" The nearby corsair snapped to attention.

"Prepare a carrier bird for me."

"At once!" The young lad broke and made for their bird hold. Mahalmion sighing contently as the sea air smelt rough in the choppy waters of the day. A promise of what was to come. So, Mahalmion believed. Steeling himself for the battle that was to come, and what would need be done. Even to those poor Gondorians yet fooled into serving a false King.

To the end of Elessar Telcontar, the Pretender upon the throne!

---

"Vitals are stable. Brainwave activity slightly elevated. A welcome sight, even for a patient as unwelcome as this." Master Vokara Che noted to herself. The elder twi'lek Jedi hovering her right hand above Dooku's forehead. Reaching into the Force and grazing the mind hidden within. Following Master Yoda and Windu's visit a few days prior she had taken to keeping herself from prodding too deeply into the Force where Dooku was concerned. If the implication was true that there was a power seeking to keep the Count from waking up, she felt it better to not try her luck and force her way into Dooku's mind. Much as the others had. She was sworn to remain silent of such matters. Not only because Dooku was her patient, but also because of the intense pressure the masters and the Council were placed under. Both within and without the Order itself.

"Little change from yesterday, yes?" She asked no one. Already knowing the answer as she retracted her hand from the human man. A low breath escaped from her as she picked up the Count's left hand. The mechanical apparatus was crude compared to some models, but it had been applied while the patient was totally unconscious. Normally such things would be improved upon their awakening. To test the operability and compatibility of host and machine. Alas, Dooku was not one to wake. Be it by some power beyond the Jedi or not. Regardless, of actual use of the host, being Dooku, she was looking around the wrist. The scarring still present from where Skywalker had severed the lost hand from wrist. However, the flesh bore no sign of infection. No discoloration, puffiness, or bore odd smell. On a direct viewing it would seem to be taking the new metal extremity well.

"Very good, Dooku. I'm sure you'll hate it." Vokara scoffed to herself. Shaking her head. As though it mattered to anyone here or beyond the temple what Dooku did or did not like. She rounded the medical cot to his right, and repeated the check. This time on his saved right hand. As she noted the redness having subsided further where the hand had been reattached. In truth, however, there was a part of Master Che that didn't think much of whether Dooku was in pain or not. In spite of herself and her oaths.

The Sith Lord before her had caused so much pain. It made her marvel that such a creature could have once been a Jedi. Jedi came and they fell in the past. Some went on to commit atrocities and acts beyond the comprehension of their fellow Jedi of course. To have imagined she would live to see such times was still a fact that she knew many in the Order struggled with. Herself obviously included though she did not find herself needing to share such information with many. She was but the temple's Chief Healer. Not meant for nor a lover of war. Yet, even she found it hard to look at the man on the cot and see a sentient being. One who had killed so many, and led to the sad state the Order found itself was beneath contempt.

"You should be grateful we even bothered with your left hand. You old murderous fool." She chided the unconscious man. She gripped the healing right wrist and closed her eyes. Reaching into the Force and focusing on the natural healing processes of the human body. Focusing the Force onto them and speeding them along. With eyes still closed she called a bottle of bacta to her. Emptying a small amount of the fluid onto her right opened hand, before smothering it along the wrist. Using the Force to speed up the process of absorption. Feeling a positive response flow back to her as the body's natural functions went faster. Causing her to thinly smile to herself. She then laid the arm back down.

Vokara turned and eyed the heart and brainwave monitors. The heart monitor was slightly elevated, but nothing worthy of note as far as she was concerned. The brainwave activity was more interesting. Had been ever since Master Yoda had brought those offworlders down. She wished she had been informed of such sooner, but she grit her teeth and accepted what was done was done. However, she had to admit that whatever had happened had led the Sith's mental state to improve. Spiking every so often every couple of hours. She could not be sure if it meant anything, but it was something.

As she watched it she saw it fluctuate. Her eyes narrowed slightly and Master Che felt her lekku twitch ever so softly at the sight.

"Hmm, interesting." She intoned and glanced down at Dooku. The monitor again showed a lurch of activity, and as Vokara felt a tinge of adrenaline spike her system she watched as the heart monitor elevated further. "You certainly have something going on, Dooku." Vokara intoned and reached through the Force. Closing her eyes as she probed at the Count's mental state again. Only, this time she felt her brow furrow and she opened her eyes.

"That's different. Very different." Vokara intoned as she sensed the faintest of responses! A lurch of the mind towards her own. Like a hand reaching through the mud upwards towards another hand. Her own. Master Che dared not get what some would call 'excited.' This was a patient, after all. Not a lab experiment. So, she hovered both hands above Dooku. One at his forehead and another at his chest. Keeping him softly pinned to the bed, and the other beckoning the man to her through the Force. Numbly she heard the heart monitor pick up, and she sent soothing sensation through whatever connection there may have been in the Force. However, in response both monitors began spiking. Spiking loudly in fact.

"You are certainly awake in there!" Vokara intoned with the faintest of groans to her voice. The Force a miasma of chaos that was centralized and concentrated around Dooku in this room. Hardly noticeable to anyone not looking for it. However, as she delved into it she could feel the Force crackling. Both light and dark shifting and squirming. The dark side straining against the presence of two minds pushing upon it, and Vokara was no longer unsure whether this was a critical moment. The Force screamed it.

The twi'lek healer opened her eyes and pressed a small security key along the bed, and sent a small tremor through the Force. The button sent an alert outside the room as well as to Master Windu's personal comlink. Master Che was unsure how long it'd take Mace to arrive. More important for the moment though were the two Peacekeepers stationed outside the room. Luckily enough the door began to open. Only mobile through the Force, both Jedi knights Rowban and Kholt jumped inside. Both activating their lightsabers. Kholt's green and Rowban's blue.

"Master?!" Kholt spoke, and Vokara motioned her head for them to come closer. Both could see the monitors, and hear them beeping wildly with activity.

"The Count may be trying to wake up. If he does you two need to be ready at any moment."

"Would he really awaken so ready to fight?" Rowban wondered in his bith intonation.

"I'm unsure. Though we shouldn't take any chan-" Before Vokara could finish the bed gave a lurch. All three Jedi jumped back ever so slightly. Both peacekeepers raising their sabers into defensive postures while Vokara threw one arm out silently bidding them to remain calm. The Count's chest heaved a sucking breath. His chest rising and dropping with a heavy heave. What was more curious to Vokara was the right hand. Her eyes were fixed on it. Seeing the fingers upon it tightened. Digging into the cloth that covered Dooku's body. The fingers dug into it. Then they twisted into the cloth. Loosened and pat the creases down.

Her eyes were drawn to Dooku's face. By the Force, or by instinct she didn't know. However, once set she watched as as his eyelids fluttered. They were closed but there was intense activity behind it. As the edges of his mouth twisted. Cheeks pulling back as though a smile threatened to show itself.

"The traitor is awake." Kholt announced. Vokara could see the harsh eyed Jedi woman staring at Dooku. She could not find the strength nor will to admonish Kholt for such harsh manner. Master Che's attention was too strictly planted onto Dooku. She approached with hands lowered down defensively. Allowing her body to fall into the old physical defense training long ago imparted onto all Jedi.

"Dooku?" The Jedi Master intoned. Nothing happened.

"Dooku?!" She commanded more loudly. The man in the cot shook. His body reactive to the harsh loudness of her voice. All three Jedi stood waiting. All wondering what would happen next. Breaths shallow as Dooku's had once been. All out of trepidation. Until Dooku's eyes opened. The pupils reacting to the harsh sudden white light of the room. Yet, even as they scowled they did not close. Master Che could sense Dooku's will reach out. Testing his surroundings. His eyes turned to her and her two peacekeeper guard as he did so.

The brown eyes fell upon all three of them. Confusion was evident upon them at first. Before Master Che watched them fall to her waist. Then to Kholt's lightsaber, and Rowban's. Both of which hummed in the usual manner of lightsabers. Still he did not say anything. Though he did refocus onto Master Che's eyes. Her own taking on a harshness she was familiar with. Being the healer of Jedi all of whom thought themselves far too often to be invincible had long ago forced her to be authoritative, and domineering. A style that suited her frankly.

"Can you hear me, Count?" She firmly demanded. Lowering her hands. Showing herself to be unafraid of him. Dooku did not say anything. Though, Master Che saw him swallow harshly. His mouth parted slightly. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but then chose not to. Closing his mouth again. Eyes narrowing and turning defiant. Equally if not more so than her own. In response Che scoffed and planted a feigned smirk along her face.

"Yes you can hear me, Count. You have not been from the temple so long as to forget my face. Neither have I forgotten you. Your arrogance, your hubris, and your ego. None of which will serve you here. As prisoner. A Jedi no more." She dared to mock him. Testing his response as best she figured would receive a reaction from him. Indeed, Dooku's features twisted ever so slightly. Seeming incensed. It helped Master Che know his mind was active and aware. His personality may or may not have been affected by his prior comatose state. However, his reaction seemed to allude otherwise.

"During your many years as a Jedi, Dooku, you may or may not have seen this room." Che motioned her hand out to the amenities of the temple's deepest and most secure prisoner healing ward. "You will find it no easy task to attempt an escape. Even if your body wasn't suffering from days without exercise, proper food, or water. You will find your lightsaber gone, and yourself in strong company." Vokara finished.

"Rest assured we're more than capable, Master." Kholt offered with a harsh scoff. Whether she was in on what Master Che was doing or not didn't matter. As Vokara watched Dooku's lips curl in disgust. His brow furrowing as his left arm rose weakly. All the while shaking, before he turned his head up and looked at his mechanical hand. Unflexing and hanging limp from the wrist. Master Che watched him turn his arm back and forth. His eyes bore a familiar fire of irritation and haughty pride. Clearly he was just as she guessed him to have been. Disgusted by the sight of the hand. So, she again scoffed and shook her head.

"You've not changed. You're every bit the Dooku you were when Skywalker defeated you. Oh, and don't you concern yourself, Count. It was also he who saved your miserable life. As a proper Jedi should. Clearly he is the better man, and Jedi." Dooku sharply turned his head back towards her. Master Che watched as thoughts unknown to her passed over his expression. Eyes darting some in thought. Until something seemed to cross his mind, and his expression relaxed. She could feel him probe gently, and carefully out with the Force, but hardly beyond the room. Vokara knew he could've gone further, but he did not seemingly wish to. Leading her mind back to the thought the masters had concerning Dooku's prior state. And, who may have put him in such a coma.

