The door to the penthouse suite slid open with a hiss, and Corvus immediately Paused to take in his surroundings.
Inside the room there was surprisingly little compared to the grandeur of the gallery that he had just been in.
Strictly speaking, this was a large, empty room. Empty save for a long maroon carpet that led to an uplifted platform with a swivel chair throne. Upon which sat Prince Xizor.
Clasping his hands together like a pyramid, Xizor was mimicking one of the classic poses that one would see when googling 'businessman.'
Scaly, reptilian, and green, the Falleen had a long black ponytail, and was dressed in a tasteful maroon robe that had gold highlights.
Standing next to him was his high end android companion, Guri. Looking no different than a blonde blue eyed college cheerleader dream, the droid was highly intelligent, and extremely deadly. Considering how dangerous someone like General Grievous could be, Xizor was likely relying on her for his protection. Although she looked like a harmless woman, Corvus wouldn't allow himself to drop his guard around her.
Besides these two, and an awesome view, Corvus noticed a few buttons on the side of the throne. His Awareness was directing him towards the central spot of the room.
Focusing on it, the Force warned him, and he was hit with a rare moment of precognition.
Just like when he was at the Temple and had a vision of Anakin dueling another Jedi Master, Corvus saw a brief vision of himself.
This time, he was speaking genially with Xizor, and then seemingly for no reason, the Falleen said something condescending, and pressed a button, triggering a trap door.
This wasn't an ordinary trap door either, as it encompassed the entire room besides where Xizor sat. Corvus quite literally would have nowhere to maneuver once that button was pressed. The only safe place was at the throne.
Now of course, Corvus could simply turn around now, and jump out a window. However, after witnessing his future self's potential demise, Corvus was feeling rather vindictive.
As much as it might not seem like it, what with his penchant for violence, Corvus actually preferred to talk things out. He had dumped everything into Persuade afterall.
But some people in games, and in real life were simply so stuck up, that no matter how well spoken you were, they would never negotiate or compromise.
Thus, Corvus decided to punish Xizor.
When words failed, the fist prevailed.
Unpausing, Corvus cast [Speed/Valor/Energy Resistance/Force Barrier] and then moved at the green reptilian man.
Xizor pressed a button, dropping the floor out from under him, just like in the vision, but Corvus was prepared, and had leapt just before the floor had disappeared.
However, despite this, it was looking like his jump would be short.
Xizor wore a self satisfied smug smirk on his face, but was quick to reel back in shock as Corvus used the forbidden Force power: double jump.
Throwing the ancient Falleen mask out underneath him, Corvus mimicked the Jedi from most videogames, and 'double jumped' his way towards the throne.
Guri pulled out a pair of DL-44 heavy blaster pistols (same gun Han Solo uses) and opened fire.
The power behind these shots wasn't weak, and Guri's trigger finger, as well as her targeting systems must've been fine tuned, because Corvus struggled to block these heavy shots.
Right when he thought he was going to triumph, and the bolts he deflected were going right back at Xizor, a see-through red curtain of energy erupted between them.
An energy shield-similar in appearance to the one that separated Obi-Wan from Qui Gon during their duel with Maul-currently protected the Prince.
"Well. You certainly are a skilled assassin aren't you?" Xizor drily remarked, then steepled his fingers as if he had complete control of the situation.
Whilst Xizor monologued, Corvus searched around the room, and discovered a solution to his predicament.
"Ah, a man of few words. Why don't we play a game? I guess your identity before my guards arrive, and if I'm right, you tell me the name of your employer. I'll start.
You must be a member of the Revanchist. As an avid collector, I'd recognize that mask anywhere. Ah, what was the Jedi's name again, Guri? Mala-something? The ancient texts weren't quite clear." Xizor said, and swirled some wine, then opened his mouth to be fed some cheese.
"Malak, Prince Xizor." The robot woman supplied.
"Yes, but I prefer Reva-"
"You talk too much." Corvus said, then waved his hand.
Depressing a button on the throne, the energy shield dropped, and with how close they were-less than 10ft away-there was nothing Guri could do to stop him.
Oh she tried. The droid had admirably fast reflexes, and even shot past his guard a few times, but [Energy Resistance] was simply too good.
