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Didn't all the passwords get reset when we had that hacker issue?

Ok, that's cool. I didn't know if it was like a Serbian sports team's logo or something else...that's a good idea for an emblem tho.

yeah, so back to my original question....what is your avatar from George?

thanks. Jest came back in the nick of time.

Anyway, this game looks so awesome!!! It'll be an epic game!

"The loss of your padawan is troubling, Grand Master Skywalker."

The whole council eyed Tran judgmentally, even haughtily. Master Ti'gla frowned menacingly. Master Grom's expression wasn't as openly hostile, but perhaps even more contemptuous.

"How can the rest of the students be expected to follow the Jedi Code when the Grand Master's own pupil has committed such things," Grom continued. "Your first padawan becoming a grey Jedi is one thing, but this...This is unacceptable."

"I wonder...is it the history of your bloodline that makes your students turn aside from the Jedi path...Or your own inadequacy as a Jedi?" Ti'gla interjected with a sneer.

Tran stood straight, still, unflinching under the interrogation of the council. He had foreseen this.

"I offer no explanation or defense," he said. "My students are trained in the Jedi ways just as yours are. I do not make their choices for them. They have free will, and will choose the path they deem the wisest. I have faith that my teachings will guide them, either now or in years to come when they have more understanding."

"Until then, your students are becoming a corrupting force in this order!" said Grom.

"Two students in twenty years hardly constitutes a force."

"Your ability to guide this council has come into question, therefore we recommend you be relieved of your duties as Grand Master until a thorough investigation can be made!" Ti'gla said.

"That is a matter for the whole council to decide, Master Ti'gla," said an aged Rodian in broken Basic. "You may put it to a vote if you wish, but do not speak for us in this decision."

Tran winced at the memory. Hyperspace always brought visions to him...past...present...future...

"I hate spacetravel!" he said to himself.

------------------Meanwhile-----------------------------------
(Coruscant)

Bao hurries to the far side of the rubble.

"Lift, through the Force. The three of us can get this off of him!" he yells.

Stretching out his arms, he telekinetically grips the wall segment and thrusts upward. The size and weight are immense. Don't let that distract you he tells himself. Feel the Force welling up underneath it, lifting it like a flood.

The walls trembles.

"Get ready to pull him out!" he gasps to Keir.

Marshmellow

mhmmm...........that usually works out really well.