"A sad old traitor, Master Che! Nothing more to him than that." Vokara turned as Kholt looked upon Dooku. A look of disgusted derision on her face while Rowban remained unspoken and calm. Clearly the steadier headed of the two.

"Maybe so, Kholt. You will restrain yourself where it comes to my patients, all the same. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master." Kholt nodded. Though her eyes remained fixed, and a tumult of emotions swirled through the Force around the woman.

"Good." Master Che nodded. "Now, I've given you plenty of clues." She intoned circling around Dooku's bed. Boldly grabbing his left arm and firmly pulling it into the air. Dooku snapped his head at her, but did not attempt to pull away. "Care to tell me your name?" Master Che asked as she pressed her index finger into Dooku's connective tissue to the metallic hand. The fingers flexed involuntarily, and Vokara was pleased with the result. The unit was operable. For now at least.

Dooku, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes again. A silent prideful challenge it seemed. Clearly he did not wish to fight Vokara and both knights at her side physically. However, his arrogance and his demeanor was showing through strong as ever. Very strong for a man all the galaxy knew had been humbled by Anakin Skywalker. His dark eyes remained set, and Master Che saw his jaw firm. He did not mean to speak, and she shook her head.

"Be that way then, Count. It won't help you. Not with everything you've done." Vokara intoned and eased his arm down. Holding to her vows and honor as a medical caretaker and Jedi. However, she matched his gaze and bore a thin smirk. Showing herself to be his equal, or even his better. Allowing him to feel contained, even if he wanted to play at being a child.

"Well. Your hand seems to be working. Both natural and otherwise. You'd do well to remain where you are Dooku. No stupid ideas in your head."

"Not a one." Kholt intoned threateningly, and again Vokara allowed her to get away with the show.

"That's right." The twi'lek nodded. "You're in no state to be fighting anyways. So I suggest you at least accept my care if not my questions. Is that fair, Tyranus?" Vokara couldn't stop herself from sneering his Sith title. Dooku kept his eyes trained on her. Though she could see he was, as ever, going over her words in his mind. Always a thoughtful and pridefully intelligent man. Too prideful, of course. Nevertheless, she saw him swallow again, and his lips parted ever so slightly, and she was surprised to think him about to speak when-

"Where is he?!" The doorway, still open from the entrance of Kholt and Rowban, showed Master Windu all but sprinting into the room. A shiver to his voice as he seemed breathless, and a stray bead of sweat upon his clear brow. Before Vokara could say anything, she saw Mace come to a stop. His eyes matching Dooku's in intensity and disdain, as Dooku met his. A wry smile coming across his bearded elder appearance. Before he looked back up to Vokara.

"That will suffice, Master Che." The Count nodded with a scratchiness to his quiet and days unused voice.

"He can speak." Vokara cocked a brow and intoned with a tinge of mockery. In kind Dooku smirked and tilted his gaze back to Mace.

"I can. And, it's Dooku, Master."

"What?"

"You asked me my name before." Dooku answered Master Che with a subtle scratchy laugh.

"I am Count Dooku."

---

"Anakin, good to see you son!" Palpatine greeted as Anakin strode into his office. He smiled and bowed to the Chancellor.

"You too, Chancellor sir. I'm honored you've summoned me."

"Bah!" Palpatine waved him off. His smile never wavering as he circled the main desk of his office and met Anakin halfway between the entrance and said desk. "This is no mere summons, Anakin. Of course I am pleased to have you as my representative, but a 'summons' from me is...hmm well think it more an invitation!"

"I shall try, Chancellor." Anakin chuckled.

"Good. Now, please follow me here." Palpatine offered motioning back towards the desk. Anakin did as told. Allowing the ebbing sensation of restlessness and weariness drain from him into the Force. He had not gotten too much sleep last night after leaving Palpatine at the opera house. Thoughts were running too wild. A sudden and gnawing thought rampaging around in his head that incensed him where Bail Organa was concerned, even if he did his damnedest to shove all such out of mind. Then, the story of this Plagueis from Palpatine. Fears welling up. Dreams morphed into nightmares.

He had spent a good amount of time looking into the twins' bedroom. Watching their cribs from afar as they rested peacefully and blissfully unaware. Managing to convince Padmé to go to sleep without him. Needing time to 'meditate.' When sleep had eventually come...nothing but horror etched itself upon his mind. The nightmare from before came again. Three beings. Three dark visages he could not discern. Mocking, laughing at him. Screaming children and what sounded like gagging gasps of breath. Padmé crying out for him. He shook at the memory. His stomach twisted over, and he was frankly happy to be awake. Tired as he was. Perhaps the mundane activities of the day would give him reprieve where Palpatine was concerned? At least he'd have someone to talk with if nothing else.

"Are you well, Anakin?"

"Hmm? Oh!" Anakin chuckled, realizing he had trailed off mentally again. "Sorry, Chancellor. I've just...been thinking about later today." Anakin lied. Feeling himself cringe inwardly as he did so. Hating having to do it. Even if it was getting easier. "The Council wants to meet later to have a quick meeting. You know, about the intelligence you gave? I sent a message after we chatted of course, but they want to hold a formal meeting on the matter."

"Ah, it must be dreadfully dull. Speaking on matters that require action! Not just idle banter."

"You and I have very similar problems there, sir."

"How's that?" Palpatine smiled quizzically.

"You have the Senate to debate what is clearly and obviously necessary. I have the High Council. Our shared trauma must make us good friends!"

"Hah!" Palpatine laughed. An amused twinkle in his eyes as he clapped his idle hands together. "You have a point there, my friend! We are quite the pair. Painfully hemmed in by the dismissively apathetic and dully aware. But, we do what we must."

"I try, Chancellor." Anakin smirked as he came to stand off to the left of Palpatine's desk looking back towards the entrance. The Chancellor himself retook his seat with a sigh of eased relief.

"Ah, well today I have some business I think worthy of requesting my Jedi Representative for."

"What business is that, sir?" Anakin wondered just as Palpatine's desk beeped to life. The Chancellor smiled and pressed the answering key.

"Yes?"

"The official Delegation from the world of Arda is here to see you, your Excellency."

"Oh good, send them in please." Palpatine ended the call and Anakin felt a smile form unprompted upon his face.

"Oh! Had I known you were going to meet with them today I'd have come sooner, Chancellor."

"No need to be so rushed, son." Palpatine chuckled. "I felt it only right to have you; an established friend of these people, here with me. Who better besides, perhaps, Master Kenobi, to help me ingrain myself and our system with these friends of yours?"

"I see the wisdom for sure, Chancellor. May I?" Anakin pointed towards the nearby seats. Palpatine waved him off and Anakin ran over and began moving what would need to be a few chairs for the full delegation. There was enough. Someone having clearly brought them in for arrangement. But, whoever that was either didn't show or was an idiot. Either way, Anakin swiftly moved seat after seat even as he heard the approaching familiar voices and shuffling of steps on both metal floor and carpet. Palpatine rose from the seat again and rounded the desk to stand beside Anakin just as the Jedi swung around and heaved a breath. Flattening his blackened outer robe as he watched Gandalf come into view. His staff tapping off the ground with each step, and a pointed humored glance cast Anakin's way. Always did the sight of the wizard make Anakin feel better.

"His Excellency, the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic." A nameless representative from the diplomatic corp announced. A simple human man, aged and well dressed standing ahead of the group. Behind the delegation stood two red garbed guards who were silent and watchful as always.

"Welcome to Coruscant!" Palpatine began with a bow of his head. Anakin following suit. "Though, it is a rather late welcome, friends from so far away."

"A late greeting is a greeting all the same." Gandalf began as he bowed cordially followed by Galadriel and the rest. Gimli and the hobbits at the rear shuffling and doing the same. Perhaps more awkwardly than the others.

"That it is. However, I still must apologize for having official representatives from a newly contacted world wait so long for formal greeting! I can make excuses aplenty, but I am sure this familiar face here has clued you in already?" Palpatine motioned to Anakin who felt just the faintest hot under the collar as Gandalf chuckled.

"That he has, your Excellency. Anakin, Obi-Wan and the Jedi have been quite masterfully welcoming to simple guests as we."

"Simple?" Palpatine laughed. "No friend of Anakin's is 'simply' anything, good sir!" The Chancellor laughed. "Forgive my poor manners, to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have many names among the Free People's, your Excellency. However, most have come to know me as Gandalf. At least among the race of Men."

"Then Gandalf it shall be." Palpatine smiled and swiftly motioned his hand out. The attendant and the guards both turned without so much as another word and left. "Forgive the guards. They can appear more foreboding than they mean. We live in hostile times."

"Hostile indeed!" Gimli began and Anakin had to force himself from not grimacing as the dwarf huffed. "The sights and sounds of the wars you wage can cause any dwarf to think himself lost in a dream! Buzzing, and, and shooting! The loudness and smoke!"

"I can imagine." Palpatine nodded. "I have been informed that warfare on your world is quite different from that we here in the wider galaxy are used to seeing. It's a tragedy you had to see such on your first arrival."

"We hear we were not alone in experiencing great turmoil." It was the powerful, but soft airy voice of Galadriel. Her eyes tilted to Anakin and she bore a smile that was both comforting but in an odd way imposing. Anakin had always seen her as a strong, beautiful and mysterious person. Having only really met her and spoke with her the one time. But, he also recalled the visions, though a fading memory at this point, that he had been gifted in her fountain. As he did so, he swore he saw her smile broaden, but perhaps he was imagining it?

"Ah," Palpatine cut through Anakin's thoughts. "You mean my abduction? It was nothing I couldn't handle. Of course, I had the great fortune of being saved by this mighty lad here! My Lady...?"

"I am Galadriel, Lady of the Galadhrim, as some would say." Palpatine nodded slowly. Clearly unfamiliar with the context, but nevertheless he motioned around to his desk.

"A pleasure to meet you, my Lady. Forgive me, this is a rather large delegation. Come everyone! Take a seat of your choice, and feel free to introduce yourselves or not! I am in no rush." Palpatine laughed with an easygoing manner to his demeanor and voice as he was quick to retake his seat. Followed swiftly by the others.

