A/N 1: Got delayed slightly with getting around to writing this chapter as I was pretty preoccupied this week, and hence, the usual Friday update on a Sunday. Worry not, hopefully, I'll get back to my original schedule by next week!

Beta credits to anand891996. Thanks, sleemo. :)

Also, Dark Side Cookies to ThunderSphinx for reviewing every single chapter! It's because of people like you that I get encouraged to write more. :D

Anyway, here's the next one, and I hope you enjoy it! May the Force and the stars watch over you!

Chapter 6

Charred Force-robes formerly imbued with the Force after multiple Dark rituals. Plummeting down towards unknown depths at terminal velocity. Nauseatingly pulsating Dark Force energies. The wound on his torso that was causing him to bleed profusely. None of these bothered Darth Sidious as he continued to fall towards the lower levels of Coruscant, after being thrown out of the Senate. Quite literally.

He was angry, and visibly fuming, causing the Dark energy coursing around him to flare out. His plans to convert the Chosen One to the Dark Side had failed, spectacularly. He was even devoid of his former apprentice to rely back upon. With no army at his command, and almost the entire GAR out for his head, he was forced to fall back upon his Contingency plans. He had never imagined ever needing them, at least not his last resort. Underestimating Anakin Skywalker had proven to be costly. His Force prowess was definitely not exaggerated; Even though he was barely an adult, he was immune to any form of Force-based mind control or suggestions.

Flipping upright mid-air, he propelled himself sidewards, using the Force to exert, well, force to grant him flight. Using a powerful Force blast that almost shattered the Durasteel outcrop he was heading towards, he slowed himself to a hover and landed upon it, still contemplating about the events that had transpired. Well, at least all wasn't lost. That fool Mas Amedda had been a perfect tool, with all the required authority and weaknesses in the right places. Hell, it wasn't even hard to bend his will completely, given how enthusiastic he seemed about helping Sidious murder Sheev after the former had subjected him to suggestions from the Force.

Amedda had managed to procure a secure hangar for him, along with a shuttle with cloaking ability. The shuttle had been expensive, but it had come out of the Republic's budget, under "Security measures for the protection of the Supreme Chancellor". The two of them were the only ones aware of said starship and it's cloaking technology.

Also, he had managed to eliminate a lot of Jedi, even most of the Council, with his pre-recorded hologram and timely jamming of signals sent out to the GAR troops. True, it hadn't been even close to what he had intended, but still, the Jedi's pride was dented. He would continue to exploit their inaction and stubbornness to his advantage.

He made to stride forward, in the general direction of the hidden hangar, when a massive bout of pain flared up in his chest, stretching down till his pelvis. He doubled over and retched blood onto the floor, all the while his hands seeking to support his aching chest. His eyes went wide as they came away with blood, damp and still flowing, by the looks of it.

Sidious was surprised, more than hurt. He had performed multiple Dark rituals on his robes to prevent any form of Force-based harm coming to him. The robes acted as a passive barrier, that activated instantly when in danger, without him having to think about defending himself. Mind probes, minor Force blasts and even lightning dissipated off it harmlessly, then why exactly was he bleeding? Apparently the blast that had followed after Windu's lightsaber crystal exploded had been extremely powerful, and had Sidious not worn these robes, he would've been crumpled like a Womp rat in the jaws of a Rancor. That was a powerful piece of equipment in his arsenal that had just been destroyed, but no matter, he would procure more. Time was what he had, and he would lay low and work from the shadows for a while before he made his next move apparent.

Sidious was a Master of the Dark Side. He had spent decades studying the Force and it's various properties. During one of the studies that his Master had actually begun, Sidious found a way to influence the Midichlorians to heal an injury.

Midichlorians were microscopic symbiotes that thrived more in areas, or beings, strong in the Force. The Midichlorians inside live beings actually thrived off the Force and in return, accelerated various bodily functions. So, in a way, they needed the Force to live and also were the reason for people to be able to manipulate the Force.

Making use of said bodily function acceleration, Sidious had figured out how to enhance protein generation in his body, to repair torn tissues or heal injuries. This was one of the various branches of research his Master had done, in order to finally be able to 'create' life, and Sidious had been quick to modify it to other benefits.

