Star Wars: Denied the Rank of Master

  My face could not have fallen any faster.

  This was outrageous—it was unfair.

  How could I be on the council and not be a master?

  I expressed my displeasure and was quickly told after--

  “Take a seat, young Skywalker;” take your place in your chair.

  My face could not have fallen any faster.

  “…forgive me, master.” I pushed down my fluster,

  bowing to Windu while still sending out glares.

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  How could I be on the council and not be a master?

  After the session, I was told of the issue. The Chancellor

  and I’s friendship? A contentious affair.

  My face could not have fallen any faster.

  Yet even that was not enough of a disaster.

  They asked of me treason; to spy on Palpatine unaware.

  How could I be on the council and not be a master?

  Too much. Too fast. Insulted and told after

  that the honor bestowed demanded acting their traitor.

  My face could not have fallen any faster.

  How could I be on the council and not be a master?