"Oh, Anakin! Good to see ya!'" Pippin whispered...rather loudly for all to hear.

"You too, Pippin. Merry, Gimli." The dwarf swung his left hand out, and pat his hefty strong hand into Anakin's left arm.

"Good to see you laddie! I see you make yourself known all over this world, hmm?!"

"I already told you I was friends with the Chancellor, Gimli."

"Aye, but I had not expected to see ya' here laddie! A welcome sight." Gimli gave a loud snorting chortle and Anakin could only smile as he shook his head and pat Gimli back upon his easily reached shoulder.

"You too, Gimli. Now take a seat."

"Hmm, getting pushy for a wee young lad!" Gimli rounded a cushioned chair and came to sit beside Galadriel upon her right. The elven Lady casting the dwarf a warm, and Anakin assumed knowing smile as Gimli blushed. The elves sat beside Galadriel on her left. In order from her being...Elladan, Anakin guessed, Elrohir, and Tauriel. While Gandalf had the center, and the two hobbits were at his left. Merry closer and Pippin was the furthest. The seats forming a lazy crescent, courtesy of Anakin, and clearly moving beyond the actual length of the desk, but Palpatine showed no inclination he minded. Though Anakin did feel a bit embarrassed at his work as he rounded the desk and stood behind Palpatine at his left looking forward.

"Ah," Gandalf began. "Forgive any among us for being so freely spoken, your Excellency." Gandalf apologized, having leaned his staff across his lap. Onto Merry and Pippin's. Their hairy...and unfortunately exposed feet swaying off the ledges of their seats, and their laps freely supporting the rest of the staff. "Many among the delegation are friends of Anakin."

"Oh not at all!" Palpatine waved Gandalf down even as Gimli looked the faintest bit offended. "Anakin will be standing in on this meeting. Acting as my personal Representative to the Jedi Council. Whom better to have for such a meeting and occasion? Especially given past relations."

"There is wisdom there." Gandalf smiled.

"Don't worry," Anakin began, addressing the delegation. "I'm here to simply observe. Act like I'm not even here."

"Ah," Palpatine waved him off. "You're never a burden, son. If you ever need correct me or add something, feel free to." Anakin again felt a bit flushed at the attention being cast his way, but simply opted to bow his head thankfully. Watching as Gandalf eyed both he and Palpatine. A quizzical look in his wise eyes Anakin could not discern.

"Now," Palpatine sighed, returning full attention to the delegation. "Do me the honor of introducing me to each and every one of yourselves." He smiled. "Of course if you feel obliged as I said. I now know Gandalf, and Galadriel." Palpatine noted as he eyed Gimli.

"I am Gimli, son of Glóin!" Gimli began with his usual rough and loud voice. "I represent the many lands, families, and clans of all dwarf folk, as best I can! Have known the laddie there, and Obi-Wan for many a long day and battle. I'm quite impressed with the architecture, and grandeur of this world!" Gimli laughed. "More so than me elvish friends here I'd say." To that, Palpatine nodded. A smile on his face.

"Yes, I've heard as much of the dwarves. Very crafty, and fine builders."

"Aye, that we are, your Excellency!"

"Please, just Chancellor if it suits you. Friends of Anakin's are worth that much." Palpatine noted. Gimli beaming with the pride of his people. Though Anakin again watched Gandalf eye the interaction curiously.

"You know much of the dwarves, Chancellor?" It was Galadriel who asked. Her voice, ever as it did, catching everyone's attention.

"What I've come to know has been what I've asked of Anakin. As well as what I've read from reports received from your world. Oh, and Delegate Koll has been keeping the Republic appraised. I presume some of you met him before your travels?"

"That we had." Gandalf spoke up. "He has been supplying you information of Arda?"

"What little he can." Palpatine remained smiling. Easing into his chair, sprawling his hands across his desk. "The knowledge and depths of your planet are quite intricate. Even for those of us used to interacting with new worlds who become entangled in galactic affairs." Anakin hadn't known whoever they had left behind on Arda was supplying information about the planet to the Republic. Then again, he felt a bit stupid for not having done so. Of course they were! That's what the Diplomatic Corps and the Survey Corps did in their own ways for their fields. It made sense to Anakin that Palpatine would know a bit more than he had let on. Hopefully he hadn't come off as smug. Hmm, Anakin didn't know why that would've crossed his mind in the first place...

"Ah, I see." Gandalf intoned, and said no more. Palpatine didn't address him any further either. A silent agreement to let that line of conversation drop, as he then eyed Elladan.

"I am Elladan of Rivendell, as it is known in the common tongue, Chancellor. This is my brother, Elrohir. We are the sons of Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell and those elves that yet dwell within and about. The Lady Galadriel is out maternal grandmother." Elladan, to Anakin's mild surprise from what he knew, spoke calmly, soothingly and easily. Usually it was Elrohir who Anakin had heard was the diplomatic kind, but perhaps Elladan merely came off as different when in fact they were more alike than people gave the twins credit? Twins! The word alone made Anakin's mind fly off into the future. Who even knew how Luke and Leia would be!

"My word." Palpatine gasped lightly. "So many lords sent from your world! I am ashamed at how long it has taken to show proper respect. And, your brother you say? Are you both perchance, twins?" Palpatine wondered as Elrohir leaned forward to speak.

"We are, Chancellor. Our father was born a twin as well. It is a long tale." Elrohir noted with a similarly diplomatic smile to his face.

"Elves." Palpatine spoke the word. As though testing the sound it made coming from his mouth. "Many in the galaxy have claimed to be 'elves.' Strangely the word seems to exist beyond the confines of your one planet. Though I have yet to hear of another race or people who are as long lived as those from Arda. Is it true elves do not die from age or other such 'ailments?'" Palpatine wondered looking between the group. Inviting any to answer.

"The differences are notable, yes." Elrohir began again. "We elves look a great deal in manner, and voice to the race of Men. As your people would say, 'humans.' We among the elves come from many houses, and many clans much as the dwarves."

"Aye!" Gimli boomed much to the smirks of the hobbits, even if the other either cast him a side eye or ignored him. All the same, Elrohir carried on.

"However, all elves share in the gift of Ilúvatar. We do not grow old with age. Some among our kind have lived for thousands of years beyond the count of even themselves. We do not deny the fairness of our people, though we do not revel in it. It has also been noted by those Men who count themselves friends of the elves that our ears are different. Pointed, as I am sure you can see, Chancellor."

"Hah!" Palpatine laughed. "That I can, and had before. I promise I hadn't any intention of pointing such out."

"It's quite the notable feature!" Pippin pounced and Anakin inwardly cringed. Hoping he didn't go on for too lon-

"We hobbits as we're called have pointed ears too! Perhaps a bit more on the stubby side. Of course we're not quite as big as Elves or Men. They call us little-folk, halflings, but we simply go by hobbits, Chancellor sir! We Shire folk don't quite know where we originate from. Some say we're akin to Elves or Men, but who's to say! Though we do grow old and die with time. So, I suppose one could have it said we are in fact more alike to Men than anything else. Hmm, I hadn't thought about that."

"Pippin!" Merry smacked Pippin's chest as Palpatine watched on with mere muted observation to his demeanor. Showing neither humor nor anger. The political thing, Anakin guessed. "Sorry about Pip, uh, Pippin, Chancellor sir." Merry offered apologetically. "He likes to ramble sometimes. He gets too caught up in a trail of thoughts. He means no offense."

"Aye, none sir. Sorry." Pippin sheepishly smiled.

"None was taken I assure you both." Palpatine nodded and returned himself to Elrohir. Disengaging from the hobbits perhaps a little abruptly, but Anakin could guess they seemed...the least important of the delegation? He wholly didn't think so, but Anakin could see how Palpatine might have thought that. Hobbits weren't what Anakin would call the most attention seeking of the people from Arda. Though he did feel...the faintest bit irritated...or maybe just saddened Palpatine had dismissed his friends. But, he was a politician. Palpatine had to play the game, he supposed.

"Beyond that," Elrohir continued as though nothing had happened. "We have strengths in ways you may be able to guess. Greater hearing than that of Men, as well as sight. Though this is not true for all the race of Men. Many among the descendants of Númenor, the Dúnedain, have greater hearing and sight than many Men who are of Middle-Earth and that continent alone. Elves also do not suffer from the diseases of Men. A fate all Elf-kind should be thankful for."

"My, that is a fascinating account, my Lord." Palpatine smiled. "Have there been any other beings who are as immortal, at least genetically that you know of in your travels, Anakin?" The Chancellor swiveled and asked. Though Anakin felt put on the spot and cleared his throat after a moments shock at being addressed at all.

"The Sephi live very long, Chancellor. Though they get old and they die. There are, like you said, some species out there that share traits with elves from Arda. Pointed ears, long lived, and some are even quite attuned to the Force. Yet, none are immortal. Although…"

"Yes?" Palpatine prodded him. Anakin could see the others showing varying degrees of interest.

"Well...there was one Jedi Master. Master Fay. She was...killed by Ventress early in the war. Obi-Wan had been called to a planet called Queyta. There were other masters there, all having been; as Obi-Wan had put it to me later, 'summoned by the Force.'" Anakin made air quotes. "Master Fay, she had lived for centuries already. Her connection with the Force was incredible. So I hear. I never met her. She wandered the galaxy, stopping wars, helping people. A more...traditional Jedi." Even speaking of her deeds again, Anakin was reminded at how objectively good such a life sounded. At least as far as Jedi were meant to be. As he knew many in the Outer-Rim wished them to be.

"She died upon this world?" It was the Lady Tauriel who asked. Herself seeming equally as fascinated, if not more so than the others.

"Yeah. Sadly." Anakin nodded. "The masters had arrived looking for an antidote to a weapon made by the Separatists." Anakin spat as he recalled. Memories and images of carnage and war plaguing his mind in a flash of an instant. Spanning many years and worlds. The smells of smoke, and rot at the very edge of his nostrils. A constant threat of nausea. "She…" Anakin recomposed himself. "She was the last to be killed by Ventress and that crazed bounty hunter on the Separatist payroll, Durge. She died giving her strength in the Force to Obi-Wan. Though as far as he is concerned she well could have and should have lived after the wounds given her. But, she gave it all to Obi-Wan. Which, I can't say I'm ungrateful for."

