heart, I did.'

Qui-Gon stared stonily ahead. He had not expected this rebuke from Yoda.

'Impulsive you were yourself as a student,' Yoda continued. 'Led by the heart, many times you were. And wrong, many times you were as well. This I remember.'

'I never would have left the Jedi,' Qui-Gon said angrily.

'True that is,' Yoda said, nodding in agreement. 'Commitment you had.

Absolute it was. Does this mean that to question, others must not? Like you always, they must be?'

Qui-Gon shifted on the bench. These conversations with Yoda could be painful. The Jedi Master had a way of poking the deepest wound.

'So I should let him make his foolish decision,' Qui-Gon said with a shrug. 'Let him fight a war he can't win. Let him stand and watch the massacre that will result. He'll be lucky if he escapes with his life.'

'Ah, see I do.' Yoda's yellow eyes gleamed. 'Unbiased by your feeling, your prediction is?'

Qui-Gon nodded shortly. 'I see disaster there. The Young cannot win.'

'Interesting,' Yoda murmured. 'For win they did, Qui-Gon.'

Qui-Gon turned to him, startled.

'Word we have received,' Yoda said calmly. 'Won the war, the Young have. Forming a government, they are. Understand now do you, Obi-Wan's decision? Fighting for a lost cause, he was not. A planet ruler, he has become.'

Hiding his surprise, Qui-Gon turned away. 'Then he is more foolish than I thought,' he coolly replied.

Obi-Wan sat between Nield and Cerasi at a huge round conference table.

The Young had taken over the bombed-out Melida/Daan Unified Congress Building. It had stood intact for only three years, during a period where the Melida and Daan had tried to rule together before war had broken out again.

The Young had taken it over as a symbolic gesture of unity. There were certainly more welcoming places they could have chosen. They had tried to clear most of the rubble, but they were forced to leave the heavier fallen beams and columns. The windows had been blown out, and more than half the roof was gone.

Obi-Wan was damp and cold and uncomfortable, but he was thrilled to be here, forming a new government. The days were long and difficult, but he never felt tired. There was so much to think about and so much to do.

The Young had won the war. But the hard part was just beginning.

Before, they had all been in agreement. They had simply wanted peace. But now the Young waged a war of words among themselves. There were too many decisions to make and too many opinions.

The city of Zehava was a ruin. Many people did not have heat, and food was scarce. Hospitals needed supplies. Fuel for floaters and transports was low. But the worst problem was the amount of arms still carried by the citizens, most of them former soldiers. Tensions ran high, and any small conflict could escalate into a serious battle.

The Young were in the majority on Melida/Daan, especially since the decimated Middle Generation had thrown their support to them during the war.

It had been easy to reach an agreement to elect Nield as temporary governor.

In addition, an advisory council of ten members had been set up. Obi-Wan was on it, along with Mawat and other Young leaders. Cerasi headed the council.

As governor, Nield was required to follow any motion that was voted by a majority. He cast one vote as well.

Nield and the council had gone to work immediately, forming squads to address the separate problems that Zehava faced. Obi-Wan was head of the Security Squad. It was the most dangerous duty, involving a house-to- house weapons sweep of the entire city. Until further notice, only members of the Security Squad were allowed to carry weapons. All others were directed to turn their weapons in to a warehouse until the tensions eased. Obi- Wan had not been surprised when many people did not want to cooperate. Even some of the Young were reluctant to hand over their weapons. They had all lived with conflict for too long.

The policy had been discussed at the first general meeting. There had been shouting and furious arguments.

Cerasi had faced them all down. She had stood in the middle of the ruined building and seemed to meet every eye in the packed house. 'Peace isn't just a concept to me,' she had said. 'It is life and breath. I will never pick up a weapon again. I have seen what they can do. If a weapon of destruction is in my hands, sooner or later that weapon will be used. I will not contribute to one more death on Melida/Daan!'

After a silence, the Young had burst into cheers. Cerasi had flushed with happiness and pride as boys and girls streamed up to the council table and handed over their weapons. It had been a proud moment.

'First order of business,' Cerasi now said crisply, breaking into Obi-Wan's thoughts.

'Let's get progress reports from the squad heads. Nield, would you begin?'

Nield stood. He was head of the New History Squad, which was in charge of demolishing the symbols of hatred and division in Zehava — war monuments, military statues, and the great Halls of Evidence, which housed holograms of warriors telling tales of hatred and bloodshed.

'As you all know,' Nield began in a ringing voice, 'the building of a new society can only take place if the old rivalries are stamped out. How can the fragile peace hold if both Melida and Daan still have places to go to fuel their hatred? I say that the destruction of the Halls of Evidence should be our first priority!'

Many onlookers cheered. But Taun, the head of the Utilities Squad, in charge of bringing back power and

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