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"So," Bail said, voice painted with poorly hidden amusement and awe. "The Jedi left."
Palpatine stared. "Left? What do you mean left? On a mission?"
Bail shook his head, still looking blown away by whatever news he'd gathered from visiting the Temple. "No Chancellor," he said. "Left as in they packed their bags and left the planet."
"All of them?!"
Nodding slowly, the senator of Alderaan brought a data chip out of his pocket and placed it on the table between them. "Yes, all of them. Even Master Kenobi---" and it's only when he spoke his friend's name that his breath hitch ever so slightly. "Apparently they had some sort of collective vision and decided to move their Temple elsewhere."
"Move---" Palpatine nearly stumbled where he stood, old face paling significantly. "They can't just move! They have sworn their services to the Republic! We are in the middle of a war!"
Bail shrugged. "They don't seem to care. The Temple is empty and Master Yoda says they won't be coming back."
Gritting his teeth and trying to steady himself, Palpatine, the evil Sith Lord clenched his fists. "Do you know where they've gone?"
Bail shrugged again, faintly Palpatine could sense amusement dancing around him in the force and his anger flared in response before dying out again. "The unknown regions. I'm sorry Chancellor," he said and he did look sorry, sorry and sad and maybe just a little bit defeated. "The Jedi are done serving the republic and aren't coming back."