"She sounds a noble being!" Gimli was the one to sing her praises. "Any who give their life for another, especially a friend in need is worthy of remembrance."

"Aye," Tauriel intoned. "It is indeed worthy." Anakin could see her fade into a memory of her own. Obviously he wasn't going to nor had the leave to pry.

"Well, the point is," He kept on. "She looked mostly human, but she did have pointed ears. She had lived for centuries and hadn't aged. But, everyone could feel the Force radiate off of her. Everyone presumed the Force to have been what kept her alive. She never even carried a lightsaber with her."

"Now that is unique." Palpatine nodded, and turned back to the delegation. "Perhaps in spite of what we have all been led to believe one among your kind at least has managed to escape Arda?"

"Possible." Gandalf nodded. "Though I do not think likely. However, I have been proven wrong before." The wizard relented.

"All the same," Palpatine began. "It is an interesting possibility. I am quite fascinated in what I have learned of the elves. Of course, everyone from Arda has my attention, but I cannot hide my own personal enchantment!" He laughed to a mixed reception of nods. "Obviously, my thanks must be given to any and all of Anakin's friend or allies from Arda! Not just those among the elves. After all, without such he may not have been returned to us here in the Republic. He and Master Kenobi were desperately missed in his year long foray into local conflict." Palpatine nodded more to himself. His eyes falling onto Tauriel.

"Forgive me, my Lady. What would your name be?"

"Tauriel of the Woodland Realm, Chancellor." The warrior woman greeted. Anakin noted a looming gloom over her. He had for a while now. At least every time he had seen her. There was a heaviness about her presence in the Force. He had seen it, or felt it rather, from many people across the galaxy. Some unspoken and unknown pain. Today was no different. Herself having already seemed elsewhere in thought just moments prior.

"Woodland realm." Palpatine repeated. "There are many domains of elves? Different clans you spoke of, Lord Elrohir?"

"There indeed are." Tauriel answered, however. "My lords hail from the Ñoldor. I am but a Silvan elf." She noted humbly. Though from what Obi-Wan had told Anakin the other day, this woman was hardly beneath the regard and ability of any elf. At least any Anakin had known or seen. She had skills in combat that rivaled an untrained Jedi, and perhaps even a sensitivity to the Force unknown to her.

"Very fascinating. So many rich peoples, cultures, languages and races to learn of! Alas, with such little time." Palpatine turned to the hobbits. "Including your people, hobbits correct?" Palpatine noted addressing the dual pair. The two nodded, but said nothing. Anakin sensing a distinct attempt by both to remain quiet. Maybe Gandalf had asked them to be so before? Or, maybe Palpatine's dismissiveness before had thrown them off? Anakin hoped it wasn't the former.

"Although, there is one thing I've heard of your world that has intrigued me for some time." Anakin could sense the mood turn through the Force as Palpatine kept speaking. A subtle shift...coming from the Chancellor he thought. Then, it shifted again and he was unsure.

He felt his eyes narrow, and brow furrow. Politicians were not wholly incapable of shifting in the Force. Their minds very strong and able to project even on a rudimentary level with or without the Force. But, the shift he had felt had been moody. Dark even, and he could see Galadriel and Gandalf also stiffen. Though he could've been projecting onto them.

"This Sauron," Palpatine carried on, and the Force shivered. That had to be why! Anakin sighed lowly. Feeling himself loosen whatever unease had been thrust suddenly on him without even noticing it. The name alone had to hold an effect on the Force. Here at least with those who had lived in that creature's shadow. Especially someone, a being, like Gandalf. That had to be it.

"I have heard much of this being." Palpatine continued. Leaning himself back into his seat. "I am beyond pleased, trust me, that he has been defeated! With what chaos already reigns in the galaxy the last thing we'd want is a being of such stature to enter the intricate web! Who knows what he could do."

"Who would know, indeed." Galadriel noted. "The Enemy was not to be taken lightly. A being of great and terrible power. Lesser so than the one who came before him, but certainly no threat lightly taken."

"One who came before?" Palpatine again parroted. His attention on the elven lady garbed in her silken white dress, and cowled in much the same.

"The first Dark Lord, Morgoth as he is known." Gandalf added. The gathered elves; all of them, cringing ever so slightly at the name. The Force shifting as well...but not as much as when Sauron had been spoken of. Anakin did find that odd.

"This Morgoth was in some way connected to Sauron?"

"It is a long tale indeed." Galadriel jumped in. "The Dark Lord Morgoth fell. It was a fall long and black. With him went many of the lesser ainur. Beings born long before the Elves, Dwarves or Men. Long is the tale, and as you said, Chancellor, with such little time. Time is better spent elsewhere I think." Galadriel kept a thin smile to her face. Her demeanor, ever off-putting and powerful. Anakin found it odd. Seeing as Palpatine reclined his head back. Anakin having sensed what he now thought Palpatine to have done as well. A reproach. Galadriel had, in a very nice way, shut down his question. Bold. Anakin found he even...well respected the move. Even if it was slightly awkward to have it done towards his friend. Well...everyone here was to some degree a friend.

"Ah, I see." Palpatine was quick to mask himself within another smile. Though Anakin sensed a churning flicker of something in the Force flow from him before it was snuffed silent. "I suppose I will have plenty more time to study the intricate history and lore of Arda. If and only if I can ingratiate the Republic to you fine folk, of course. Though I understand such a proposition may be rather large to begin with." Palpatine took a far more, still quite polite, but clearly diplomatic approach. His face never failing to hold a kindly smile as he addressed Gandalf. Clearly the leader, chosen or not, of the delegation.

"It is not my place, nor any among us to choose for all of Arda whether to join this Republic." Gandalf informed.

"Though we can certainly make our impressions known to those whom we are concerned with and for." Elrohir, diplomatic much in the way Palpatine was, added.

"Then we have a baseline to begin from!" Palpatine clapped. The negotiations and subtle interactions, promises, promotions and diplomatic niceties to ensue. Anakin watching the whole time.

Not quite being able to shake the feeling that something was off. Here? Maybe elsewhere. But, it sure felt like it was here. And, it bothered him that he didn't know why.

---

A beep sounded. The chime of the apartment's doorbell system. Padmé furrowed her brow. Twisting from the sofa towards the entry foyer.

"Oh, allow me to see to that, Mistress Padmé!" Threepio offered and waddled his way off down the hall.

"Thanks, Threepio." She intoned to herself. Turning back and smiling down at little Luke. The baby laying on his back staring up. A...well what Padmé could only describe as a wide eyed look of awe to his chubby features. His little arms and hands reaching up and swatting at a circling set of airspeeders above the mobile.

"You'll grow to be my flying ace! Won't you Luke?" Padmé cooed and beamed, pinching his face ever so tenderly and lightly, as he swatted at one pacing speeder and made a happy gurgle. Padmé snickering as she looked over to Leia. In kind, Luke's twin sister was busying herself rattling a plastic set of rings. A determined look in those brown eyes as she shook them fiercely. Clearly unsure what she was doing, but sure to do it! Padmé could only smile, reach down and run a hand atop her daughter's forehead.

"My Lady, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi here to see you." Threepio announced. For a flash of an instant Padmé snapped to attention. Sudden fear and anxiety cascading through her. Until she forced herself to remember that Anakin had said he told Obi-Wan about them. A steadying breath slowly loosed from her lips and Padmé rose to a swift firm stand.

"I've got it Threepio. Go ahead and prepare some formula for the twins."

"Oh of course, my Lady!" Threepio seemingly happily replied and moved on towards the kitchen. Padmé not having time today to give the twins their food the more natural way anyways, as she made for the door. Clearly Captain Typho had given Obi-Wan passage. Though the guard was always firm, and paranoid for her safety; especially after the years of assassination attempts, even he must've known to trust Obi-Wan by now. Though, just for a moment, Padmé wondered if Obi-Wan could've used a Jedi mind trick on the man to let him pass. But, even if the idea did make her smirk just a little, she doubted it. Even if she had seen Yoda do it once before.

Nevertheless, Padmé pressed a wall panel key and the doorway slid open. Behind it stood Obi-Wan. The Jedi showed a smile, and dipped his head and upper body in a traditional bow.

"Senator."

"Obi-Wan." Padmé half bowed in kind.

"I certainly hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No, not at all. Though if you're looking for Anakin he's not here." She had meant the statement to be innocent, but she could see a sudden flash across Obi-Wan's eyes. Recognition of her statement clearly reminding him of what he knew. Or, at least that's what Padmé thought she saw as he nodded.

"Yes...I had hoped to catch him before he took off for what I can only guess to be the Chancellor's office. Just some business with the Order." The Jedi Master intoned. "Forgive me my Lady, I am being awkward, aren't I?"

"Obi-Wan…" Padmé chuckled lowly. Though she felt the awkwardness in the air as well. "We've been friends since you and Qui-Gon came to Naboo. I...I'm sorry that you only learned recently. I hadn't meant for it to...to-"

"No." Obi-Wan raised a hand to silence her. "I understand. Well, maybe I don't really understand. Though I like to think I understand a bit better of late that there are some things that just happen. I really should get used to that. The Force being a powerful and unknowable thing."

"The Will of the Force?" Padmé cocked a quizzical brow. Obi-Wan laughed though, a shrug to his demeanor.

"I haven't the slightest idea. What I do know is that Anakin is no less a Jedi. You're no less a Senator. Is it ideal? Well...no I can honestly say that, but we aren't made up of our mistakes only. Or, I shouldn't say mistakes…"

"I understand what you meant, Obi-Wan." Padmé smiled. Knowing he didn't mean any harm as he frustratingly tried his best to be accommodating. "I'm sorry, please come in!" Padmé offered, stepping aside. Obi-Wan smiled appreciatively and entered the apartment. Padmé snapping the doors closed, and locking them behind him.

"With Anakin not here I would like to say something. He's under a lot of stress, and well I just worry about him." He began earnestly as she passed him back towards the main living area. A silent bid for him to follow.

"Sure thing. Just give me a moment to get back to the twins. Threepio is making some formula for them and...and-" Padmé paused. Realizing Obi-Wan had stopped moving. She swung around and saw a new, genuine confused set of creases marring his face.

"Twins?" He asked, and a new realization passed over his eyes. As they widened and Padmé could only groan. Her shoulders dropping.

