[center][b]Worror - Jedi Temple, Coruscant[/b][/center]

Worror looked at a passing initiates, being ushered by a teacher. One of the initiates cried out "Master! Somethings coming." He watched as the female Twi'lek turned around with a re-assuring smile upon her face. "Rest easy younglings. The ripples you feel are no more than an aftershock of the battle here." She nodded at Worror as he passed. "All will be as it once was soon, the war is almost over and our lives can return to normal." He could feel the initiates uncontrolled surge of happiness in the Force. It infected him and made him too smile, or at least tilt his head in his species equivalent of a smile. Yes, all would soon be as it once was. The Jedi would return to traveling the galaxy helping people, not fighting a war. They would travel from world to world meeting the many species of he galaxy and make a difference where it mattered, not just where it was [i]strategically important[/i]. The sense of optimism pushed away the cloud that had been following him for the whole day.

Dooku was dead, and he heard that Grevious had been killed earlier that day. It would not be long until balance was restored and Darth Sidious was found and brought to justice for the crime of dividing the galaxy and getting thousands of beings killed. While he regretted that Darth Sidious would likely be killed in the fight between him (or her) and the Jedi Order he felt that for once the killing could be justified. Dooku had been twisted and lied to against the Republic, Grevious had been a being turned part droid and then against the Jedi Order. Every death byt he hands of the two Separatist leaders and everyone else who had died in the bloody war originated from Darth Sidious the mastermind behind it all. He shuddered too think of what such a being would look like.

Though as he came across another group of students heading back to their dormitories after a long day of study he let these thoughts go, and pushed them aside. Returning to his calm and peaceful demeanor. Some of them were still on edge, the Battle of Coruscant had been a shock to them all. Obviously secret the secret of the Nexus Route had somehow leaked (or been stolen) by the Separatists who felt they could turn the war around by attacking Coruscant itself. If not for the heroic Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker that day may have been lost and the past couple of weeks would have been entirely different.

Though they had stood tall, a testament to what it was to be Jedi. He had met them several times, Kenobi and Skywalker. He had always seen him as two sides of the same Credit chit. Kenobi was the wisdom and the experience and Skywalker was the power. If they had been the same being that would have been an amazing Jedi indeed. He only hoped that Kenobi could impart some of his wisdom onto young Skywalker so that such power would not go to waste once this war was finally over. He entered the archives with the same level of calm that he always felt within the archives. Several of the bigger institutes within the galaxy liked to boast that they had the largest collection of history in the galaxy.

They were mistaken. The Jedi Order was thousands of years old, exploring systems some people had only dreamed off and all this information was kept here. On millions of databanks, with just as many terminals and as far as he heard even some old [i]books[/i] somewhere within the archives. Likely kept safe by Madame Jocasta. She was very protective of the archive after all. He saw Seris moving quite swiftly through the archives, likely she was feeling the same tremor everyone else was feeling in the Force. He grew concerned at that, especially after he heard her shout at two padawans to find their masters.

He sometimes wished that the age rules on the order were not so set in stone, he felt she would have been an ample candidate what with her skill and mindset. Though right now her lack of training was likely getting to her. Plotting her next move, if she was indeed predicting something bad was coming, he made his way to the exit with the shortest distance between Seris' office and the council chambers. He again smiled, this time the gesture was useless of course Seris didn't see the world in the same way as most beings. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she had such an interesting outlook? Not a Jedi but connected to the Force in the same way a Jedi was?

He spoke, the translator sitting atop his neck echoing his voice (Slightly louder than his real voice) in Galactic Basic. "Seris, my friend. I thought you had something new for me to see." He tilted his head to the left in a questioning gesture. Again useless, but habit. "Unless this is another Joke to get me away from the gardens. I did promise you despite the time I spend there I am not becoming a tree."

[center][b]Captain Traest Kre'la - [i]Edep Ruk[/i], Gowri Orbit[/b][/center]

He was bearing his teeth. He didn't even realize he was doing until until the channel from the surface opened and the face of the Quarren commander obviously recoiled, he tried to turn it into a smile as best he could. Though technically he should be professional in the face of a commanding officer at all times. Despite his commanding officer being a joke. Though he wasn't much better, oh he had experience. He had training however he should never have been the one commanding the defense of such an important world. Were they loosing the war so badly that they required a mere captain to defend a major shipbuilding world?

"How does it look up there Captain?" He wasn't a speciest, far from it. Though he had to admit, without a single thread of a doubt he [i]hated[/i] the sound of a Quarren speaking. Though perhaps it was merely this Quarren? He ceased his smile as he replied to her. "We have two Venators and support ships bearing down on us. A surprisingly small fleet for a world as important as this. I predict they are merely probing our defenses for a larger scale assault or trying to goad is into an ambush. I would recommend at this time that any ships capable of combat be prepared but not launched." He knew for a fact at least three of the Munificent frigates parked on the planet were ready for combat, having checked the records himself. The general merely nodded, she was greener than he was. He didn't know how she had gained this command... though he didn't want to put too much faith in her should this turn into a ground and space skirmish.

"Captain." The metallic voice came from behind him. [i]Roger[/i]. He nodded again at the general, casting his eyes at the readouts from the sensors. Something had to be happening otherwise Roger would never have bothered him. "I am afraid General the enemy are launching strike craft. I will call you if there are any developments." Without so much as a word he signaled to a droid who cut the line as he turned to face his T-Series tactical droid. They hadn't even graced him with a Super-Tactical. "Time to get to work Roger, prepare all fighters. When they break away from their command ships send in squadrons from three ships and keep our own in reserve."

All he got from that was. "Once again a name is an ineffective form of identification." He just sighed and lowered his head in resignation. This war had went on for far too long, he missed being close to real flesh and blood [i]people[/i].