The Jedi Temple rose high in the most auspicious of Coruscant’s districts, and its towers even further into the sky of the great capital city. In this, it seemed to float above the buzzing, hazy maelstrom of activity that characterized the rest of the grand planet. While a trillion lives glittered, spun, and moved with the rapid-fire pulse of the heart of the galaxy, the Temple stood still, staid, and reflective. When conversation ceased, it did so suddenly, and Z’meer knew immediately that a decision had been made. & & & Not that she would speak of such things, of course. Then she attacked. & & &