"What do we know about the planet and it's people?" Mace Windu asks. The speaker is of Togrutan descent standing in the middle of the Jedi Council room. His wounded montrals missing a lekku.
"They are a peaceful people. A mix of Togrutans, and a minority of Humans. They have been driven from their homes and into the hills. Winter has begun and they need assistance to survive."
"Seek the chancellor you must." Yoda suggests. The speaker quietly groans.
"Chancellor Palpatine has rejected my pleas for help and recommended I talk to you."
Typical. As of the last few months the political body of the Republic has shown little interest in potentially opening new theaters to The Clone War, but also aren't willing to end the conflict. Caught between the dreadful purgatory, the Jedi have found themselves saddled with a decaying body unable you adapt as the universe changes.
"We are already stretched thin. I do not know if we can give you what you seek." Shaak Ti doesn't mince words.
"I am not asking for military assistance. I am asking you to lead an exodus."
"That we can not provide." Windu unflinchingly shoots down.
"Why?" The speaker snaps.
"Because we simply cannot."
"Cannot or will not?" The speaker shoots back.
"Perhaps at a later time-"
"There is no 'later time' either you help us now or my people die. I've been shot down by the chancellor and the Galactic Senate. Are you telling me the Jedi are also indifferent about having blood on their hands?"
Not particularly found of being dressed down, Windu decided to remain silent for the rest of the meeting and observe the process.
"Wish to help we do, however, limited we are in our power." Yoda tries to sooth the tensions that are arising.
Ki-Adi Mundi interjected "We can airlift supplies you the citizens in the mountain. It's quick and cheap. Safety is a whole other issues."
"Safety for who?"
"Both sides are at risk if this is done. But it'll take months, if not years for the C.I.S battle droids to scale the mountain so this risk is worth taking." Depa concluded.
"This'll buy us time until we can figure out a better way to assist your people." Ki-Adi Mundi assumes.
"There is just one issue." The speaker says. "There is a blockade. Nobody is getting through."
"But I heard a fighting promotion arrived on your planet for a show a week ago." Depa did her research and found out about the tiny loophole in the Separatists occupation.
"Yes. But you cannot possibly hope to masquerade as a fighter. You're Jedi. Your cover will be blown."
A brief silence falls on the Jedi Council, they contemplate. "Isn't your student a fighter?" Shaak Ti asks Depa. She nods. "Then why can't he be used as a mole?"
"Padawan Kyle has not seen battle in months. His abilities have diminished." Obi-Wan says.
"We will not need him to take on the droid army. Just to gain entry."
"A good plan, this is. Contact your Padawan you will." Yoda refers to Depa.
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"Do you know what promotion is on the planet?" Kyle asks his master.
"No."
"Let me check." He heads over to the archives and logs on their computer.
"A Jedi Order computer carrying the secrets to the galaxy and you're using it to get the schedule for a wrestling program." Depa notes.
"All great dynasties must fall." He scrolls down the page and finds a familiar name. He pauses.
"What is it?" Depa asks.
"AUW" Was all Kyle said.
"AUW?"
"Absolute Universal Wrestling. My old promotion."
"Really? Small universe." Depa says flatly. "Can you call the promoter and get-"
"What ever you're suggesting I don't think it's possible. You don't know Ub. He doesn't like when people leave him."
"Oh?" Depa didn't know this. "But surely you have friends inside the company that'll vouch for you?"
"I do... don't know how much that's worth though."
"I'm afraid we have no choice. We'll have to try."
(Scene break)
Bad days at the office weren't uncommon for Leah. Fallen on tough times she found herself slipping further and further from her desired status in AUW. Meanwhile, Liger saw his stock rise modestly which irked her. While friends, Leah grew contemptuous because she's known as the work horse while Liger was anything but. Often goofing off and benefiting from circumstance.
Looking into the mirror in her shanty hotel room, the smell of vermin couldn't be ridden by the fumigator, her long blonde hair still wet from the show she took earlier. She debated cutting it off and debuting a new look. "That'll turn heads." She figures as she holds a razor in her hand. But how will people receive her? What if she doesn't get the necessary reaction? Or worse, what if nobody cares?
"I'm sick of being forgotten. It's time for a change."