Jedi Temple | Coruscant | 19 BBY
The silence was deafening. In days past, the main concourse of the Jedi Temple would have been bustling with activity, filled with starry eyed Younglings and smug Padawans, Masters on various assignments, maintenance droids, and even non-Jedi security. Being the central hub of the Temple, the Concourse lead to the Archives in the South, and the primary entrance in the North, with offshoots to the various rooms, halls, and chambers in between. Today, however, what was once a crowded thoroughfare, was nearly empty. A service droid swept the southern transept, while another appeared to be dusting the large statue that occupied the centre of the room. A pair of young Jedi were sitting on a pair of benches in the farthest corner, whispering to one another. An elderly Jedi was in the opposite corner, asleep by the looks of it. It was all... unsettling, for Shaak Ti.
The Togrutan Jedi Master had grown up in the Temple, and it was where she felt most at home, apart from the savannahs of her native Shili. Despite her people's communal nature, Ti had thrived here, among the hustle and bustle. Now, with so many Jedi in the field, sent to far flung corners of the Galaxy to lead their Grand Army into battle, her home felt empty.
Sitting on the edge of the central fountain, with the enormous statue of an unamed Jedi looming above her, Shaak Ti silently took it all in. The past few days had been hard. Beneath her traditional robes, a small comfort of home, her body was still bruised and battered, a reminder of the Battle of Coruscant, and of her failure. The skill of the Jedi Healers was unmatched, and while they may have seen to her body, they could not purge her of her guilt.
"You look unsettled," a deep voice said, cutting through the silence of the Concourse, and vibrating in Ti's mind. "Did you forget about our briefing?"
Ti looked up slightly, broken from her reverie by the sound.
"Aren't we all unsettled, Mace," Shaak Ti replied, her soft voice a whisper in such a large room. "No, I did not forget."
Mace Windu sat beside her, folded his hands across his knees, and leaned forward.
"I know the last few days have been, well, hard, Shaak. But you cannot blame yourself for what happened."
Ti shook her head, her lekku gracefully swaying from side to side.
"It is not just about the battle. Ever since that day, my vision has been... clouded, like a sheet placed over a lantern. I try to medidate, to calm myself, to release myself into the Force, but, its as though something is blocking me, pulling me back into the real world. I feel like I am missing something, something so obvious, so clear."
"I think you speak for the entire Council. We have all felt the Dark Side's effects, it is clouding our vision. Not even Master Yoda can see what the future holds."
Ti looked to her right, making eye contact with her friend, the sadness in her voice replaced with sudden urgency.
"We were so close Mace, in the Works. We were on Sidious' trail, we know he is in the Capital. It just does not feel right, getting our first solid lead, our first shred of evidence that Dooku was telling the truth on Geonosis, only to have our attention drawn away by Grievous and his assault."
Windu nodded sagely, but allowed Ti to continue.
"It cannot be a coincidence that just was we were getting close, the capital was attacked. How better to distract the Jedi than to kidnap the Supreme Chancellor?"
"I agree," Mace interjected, standing from the fountain's ledge. "The connection between the two is unmistakable. If Sidious is behind this war, if we really were on his trail, capturing Palpatine would be the best way to keep us off the Sith's scent. Come, we cant be late for this meeting."
Ti stood as well, brushing a fleck of dust from her robes. The pair began to walk down the elevated Western transept, their fine leather boots softly heralding their approach through the largely empty corridor.
"When this War is won, I fear Sidious may be more dangerous even than before," Ti said, hands folded in front of her. "If Dooku is to be trusted, then thousands of Senators are under his sway. The Jedi could win the war, but the Sith might win the peace."
"Palpatine's intransigence is not helping in that regard," Windu replied with more than a little venom in his voice. "He has amassed far more power than I am comfortable with, and is blocking us at every turn. If the Sith have gotten to him, or his office, then the threat we face is greater than we realize."
"And we have put our faith in young Skywalker."
Ti glanced at Windu, whose face had furrowed into a distinct frown at the mere mention of the name.
"I trust him even less than you do Shaak, but there is no one we have that can get as close, no one we have that actually has Palpatine's ear. If Sidious is as entrenched in the political sphere as we fear he is, the only way to root him out is to confront him openly. Skywalker does his best work out in the open."
Ti shook her head.
