“I still say we’re taking an awful risk, Bail,” said Mon Mothma. “We still don’t know the Jedi’s stance on this.” “All the better to find out,” Bail replied. Mon Mothma stared at him, frown lines furrowing her face. She was the newest addition to the still functioning Loyalist Committee as well as the youngest. The daughter of the Governor of Chandrilla, her voice carried far in the Senate despite her youth and inexperience. At times she could be cordial, even warm but now she was as amiable as a block of ice and as cold. “Theysa under his control,” Danta explained. Artoo warbled mournfully.