"That nerf herder." Padmé pinched the bridge of her nose, before looking back up at Obi-Wan apologetically. "He told you, but didn't tell you everything. He was supposed to."

"He...you?!"

"Surprise!" Padmé declared only a little sarcastically as she saw Anakin's mentor and best friend look for one of the few times she had ever seen, at a loss for words. The Jedi Master running a hand across his forehead and threw his hair.

"Anakin is going to be the death of me..."

---

A'Sharad stood on one of the many walkway balconies of the temple. In his right hand hung a datapad. While his left held nothing. Both arms were laid atop the railing. The cool high airs of Coruscant turning the metal a bit icy upon contact with the morning breezes. A lone sigh passed his nostrils. His energy having been spent from hours and days of getting the Covenant up and running. Ever since he'd been tasked with doing so. He made a point to remind himself that he had agreed willingly to do this. It didn't make him feel any less stressed about the state of the Order. The state of the galaxy and Republic. It was on every Jedi's mind lately. Especially as he looked out. In the furthest distance ahead of the walkway he could see the still standing line of security forces. Blocking any uninvited guest from approaching the Jedi Temple after the debacle of the riot.

"Craziness." He shook his head and intoned. Raising his right hand up and snapping the datapad back to life. Already he was getting reports from some members of the Temperance WatchCircle, the Jedi of the renewed Covenant. Master Arana had sent a report indicating he had heard of a rumor surrounding the Altisian Jedi.

"Not that many here much appreciate Master Altis to begin with." A'Sharad was of the opinion any rumors were not worth following should they concern Jedi and Jedi sects that openly reject tenants of the Order based from Coruscant these days. Everyone knew the Altisian Jedi loved a communal and some would say nomadic lifestyle in the galaxy. Picking up non-Jedi in their travels, and starting families in direct defiance of what the Code of the Order as supported by the High Council demanded. Many Jedi had aired grievances with the allowance of the Altisians to operate. Some called them at worst apostates and heretical. Though those voices were few and far between. A'Sharad would bet Kolvori would've certainly been one of those voices were he to ask the Knight.

He couldn't know, but A'Sharad certainly hoped Master Arana wasn't using his new position within the Covenant to similarly air his dissatisfaction with the Altisians. They were odd, and they did not conform, yes. However, they had left the main Order willingly. They were not causing anyone any harm. Though, it did cause A'Sharad only a moment's pause. Master Arana had reported that there were Altisian Jedi in operations or helping the war effort across the galaxy. Whenever they met Jedi from the Order out in the field, Arana indicated they would more often than not, attempt to sway the Jedi from the Order to their group. Preaching their own version of righteousness and the freedoms they held to themselves.

"If so Djinn, the we're going to have problems." A'Sharad intoned, speaking the name of Master Altis with a sigh. Indicating on the datapad through a quick reply, that such rumors should be investigated. But, he did stress, only investigated and reported on. To that end, he streamed through a list of the Covenant faithful. Kolvori already being on mission, and another among them having arrived at Nar Shaddaa to find the potential child of Master Vos.

A'Sharad paused as he noted Kolvori's name. The Knight had left two days ago, and had yet to report in, besides a simple message stating he had been 'en route.' A'Sharad wondered if this Jedi honestly had the stability to operate as a 'Shadow.' The term itself something the Jedi Master thought may need revision. Nonetheless, he wasn't being wholly fair. A'Sharad, much like Master Windu was impressed with Kolvori's investigatory ability. It was more his zealotry that in some ways concerned A'Sharad. Even he believed there was a fine line somewhere between loving the Order and what it stood for and being a devout soldier for the propagation of fundamentalist ideology. Some would imagine the Jedi to be above such weakness. However, time and again through history such thinking only led to Dark Jedi, Fallen Jedi, and in worst cases, Sith. A'Sharad snorted as he thought as much! All anyone needed to do was look at Count Dooku! Haughty pride taken to its furthest extent. Arrogance unchained by the sense you alone know what's right. You alone are right.

"Ah…" A'Sharad shook his head. He had trailed off. He looked between the names of the Jedi now in direct service to him as the head of the Covenant. "Hmm, Keelyvine Reus." A'Sharad tapped the datapad with his left index finger thoughtfully. "You could do some light reconnaissance of the Altisians. You're far more efficient and quiet than most. When you need to be." He chuckled to himself, but did not yet commit to requesting her to do such. Master Reus, was a humorless Jedi. A stern woman, strong in the way of jar'kai, much as he was. She was a capable soldier, and a firm adherent to the Jedi principles that some thought...harsh. Came with her personality. She did not speak during combat. Refusing to engage in what some called Dun Möch...quips and threats on the battlefield to throw an enemy off. She was singularly focused, and didn't have many, what A'Sharad would call 'friends.'

"If anyone could do the task it'd be her. Are you on assignment?" A'Sharad asked himself looking into her current whereabouts and whether or not she had indicated she was being sent on assignment by the Council for the war effort, or otherwise.

"HARRRACK!" A'Sharad paused. Tilting his head up. His eyes glancing at what he knew to be a hawk-bat before he could actually discern any features. The winged beast circled the air above him. Doing so for a few moments seeming idle. Perhaps looking for something to eat?

"You're not gonna find any slugs or critters on the temple grounds, friend." A'Sharad thinly smiled. Shaking his head and turning back down to the datapad.

"HARRRACK!" The beast cried again just as he did though. Pulling the master's attention again. Especially as A'Sharad felt the Force give a tinge of...something. He couldn't place it, but he felt compelled to look up again all the same. Just as the hawk-bat glided itself down.

"That's weird." A'Sharad intoned. The hawk-bat zeroed in. Landing with a bit of a thud along the same rail he had been leaning himself against. The creature tilted its head back and forth. Almost seeming quizzical, or investigatory. Its head turning left to right. Allowing A'Sharad to see a nasty scar run along its left eye. Though the eye itself still looked okay.

"You must be one of the tougher ones of your brood. Hardly a krayt dragon though." He smirked to himself. Chancing to send calming vibes through the Force and approach. The creature didn't seem to mind. In fact, it was very calm. "The battle must've really messed with you guys." A'Sharad spoke to himself really. Reaching the hawk-bat and tentatively petting its snout just behind its small fleshy tendril. The hawk-bat hardly moved. In fact it twisted where it stood. Its wings motioning out for stability as its clawed feet clanged along the metal rail. A'Sharad smiled and loosed a breath through his nostrils. He had always been a fan of the many creatures spread across the galaxy. Like many Jedi he felt himself lucky enough to feel the Force. To allow him to get closer to some beasts others would never dare to. Allowing Jedi to calm them, soothe their primal fears and lay hand upon them. This fellow here had seen some kind of battle. The scar on the eye told A'Sharad that.

"You and me should compare war stories sometime, my friend. You should be careful though!" A'Sharad chuckled, finding it ridiculous as he spoke to the creature so flippantly. "I hear Coruscant's security forces may begin shooting you poor guys with all the noise you've been making."

"HARRRACK!" The hawk-bat almost sounded as though it replied to him, but A'Sharad knew any such thought was ridiculous. Hawk-bats weren't self aware, or sentient enough to do so. Nonetheless, they were living creatures of the Force.

Suddenly, as A'Sharad had been petting the hawk-bat's leathery wings, the beast reared its wings up and snapped them down. Rising back into the sky and flapping the wings to gain momentum. However, even as A'Sharad laughed at the sudden, but not unexpected departure, his ears heard a clang.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head down. Seeing nothing on the rail, but he was drawn more by instinct than anything else, down to his right. "What's that?" He mumbled and bent down. Seeing the object of his attention dance in a circle like a flipped coin. Before his fingers grasped it and held it in place.

His features twisted. He didn't know why. A sensation having gone through him that he didn't consciously acknowledge. Though he rolled his shoulders and flipped his long braid from across his chest. Like swatting an itch away as it wriggled up from the tips of his fingers, into his chest. A fluttering of his heart loosening before the normal rhythm retook. His eyes fixed onto what he could only guess the hawk-bat had dropped, and his waking mind paid no attention to the sensation. He had certainly felt it, but he didn't notice it.

"Where did you find this, little guy?" A'Sharad asked the since departed hawk-bat. Twisting the band of metal in his thumb and forefinger. A'Sharad was not one to exactly know a thing about jewelry. The Order was against its members having personal possessions of any glamour or personal extravagance. It didn't stop some Jedi from having traditional bands, necklaces, or armbands. That was small enough an offense to not be worthy of the Council's ire.

"This looks very well made." A'Sharad intoned. His eyes never leaving the ring. It was cracked along its full length, but it wasn't really. Whoever had made it had made it look like there were intertwining cracks of black metal running the length of the band. Like a stone worn by others, long and old. The ring was otherwise silver but for those blackened lines. More stunning was the central stone!

It looked real. A real diamond. It had many sides, or faces. Whatever the word may have been. It was glittering white, pure and almost see through, but for a dim glow inside. His eyes were mesmerized by the effect. It was almost like a fire was inside the diamond. A tiny flame upon a candle wick. Hmm, the description sorta just came to him, but that's what it looked like. It made him chuckled to himself. Having just been reminded before of the mighty krayt dragons of Tatooine. Though the beasts didn't actually breathe fire.

"I feel bad for whoever lost this! Must've been expensive." A'Sharad noted. He turned back over his shoulder, and forward. Glancing back out over the railway beyond the temple. As though he'd see its owner looking for it. Following the hawk-bat now gone in the vast skies of Coruscant somewhere. "Maybe I can make a HoloNet post about you." A'Sharad spoke to the metal band. His left hand's index and middle finger ran along the cracks. Feeling the indentation and the unusual warmth the metal had. Probably from direct sunlight or the heat of the hawk-bat's body, he thought.

"Maybe." He repeated the one word. Before he slipped the ring, almost unconsciously onto his right ring finger. It fit so easily. Like an old glove! It was a perfect fit, not twisting or turning. Settling to his flesh but not feeling in any way constricting. It made him smile. A'Sharad rather liked the way it looked and felt. Why couldn't he keep it anyways? Lots of people on Coruscant throw away their goods without care. Who knew what mounds of trash and treasure lined the very bottom of Coruscant anyways? It could well have been lost in the battle. Its owner potentially dead. Hopefully not, but still...

