The brooding MAS AMEDDA looks down on the crowd gathering far below. SLY MOORE approaches.
MOORE: Mon Mothma was using a secured frequency channel, my Lord. I tried everything, but was unable to establish a connection trace.
AMEDDA: No matter. The damage is already done.
MOORE: Kane did not launch soon enough.
AMEDDA: And I will deal with him shortly. If there is one thing we have learned from our time with Sidious, it is patience; this plan may have been foiled, but we do have another in place.
AMEDDA withdraws into the building. SLY MOORE smiles, and lifts the dark hood of her cloak over her head.