Obi-Wan stood quietly beside Liora, his eyes flicking to the hologram of Master Windu that flickered before them. Liora, now in her human form, was resting on the bed, her injured leg propped up carefully. Her body was still healing, but the worst of the poison had been dealt with. Despite the discomfort, she managed to sit up slightly, watching the conversation unfold.

Master Windu's hologram flickered as he adjusted his stance, his expression serious. "You see," he began, his deep voice carrying the weight of authority. "It seems this situation is far worse than we anticipated. If Sauron's return is truly upon us, we can't afford to take any chances."

Obi-Wan nodded gravely, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his lightsaber. "We've only begun to scratch the surface of this threat. But we can't ignore the importance of returning to Coruscant. The Council needs to be alerted, and we need all the resources we can gather."

Liora, still resting, tilted her head slightly, her eyes thoughtful. She had heard the exchange, her mind racing with thoughts of her own people—the elves, her grandmother's legacy—and the prophecy. The weight of it pressed on her, but for now, her body needed rest.

Master Windu turned to Yoda, his expression questioning. "Should we get them back to Coruscant, Master Yoda?"

Yoda hummed softly, his wise eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. "It would be best, wouldn't it?" he said, his voice calm but filled with resolve. "The answers lie there. Only by standing together can we face what is to come."

Obi-Wan bowed his head respectfully. "I agree. We will prepare immediately."

Liora, who had been silently listening, spoke up, her voice steady despite the exhaustion she felt. "I can fight. I am not helpless," she said, her amber eyes flashing with determination. "But I understand the importance of going back to the Jedi Council. There is much to be done."

Windu's hologram flickered once more, and his voice was tinged with concern. "We cannot underestimate the danger. You must be careful. And Liora, make sure you are fully healed before engaging in any further battles. We need you at your best."

Obi-Wan looked at Liora, concern in his eyes but a quiet confidence in his voice. "You've shown great strength, Liora. But your health comes first. We'll ensure you're safe before we take on any more risks."

Liora nodded, though her mind remained restless. Her past, her family's legacy, and the prophecy were all heavy burdens to bear. But now, the fate of the galaxy seemed intertwined with her own, and the responsibility weighed on her.

"Let's go back," Liora said softly, her voice carrying a sense of finality. "But we must be ready. For what's coming, and what we must do."

Obi-Wan turned back to Master Windu's hologram, confirming their plan. "We're ready. We'll prepare to leave immediately."

Master Windu's image flickered one last time, then disappeared with a soft hum. Yoda's wise gaze lingered on Liora, his small form steady as ever. "Be ready, we all must. A dark time ahead, there is."

With that, Obi-Wan turned and helped Liora to her feet, supporting her as she walked with a limp, still feeling the lingering effects of her injury. Together, they would face the unknown dangers that loomed ahead—side by side with the Jedi, and with the knowledge that they had no choice but to stop Sauron and the shadow he cast over the galaxy.

SCENEBREAK

Sauron sat motionless in his dark tower, his towering figure casting a menacing shadow across the room. The flickering torches barely illuminated the vast, ominous space, and the air was thick with tension. As the orcs entered, their heavy footsteps echoed off the cold stone floor, each of them visibly unnerved by their lord's presence. They bowed low, their heads down, knowing the danger of speaking out of turn.

"My lord," one of them began, his voice shaking slightly. "The scouts we sent to the Badlands haven't returned. We fear they may have been discovered. The Jedi, the ones we heard rumors about, are moving through the region, and the queen of the dinosaurs... she is recovering." He paused, then added nervously, "She's back on her feet, my lord."

Sauron's eyes, glowing with an unnatural light, flicked upward slowly. His gaze was cold and calculating, as if he were already weighing his options. The orcs quivered under his scrutiny, but no one dared to look away.

"Azog," another orc suggested, his voice dripping with eagerness. "Should we send Azog to kill her? He has always proven himself strong enough."

At the mention of Azog, a twisted smile crept across Sauron's face. His mind, filled with the darkness that was his very essence, considered the idea. Azog, the brutal orc chieftain, was known for his ruthlessness, and sending him to eliminate a threat like Liora could work in their favor. But Sauron was not quick to make such decisions. His dark intelligence saw further than mere violence; he thought in grand designs.

"No," Sauron said coldly, his voice deep and foreboding. "Azog is useful for slaughter, but the queen of the dinosaurs... she is no ordinary foe. She possesses more than brute strength. She has the blood of the old earth in her veins, and the prophecy speaks of her as a force of reckoning. We must tread carefully. Let the orcs hunt for the others in the Badlands, but leave the queen for now."

The orcs exchanged uncertain glances, sensing the weight of his command. Sauron's voice, though calm, carried an undeniable edge. "We will not strike blindly. Instead, I will send a message—one she cannot ignore. We'll let her come to us. Once she understands the full scope of what is at stake, she will have no choice but to confront me."

The orcs bowed even lower, their fear palpable. "As you command, my lord," one of them said, his voice trembling.

Sauron's form loomed even darker in the dim light of the tower, his mind already working on how to twist the situation to his advantage. He would not simply crush Liora and her allies. No, he would break them, make them understand the futility of their resistance, and once she faced him, he would ensure her fall would be more than just a defeat—it would be the beginning of the end for all who stood against him.

"You will send a message," Sauron repeated, his voice now low and powerful. "And when the time comes, we will see who truly holds the power in this world."