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It wasn't a Light Construct, that kind of thing could not have been covered by any kind of Force Stealth, even standing here surrounded by the Force presences of all of the high Council. Besides, he wanted to keep that technique a secret until he had to use it. Not, mind you, that Aayla hadn't already seen it in his head, she'd even made suggestions.
Capitalizing on the council's somewhat stunned state Lily floated forward in the glow of her son's hand against the backdrop of Coruscant's setting sun, glaring around her at the stunned High Council, staring at the women on the Council in particular, though she hesitated in the place of Yaddle, considering her species didn't reproduce through sex. "You sit there and you question my son's bond to Aayla, when it is only that bond that saved a 15-year-old girl from rape and eventual murder."
More than one of the people in the Council flinched as she said the word 'rape', and she laughed harshly. "Oh I'm sorry, did you think something else would happen to a female slave who was drugged to the gills? Did you think Aayla's being a Jedi would've saved her from that fate?"
Her eyes narrowed, and a wind picked up all around them, as the Force reacted to her admittedly righteous anger. She shook her head, regaining control of herself with difficulty, but she wanted no ambiguity here, no one could later on say that she had giving into her anger like a Dark Side user would or whatever they might say.
When Lily spoke her voice was crystal clear and cold as the edge of space with about as much mercy. "I hold you all beneath contempt. You sent a young girl of 15 on a mission where could almost say just destined be raped if anything went bad. Only Harry's intervention saved Aayla from that."
"And what would you have done if that had happened?" Lily went on softly, shaking her head sadly. "Tried halfheartedly to bring her back from the darkness your own actions through her into? Would you even have apologized? Or would you turn your back on her, because she was no longer perfect in your eyes, because when she after such a traumatic experience could only feel hate for the people who did it? I know how many of you wanted Komari Vosa imprisoned for her nearly giving into the Dark Side while a prisoner of the Bando Gora. You, none of you have any moral high ground to stand on here, regardless of your so-called knowledge of the Force, history of your Order."
"Regardless of her abilities, Padawan Secura sent on that mission should never have been," Yoda said looking around at the other masters. "To discover the information we needed, other ways found they could have been."
"How will we make this right?" Mace asked, shaking his head, looking weary in a way that should have been foreign to the man. "We can apologize as often as we like, we can say it won't happen again, but…"
"There is one way," Fay said quietly, moving up around Harry on his other side to stand by Lily, looking all around them. "All of you, as members of this council need to realize what kind of threats your members face while on missions, especially missions like the one you sent Aayla on. There is a way you can in fact learn this as if you were there. I told you all about runes, and what Lily and I have been doing with them. She told me once about an artifact called a pensieve, which could be used to let people view an individual's memory as if they were watching them in real time."
Lily explained, her eyes still hard as they looked around them. "Essentially the original user will fill the pensieve up with his memory. On my old world they would actually remove the memory from their head in a sort of silvery substance and place it in a bowl. For some reason that doesn't work here." The three of them had practiced this before leaving Serenno, so they knew how it worked and how to modify the process from the original. "However if Aayla touches the bowl and concentrates on the memory, other people will be able to view the memory from her point of view."
At a gesture from Master Fay, Quinlan set the large stone bowl he'd been carrying down in the center of the room. More than a few of the Masters looked at it askance, wondering how this small stone bowl could do what Lily had said it could. A few others, like Yaddle and Ranicisis, were looking concerned about the idea of runes, which sounded a bit like some of the things the Sith had been able to do in the first few wars against them. Though of course given the disjointed nature of records from before the loss of Ossus, they couldn't be certain of even that, it was mainly rumors and a few precious holocrons which told the Jedi Order about anything from that time period.
Aayla moved forward as Harry moved back, standing now where he had been with the pensieve in front of her and Fay and Lily beside her supportively. With a single sigh Aayla concentrated, bringing up the memory of her ordeal from the moment the gas had begun to creep into the slave's quarters then up to the moment Harry's presence had flooded her mind. From her fingertips there emanated a yellow color which began to seep into the water of the bowl, causing it to glow. In Lily's home dimension it would have been silver and made of the actual substance of the memory, but here the water was merely the medium, though she had no idea about why the memory was colored yellow here.
Before anyone else could more Yoda hopped down from his chair, moving forward slowly as he looked at the silvery material in the bowl. "Stick a finger in the water, do I?"
"Master Yoda?" Aayla said, almost reaching forward with her other hand to push him away. "You weren't part of…"
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