"Well...if anyone comes looking for you, I'll let em' know. How about that?" A'Sharad again, spoke to the ring as though it had an opinion. He shook his head. Laughing at himself. "I really ought to get back to work." The Jedi Master told himself. Feeling more energized to do so!

In fact he felt like today was a good day to really get serious about the Covenant. He had been slacking. Too tired and weary from the war, and from having left Boz Pity so abruptly. A'Sharad smiled and picked the datapad back up. Yeah, the day was young, and he was fully of new energy!

Today was to be a good one. He was sure of it.

---

"The admission of Arda, as I've stated, will bring prosperity not only to the friends of the Republic, but also to the worlds and systems nearer to her." Palpatine finished explaining. The time having dragged by. Anakin standing at attention and watching the whole meeting with a mixture of interest, peppered by disinterest and outright boredom. He wouldn't say such out loud, of course. He also hoped for and wanted the best for Arda. Not that Palpatine would intentionally give them a raw deal. In fact he'd been very lenient. Offering all manner of benefits that Anakin wasn't sure other worlds would've gotten.

"What of this Senate?" Gandalf leaned forward. "Would Arda require some representation like the other worlds of the galaxy receive? Or, would our fate be tied up in the affairs, wants and needs, of the worlds near? The traders passing through and by."

"It is not so complicated a matter, Gandalf sir." Palpatine assured. "Sometimes systems and even entire sectors of space come together and choose to elect a Senator and a multitude of Representatives to act on their combined behalf within the Senate. There are worlds that have special privileges. Senators or representatives that they are due. Of course, I can't say Arda would hold veto power, but they would certainly have fair representation of their own needs, and merit." Palpatine noted, nodding more to himself as he did.

"That is a reasonable offering, Chancellor." Galadriel met his gaze evenly. "What I believe is of concern during this entire meeting is less to do with trade, and movement of peoples. More, it is this war. These enemies you have at the throat of the Republic. Already has Arda tasted the power of these machine men. These droids."

"Yes, and Arda is as we speak already in danger." Palpatine rebuked her this time. "That is why ships of the Republic freely sit above your world even now. Even while Arda remain independent and outside the boundaries of the Republic. It is not some favor the Republic does for special worlds. Rather, it is only right that wherever the Separatist menace show itself, the Republic is there swiftly after to defend. It is an imperative for the Republic to protect those in need of protection. Even when they themselves do not believe they need it." Palpatine affirmed. His voice powerful and declarative.

Anakin glanced between Palpatine's seat in front of him and the delegation. Noting the quiet observance of all the elves. Though Elladan's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. The hobbits...well they were bored, but they were doing their part to show themselves invested. They did represent Men for all intents and purposes. They had been quiet and respectful since Palpatine had given them a moment's notice at the start of this blasted meeting. However, since then they have looked to Gandalf, differing to him silently if nothing else. Gimli found the time to interject. Loudly and some would say abrasively wondering what the Republic would do in a situation. How it would be to the benefit of all, and not just a few. Every time, Palpatine had made what assurances he could. Indicating the Republic wasn't going to invade, conquer and rule Arda. It was a partnership. Exactly what Anakin thought best for them all.

Though, Anakin also watched Gandalf. The old wizard hardly betrayed a thought. He was every bit a wise and savvy diplomat on top of all his other skills and strengths. Anakin could sense something from Gandalf though. Subtle. He didn't think Palpatine would notice even if he could use the Force. It was a defensiveness Anakin had sensed before. Political defensiveness of course was expected. But, more than that Anakin watched as Gandalf would cast a quick glance to his own right. Galadriel would meet it for only a second longer herself. Both then returning to the conversation. The Force lowly rippling as they did so. Anakin had heard that some elves could speak in your head. He had heard just a few things Boromir had said to Aragorn when the Fellowship rested in Lothlórien. At the time he had shaken any claims off. Even the Force made that distant sort of communication difficult. Impossible? No. But, now he wasn't sure. All in all this meeting remained far more tense than Anakin had ever expected it to be.

"...much we have yet to discuss of course." Anakin shook himself lightly. Refocusing on the actual talking as Palpatine said something to Gandalf.

"Yes of course." Gandalf nodded. "I can make no promises nor guarantees. None here can."

"Of course!" Palpatine happily accepted. "I understand these are big decisions and discussions. Not so easily taken care of with one conversation with an old Chancellor such as myself."

"Your humility becomes you, Chancellor." Elrohir offered with a tip of his head. Palpatine in kind waved him off.

"I am but a civil servant. The first among many citizens of the galaxy. Of the Republic." Palpatine noted. A certain familiar diplomatic coolness in his voice. However, before he could carry on the desk of his beeped to life once again.

"Ah, excuse me, my friends." Palpatine begged and pressed the button. "Yes?"

"Forgive me, Excellency. I do not mean to interrupt, but Director Isard and company to see you, Chancellor."

"Time certainly has escaped me! Send them this way, and call a transport for the delegation and return them to their suite."

"Of course, your Excellency." Palpatine smiled and ended the call. Sighing as he rose to a stand. A silent prompt that was echoed by the others. Even if Merry, Pippin and Gimli had to basically jump off their chairs. Making Anakin smile ever so slightly.

"I hope you'll forgive me. I have lost track of the morning! I have other matters in need of my attention."

"It is no trouble at all, Chancellor." Gandalf spoke for the others. Gripping his staff.

"Excellent! Then I hope this is merely the first of many meetings to come? After all, as we've said this is not so simple a matter discussed once or twice. When the lives and fates of an entire planet are at concern."

"In that you are right, Chancellor." Galadriel imparted as the rest of the delegation began shuffling for the doorway.

"If you should have us again, we will come and discuss our concerns again." Gandalf offered as Galadriel made to turn and leave.

"Of course." Palpatine nodded. "It was a pleasure to meet you, and the rest of your delegation, Gandalf. Do think on what we've discussed. There is much the galaxy can offer Arda, and Arda in kind! No world is too small and no galaxy too big to not have something to gain from the other."

"I will think things over, needn't you worry, Chancellor." Gandalf tipped his head.

"Oh, stang." Anakin cursed low and under his breath. Nonetheless, catching the attention of both elder beings. "You're right, Chancellor sir. The time has gotten away from me. I need to get to the temple. The Council will be meeting soon."

"Hmm, what advantageous time, son." Palpatine chuckled. "I was going to offer...no, insist you get out of here! I'm sure you've suffered more than enough boring political jabber for an entire year!"

"Hah, I think you're right." Anakin grinned running his hand over the back of his neck. "Come on, I'll walk you to your transport, Gandalf."

"Helping an old man find his way?"

"Hardly." Anakin snorted. "If I didn't help you I'd never hear the end of my 'poor manners!'" Both he and Gandalf laughed, and loosened whatever tension had permeated the room.

"Be safe, Anakin! Do let me know if anything of note happens!" Palpatine called after him. Anakin turned to bow awkwardly, but all the same followed out the office beside Gandalf. The group making it down the entrance hall and into the welcoming foyer before Gandalf spoke into Anakin's ear.

"Your Chancellor is a very savvy man."

"From what little I know about politics I'd say so."

"Hmm." Gandalf nodded. Anakin sensing something else beneath the surface of his friend's thoughts.

"What?" He prompted.

"His demeanor was...strong. Not unexpected, but his presence was harsh."

"Sorry." Anakin immediately apologized. "I sensed the mood was sorta heavy in there. I guess politics, you know?"

"Hmm." Gandalf hummed again. His mind clearly elsewhere.

"Is something else wrong, Gandalf?"

"Ah, it's nothing, lad." Gandalf assured. "I have much to think about. Much to discuss with the rest of the delegation, and hopefully speak with Aragorn using your technology to do so!" Gandalf smiled, and like that Anakin felt at ease once more. Even if somewhere deep down he felt bad about that whole...thing. Palpatine hadn't come off the way he had hoped. He had seemed more domineering. A little dismissive...a lot dismissive. Showing a bit of favoritism where elves were concerned. Though, Anakin could only assume this was all part of the game of politics.

"Do you…" Anakin began. Pausing as he felt awkward. Himself and Gandalf rounding into a hall leading towards a series of turbolifts to the speeder terminals.

"Do I what, lad?"

"Ah...it's that...I don't know. I feel weird asking it." Anakin admitted.

"Needn't you feel so, my friend." Gandalf assured as they both saw the rest of the delegation ahead of them. They were being led by the same elderly attendant from before.

"I know. It just feels like a stupid question. But, do you think...what do you think of the Chancellor?"

"Hmm? Well I've only just met the man." Gandalf noted.

"Yeah, but...you're good at reading people Gandalf. I've seen it before. You can talk to people. Even when the people you're talking to aren't worth it. Wormtongue, and to a lesser extent Denethor. I know there was circumstances behind him, but my point is you know...people."

"Perhaps. Or, perhaps you feel something inside, and wish to know whether or not it is a valid thought and inclination?" Gandalf, as always, sorta hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, but...there's been a lot happening on Coruscant. I've told you a lot of it. Not all of it."

"I know. Obi-Wan made as much clear."

"Yeah." Anakin nodded. Pausing himself and Gandalf midway to the others. Turning to him fully. "Please, just tell me what you think of the Chancellor. You and Galadriel looked like you both had I don't know, concerns? Misgivings? Does he seem...like a good man? I'm not asking if you know anything for sure. I just don't know what to think or believe anymore."

"That is no way to live." Gandalf warned. "Even still, I think it's also somewhat untrue. I think your heart has something it's saying to your mind, and you don't want to admit it."

"I...something like that." Anakin nodded. Averting his eyes down. "There's so much I don't know how to feel about. I'm scared for Padmé, for the twins. My visions...they keep coming to me at night. The Council, Obi-Wan and the Chancellor. Everyone needs something from me. But, only one if pulling in a different direction than the rest." To that Gandalf nodded. A knowing glint in his eyes.

"The Chancellor." Gandalf knowingly offered and Anakin sighed heavily.

"He's not a bad man, Gandalf." It sounded hollow, and he hated it. Something was gnawing him! Deep inside and he felt wrong for saying as much, thinking as much!

"Maybe not." Gandalf shrugged. "Consider this, Anakin – when you have a group of Men, let's say four, and three of them tell you the Sun rises in the east and settles in the west, do you believe them?" Gandalf posed. Anakin remained silent. Firming his lips and feeling his brow crease. As he already sensed the correct thing to ask.

