Anakin sat in the hallway outside of the main Senate chamber. Even from his viewpoint, he could see the raised dais where the Supreme Chancellor stood with his two councilors, watching as the vote continued. This was the third day of voting for a new Chancellor. “Skywalker.” “Where are you?” Ristro demanded. Chrap. “Sorry master,” he replied, “I’m watching the vote.” “You mean the politician circus,” the alien grunted. “You could call it that,” Anakin replied. “Get back here to the Council room,” Ristro snapped, “We are voting on a new member of the Council. And you need to be here for that!”