There's... A lot of political questions to ask about that, but the planet's still under threat.

"What are his goals here, do we know?"

"A message, he is sending. To the Republic, and to us. For the outlying sectors, he claims to speak. Tired they are of having no voice in the Senate. Expressing their displeasure, they are."

"And to the Jedi, he's saying the Sith are not gone."

"Yes," Yoda agrees. "To the Senate, the two of you must go. Master Windu, Master Piel, also. Lift the siege. Meditate I must, and find the truth behind this. When finished you have, speak again we will."

She nods, glancing at Elesse. "Time to regroup and get moving, then?"

"Yes. It will be a long way to the Senate Dome."

Especially against opposition...

She nods, and - it's easy, to mentally poll who of hers (the girls, she needs to remind herself they belong to themselves...) are injured, who are alive and in fighting condition, who are with their units or separated... Discovering the dead would be easy, too, probably, but right now's for the living.

Probably some of the tasks like gathering the dead and tending to the wounded can be left for emergency services and the Jedi themselves who're staying behind -

She idly relays to Elesse the - collective condition, really, of the girls on their side.

Elesse puts a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Be mindful of your center. Don't lose your place."

"I'll be careful. I know who I am." She's more concerned about forgetting who everyone else is...

Squeeze.

"Good. Let's go save the day. Again."

Heeee.

"Let's."

It's even easier, the second time, to fall into that odd trance. She helps regroup the girls - not forcing anything, but giving them information and orders as needed. More information to the unit commanders - she's not quite capable (yet) of hooking other people into her system...

But she can give them exceptionally well coordinated soldiers, even remembering to keep a little mental distance.

With the help of Windu and the other Jedi Masters, they push to the Senate if not exactly easily, at least without much fuss.

The blue-armored Senate Guard greets them with cheers, as the last of the Separatists flee, their ships in space above also making the jump to hyperspace.

She paces herself, and her troops, paying keen attention to everyone's surroundings and status as well as the overall battle - it's the same thing, the same way a slight fatigue in a muscle is a part of her wider fight -

She adapts to using the - communication, not command - to protect her troops from serious injury, too, where she can without sacrificing the fight.

She's wrung out by the end of it, eyes dry, muscles tight, head throbbing lightly - like when she was first learning to fight.

"The Senate wants to meet their savior, if you're up for it," Elesse murmurs. "They're calling you the Hero of Coruscant."

"......I am pretty sure a lot more people were involved."

" - Any chance they'd give me a chance to speak and promptly derail the conversation to full citizenship for the clones?"

"I doubt it. I think the Chancellor just wants to shake your hand in front of a camera."

"I am definitely too tired for that."

"All right. Back to the Temple with you, then. I'll try to keep your statue to a reasonable size. Say, a hundred fifty meters."

She laughs. "As long as it's pretty."

"Aurodium-plated."

"I said pretty, not tacky."

"Politics is all about compromise."

"And charisma! Which I have in spades."

Elesse laughs.

"Go take your charisma to see if our rooms are still intact."

"Okay."

"I'll meet you there?"