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.

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 was contingent on my acting their traitor.

My face could not have fallen any faster.

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