Let him speak

Lana: Let him speak, he has gotten this far, maybe he truly has something important to tell us.

Neimoidian: Thank you master Jedi, I knew I could rely on your grand wisdom!

Lana: No point in using flattery, just speak what you know.

Neimoidian (looking around): Fine, this place will do too, it might not be the main hall, but that's fine... Listen here carefully...!

The senators gather around him, he pushes his hand into his jacket and opens his mouth as if he was going to whisper something. The next second, you hear a soft clicking sound and your Jedi instincts sense danger. In a blink of an eye, you push the man against one of the walls, but it was already too late to stop his dark plan. He activated a bomb, containing a poisonous gas, and it was released in his direct vicinity. The Neimoidian died immediately, Bail Organa pushed Padmé aside and jumped on Mon Mothma to protect her with his body. You managed to contain most of the gas with the **** in a small area, yet enough got out before your prevention to allow Bail to inhale it. Some got to you too, but your helmet kept it outside. He saved the two senators, but the effects of the poison showed themselves instantly. Hes skin grew pale, somewhat blueish and he started shaking uncontrollably, making all sorts of sudden moves with his limbs.

Mothma (holding him in her arms): Bail!

Padmé: Get us the medical stuff, straight away!

Senate guard (who jumped to the floor instead of protecting anybody): Y-yes, madam, right away!

Lana (still holding the poisonous gas at bay): If only I was better at **** healing... Yet, something should be done about this gas too, I can hold it in there for some time, but certainly not forever!

Chuchi: Evacuate the area, now! We must get everybody away from here, at short notice!

After the initial shock, the senators run away, some shouting, some just running for their lives. Before long, a doctor arrives with two assistant droids, they put Bail onto a stretcher and carry him to the medbay. With everybody evacuated from your vicinity, a guard stands next to the lockdown control.

Guard: Okay master Jedi, if you can, please walk away from the gas without releasing it. I'll lock that section down, preventing the gas from spreading. Once you are here, I'll pull the switch.

Step by step, you distance yourself from the trap you hold the gas in and once you are behind the guard, he shuts the blast door down, sealing that section of the floor. You release the gas, it can't escape its new containment area. In due time, an official announcment is made by the head of the senate guard about what happened to calm the panicing senators and promising an immediate investigation. You make your way to the medbay to see how Bail is doing. His friends from the senate are all around him. He's sedated to stop his unwanted movements. The medical droids and doctors are scanning and examining his body to determine the poison's composition and its antidote. They calm everybody, that he's going to make it, though it is going to take him at least a few days recover and weeks to fully regain his health. Some senators in the background are whispering about the recent senate session and how underestimated the lack of security might be.

Senator 1 (whispering): Oh my, oh my! We are under attack! This was a targeted message to us!

Senator 2 (whispering): Maybe we shouldn't have argued against the Capital Security Act!

Senator 1 (whispering): I certainly will vote for it, just look at how **** the senate itself truly is!

Mothma (having heard enough): This is absurd! EVEN if we were under attack, that act would not have changed anything! This was no attack, just a lone terrorist trying to inspite fear in us! We must not give in to his threats!

The seantors uproar, shouting at each other pros and contras.

Lana (loudly for all to hear): Senators, please, keep calm, no harm may come to you while I am around!

Senator 1: Yeah, you told Bail the same?! Now look at him, fighting for his life!

Senator 2: Yeah, this is the kind of safety the Jedi can give us these days!

Padmé: Quiet down! Lana is right, has she not been there, we would all be dead by now! I am sure somebody is just toying with us, wanting to make a fearful atmosphere for tomorrow's debate. We must stand still and hold on to our beliefs!

Mothma (whispering to Padmé): What do we do now? This will certainly result in the Capital Security Act being voted.

Senator 1: We do need more security!

Chuchi: You can't be serious! You want to fuel this war even further by sending more soldiers into battle?! Haven't we been through this?!

Senator 3: Look, I agree with you all, on everything we had been talking about today but... Our lives are at stake! What good can we do to the galaxy if we are all dead? We can't help the poor if we are killed in the next terrorist attack!

Padmé: There won't be an other attack, this was an isolated incident!

Senator 1: I say, let the poor be a little poorer, if that saves the lives of those who could change the course of galactic politics! Let's face the facts... We are at war. We can't deny that. We all want to end it, but if I had to choose between losing my life or a little regression for a few million citizens on the lower levels of the city, who live their lives in dirt and misery anyway... I would pick the second anytime! Period. I'm not arguing any further about this, I'm leaving and voting for the Capital Security Act! Those who prefear to be alive, will follow me!

Mothma (after most of the group leaves): How could they say those things... I thought they were different... Better than this...

Lana: Fear is a powerful factor, it changes everybody, mostly not for the better...

Padmé: While the investigation goes on, I suggest we all return to our homes and continue via holocommunicators.

Remaining senators: Agreed.

Lana: I will accompany you Padmé for the coming days, clearly, Coruscant isn't safe at the moment!

Padmé: That is absolutely unnecessary, Captain Typho will handle my security!

Lana (whispering): If Anakin returns from his mission and there's a single scratch on you, heads will be rolling! I suggest we avoid that!

Padmé (sighing): Ah, fine, I have more than enough room for an extra guest anyway. But you can't restrict when and where I'm going or what I'm doing! We tried that with Anakin once, didn't work at all!

Lana: I'll keep that in mind! I'll be like a shadow, you won't even notice I'm there!