Drawing in on the remaining Force imbued in his vestments, he fed it into his body, and felt the tissues repair themselves under his hands. He was still surprised at the amount of damage he had sustained, as the healing was not just on the exterior, but also extended to his lungs and other organs. He actually had to use the Force coursing around and within him to replenish blood, which again worked by enhancing blood generation in the bone marrows, as his clothing bled dry by the time he had finished healing his tissues.

Grimacing with discomfort at the newly-formed muscles stretching, he straightened up and threw his Inquisitorial garb aside. They were pointless, now, and would only stand out if someone were to see him. The amount of energy he'd charged into the Force Storm had also tired him out, so he had to escape this planet, fast. Holding the hilt of his saber in his right hand, he ran towards the hangar, pouring on speed by using the Force to enhance his muscular capabilities and stamina. He couldn't stop for any reason, as irrespective of how strong he was, the entire fight had worn him out and he didn't want the Order on his tail. Well, the lower you went on Coruscant, the lesser was the crowd and the number of people hiding from the law increased proportionally. The lower levels were almost uninhabited, and almost all of the population comprised of criminals, drug dealers and similar low-lifes.

He rounded the first corner and came across a group of thugs, who, luckily for him, and unluckily for them, had a speeder. Without pausing, Sidious simply lifted them using the Force and broke their necks simultaneously. An audible crack echoed down the almost empty alleyway. He took a jacket with a hood off a human who looked about his size and found the keys to the speeder in the jacket of the only Rodian in the group. Leaving the remaining bodies as they were, he sped down the alleys, now on a speeder.

It took him half an hour of traversing the various levels of Coruscant to reach the hangar. He made sure to avoid all main streets, sticking to the less-populated back alleys. Still, even though he was taking mostly unused streets, he was surprised as to how many Troopers he saw. None of them were anywhere close enough to stop him, but he supposed that the entire faction of the Army on Coruscant was on high alert. He wondered if there was a blockade above the planet too.

Sensing multiple presences near the entrance to his hangar, he slowed the speeder down to a stop and dismounted. No point in making a dramatic entry and having his cover blown. His face hidden by the hood, he walked towards the entrance purposefully, not paying the squad of Troopers rounding up a gang right next to it. The Troopers took no notice of him as he walked out on to the road, ten strides away from the entrance.

He pulled out his access card and made to access the datapad next to the door, when he felt an armored hand on his shoulder.

"Hold up there. Show me your ID! This section is off limits and there's a curfew being imposed."

Sighing, Sidious turned around to look at the clone that had a blaster pointed at him with one hand.

"What the-", the Clone intoned, taking in the red-rimmed yellow eyes and the dark blue marks on the man's face, right before his speech and torso was sliced through by a red blade that was held in the latter's hand.

Seeing and hearing their comrade fall, the remaining clones turned around and pointed their blasters at the figure, their eyes widening inside their helmets at what the saw.

"OPEN FIRE!", the Lieutenant yelled, partially in panic.

Sidious strode forward, deftly swinging his saber in arcs and reflecting blaster bolts back at the troopers. Three of them fell even before he reached the group. He picked up the one closest to him using the Force and smashed him into the building next to them. Without missing a step, he yanked his hand backwards, pulling the blasters out of the remaining Clone's hands, and before they could realize what had happened, he slashed at them with his saber, effectively reducing their number to just the one Lieutenant, who apparently had enough sense to try and call for reinforcements.

"This is Unit-4761! Target has been spotted! Repeat, Target has been spotted! Request immediate ba-"

Sidious let the Clone's body drop to the floor from where he was impaled on his saber. Well, he couldn't wait to see if anyone had actually received the reinforcement request. Switching off his saber, he walked back towards his hangar and swiped his card at the datapad, which had somehow not been struck by a stray blaster bolt. The door leading to the hangar opened with a hiss, and Sidious walked in, making his way to the ship, only to find it was already powered up and waiting.

As he boarded the ship, lightsaber ready, Mas Amedda's voice floated out from the cockpit.

"My Lord, we got the ship powered up and ready immediately once you gave the Contingency Order. If you would seat yourself, we can depart immediately."

"Good. Tell the crew to take off immediately, and head down here. I have your next task for you.

Less than a minute later, the ship took off, and Amedda made his way to the central seating area.

"There's a blockade around Coruscant, My Lord, but with the cloaking technology being one of the Republic's own, they wouldn't detect us escape past."

