"I am sorry, Jedi, but that information is not intended for you, yet."
Vodo stared at the holocron as if it were the culmination of ten thousand years of Jedi annoyance. He had been trying for three hours to unlock certain information on Master Vodo Siosk Baas from this particular holocron, but the holographic Jedi keeper would not allow him access.
Holocrons worked in tandem with the Force to give out information only to the Jedi it deemed were ready to know. Evidently, it concluded Vodo did not need to know about the ancient Master Baas.
"Tell me about Exar Kun." He said for the thousandth time.
He had stated that exact sentance at least twenty times and each time had received the same answer: "I am sorry, Jedi, but that information is not intended for you, yet."
"Why not?"
"I'm sorry Jedi..."
Vodo wanted to through it across the room.
Vodo knew he was descended from Master Vodo Siosk Baas, the legendary Jedi Master who had trained Exar Kun, who in turn started the Sith War and ravaged the galaxy before he was stopped by the combined might of the Jedi at Yavin 4.
But other than that, Vodo knew nothing about himself. He knew nothing of his race, or if he even had a home planet. He was raised in an orphanage on Coruscant, born at least seventy years before, yet he looked and felt young. He could conclude that his species was long lived.
He just wanted proof. He wanted the name of a world. Thats it.
He shifted in his chair, the same one he had occupied for going on six hours. It was well into the night on Naboo, and most of the Temple was asleep.
Vodo preferred it that way.