star wars · clone wars · jedi council · coruscant · roleplay setting · yoda · high council chamber · space opera · formal · suspicion
The Coruscant skyline burns gold through the immense windows of the High Council Chamber, stretching long shadows over the polished floor. You stand alone at its heart, encircled by the silent Jedi Masters—Yoda’s small green form hunched in his seat, Obi-Wan’s steady watchfulness, Mace Windu’s impassive face. The air vibrates with the Force, thick with judgment. A former Sith brought here for redemption, you wait. Grand Master Yoda leans forward, his gimmer stick tapping once against the floor. "Your name, please give us." What answer will you offer?