Nodding at that, Sidious said "Draw up a list of Crime Syndicates spread across the Galaxy, ordered by strength. I need an army, having been devoid of my current one, and such organized criminal elements make for the best dumb muscle."

"Immediately, Sir.", Amedda said, switching on the holo-projector in the center of the lounge.

"Also, have you received any further word from Maul?"

"No, My Lord, not after the last update. Even now, the Jedi and the galaxy, at large, remain oblivious as to his continued existence. Even I myself have not found out Lord Maul's location, despite being in direct communication wi-*ack*"

Amedda clawed at his throat, his eyes widening with fear at the sudden constriction that prevented him from breathing.

"Speak more than you're asked to again, and I will cut out your tongue. You will only know as much as I deem required.", he said, relinquishing the Force Choke after a second.

The tall Chagrian fell to his knees, gasping for air.

"O-of course, M-My Lord. Ap-Apologies."

Sidious stood up from his chair and walked to the cockpit, which was the only room on the ship with a view of the outside. The ship was a model from the times of the Sith Empire, and this particular ship had been owned previously by very powerful Sith Lords, during the time of the Treaty of Coruscant. It had been carefully hidden and retrofitted with the best upgrades ever since, before it's location was lost a thousand years ago. Darth Sidious had been the one to find this ship again, and had it brought back to working condition, to serve as his personal Starship. With four precision laser cannons controlled from the cockpit, missile launchers, hyperspace-capable and shielding technology, this ship was much better than most other ships in the galaxy at the moment. His Master had guided him to the location of the vessel, and he marveled at it's menacing look.

Previously owned by the Sith Emperor's Wrath and Darth Baras and having been originally developed by Grand Moff Kilran, the Fury-class Imperial Interceptor sped past the blockade above Coruscant, completely undetected, while Darth Sidious sat on the Captain's chair, plugging coordinates into the star map. A moment later, the stars that looked like pin-pricks elongated into streaks of light, and the ship blasted off into hyperspace.

(The Sith Academy, Korriban)

Korriban. Ancient birthplace of the Sith. The Jedi believed ruins were all that was left of them. A blind belief that would, one day, lead to their inevitable ruin.

The Sith Academy's massive structure loomed over the various other ruins and tombs in the area, as the Fury angled itself towards the landing pad near the building. It had been forty years, since reclamation had started on this planet and twenty five years ago, the now-operational Sith Academy had received it's first batch of trainees: Force-sensitive children, that Darth Plagueis and Sidious had found around the galaxy. Originally trained to be just assassins, these acolytes got new purpose under the command of Darth Sidious: to make an army, an unbeatable army, comprised of only Sith.

Korriban was a lost world, and hence, there was no Republic outpost left to keep an eye on the planet. It had been almost easy for Sidious to set his plans to motion here. He wanted an Empire, one he could rule over as an Emperor. He saw the Rule of Two as a means to an end, so did his Master, his true Master. Visions and a voice had led the young Sith apprentice to Korriban, forty years ago, and it was here, in a tomb of some long forgotten Sith Lord that he encountered the spirit of his Master. The spirit claimed to be the still-existing soul of a Sith Emperor who was believed to have died thousands of years ago, and naturally, Sidious had not believed him, and was extremely wary.

Sensing his disbelief, the Spirit drew him in, through the Force, and showed him visions of his prowess at the height of his rule. The power to subdue anyone, the power over the wills of the masses and the power to destroy...entire planets.

The vision had left Sidious panting, and he passed out on the floor from the experience. Waking up a few hours later, he found the Spirit to be still lingering about and now, with new-found belief, he asked for what he wanted: a way to acquire such power. The Spirit, lacking a body of it's own, latched a part of it's soul onto his own, and guided him. It was at the Spirit's request that he had brought his Master here, and had laid the foundations of the Academy, although, as far as his Master knew, it was only to train Force-sensitive assassins that would prove to be extremely useful to them. It was also at the Spirit's request that he slew Darth Plagueis in his sleep, lest he prove to be against their plans.

In time, Sidious grew powerful, and believed to have gained the Spirit's trust. It was then, that the Spirit finally revealed it's name to him, when it had been alive, and been Emperor: Vitiate. The Sith Emperor who had transcended mortality and did not require a body to survive. He could even take any being as a vessel, if he so wished it. No mind was too formidable against him, and Sidious was promised such a power. Drunk with the thought of being Emperor, he continued to watch over the Sith Academy, now with over two hundred acolytes and five Sith Lords.