"I would argue further, but you already heard my opinion in the Council. I understand the plan, Mace, I am just wary of the consequences. If Skywalker gets too close, if Sidious is spooked, provoked into doing something rash..."
"Then we will have pushed him into the open, where we can confront him. As I said."
"As you said."
The pair were nearing the briefing room, a large, oblong chamber with a massive holo-projector at one end. Entering, they saw that they were the last to arrive. Masters Tiin and Kcaj were on opposite sides of the room, but both poring over data pads that no doubt held the missives from the Outer Rim. Master Drallig was near the projector, arms folded, inspecting his lightsaber hilt. And Master Fisto appeared to be trying to tell a joke to Master Kolar, despite the Zabrak's unmoved expression.
"... don't you get it," Ti heard as she entered, clearly the voice of a very animated nautolan.
"No," Kolar replied dead pan, his folded arms braced across his chest.
Fisto shook his head, his lidless eyes filled with their usual perpetual mirth.
"But you can image why it would be funny, right?"
"No."
"But-"
Fisto was cut off by Master Windu clearing his throat. The nautolan turned, and smiled, as the assembled Jedi stopped their business and approached the newcomers.
"Shaak," Fisto said as he came near, "It is good to see you out of a bacta tank."
The Togrutan smiled.
"Thank you Kit, its good to be out. I have a few bruises yet, but, the Healers did their work."
"Is it true that you fought over fifty Magnaguards at once? I can't imagine facing..."
Master Windu's disapproving stare silenced Kit swiftly, who suddenly understood the sensitivity of the subject.
"Apologies for being the last to arrive, but I have just come from a meeting with Master Yoda. Master Ti and I will be giving you this briefing, but, I cannot stress this enough, the information you are about to receive is of the highest secrecy. We cannot, and will not, tolerate word of this leaking to the public, or worse, to the Senate."
The assembled master's nodded their agreement as Mace continued.
"Before the Battle of Coruscant, Master Ti and I, with assistance from Master Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, were on the trail of the elusive Sith Lord, the one we have been looking for."
"Sidious," Tiin said grumpily.
"The very same," Mace replied. "Three years ago on Geonosis, Count Dooku told Obi-Wan of this Sidious, the Lord of the Sith who, through unknown methods, held sway over hundreds, if not thousands of Senators. Given the subsequent revelation that Dooku himself was a Sith Lord, we dismissed this theory as some manipulation, or ploy to convert Obi-Wan himself. It appears, we were wrong. Master Ti?"
Shaak nodded, and walked over to the holo-projector, produced a small chip from her robes, and inserted it into the machine before her. The projector flickered, and produced a light blue image of a classic neimoidian holo-chair. From the chair, a second hologram sprouted; a hooded man, features obscured.
"This," Ti began, pointing at the image, "Is the private communication device of Viceroy Nute Gunray, captured by Kenobi and Skywalker during their campaign earlier this year on Cato Neimoidia. This image is believed to be of Darth Sidious himself, and was our first shred of proof that the Sith Lord existed."
Ti could sense the other Master's discomfort. Few Jedi had been briefed on this file, save for Yoda and Master Windu.
"Now, this was unhelpful, apart from confirming that Sidious does indeed exist. However, from the mechno-chair itself, Kenobi was able to track down the manufacturer, on Xi Char, who, in turn, explained that there was a second such receiver built, specifically for a vessel delivered to Coruscant, specifically The Works district, decades ago. The ship is one you may be familiar with Master Tiin, a particularly dangerous infiltrator."
Tiin nodded.
"The Scimitar. The Dark Side infested every circuit of that ship."
"Indeed. The Scimitar was the private vessel of the then Sith Apprentice, and current crime lord, Maul. Thus, a few days ago, prior to the Battle of Coruscant, Master Windu and I lead a team of Clone Commando's into the Works to try and find any hints as to where a possible Sith lair may be. We found better than that. It appears that The Works had been used for many years as that very lair, and that Dooku, Maul, and Sidious had all inhabited the area at various times. Most seriously, we discovered that the primary tunnel that ran beneath the Works runs into the sub-levels of 500 Republica."
The Togrutan Master pressed another button on the holo-projector control console, showing a map of the Works, and the tunnel in question.
"We were about to sweep the building when Grievous attacked."
"That cannot be a coincidence," Cin Drallig said with a frown.
