Misa gaped in shock at their surroundings. Paintings, carvings and other symbolic scrawls lined the natural corridor. "Great Prophecies!" she breathed in awe. "This must be some of the ancient temple areas from ancient times!"

Yoda didn't give them a second glance, though Misa had no doubt his mind was recording everything it saw. They continued through the various natural cavern rooms, dodging stalactites and stalagmites, and counting on Onlon to guide them safely through the treacherous terrain.

A small doorway, natural in formation, excepting for the door itself, seemed to be the entrance into the Temple they were looking for. Misa drew her lightsaber, activating with a soft hum, the heat from the laser itself flowing from her hand up to her shoulder. It was reassuring to feel the power in the weapon, knowing that it was well-made, finely honed and very honored.

Yoda concentrated and shook his head. "Feel no one out there I do. Alone we will be." Misa opened the door, having to put her weight into it somewhat because of its disuse. She poked her head through and found herself in the second floor waiting area before entering the main communications center. She pushed Yoda through quickly and shut the door behind them, praying that it would open without too much difficulty if they needed to flee the same way.

Yoda had already made his way to the entrance door to the communications center room. Closing his eyes again, Yoda noted the presence of three people inside the other room. "Three there are. Who I cannot know."

"They are the Planetary Chairman and his two highest military personnel," Onlon informed them, his powerful voice softly murmuring in their minds. "I could keep them occupied easily enough while you get in."

Yoda affirmed the plan of action and soon the noise of panic filtered through the door. "I take it that's what he means by keeping them occupied," chuckled Misa as she swung the door open and they barged through. Well, Misa barged through; Yoda did a fast waddle.

"YOU HAVE ANGERED ME! YOU HAVE HARMED ME! ONLY BY THE GRACE OF MY BEING DO YOU STILL SURVIVE UPON ME!" roared Onlon. The three Onlonian officials were screaming in terror. Ag Burch was prostrate on the ground, terror etched upon his face. Misa almost felt sorry for him if she hadn't known what a conniver he was.

"Ungrateful beings they are, Onlon," observed Yoda mildly, waddling over to an overturned chair. With some small concentrating and a gesture of his hand, the chair was soon upright and Yoda was comfortably settled in it.

"More like sneaky and conniving," retorted Misa, pulling out cord from a pouch hanging from her belt. She quickly bound the three Onlonians, gagging them as well. She straightened up and looked from the idol module that represented Onlon in various worship ceremonies to Master Yoda, whose eyes were so droopy they almost seemed shut. "Now what?"

"I thank you both for your help," began Onlon.

Yoda waved Misa away dismissively. "Watch at door while we talk." Misa growled something unintelligible yet impolite sounding and marched away. "Your story I will hear, please, Onlon. Idea I have on our next move."

Onlon began to speak. Millennia ago the space being had grown tired of his wandering and placed himself in planetary orbit for a long sleep. As time passed and he slumbered, debris pelted him and his orbitation developed a degree of gravity that increased with each circuit of the sun and with each pile up of debris. From this debris formed life, water developed (as did other chemicals and gases), and travelers of space began to see and remember a planet, not a tired space creature. When Onlon woke thousands of years later, he discovered that he had become a planet, complete with his own civilization and environment. While he hadn't been sure this was a good thing, he didn't see what he could do about it. Obviously, he had realized, he should have taken a shorter nap.

So he began to communicate with the people living on the planet he had become. They immediately worshipped him as a god, and he helped them within the environment. As time passed and other travelers visited, the Onlonian people grew possessive, not wanting the real truth about their planet to come to light. Rumors abounded but were dismissed as ridiculous by the Republic and Onlon was accepted as a member. Onlon himself wasn't happy about the circumstances considering offworld commerce was wrecking the environment he was trying hard to maintain. Mining blasts tore through his exterior when they tunneled far enough into the surface skin. The multitude of visitors to the communications temples decreased, the government officials fearing that the secret would come out through offworld visitation to the temples. In short what seemed an interesting turn of events was becoming a major problem.

Onlon was stuck with situation, however. He had a full environment created on him space-faring form and though he could easily get rid of the outer shell of vegetation, water and gases, the creatures and people living there were a major setback to escaping the whole mess. Things were progressing from bad to worse when the fanatical Ag Burch was elected Planetary Chairman, a man who believed that to control Onlon was to control the planet's population. Burch had scientists working round the clock, trying to find a way to "capture" the space creature and bring him under their complete control. Onlon feared they were getting close to finding the solution they sought.

Yoda listened in silence, nodding here and there in understanding of the predicament. Misa looked over in the lull, a worried look on her strong features. "Tell the Republic we must. Actions they will take to stop this crisis." Yoda lifted a finger to his mouth in a pensive movement. "Yes, tell the Supreme Chancellor we will. Bring him here to speak to you we must."

"Then it is decided." Onlon sounded relieved at the decision. "Now you must go. Our allies have been pushed far inside the cavern defending against Burch's forces. Hurry and I will get you to safety once you have reached them."

Misa and Yoda glanced at each other. Misa lifted Yoda into her arms and Onlon masked them as they left his room. Without even the smallest effort, Burch and his cohorts bindings disintegrated and their minds wiped clean of the events that had taken place by the powerful spacefarer.