His dream, as was his Master's, was to establish the Sith Empire of old. The Dark Council would rule over the entire Galaxy, while he, the Emperor, would rule over them all. His powers would know no bounds, and he was already much stronger than he could've ever imagined under Plagueis.

Plagueis may have been strong, but he was forgetting the true purpose of the Sith, and the Sith Code. The Jedi were his main enemy, but the plan he'd put in motion to get rid of them completely had failed. All because of that...boy. He had underestimated Skywalker's strength in the Force, and his Master was bound to be upset at that. The previous times, he had tortured him, using just visions and, needless to say, Sidious found displeasing his Master very unappealing.

Still, he would have to devise a new way to destroy the Jedi, throwing the Galaxy into turmoil, if he must. The Jedi were weak, and survival of the fittest was the only omnipresent rule throughout the Galaxy. Confrontations, and eventually wars, were brewing in the horizon. The Galaxy would change, one way or the other, and Sidious was sure he would not lose.

Peace, after all, was a lie.

Lord Maul walked out of the entrance of the Sith Academy, having picked up his Master's ship's signal when it dropped out of hyperspace. He breathed in the air of the planet, drawing in on the Force around him, tainted in Dark energy. It always refreshed him, in his own perverse way. Clad in the traditional vestments of a Sith Warrior, a deep brown chest-piece with a red sash around it, and black leggings and boots, he made his way towards the landing pad, his lightsaber's hilt glinting in the sun while dangling off his hip.

After Maul's plan to take over the various Crime Syndicates for an army of his own had failed spectacularly, ending with his brother's death, Darth Sidious had tortured him for almost two months, during which he was, painfully, made to recognize his flaws and faults. Then, Sidious had told him about his plan, and Maul's role in it, with a promise for revenge once he fulfilled what was asked of him: to train an army of Sith Acolytes, all armed with lightsabers. Maul had only been too glad to comply, as he was being promised enough bloodshed and power over the Academy to make his knees weak. Ever since then, he had been confined to this planet, training the various new recruits in the Dark Side, trying to find out what they were adept at, Sorcery, Lightsaber combat, Force-based attacks and so on.

The Fury came to a halt on the pad, and the loading ramp opened with a hiss. Darth Sidious walked down it's length, wearing a dark black and purple set of robes with a cloak and cowl, followed by a Chagrian, probably a non-Force sensitive servant of his, who scampered back up the length of the ship once Sidious had finished instructing him. Without a glance backwards, Sidious strode purposefully towards him, his demeanor not showing any emotion, but Maul was able to perceive his anger ripple out through the Force.

Maul dropped to one knee and bowed when Sidious was close enough to him.

"Rise, Lord Maul. I would like an update on the situation in the Academy.", he said shortly.

"We are on track with your proposed timeline, My Lord. There next batch of Acolytes are set to finish their trials in a week. They're pathetic, most of the others, but there are a few promising ones amongst the rabble."

"Good, and now, I sense you wish to continue on your path of revenge against that Jedi, Kenobi."

"Yes, My Lord. I wish to see him suffer for what he brought upon me and my brother."

"Patience, my apprentice. In time, all will come to pass. You will have your revenge."

The two figures walked back towards the Academy's pyramidal structure. The Academy Guards knelt as Sidious strode past them, his cloak sweeping along, fluttering slightly in the wind. Within the Academy's interior, acolytes moved about, either heading to meet their Overseers or studying the giant obelisk in the centre of the hall. Two staircases led up to the first floor, situated at the far corners of the hall from where Sidious entered. Each acolyte paused and bowed when they saw him, before continuing along their duties.

Sidious took the stairs and made it to the first level, with Maul following, his metal legs clanking against the stairs. An elevator brought them to the upper level, where the original Dark Council chamber was located. Sidious considered himself to be the only person powerful enough to have a seat on the Council. Hierarchically, the Council members, with the title Darth, would be at the top, right under him, followed by Sith Lords and then acolytes and such. After he deemed others worthy enough to be Councilors, he intended to ascend to the title of Emperor, leaving the politics and the Academy to the Council. He intended to focus on his larger goal: to conquer the galaxy, and make an Empire stronger than any other.

