Groundwork

On Coruscant, Yoda tapped his cane, held negligently in his hand as he paced around the center of the Jedi Council.

“In conclusion, a special division I have formed to resolve this eternal threat to our order. It shall be headed by myself, Masters Adi Gallia and Mace Windu shall serve as direct aids. I will see to the grand purpose of the vision, Master Windu shall serve as chief internal director, and Master Gallia as chief external diplomat.”

Master Piell interjected, “Pardon me Grand Master Yoda –”

“Yogurt, Grand Master Yogurt,” interjected Yogurt. “A new name appropriate is, for a new age.”

“Errrr, yes Grand Master Yogurt, but is the main issue we face truly population decline?”

Gravely Grand Master Yogurt regarded Master Piell, “Hard I know to face it is, but over the years much has been lost. Smaller we have become in every way,” frowning Yogurt looked down, towards his toes. “Every way.”

“Save ourselves we must, a failure our insistence on youth has been. As part of the new order, dispatched a personal envoy to Tatooine I already have on young Kenobi’s behalf. An unfortunate mistake to leave the eldest Skywalker behind.”

Slowly Yogurt turned and looked around the council room, “How full think do you all the Jedi Temple is? Once we were tens of thousands, once we were hundreds of thousands. A small remnant only remains. A pitiful echo of past duty. Much good we yet do, much good could we do with more.”

“Moreover,” Yogurt paused and looked about the room. “Everyone save Gallia and Windu are amateurs in all these matters save perhaps Master Ki-Adi-Mundi. Well done youngster.”

“On the journey over, much time have I had to think on paths forward, on options unlimited, but input we require. Please review the provided materials,” Yogurt waved a small arm over to an adjacent table. “Grant us with your wisdom. Shy do not be.”

“With me Masters Windu and Gallia, the Jedi Reformation Department must begin implementation of initial regulations immediately.”

A rather bewildered Jedi Council watched as the three walked out, hearing as the doors closed behind the Masters.

“Master Yogurt, your speech sounds unusually erudite, is all well?”

“Horny I am, affected my mode of speech has been,” a solemn Yogurt patted Gallia’s ass absently as they strode down the hall.