"That would first depend on what the fourth man says?"

"He tells you the other three are lying. The Sun rises in the west, and settles in the east."

"Does he honestly believe that?"

"Does it matter where fact is concerned?" Gandalf countered, and Anakin swallowed harshly.

"You don't trust him." Anakin stated, didn't ask. Gandalf searched his eyes, but did not betray his own feelings.

"I am wary of all folk who set themselves as leaders. Untested and unknown to myself. Though for the words of those who willingly follow them. There are those upon this world and beyond I know from discussions with you and Obi-Wan who love this man. There is no denying that. Then, there are those such as Obi-Wan who do not trust him. Your Order does not. Your wife seemed...distressed just yesterday with him and his actions. All of them are fearful of him?"

"Yes." Anakin nodded. A sideways glance cast as he saw the rest of the delegation waiting on them. The attendant looking more sour than the others.

"Even the wisest do not know all ends. I cannot tell you what is truth, Anakin. What I can tell you is that I trust you."

"Sorta a bad idea for someone who doesn't trust himself." Anakin half smiled, but felt a churning in his gut of truth. An old pang of self hatred and disgust passing over him. Many wounds and deeds of old attacking him and his accomplishments. Murder, death, breaking codes and rules.

"I trust you to know yourself." Gandalf assured. Placing a hand upon Anakin's left shoulder. "You ask me what I think of the man, because you fear my answer. Yet, your heart is telling you something your mind does not like. There are, as with all Men and Elves or even Hobbits, many sides of you, lad. The mind leads us to think many assorted things. Things of reason, of what we need to do, can do, should do or what we are owed and owe in kind." Gandalf took his hand from Anakin's shoulder and jabbed his index finger into the Jedi's chest. "What does your heart tell you?" Anakin remained silent. A slight tremor to his shoulders, and a welling of emotion that made him hatefully feel like a child. Like that sad slave boy back on Tatooine. Again he swallowed and he remembered every moment since his return to Coruscant. Obi-Wan, Padmé, the Order and their own failings for which he was no less sure of. The moment aboard Grievous' ship. The duel with Dooku. The Opera house, and all his fears. His visions and the kindness of Gandalf, and those from Arda.

"He's...he's…" Anakin fought for the word. Not once did Gandalf goad him. Nor attempt to force it from him. Watching him with a warm smile. Allowing him to come to the terms, and the truths of his own heart. "He's not like I remember him. From before Arda I mean." Gandalf once again gripped Anakin's shoulder. His smile never fading.

"None know all ends, Anakin. We can only know what our heart tells us. I make no judgment for what you feel."

"What do you feel?" Anakin wondered, loosing a steadying breath.

"Concern. Unease." Was all Gandalf needed to say. Anakin bowed his head. A subtle low nod following after.

"Go on." Anakin offered, motioning an arm to the increasingly more agitated attendant. "I need to head to the temple. My ship is down another way."

"Follow your instincts, Anakin." Gandalf offered even as he took a step away from him. "Fear only leads the fearful." Words echoed in Anakin's mind from that moment that even now was difficult to fully remember. That infinite moment where he saw his mother again. Saw things he can't quite explain, and saw Qui-Gon. He smiled, again thinking how well he and Gandalf would've gotten along.

"Thank you, Gandalf." Anakin waved goodbye. The wizard promptly bowing his head and turning to meet the others. Leaving Anakin to watch them finally board a turbolift and vanish behind their closing doors. Himself stood ponderously alone in one of countless halls of the Executive Annex.

"I better get to the temple. He finally intoned to himself. Making for another turbolift nearby. It led down to another wing where he had parked his airspeeder. He waited for it to rise from whatever floor it was sat at. His mind not really thinking on anything. Emotions raw, and confused, but for different reasons. Replaying the fears and concerns of Obi-Wan and Padmé over in his mind. As he numbly heard a third turbolift beside the one Gandalf and the delegation had boarded ding.

Anakin glanced over towards it. Watching as two crimson guards stepped out from it. Followed by the rigid figure of Armand Isard. However, Anakin felt his brow furrow. As another figure stepped out. They were cowled in black. Their face unseen by Anakin. Their figure smaller than his. He guessed a woman. Human or not he couldn't tell. As his own lift arrived and opened, Anakin twisted around, walking backwards into his lift. For some unknown reason his eyes fixed on this unknown being. As Armand spoke to them in a hushed tone unheard by Anakin.

They tilted their head right. An eye's glow reaching him. Anakin felt...put off. On guard. The Force didn't really speak anything to him of danger. There was something familiar about her. Something odd. Anakin could only watch in contained unease as the lift closed before him, and he was sent towards his airspeeder.

"That was...weird." He intoned to himself. As the meeting he was meant for came back to his mind shortly after. Though he wouldn't shake that experience for a while.

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Sometime Before

Hours of sitting on the floor, sat atop their knees would lead a normal body to grow stiff, tired and weary. However, for this body there was no such effect. The night darkness from the skies before had slowly turned to glittering daylight. Warming their downcast face hidden by the shadow of their drooping hair. Not a movement made, and not a sound spoken following the tumultuous events of the night before, and the loss of the three rings. They sat waiting. Well, one did.

"Hello?!" The witch demanded again. Sauron was still silent. Even within their shared mind he remained silent. "You know, I thought I was being annoying by being all silent before. This though?! This is ridiculous! I know you can hear me! I know you're in here somewhere! Now tell me what the kriff is going on in that head...my head! Get up, move, do something! Anything beats sitting here wasting my ligaments away on the kriffing apartment floor!" Still, he said nothing. The phantom form of the witch, only visible to Sauron scoffed and stamped upon the floor. Swinging in a circle.

"This is ridiculous! I told you those rings were not gonna work out! Never did I think the supposed 'Dark Lord' of Mordor would have a temper tantrum! And people call me petulant! Compared to this moment I'm nothing less than a cool, calm, collected sage! Even when I'm screaming! IN fact the screaming means I'm alive! I'm not fuming like a kath pup denied a bit of the bone scraps now am I? What a child." She accused him, and still got nothing in return. The breaths of the body remained even.

"Ah, kriff this! All this pouting over-" However, before she could finish the door chimed. She snapped towards it, as her body finally moved. Eyes reopened and they bore the signature unnatural look of Sauron's presence.

"Now, it is your time, witch." Sauron rose to a stand. Finally speaking aloud, and turning. He took a few steps to face the hall leading to the door, and with a flick of her right hand the door was unlocked and opened.

"What are you-" Just then Vica sucked in a breath. Her body shook and she nearly fell over as she realized she was now truly and fully in control of her body.

"Wha...what? Sauron?! What are you-"

"Greetings." Vica glared forward, confused still why Sauron had given her control. Even more confused as to why now?! More pressing though, was the presence of Armand Isard. One of the cronies of Sidious she did recognize from the Republic. Along with him were two crimson guards of the Supreme Chancellor, dear old Darth Sidious himself.

"What-" Vica violently coughed. Catching herself and realizing it had been some time since she had true full control of their body. The functions of it coming back to her quickly, but itself still feeling strange. "What do you want?"

"Forgive the intrusion. I have been sent by the Supreme Chancellor. He has requested your presence within the Executive Annex." Armand noted with a polite bow of his head. Vica trained pointed eyes upon him, feeling through the Force no initial deception. Not that she needed fear what these three whelps could feasibly do to her. To them.

"Is it a request, or an official summons?" Vica mocked by placing a hand to her cheek. "My, has the Chancellor, THE Chancellor summoned lil' ole' me?! How-ever shall I prepare myself for such a summons?!" Clearly Armand was unamused. Cocking his brow and his lips formed a simple thin line.

"It is a request. Chancellor Palpatine has matters he wishes to discuss with his...guest." Armand intoned. Clearly having some meager understanding of Vica's state. She in kind threw him a continuously mocking smile with a fire of disdain about her now yellowed eyes.

"Well that's a shame. It would seem the guest has gone for a bit of a retreat." Vica snorted. "So, if your master is in need of someone to whip for their failure's do me the honors of baring your back with some pride, hmm?" She laughed. As before Armand showed only mild disgust. Clearing his throat, the red suited man took a tentative step into the apartment.

"Even if that is so, he had made it clear he wanted to discuss matters concerning the world his guest hails from."

"Oh?" Vica numbly replied. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Perhaps not much, my Lady." Armand now appropriated the honorific for her. "Though I would imagine any time out of this apartment would be of some interest to you? Especially once one considers your 'predicament.' The amount of time you're cooped within." Armand offered, a faintest of faint shrugs to him as he did so.

"Hmm, maybe you have a point." Vica offered. Though in truth she didn't quite know what to do. Sauron usually directed matters where it came to Sidious. Minus the few times he had let her free to...basically mock him. Then there was his pretend mocking. Where he had acted as her. So, why had he disappeared? Vica felt her eyes narrow. She didn't quite know what to do. She figured, with Sauron's power within her she could kill everyone here. Make her way to a ship, board or take it and fly off into the galaxy. But, Sauron was still there. Still somewhere to make a comeback at some point. She should derail him and his plans...whatever those even were, would she then smack herself? It was nauseating to do this much consideration for a creature that did her seemingly none.

"Fine." Vica haughtily relented. Shoving her chin up, condescending Isard with but her manner. Using the Force, and calling a thick black robe to herself and bringing the darkened hood atop her golden blonde head. "Let's go have a meeting with the 'Chancellor'" She grinned. Armand twisted his lips, but said nothing. Bowing and motioning her out the door. The four, her, Isard and the two guards making their way from the suites and their waiting shuttle. Vica silently wondering if she was playing her part in Sauron's plans. Whatever they may be.

...

As they did so, nobody but the cameras hidden within the room saw and heard the low warble of a droid. A small droid made for light construction work. Two lanky metal arms hanging down from its squared body. A repuslorlift keeping it humming in the air as it zoomed into the apartment. Rounded a divide between the entry hallway and the kitchen.

A small light boomed to life, and it scanned the floor. A glint catching its attention. The droid warbled and beeped successfully. Flying itself over and hovering above the abandoned ring. One of the hands reached down. Easily snatching the ring, and pulling it close to its chassis. Quickly, as though it had never even been there, the droid zoomed out from the apartment. Unseen and unnoticed. Save for the perched hawk-bat sat atop a jutting rail from the side of the building. The hawk-bat gave a low call and dove away.