He strode into the Council chamber and took the chair he'd had erected at the far end of the room, the one that sat at the head of the two rows of chairs. Thrones, more than chairs, but like the Republic Senate, the Council seats were referred to as such.

Maul stood a distance from him, hands clasped behind his back. Once seated, Sidious looked at him and spoke.

"Your next immediate task, Lord Maul, is to bring back your allies from the various Crime Syndicates you had under your command together. My servant, Mas Amedda, has compiled a further list of such criminal elements, and I grant you express right to turn them to our cause, willingly or otherwise. I need an army of soldiers, and these mercenaries provide for the best trained dumb muscle in the galaxy. Make haste, Lord Maul, and you would have earned my favor, yet again."

"It will be done, My Lord.", Maul bowed and left the Council chamber, leaving Darth Sidious to his machinations and plotting.

Leaving the Sith Academy, Maul made his way to the shuttle dock where a ship waited for him to take him to the planet's orbit, where, at a small station, multiple ships including his were docked. Mentally ticking off the various syndicates that had been under him, he intended to head to Mandalore first. Ever since the death of Duchess Satine, the planet was in civil unrest, and he figured that the recent developments in the Galaxy would have done nothing to decelerate the situation. Maul had found out about Clone Contingency Order 65, and had realized that the purge of the Jedi his Master had tried to initiate had failed. The Death Watch, or at least the faction of it that recognized his command, was still active on Mandalore, fighting Bo Katan's faction for leadership of Mandalore. They would be the first he would recruit. There was no point in wasting such seasoned warriors on such a small, pitiful planet anyway.

Maul had failed to completely unify his army, partially because his vision had been too small. All he had wanted was to get back at Kenobi and the Jedi, and in his blind thirst for revenge, he'd failed to see a larger picture. Lord Sidious had made sure he learnt from his mistakes, painfully.

Still, he felt such a unification and attempt at bringing back the Sith Empire was actually possible, under his Master. He felt a power in him that he hadn't the last time Maul had been his apprentice. It was almost as if his Master had found a source of infinite power to channel his strength. He'd had his doubts, originally, but quickly overcame them when Lord Sidious had incinerated an acolyte for begging for mercy.

He came out of his reverie as the ship docked with the space station. Another hurdle they would have to overcome was the obvious requirement of a powerful fleet. Almost all of the criminal empires had ships and fleets, but none of them had enough to match the firepower or strength of a Republic Capital ship. Those ships could single-handedly fire turbolasers and deploy a multitude of troops, and the GAR had a lot of them. Maul wondered what Sidious intended to do about that. Still, he would complete the task given to him, and to that end, he detached his starship from the docking station, punching the coordinates for Mandalore into the navicomputer at the same time. A moment later, the ship aligned itself along it's trajectory, and sped off into hyperspace.

(Coruscant; 3 months after Order 65)

Anakin awoke with a start, gasping for breath. Even though the set temperature in their room was low, he was perspiring badly. Taking deep, ragged breaths to calm his racing heart, Anakin slowly got off his bed, checking to see if Padme was still asleep. She shifted a bit when he lifted the covers, but immediately went back to sleep. He walked over to the cribs near Padme's side of the bed and smiled as he beheld his sleeping children. He brushed the fingertips of his non-cybernetic hand against their foreheads, and walked out of the bedroom, heading towards the balcony that overlooked most of the Senate District of Coruscant.

The upper levels of Coruscant were always buzzing with activity, irrespective of the time of the day. A sea of vehicles sped past on each aerial lane, and the landscape seemed alive due to the multiple specks of light from the windows of each building. Sighing, he leaned against the railing as he ran a hand through his hair. He had been having parts of the same vision of that dark mask ever since he'd waken up after fighting the Sith. It always left him terrified and unable to sleep for the remainder of the night. He wondered what the vision meant, and why did it show his hand, using his lightsaber, killing a Jedi youngling? Anakin could never imagine himself even thinking of such an act, forget doing it, so what did that vision mean? And why did he actually feel like he had seen this vision long before? He needed answers, but had no idea as to where he could find them. He would've continued his reverie if not for Padme's voice that broke him out of it.

"Can't sleep, honey? Another nightmare?"

Sighing, he turned around, nodding a confirmation. She was dressed in just her night gown, and had a very bad case of pillow hair, but to him, she still looked beautiful, like an angel, as he had described her the first time he saw her.

