Deeper they dig their own graves...
“Begun, the end of the Jedi has.” Yoda whispered it to no one in particular, hanging back from the arguing masters in the corridor ahead of him. As time went on, the expression on young Anakin’s face continued to haunt him. The boy came to the Jedi begging for amnesty for himself and his companion. They had asked for help.
The elderly master shuffled towards the ringleader of the young masters, head down. It was a disturbing cap to a peaceful, happy career as a Jedi. The master looked down at him, nodding grimly. “It will work.”
“Mmm.” He frowned. “Too far, I fear.”
“Your pardon, Master Yoda…?”
“Gone too far, we have, in using the methods of the Sith.”
“Master Yoda, will all due respect, this is our last chance. After the Sith left us, and then kidnapped both the clone and the child… we are running out of options. They have relocated the funds, but if we can alert the Republic to their presence… we might be able to catch them, or bring the clone home to be… educated.”
“Approve, I do not, of your latest scheme. Backfire it may, as have all plans before.” Yoda shuddered, looking into the room.
“Master, she’s harmless. She’s got no more Force sensitivity then a light bulb. We blocked her powers far more carefully then before, she won’t even know she has them. And… well, we’re hoping her presence may lure the clone back to us.”
Yoda opened his mouth and then froze, as another master and a beautiful young woman stepped into the hall. Her white hair was long and intricately braided, and her cobalt eyes were serious, in a face so young. She was dressed in an ornate, velvet dress the color of a Coruscant sunset, and amber earrings dangled from her lobes to match. She smiled softly, and bowed to Yoda respectfully. Apart from looks, the similarities between the girl before him and the Sith she had been cloned from were as stark as night and day. “Master Yoda, you honor me with your visit.”
“My pleasure, it is.” He bowed back, impressed in spite of himself. The masters had done well.
“I would love to speak at length, but we are approaching the Senators of the Republic tonight to request that the Jedi be given full autonomy under the Republic command. This will streamline the time spend in middle management, if your kind do not need to wait for an official permission for every plan you undertake.” She smiled softly, far more innocent then her predecessor. “I take my position as liaison between the Jedi and the Senate very seriously.”
“May the Force be with you.”
“And also with you.” She bowed again, standing straight and following her two Jedi guardians to the pulpit. Yoda watched her leave, frowning.
“You see, Master Yoda? She is perfect. She is exactly what we need. If she’s got half the talent of her predecessor at persuasion, the Republic will be serving our needs in no time.”
Yoda shuddered, closing his eyes and tightly gripping his cane. When had it come to this…
The elderly master shuffled towards the ringleader of the young masters, head down. It was a disturbing cap to a peaceful, happy career as a Jedi. The master looked down at him, nodding grimly. “It will work.”
“Mmm.” He frowned. “Too far, I fear.”
“Your pardon, Master Yoda…?”
“Gone too far, we have, in using the methods of the Sith.”
“Master Yoda, will all due respect, this is our last chance. After the Sith left us, and then kidnapped both the clone and the child… we are running out of options. They have relocated the funds, but if we can alert the Republic to their presence… we might be able to catch them, or bring the clone home to be… educated.”
“Approve, I do not, of your latest scheme. Backfire it may, as have all plans before.” Yoda shuddered, looking into the room.
“Master, she’s harmless. She’s got no more Force sensitivity then a light bulb. We blocked her powers far more carefully then before, she won’t even know she has them. And… well, we’re hoping her presence may lure the clone back to us.”
Yoda opened his mouth and then froze, as another master and a beautiful young woman stepped into the hall. Her white hair was long and intricately braided, and her cobalt eyes were serious, in a face so young. She was dressed in an ornate, velvet dress the color of a Coruscant sunset, and amber earrings dangled from her lobes to match. She smiled softly, and bowed to Yoda respectfully. Apart from looks, the similarities between the girl before him and the Sith she had been cloned from were as stark as night and day. “Master Yoda, you honor me with your visit.”
“My pleasure, it is.” He bowed back, impressed in spite of himself. The masters had done well.
“I would love to speak at length, but we are approaching the Senators of the Republic tonight to request that the Jedi be given full autonomy under the Republic command. This will streamline the time spend in middle management, if your kind do not need to wait for an official permission for every plan you undertake.” She smiled softly, far more innocent then her predecessor. “I take my position as liaison between the Jedi and the Senate very seriously.”
“May the Force be with you.”
“And also with you.” She bowed again, standing straight and following her two Jedi guardians to the pulpit. Yoda watched her leave, frowning.
“You see, Master Yoda? She is perfect. She is exactly what we need. If she’s got half the talent of her predecessor at persuasion, the Republic will be serving our needs in no time.”
Yoda shuddered, closing his eyes and tightly gripping his cane. When had it come to this…