While the droid made its way toward the Executive Annex.

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"Fashionably almost late, Anakin." Obi-Wan greeted him as he rushed out of the turbolift. Anakin loosed a breath. Noticing a few but not all of the masters inside the Council chamber behind Obi-Wan.

"Sorry, Master. I had been summoned by Palp...the Chancellor. He was meeting with Gandalf and the others."

"Oh?" Obi-Wan hummed. "How did that go?" Anakin opened his mouth to answer. The terseness and intensity of the whole affair flashing over his mind. As well as the conversation with Gandalf after.

"Uh, you know. It was alright." Anakin shrugged. "I don't...I don't think they got along to be honest."

"Really?" Obi-Wan hummed.

"That doesn't exactly bode well for Arda's addition to the Republic."

"No." Anakin agreed. "But, if that's what they ultimately think is best for themselves then...who is anybody to argue?" Obi-Wan silently observed him. Anakin shrugging again. Not knowing what else to say. But, his old Master and friend continued to study him for another long moment after. So much so that Anakin began to feel a bit too studied.

"Uh, you alright, Obi-Wan?"

"Hmm? Oh," He laughed. A genuine smile coming to his bearded face. "Yes I'm alright Anakin. I'm quite alright. Just lost in thoughts."

"I thought that was my job?"

"It's a nasty habit I've picked up from you." Obi-Wan offered.

"Oh please." Anakin rolled his eyes. The two of them smiling and alleviating any would be or real tension. As Anakin again sighed low. Not exactly what one would call excited to go into the chamber and talk with the other masters. Still subservient. Still beneath them.

"Anakin, one more thing."

"Yeah?" Obi-Wan turned and led Anakin close to the side of the wall of the hall leading into the Council chambers.

"I have to keep this short, and I don't want you getting too excitable."

"This the good kind or bad kind of excitable?" Anakin wondered. However, Obi-Wan took on a new serious look as the turbolift opened behind Anakin. Without turning, Anakin could sense Master Windu march on in followed by both masters Fisto and Tiin.

"The bad kind. Sort of." Obi-Wan offered. So, Anakin nodded his understanding, folding his hands into his robes.

"Hit me."

"Dooku has woken up."

"What?!" Anakin seethed a little too loudly. Though he immediately cringed at himself and lowered his voice. "Sorry, what? When?!"

"A few hours ago. Master Che sent a report up to Master Windu. He's still in his medical wing. Watched by the Peacekeepers. He's been quiet for the most part. Refusing to answer anyone's questions. He spoke a little when he woke up. He's all there. Seemingly." Obi-Wan pointed to his head, and Anakin nodded. A disgusted sneer crossing his face.

"That old traitor. I bet he just loves his current...hmm, lodgings?" Anakin smirked and Obi-Wan chuckled slightly.

"Yes, I'm sure he's having the time of his life. But, listen-" Obi-Wan pulled Anakin close. "Only Master Windu, and the others on the Council know. Besides Master Che, and knights Rowban and Kholt of course."

"Right." Anakin nodded. Only to then realize what Obi-Wan meant.

"Wait, why are you telling me then?"

"I'm not…" Obi-Wan checked over his shoulder. "I'm not supposed to. Master Windu has indicated nobody is to know about Dooku beside the Council and the three downstairs. Especially not the Chancellor. Not with what's been going on with the Senate and the riot." To that Anakin rolled his eyes. An exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

"Politics."

"Yes." Obi-Wan admitted. "Yes it is. However, I wanted you to know."

"I still don't get why?" Anakin wondered. Only for Obi-Wan to pull back and move ever so slightly toward the chamber as the others began taking their seats.

"Because I trust you. And, you deserve to know." He walked away.

Leaving Anakin momentarily...stunned. Though, he didn't know why. He felt emotion surge through him, but didn't know what kind...why...how to manage that. Gandalf's words coming back to him. His faith placed in him. Obi-Wan, his Master. Anakin knew on some level Obi-Wan trusted him. Had for a while now. Yet, for some reason here and now his Master, his friend saying it seemingly for little reason than to just say it made Anakin feel...good. A smile crept onto his face. Before he forced it away and ran into the chamber.

The door closed behind him, and he quickly took his seat. As he did he heard and noticed several holograms morph the figures of several members of the Council. Still off planet and attending to war business. Master Yoda having made exceptional time to Kashyyyk, so Anakin could guess. The diminutive Master sat upon a chair millions of miles away. With masters Koon and Mundi similarly, along with Stass Allie remaining at their posts.

"Welcome everyone." Mace began. Anakin noting a harshness, well a more obvious harshness, to his demeanor. He could only guess it was caused by Dooku's awakening.

"The High Council will come to session. We have only one matter in need of discussion so today's affairs shall be short. Namely," Mace tilted his eyes to Anakin. "The Chancellor's information regarding the location, or possible location of General Grievous." The gathered members all nodded.

"Palpatine thinks General Grievous is on Utapau." Master Mundi simply restated what everyone knew. "I'd like to say that I am concerned. No agents of the Order, nor anyone from Republic Intelligence has come forward with this information. How was it the Clone Intelligence Services came upon it?" He wondered, and Anakin took the chance to speak. Leaning forward as he did so.

"A partial message was intercepted in a diplomatic packet from the Chairman of Utapau." Anakin reiterated what everyone should've known. "Encrypted data indicates transmissions exiting the Utapau system updating a known though old Separatist frequency. What is important is the indication that Grievous is in command on Utapau. At least as far as the Intelligence services could decipher."

"Hmm." Yoda nodded. "Act on this, we must. The capture of General Grievous will end this war. Quickly and decisively we should proceed." The Grand Master stated firmly. Passing a glance both left and right between Master Windu and Mundi respectively.

"The Chancellor has requested that-" Anakin paused. All eyes turning to him. Waiting for him to finish his statement. Not knowing the sudden recounting happening within Anakin's mind. The feelings and thoughts that now turned what had previously been a novel idea into...something else.

"My apologies." Anakin cleared his throat and started again. "The Chancellor has requested that I lead the campaign. Though I…" Anakin felt flushed, but his heart told him this was the best choice. "I obviously defer to the wisdom of the Council on such matters."

"Hmm." Yoda nodded happily, and Anakin could barely see Obi-Wan's expression out the corner of his eye. It was surely the thing of legends! Wide eyed and layered in surprised confusion. Before it quickly took on a bristling smile barely hidden underneath that facial hair.

"Agree I do. A Master is needed, with more experience." Yoda concurred.

Anakin loosed a low breath. Averting his gaze as he felt...well a weight sorta lift off his shoulders. Even as the Council kept on talking.

"There isn't one among us with the kind of experience and history that Master Kenobi has with Grievous. If anyone here is prepared and capable enough to deal with that monster it's him." Master Tiin offered to the mingled agreement, silent as it may be, of the others.

"I concur. Master Kenobi should go." Ki-Adi spoke and everyone agreed. And, though it didn't matter and his agreement wasn't needed under his breath, Anakin also gave his own 'aye.'

"Good." Mace nodded. Himself also having a numb and muted surprise to him at the lack of confrontation given by the great 'Hero with no Fear.'

"Very well. Council is adjourned." Mace motioned his hands up. Unsure of what else needed be said. Just like that, and that quickly it was over with. A short, and sweet meeting. Anakin guessed. The shimmering hologram of Yoda shuffled off his seat before it cut, and Anakin could sense a pang of conflict from the sight. Knowing that Kashyyyk must've been hellish at the moment. It would surely only get worse.

"Such faith!" Anakin glanced up as Obi-Wan stood before him. "Here I thought you'd be brimming at the chance to jump after Grievous?"

"Don't get me wrong, Master, I'd like nothing more than to be the one to bring him in, or take him down." Anakin stood up. "But, I was the one to beat Dooku. So, really it's your turn to pull your own weight."

"Oh dear, is that sarcasm I hear?"

"Is this an echo chamber?" Anakin smirked meeting his Master's challenge. The two men laughing as they both made for the exit.

"In all seriousness, and I mean this in the best way possible, never did I think I'd hear you defer anything to the Council, Anakin." Obi-Wan honestly noted.

"Yeah well...I'm reassessing."

"What does that mean?"

"It...kriff I don't know." Anakin sighed. "I'm not sure. I just got so much in my head. Maybe I think I wouldn't be in the best state of mind to deal with Grievous? Ever think about that?"

"Maybe, but you're more than capable of focusing on battle once you're met with it. I've seen you. Few Jedi have such a determination and ability to compartmentalize battle and dueling. Is something on your mind, Anakin? Bothering you?"

"What? You mean beyond the usual?" Anakin snorted as they reached the turbolift. Anakin calling for it with a press of the button the other masters had.

"Alright, fair enough." Obi-Wan relented. "But, let me just say, that today you've surprised me. Two times."

"What was the second time?"

"Oh that was this." Obi-Wan motioned over shoulder.

"Okay, then what was the first time?"

"My little secret." Obi-Wan chuckled and entered the lift.

"Ah, I see. I don't have a direct answer for you, so you punish me by not giving me one either."

"Anakin!" His Master sounded insulted. "Such pettiness is beneath the dignity of a Jedi Master! Quite unbecoming."

"You're sometimes the wisest man I know, Master. Other times you're a child."

"That's coming from you?!"

"Yep." Anakin grinned. "In that case, you know you have to be pretty bad!" Again, the two broke into laughter.

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L's Note: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED AND MET Mexishark! :D You didn't think I (L) could or would edit an entire other chapter before the end of 2021 out of spite?! Well you're wrong. Lol, but in all seriousness, here is the last chapter of 2021 people. As usual, message me with any grievous grammatical errors and I shall fix them, though as before I have gone over and edited this guy a few times now. So, hopefully few edits are needed beyond what I later come to think sounds better. (Always happens.)

Ah, and it appears we, Lord Kun and I have an angry reviewer. Sorry bud. Story is not turning out the way YOU want. Not gonna stop Lord Kun from writing it and me editing and posting it. It is what it is.

Hope everyone had a good holiday break. Here's to the new year, I have some interesting facts heading your way regarding the format and future of this story (trust me we're only getting started)!

Take care everyone, and please review! Even the bad takes are fun to read. ;)

-L

Edit Note: Edited/Updated 12/28/2021