In the windowed chamber high above Coruscant, the Jedi Council sat in silence. Normally when the Council was convened they were engaged in debate, but now the Jedi Masters sat in thought save Renust Nju who had not arrived yet. Mace Windu stared at the floor, trying to comprehend, trying to accept what was going on. Even if the war managed to be stopped, there would be consequences to deal with and changes that would have to be accepted. He glanced at Yoda but the diminutive Jedi Master only offered a non-committal shrug. “I trust that Padmé and young Skywalker are with her?” Mace asked.