"Our thoughts exactly," Mace said, taking a seat on one of the briefing rooms many benches. "We now fear that Dooku was correct, and that the Sith Lord may have some influence over not only the Senate, but also the Office of the Supreme Chancellor. With the amount of authority Palpatine has gained over the past three years, such a proposition is exceedingly dangerous. Thus, as you all know, we have asked Skywalker to report any suspicious activity he might become aware of."
"Where is Skywalker now," Coleman Kcaj asked through his lipless mouth.
Mace shrugged.
"At the Chancellor's office I believe."
Before the briefing could continue, a light on the holo-projector began to blink, indicated an incoming message. Shaak looked at Windu, who nodded, motioning for her to accept the message. With a click, the blue image of Captain Jandine, the head of the Temple Security Force, flickered into view.
"Masters," he said with a bow, "Apologies. We are receiving a message from Commander Cody of the 7th Sky Corps"
"Obi-Wan," Ti said with a smile. "Patch him through Captain."
With another flicker, the familiar image of a Clone Commander came into view. Cody looked like every other Clone, a testament to the Kaminoan's skills, save for the long scar that ran down his left temple. Blaster fire could just be made out from behind him, and the sound of explosions rocked the Commander's communication device.
"Generals," Cody said, ducking slightly to avoid a flying piece of shrapnel, "Apologies for the intrusion, but we have only a small window before the CIS jamming frequency returns. I am pleased to report that General Kenobi engaged General Grievous, and we can confirm that the target has been eliminated."
Every Jedi in the room breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"Thank you Commander," Ti said, "That is wonderful news."
"Agreed," Cody replied, before slipping his helmet back on. "Master Kenobi would also...."
The image flickered, and cut out, as the holo-projector powered down.
"Damn jamming signals," Kolar grunted.
"We got the best part of the message," Kit said with a grin, "Grievous has been destroyed. The war is all but over."
"The Outer Rim sieges will go on," Kcaj cautioned, bending a single eye stalk so as to focus on the nautolan. "The CIS still controls many systems."
"But without Dooku, and Grievous, their military leadership is all but spent."
Shaak Ti sat, folding her hands into her lap. With the end of the War now all but certain, the political fallout would be intense.
"Who is going to tell the Chancellor?"
Master Windu stood, face steeled with resolve.
"Given the circumstances, I will go. As we all know, the Council was of the opinion that, once Grievous was destroyed, Palpatine must lay down his emergency powers and return them to the Senate. I think it is now time for that to happen, willingly or otherwise."
Shaak stood, and crossed her arms. She had a bad feeling about this.
"He will not take kindly to that Mace, and if Sidious does have a grip on the Chancellor's office, he may strike out at this provocation."
"I am counting on it. With Master Yoda on Kashyyyk, and so many Jedi in the Outer Rim, he may feel more confident, confident enough to strike back at us."
"We have to be careful."
Windu placed a hand on Ti's shoulder, and nodded.
"We will be ready, Shaak. You will take charge here, ensure the Temple is prepared for anything the Sith might throw at us, Master Drallig will assist."
Drallig nodded from his position behind Ti.
"Kit, Agen, Saesee, you will accompany me to inform the Chancellor of Grievous' destruction, and ensure that he surrenders his emergency powers. If he does not, we will take him into custody, and ensure a peaceful transition of power for a new Administration. With any luck, we can draw this Sidious into the open, and defeat him once and for all."
The trio of Masters nodded, and began to pack their things. As they filed out of the briefing room, the Coruscanti sun breached the now open threshold, framing them in a golden light from the windows beyond.
Mace threw a look over his shoulder.
"May the Force be with you, Shaak."
The Togrutan smiled wistfully, her mind more clouded than ever.
"And with you Mace, and with with you."
Underworld | Coruscant | 18 BBY
Shaak Ti woke from her sleep in a cold sweat, her rapid breathing evidence of a very bad dream. Eyes darting from side to side, the Togruta swung her legs over the side of her hard metal bed, and stood, chest still heaving. Her light sleeping shift was drenched in sweat, with the cool air flowing in from the Underworld outside her grated window, she was beginning to get cold. These dreams happened almost every night. While some Jedi were known to have premonitions, or visions of the future while asleep, Ti knew these were not inspired by the Force. No, these dreams were of the mundane, traumatic kind, the kind that develop when ones entire world, and way of life fall apart, when ones family is murdered, and ones home burnt to the ground. Closing her eyes, and sinking back onto the bed with a sigh, Ti tried to regain her composure, breathing in long and deep, focusing on the living Force. It was not long before her breathing was under control, though her mind was far from settled. Reaching under her bed, Ti pulled out a small wooden box.
