The Coruscant sky was beginning to turn orange and red as Master Yai Drakus and his Padawan, Oram Maximus, strolled with pace towards the council chamber in the impressive feat of architecture that was the Jedi Temple. They were to receive a mission that was to be between only themselves and the council. It was no secret the Empire wasn't completely defeated yet, and it was also suspected that there were still deceiving Sith Infiltrators within the Jedi ranks. With the war semi-over, or something along those lines, Yai became a Jedi Master and made sure to pick out Oram to teach him everything as a mentor, as they had been friends since meeting on the boy's homeworld that fateful day... Upon entering the council chamber, Yai would incline the upper half of his body to the seated Jedi; ten of the most accomplished and wisest Force-sensitives in the Republic. Three of them were being transmitted as holograms, as they were currently busy offworld. The Grandmaster was a male Twi'lek with light red skin, muscular but with an aura of absolute peace about him. Not that old, and not too young either when considering his position within the Jedi. He stood and inclined his head toward Master Drakus and his Padawan, smiling before taking his seat again. "Welcome. I won't keep you long, Yai, I know you'd like to get on task as soon as possible. It's good to see your new Padawan is ready as well, I can sense his eagerness!" the Grandmaster spoke calmly and clearly, his accent was quite soft despite how large he was. "Now, this is for our ears only. Yai, we'd like you to track a certain Sith Lord who, according to Intelligence, has been rallying lost and confused Imperials and Sith to his command. We don't need an organised Imperial force terrorising the Republic as it recovers from the loss and destruction from the war. To prevent this matter from worsening, we've decided we must cut the head off the serpent - whether that means bringing him in quietly or defeating the Lord in battle, we leave to your discretion." Yai raised an eyebrow at this, and merely replied to the Grandmaster, "Tall order." The Twi'lek nodded once before continuing, "We will also require intelligence on the remaining Imperial forces in detail. Scattering them again will just mean they can rally under another new leader. They will surrender and come quietly, or we and the Republic will resort to force." "Aggressive pacifism at it's best, Master." Yai smirked as he looked down at his Padawan. "We'll do it. I expect details, contacts and equipment will be on my ship, prepped for takeoff?" The Council all nodded in unison, of course everything was ready, so Yai could just get on with his work. Master Drakus was their go-to guy for no nonsense missions. He wasn't reluctant when it came to matters like this, and he'd taught his Padawan well enough to stand with him in battle. If it came to it, they could more than likely take a Sith Lord... But that was just it, they had to find him first. No doubt, he'd be surrounded by swarms of Sith and Imperial troops. "Right... Then we'll be off." Yai rather confidently said as he turned to leave the council chamber sharpish, and head towards the temple hangar bay. After the doors closed behind them, the Master placed a hand on his Padawan's jet black hair and messed it up a little, "Oram, I do hope you like starships...?" ---------- Meanwhile in the medical bay of the Jedi Temple, Aria was kicking back and relaxing on her own bed among the other injured Jedi from the war. She was dressed up in a grey variant of Jedi robes, ready to leave, despite being told she still had a day or two to fully recover. Healers and sages calmly walked around the large room, providing assistance where they could. There wasn't any reason Aria couldn't just up and leave, but she didn't have anything better to do! Cronic was supposed to stop by after returning from some outer rim world, investigating any Imperial presences in the area. Might be an excuse to finally ditch the med bay!