“Careful, Qui-Gon.” Yoda’s holographic image blurred momentarily as the tiny Jedi Master adjusted himself in his bowl chair. “Jeopardize the hyperspace corridor, you must not.” “The hyperspace…? Master Yoda, forgive me, but are you putting the profit of corporations ahead of the people of Pijal?” Qui-Gon had long thought the Council was in danger of losing its way, but this was colder than he would’ve imagined possible.
