"That didn't go so bad," Jason says as he leaves the briefing room with Col. Norad.
"Hmph," was the gruff reply. "Jedi. I wouldn't be disappointed if I never saw one again. Now we have two armies of them getting ready to fight each other."
"Do you really think it will be that serious?" Jason asks. "Wouldn't Revan just stage some sort of coup with the council and leave the rest of the Republic out of it?"
"Fat chance," Norad grumbles. "It'll be Exar Kun all over again. He and Malak won't be satisfied to take the Council. They'll be after the whole galaxy. They beat the Mandalorians only to take their place. And half our Navy to boot!"
He boards a shuttle back to the fleet to make preparations for a defensive line. Jason heads to the Council to explain the situation.
...Meanwhile...
Daan stiffens, the hair rising on the back of his neck.
Sith are here. Within the Temple itself!
Slowly he enters the dark halls, making his way through the maze of corridors.
Someone is coming!
With a flash his lightsaber is activated, clashing with another in midair...
But they are both green!
"Nur-Jii Daan?" a voice asks.
Master Kavar steps into the light of their blades. Daan steps back and bows.
"I am sorry master, I thought..."
The hair on the back of his neck stands straight up. A Kovasn is beside the Jedi Master. Quicker than thought his blade is sizzling at the Kovasn's throat.
"What are you doing here?"
...Meanwhile...
All Yi'shar could think of was trap. He backs away, holding his lightsaber pointed at the woman's chest.
"What are you doing here? Where's Lori?" he asks.
He reaches out through the Force. There are only 3 living beings anywhere closeby. Himself, Lori, and this...person. It was possible that the Sith, or whatever it was, could be hiding his presence. But the odds were greater that he was able to shift his image.
"Lori?" he calls.
