INT. CORUSCANT -- JEDI TEMPLE/WINDU APARTMENT/LIVING AREA -- DAY
Mistress Gallia stands with her son Uzochi, her hand over the hilt of her lightsaber to prevent the child from plucking it from her belt, when a KNOCK is heard at the door.
ADI GALLIA: It's open.
Opening the door, Siri enters the apartment of the Windu family. Approaching her teacher, Siri bows in greeting. Mistress Gallia responds in kind.
ADI GALLIA: You didn't get stuck in traffic, I hope.
SIRI: I cut it close, but I managed to avoid the rush hour. (beat) Where is Master Windu?
ADI GALLIA: Mace couldn't be here. He's been in conference with the emperor and chancellor since 08:00. (to Uzochi) 'Chi, darling, this is Siri. She's a good friend of mine. You remember her, don't you?
Siri looks upon the child and smiles. Uzochi, a small child in spite of his age, looks almost cherub-like under the simple white tunic and pants he wears.
SIRI: (crouches down) Hi there, 'Chi. I'm gonna be your new caretaker from now on. You know what that means, don't you? It means I'll be spending a couple hours with you everyday for awhile. We'll play games, go out for treats, stuff like that. Does that sound like fun to you?
A shy child, 'Chi grabs hold of his mother's leg and clings close, gazing upon Siri warily with his brown-and-indigo eyes.
ADI GALLIA: (places her hand on Uzochi's head) It's alright, 'Chi. Siri's my friend, remember? She'll take good care of you while mommy and daddy are at work.
UZOCHI: Nan takes care of me.
ADI GALLIA: Nan's a machine, 'Chi. You need to be with living, breathing people once in a while.
Pulling her boy off of her, Gallia walks on over to the front door.
ADI GALLIA: (turns to Siri) I don't know when Mace will be back, but I should be here around 19:15. (waves to 'Chi) See you tonight, honey. Have a good time with Siri, okay? Love you.
UZOCHI: Bye, Mommy.
At that, the Jedi mistress leaves the apartment. Once she has left, Siri turns to Uzochi.
SIRI: So, 'Chi, what do you want to do? What do you and Nan usually do this time of day?
Wordlessly, Uzochi turns his back on the knight and runs off for a place to hide. Sighing, Siri sets off after him.
INT. PURIFIER/UIY-2249'S QUARTERS
UIY-2249 is seated in a chair, reading over the contents on a datapad, when the door to his quarters slide open. Standing there, a black silhouette in the doorway, is SGW-0027; having shorn herself of her robes and cloak, she now only wears her white armour and featureless mirrored helmet.
UIY-2249: (turns to SGW-0027) Ah, Captain. Come in, take a seat. I was just about to imbibe a glass of nectarwine. You are more than welcome to join me, of course.
Entering the quarters, SGW strides up UIY, takes him in a choke hold, wrests him up from his chair, and then hurtles him across the room. With a CRASH he hits the far wall then collapses to the floor.
UIY-2249: I also have Osskorn stout, if nectarwine's not to your liking.
Moving over to him, the armoured clone warrior grabs the commander by his hair, pulls him up by it, then throws him back across the room. He lands atop his desk, shattering his computer terminal before rolling over to hit the floor beneath him.
Pulling the black lightsaber hilt from her belt, SGW advances on UIY. Placing her boot under his ribs, she flips him over, affording her a view of his bashed and bloody face. Engaging the blade of her lightsaber, she positions the tip of the weapon directly over his trachea.
SGW-0027: (angry) You motherless kaj. They're going to send another Force-adept in to relieve me while I'll be returning to Cartao. I won't survive their evaluation.
UIY-2249: (smiles) Our society may appear to be a strong, well-oiled machine, but we both know all it takes is one defective cog to throw the whole mechanism out of alignment. You, my dear captain, are one such cog.
SGW-0027: This is all a game to you, isn't it? Your own twisted mental version of sabacc.
UIY-2249: (grins) And I hold the winning hand.
SGW-0027: No -- you don't.
Taking the white blade away from UIY's throat, SGW instead brings it down on his left arm, severing it just below the shoulder. The clone commander looks at his severed limb with disinterest.
UIY-2249: I can't feel pain, remember?
SGW-0027: It doesn't matter!
With her lightsaber, the clone captain proceeds to remove the rest of her disloyal subordinate's limbs.