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A few of the girls squeaked, rushing away from the ghost while others simply gaped in astonishment. But Lily put them all at ease quickly, waving her hand lightly at them before moving over to hover over Harry as she looked at the beds ruffling his hair affectionately ignoring the twinge of pain. "I see someone has found how talented you are Harry, don't over exert yourself though. Oh, and you might want to know that Master Tholme and the other Jedi are coming down the hallway."
"What has happened here?!" Said the old master looking somewhat distraught. "These, these beds are far too comfortable, they are not conducive to a good educational environment, what kind of illusion…"
"Not illusion," Tholme said quietly, smiling slightly at Harry. "As for changing them back, you'll just have to convince him to do it, if you can't do it yourself."
He waited a heartbeat then went on. "Good luck with that. I've stopped trying to argue the point with Harry about his conjured up items."
In the end the Master couldn't come up with a reason that convinced Harry that the other beds were better, and actually even the rest of the younglings had begun to feel that maybe the masters were just wrong on this subject. This would not be the last time that thought occurred to many of them.
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Plagueis frowned, leaning back in his stool for a moment, once more alone. Sidious was up in the Senatorial district wearing his Palpatine guise and taking part in a few debates about the Trade Federation's demand they be allowed to arm their ships further against pirate attacks, attacks which Plagueis had set in motion to be the impetus behind that militarization. He could envision a time when they would be magnificent tools in the Sith end game he saw coming up in a few years' time.
For his own part, Plagueis was about to leave for a job of his own alter-ego, that of the banking clan Magister Hego Damask II. During that time he would fall off the grid for a bit to start the next phase of the Veil's emplacement, and to set in motion a few other plots, plots which would drain the Jedi of their numbers slightly and their attention certainly.
But nothing that could lead back to the Sith, the thought always uppermost in his mind, hence the frown currently on Plagueis' face. He had just finished decrypting the message Master Tholme had sent to Yoda, and now had to wonder what to do about it.
I cannot place any devices or anything else on the Explorer to learn whatever variable Tholme has discovered, that is impossible. Worse, any tools I could use to do that or to perhaps steal the new variable is away could be traced back to us.
Closing his eyes, Plagueis probed the future, trying to calculate if the odds of finding this new angle and turning it to their own ends was worth it in the long term, only to come up with nothing definitive. In fact, it felt as if that was entirely impossible. Indeed, it felt more like whatever he did the new variable would strengthen the Jedi's position, though how much it would was undefined at present.
With that so certain, the decision was simple: remove the new variable. Plagueis was a scientist, and refused to leave anything to chance. And while I have few tools whose subtlety I could trust to discover whatever this variable is, I do have several who can delete it for me. And I can even do so without leaving any hints of our own involvement, which is even more important.
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"What do you mean you want the Force Ghost to join us in teaching the clan? And that you don't want us to go on to Coruscant immediately? Setting aside my belief that we need to get that boy and his abilities under the eyes of the Council of First Knowledge, we're only allowed to have 40 students at a time before dropping them off, and we're nearly at that level now."
"The Force has been telling me not to bring Harry to Coruscant just yet for some reason," Tholme said quietly turning away from the small viewport which was the only real affectation in the room. The rest of the matriarch's room was as austere as to be expected from a Jedi: a desk, a hologram device for work, and a bed. There was only the one viewport there which broke up the austerity, allowing the individual within to stare out into space beyond.
That took the matron aback for a moment, but after a moment she frowned, her muzzle pulling back slightly to bare a hint of tooth. "That's all well and good, and I am not going to tell you that you are not feeling that, but I am getting no hint of any such thing. I have my own duty to the Order to think about. Several of my students have been aboard Explorer for nearly 3 months now as we've made our way from one system to another in the Outer and Mid Rim territories. And now you want us to pull away from the Inner Rim. You know how the council already feels about the training ships as it is."
Tholme sighed, but nodded. The Council of First Knowledge had long been pushing for the training vessels to make shorter journeys, ever since the Chu'unthor was lost to a crash landing on Dathomir. The Dark Sisters had repelled the Order's attempt to retrieve it, and the Order had decided to let them have it rather than risk a war between two Force sensitive organizations since it had not had any students on it at the time. That and the less learning that happened away from the temple, the more time the teachers there had to inculcate the younglings into the Order's way of life.
"That is true. However, I believe that Master Yoda told you I was to be placed in overall command, is that not so? It is my decision that we remain way from Coruscant for a time."
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