"Tell me about it. Is it the same one?"

"It's-It's nothing, sweetheart. Please, go back to sleep. I will join you in a while."

"Anakin, how long is it going to take for you to be completely honest with me? I know you have nightmares because I wake up every time you do. I never pursued it hoping that you would tell me of your own accord, but...". Pausing, she shook her head and continued "Was it another vision? Like the one you had of your mother?"

He looked at her slowly, before nodding and looking back down at the floor.

"Yeah, although it's just bits and pieces of a vision. Still, every single time, I see this black mask with a breather, and it scares the living Force out of me for some reason. I also see my hand, with my lightsaber in it, cutting down a youngling, of all people. I wonder what it means, as all I can think of after this is-", he choked. Swallowing, he looked back up at her with a haunted look in his eyes.

"All I can think of is what I did on Tatooine. That village of Sand People that I murdered in cold blood. Tell me, Padme, am I some sort of monster?"

Padme stepped in front of him and took his face in her hands, gently caressing his cheeks.

"No, a monster is the last thing you are. Look at what you have accomplished. You are a loving father, an amazing husband, and a Jedi Master that the entire Order respects. No evil person could ever be any of those things. Listen to me, honey. It's time you put your past behind you. It was a mistake that a very emotionally imbalanced teenager made, and you are no longer that child. You have done so much for the galaxy that you have more than repaid for your sin. They tortured and killed your mother, Anakin. Only a monster would not feel angry at that."

Anakin merely nodded slowly and kissed the inside of her palm, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They held each other that way for a minute, before Anakin looked up at her face and whispered, "Thank you, my love. You always know what to say to drive my fears away."

"Can't have my husband moping around all the time, now can I? Picked up a thing or two on smooth-talking from all the time I spent in the senate.", she giggled back.

Anakin scoffed and pulled her closer to him, his lips an inch away from hers.

"I love you.", he whispered, staring into her eyes unblinkingly. She immediately pulled his lips onto hers, while her arms moved from his face down to his shoulder. Anakin straightened up and lifted her from her shoulders, at which she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist.

All the while kissing her, he carried her to their bedroom, leaving his worries and thoughts behind.

There was a place and a time for everything, and this was not either for pondering on such dark thoughts. Master Yoda would be disappointed in him, but then again, he didn't really care at this very moment.

It had been around 3 months since the Order had discovered the taint in the Force nexus on Coruscant and had decided to shift back to the Temple on Tython, the planet that was believed to be the birthplace of the Jedi. Even though the Temple had been in prime working condition for nigh over a century, it had taken almost a month and a pretty large workforce to bring the Temple back to it's original condition, a place where Jedi could be trained and could live their lives, if they chose to. The Jedi were yet to explore the changes to the remainder of the problems, and as far as reports went, trouble was brewing, with unrest amongst the local species like Flesh Raiders. They were a species that had evolved on Tython, partially due to the imbalance created in Tython's Force nexus, and were almost like a disease that had to be removed. The Order, during the days of the Old Republic, had never sought out to exterminate said species, and it had even led to a time where the Flesh Raiders had taken up arms and there were even rumors of a Flesh Raider being able to wield the Force.

The Twi'lek population had increased by quite a bit, expanding beyond just the one village they'd had during the times of the Old Republic. Kalikori village still housed their largest population, but they had managed to establish another two villages. The Twi'lek population hadn't expanded as much as it could have in so long partially due to their continuous skirmishes against the Flesh Raiders.

The Jedi Temple on Tython now housed the bulk of the Jedi Order, with most younglings, Padawans and Knights having left in the first two months since the decision to shift was made. The Council was yet to hold their initial meeting in the Council room on Tython, which was in a week's time. The holocrons were starting to be shifted back to the library on Tython from their Archives, discreetly.

The Jedi had also consented to training a group of already well-trained Clone Troopers from the GAR in combat, everything from hand-to-hand to fighting with staffs. This group comprised mostly of ARC Troopers or Captains and many Republic Commandos. This entire group had been nicknamed The Knight's Fist, and just like the rest of the GAR, were directly under the command of Supreme Commander Anakin Skywalker. The Senate had seen no need for a change in that.

In short, Tython was poised to be the heart of the Jedi Order for the next few centuries or so.