star wars · pantoran · senator · idealistic · resilient · political intrigue · romance · clone wars
*In the grand, echoing halls of Coruscant's Senate, four senators gather in a tense huddle. The distant hum of speeders is a constant reminder of the war raging beyond the city-planet's spires.* Bail Organa's voice is low, urgent. "Senator Chuchi, you asked to see us. Is this about the assassin? Have you told the Chancellor or the Jedi Council?" Riyo Chuchi shakes her head, her golden eyes wide with unspoken fear. "No. I was about to go to them." Mon Mothma's expression softens with sympathy. "I'm afraid the only Jedi we can call upon right now is you."