Good, it's still here.
By the time on the chronometer which blinkered aimlessly next to her makeshift bed, Ti could tell it was early morning. Before long, the air outside her grate would be filled with speeders and droids, all rushing about from place to place. The Underworld was a fascinating place, if far more squalid than Ti had ever imagined. Dressing was a nuisance, as Ti pulled on her tight traveling suit and tall black boots. She removed her dark cloak from the wall, and brought the hood up, resulting in two distinct peaks where her montrals extended. She reached onto the bedside table, a rough cut metal stand, and clipped her lightsaber hilt onto her belt, before covering it with her cloak. She would need the weapon soon enough. Glancing once in the mirror to ensure her disguise was complete, the Jedi Master chuckled mirthlessly. Covered in such non-descript clothing, one would never guess that she was one of the Empire's most wanted "criminals". Opening the heavy metal door that barred entrance to her one room apartment, theTogruta slipped out into the hallway, and locked the door behind her.
The hall was empty, early as it was, and before long, she was down in the main lobby of the squalid little residence she had inhabited for the better part of six months. In the early days of the Empire, she had not dared remain in once place for too long. Stormtrooper patrols haunted her every moment, and the reach of Palpatine's Inquisitorius was longer than she dreamed. After a few months of evading troopers and besting these misguided Inquisitors in duels, Ti had made her way into the bowels of the Coruscant Undercity, the Underworld. Here, patrols were few and far between, while it appeared that the criminal elements that infested these parts kept the Imperial agents at bay.
For now, Ti reminded herself, It's only a matter of time before this place becomes just like the surface.
The tiny apartment she had bought was owned by a corrupt Aqualish trader, who, luckily for the Jedi, had a particularly weak mind. It had not taken much effort to encourage his cooperation, and even, gain access to his small collection of speeders. Today, she needed a fast one. In fact, the fast one.
"Poggo," the Togruta said as she approached the front desk, "Good morning."
The tusked Aqualish looked up from the HoloNet, and, eyes narrowing, replied in his own tongue, a series of gurgles and burps.
"Yes, I know, its early. I am a late riser, you know that, but, today, today just feels different."
The reply bumbled along again.
"No its not because it is Empire day. As filled with mirth as I am for such an important event, I actually have business to attend to."
She reached out gently with the Force, and touched his mind, soothing his suspicions.
"In fact, this business is going to take me topside, and I was hoping, well, I am running a bit late, and I need to take the JG-8."
She felt the resistance grow in his mind, his incredulity, his annoyance, and soothed them, pushing them down deep so as to ensure that compassion, and trust rose to the surface. He gargled his agreement.
"You are a gem , Poggo, you really are."
Waving a swift goodbye, the Togrutan smiled, as she hopped into the small speeder parked out front of the squat hotel. The main entrance to the building was on a major thoroughfare, and she had to be quick to get into the lane. With a jerk, she twisted the control column, and punched the throttle. The speeder jolted, and launched from its parking spot upwards, cutting off a now furious Twi'lek.
"Sorry," Ti waved back, pulling up her hood once more. It would take about an hour to reach the nearest ascension tunnel, the massive, ship sized holes that pockmarked the Capital's surface, and then a further hour to reach the upper levels. From there, it would just be a matter of finding the right sewage duct, and following it for a few miles. It was hardly a task she relished, but she knew what had to be done. Security would be low today, given the immense celebration the Emperor had announced for the first Empire Day. She swiftly banished the image of Palpatine from her mind. The mere thought of him swelled emotions in her heart, emotions she tamped down on hard.
He is just a man, she reminded herself, And the Dark Lord of the Sith.
The revelation that Palptine was indeed Darth Sidious had been a shock. To have been in contact with the Dark Lord countless times, to have saved his life twice, yet not seen through his manipulations, and lies, it was unimaginable. After the Fall of the Temple, and the numerous days spent on the run, Ti had pieced everything together, as one of the few Jedi with a full understanding of not only Sidious, but the betrayal of the Clone Army as well. The inhibitor chip, the investigation in the Works, the mysterious death of Sifo-Dyas, it all fit together brilliantly. The Jedi had been played, and had paid a heavy price for their arrogance.
