A/N: It's been a damn long time since I've updated. Sorry 'bout that.
At 1657 standard hours, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan strode into The Room of a Thousand Fountains. Adi and Siri were already there, standing near the doorway. Through mutual, silent consensus, the four Jedi walked to the most secluded corner of the garden and found a place to sit.
"Siri and I have agreed that this mission sounds acceptable. We're willing to take it, but we first wished to hear what you thought," Adi began immediately. Qui-Gon nodded, unsurprised.
"We will have to clarify several things with the Council first, of course," he concurred. "Such as whom we will be, as it is undercover."
Adi nodded, "I read what little information we have on Hydra earlier. It seems most of the workers who went were single parents with one or two children, but I don't think it would be easy to pass me and Siri off as mother and daughter." The edges of her mouth quirked into a smile. "There isn't much of a resemblance."
Qui-Gon returned her wry smile, "True. I'm sure they've thought of something, however."
The masters continued to discuss the mission. Obi-Wan tried to pay attention, but his eyes kept being drawn back to Siri.
She was paying very close attention to what Adi and Qui-Gon were saying. Her bony hands were clenched in her lap so tightly, her knuckles were turning white. Her back was straight as a laser, and her pretty face showed nothing but concentration. Obi-Wan felt a pang of concern go through him. Siri really didn't look well.
Abruptly, Qui-Gon stood. Maybe it wasn't so abrupt, Obi-Wan scolded himself. You just weren't paying attention.
"We'll meet outside the Council Chambers at 0655 standard hours then," Qui-Gon bowed to the two women; Obi-Wan followed suit.
As they were walking away, Obi-Wan could have sworn he heard Adi say, "Siri, are you shaking?"
Siri always felt odd standing in front of the Council. Their perfectly composed expressions made her want to do something to shock them. Anything to make their expressions change. She always quashed that particular urge.
Yoda looked at her for a moment. She wondered what would happen if she crossed her eyes or stuck out her tongue.
She was famous for being the most controlled, serious, focused padawan in the temple.
That is because Jedi cannot read minds.
Siri was pulled out of her musings about what she would do if she could read minds by her Master's voice, "We have agreed to the mission."
Yoda nodded, "Questions, you have. Answered they will be."
Mace Windu continued, "You will be briefed on your false identities and behaviors over the next two weeks. You will leave in 15 days. You must tell no one where you are going."
The master looked at them all seriously, "We have had people working to secure this mission since the Senate first contacted us. They have provided us with information that will allow you to remain unnoticed."
He pressed a button on a small remote in his hand. A holographic projection shot out into the middle of the room. It was of a huge ship, a rather luxurious looking passenger ship.
"You're rooms will be here and here," the holograph suddenly changed to a hallway. As Siri suspected, the hall looked grand. Two doors on the holo started glowing. They were opposite one another. "These are Room 211 and 212. Mr. Kendren Neeve and his son Cale have booked room 211." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan nodded. "Opposite them, Ms. Ka'Teeka Lorian and her foster child An will be staying." Siri nodded with her Master.
"You have much to learn in the next few weeks. Your training starts later today, at 1100 standards hours. May the Force be with you."