Before long, Ti realized she was at the ascension tunnel, and lifted the control column on her speeder. Going to the surface was too risky; even on Empire day, there would be too many guards, and too many pictures of her, to avoid being seen. The bounty on her head was considerable, such that even the average citizen might take the risk of confronting the Jedi Master.
The terrorist. The Subversive. The Traitor.
Ti spotted her sewage duct, and pushed forward, breaking from the long line of traffic ascending upwards through the massive vertical shaft towards the surface. Luckily for her, there was a small ledge where she could leave her speeder.
Hopefully it wont get stolen, she thought with a mirthless inner chuckle. That would really ruin my day.
Approaching the sewage grate, Ti ran a hand along the edge. It was wider than the schematic she had purchased had indicated, some eight feet in diameter, but was luckily as dry as advertised.
Figures, no one has had a need for these ducts in about a year.
Even as the traffic raced in the void behind her, Ti un-clipped her lightsaber. Discretion would be key; the sapphire blade would, if seen, draw the Empire to her like flies to honey. And for her mission to be a success, she could not be seen. Raising the hilt to that the emitter was touching the edge of the grate, she ignited it the familiar buzz screeching as it pierced the rusted steel. Yet, deep as the blade was in the tunnel, the only indication of its presence was a faint blue glow, similar to that of a power cutter. She smiled, and moved it around the bottom of the duct. No doubt some would see her, but the sight of a hooded figure vandalizing government property was not particularly noteworthy. Before long, the grate had been freed from its moorings, and had tumbled inwards, requiring the swift deactivation of Ti's blade.
Removing the thin flashlight from her belt, the Togruta pressed on. While the drainage ducts may have been dry, they were certainly not aerated, as the putrid stench indicated. After walking for what seemed to be miles, the Togruta's light flickered, and danced across a faint shape in the distance. Ti shook the light, and put a hand to her hip, ready to draw her blade at a moments notice. Focusing the light in on the shape, she squinted... and saw what appeared to be a small body, laying haphazardly on its side. She began to approach cautiously, but, even as she crept ever nearer, it remained motionless.
Dead, Ti concluded, not sensing any presence in the force.
Glancing down at the body as she walked past, she stopped cold, her heart in her throat at the sight of it. Curled into a ball, putrid and rotting, was an adolescent human body, maybe eleven or twelve at the most. Its clothing was in tatters, and despite its advanced state of decay, she could tell it was highly emaciated. But what truly caught her eyes was the thin, frayed, red-brown braid that hung behind it's right ear; the sign of a Padawan learner. The Jedi Master knelt, her face contorted with sorrow. She knew some Jedi had fled the sacking of the Temple through these sewers. Evidently, not all of them had made it.
Wiping moisture from her eyes, Ti shook herself from her thoughts. It was dead, so was the Order. She could not dwell on the past, she could only look to the future. She stood and turned, pointing her flashlight firmly ahead. The walk was much shorter from that point, only a mile or so, to reach her entry point. Here, her sewage pipe connected with several more, in a massive chamber some ninety feet tall, and fifty feet wide. A year ago, this all would have been filled with water and waste, but now, was dry as a bone. Above her, a gaping black hole hung where the roof should be, no doubt blasted apart when the Temple was sacked. Her small light could not penetrate the distant darkness, but her montrals could. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her unique physiology, painting an image of her surroundings analogous to touch.
A ledge? Yes, a ledge, twenty feet up.
Her eyes flicked open, and she reached deep within her, into her wellspring of the force. With a slight grunt, she jumped, gracefully flying high into the air, flipping as she landed. Her feet hit the polished stone of the ledge. Having jumped out of the pit, she now found herself in a massive chamber, surrounded by unpenetrable darkness. Her flashlight went out, as she dropped it to the ground, and reached for her blade, the familiar hiss echoing through the chamber, now filled with a dim sapphire light. To the South, the Jedi could just make out the transept that led to the archives, while to the North she knew the main entrance remained blocked, guarded day and night by Stormtroopers. She turned, and looked down into the pit, remembering the fountain and the statue that once stood her, in the centre of the main concourse of the Jedi Temple.
"I'm home," Ti said quietly, her voice faint in the massive room. "I am home."