Closing the distance, Corvus deflected a bolt at Xizor, only to discover he had a final back up plan. Both Xizor and Guri were wearing personal energy shields. That meant both of them would be resistant to the slashes of a lightsaber.
Corvus maintained his cool, and responded appropriately.
[Force Lightning] left both his hands, and began to fry both man and machine.
Xizor's skeleton began to show, and Guri's circuits started to malfunction, rendering her inoperable.
"Aughhh!" Xizor screamed in agony as Corvus shocked him.
Unfortunately for both of them, Force abilities could only be blocked by shields made from the Force, and if Palpatine's lightning hands were super effective against Vader's suit, then Corvus figured his own [Force Lightning] would work just as well-or better-on an android.
Causing both beings to perish, Corvus got a pair of notifications granting him exp.
[+2,500 exp]
[+7,500 exp]
After he saw this notification, he used his Computer skills to cancel the silent alarm from the throne, close the trap door, and then placed a hand on Xizor's corpse. He cast both [Heal] & [Revitalize].
Black eyes that had moments ago rolled over, and a face that was once nothing more than a burnt marshmallow now looked at Corvus with barely concealed terror. Drawing in a ragged gasp, Xizor breathed heavily, as if he might go into a panic attack at any moment.
Falleen were a species that prided themselves on maintaining their composure. They thought very highly of their culture, and believed that warm blooded species wore their hearts on their sleeves. That being cold blooded and reserved was the pinnacle of Falleen society.
Xizor in particular held these beliefs to a ridiculously high standard.
To see his composure break so completely, Corvus felt as if Xizor was in an incredibly weak state right now, ripe for the plucking.
He had walked into this room looking to make an associate, to become 'professionals with benefits.'
But now, Corvus saw that he could make this trillionaire into an asset, Xizor just needed a little push.
"Who are you? What have you done to me? What. What was that?" Xizor spoke with a calm facade in an attempt to regain his cool.
However, the Force was telling Corvus that no matter how much Xizor appeared like he was in control, he was figuratively…and literally shitting his pants right now.
Fortunately Corvus had installed that gas mask modification on his mask before he set out.
Instead of answering his questions, Corvus reached a hand forward, and let sparks arc between his fingers.
The Falleen Prince flinched, and leaned as far back into his chair as possible, like a cat that had been sprayed by water.
Corvus almost felt bad for this guy, as he didn't like inflicting pain on people, but he swept such thoughts aside, as no one became a trillionaire in this galaxy without getting a little blood on their hands. Besides, Xizor was canonically one of the worst villains in the galaxy, by taking him to heel now, Corvus could mitigate a lot of suffering throughout the universe.
"You died, Xizor." Corvus eventually said, pulling his hand back.
Xizor remained silent, and Corvus was in no hurry to speak as he turned his back to the reptilian man, and gazed out the window into the nightlife of Coruscant.
Flying cars went by, and the hum of the city became white noise. This white noise was interrupted as Corvus heard the click of Xizor repeatedly pressing the button for the silent alarm. He did so with all the subtlety of an excited child pressing an elevator button a dozen times in half a minute.
Corvus found such an action to be quite comedic. Here was one of the most powerful men in the galaxy sitting in one of the most opulent expensive super structures, and because he thought he was such a chad gigabrain with a few fancy traps, he risked his own life so that he could witness his enemy's demise. All for the thrill of it.
It just went to show that arrogance was what killed the best laid plans. Hell, Corvus just now almost lost to his own arrogance! If he didn't have that moment of precognition, he wouldn't have acted with violence from the beginning.
Not that the trap door was particularly threatening since he had his forbidden 'double jump' technique, but regardless, arrogance was certainly something Corvus would have to watch out for.
Nodding his head, Corvus turned around to see Xizor reaching for one of the blasters on the floor.
Pulling it into his grasp using the Force, Corvus silently pointed it at Xizor's forehead.
Xizor defiantly glared at Corvus. The Falleen was a mess of emotions, but he wouldn't beg.
"Respectable." Corvus softly intoned, then placed a bolt of red hot plasma between his eyes.
[+0 exp]
Corvus was both saddened and relieved that he couldn't derive any exp from repeat murders. Because if he could spam farm 2,500 exp from this guy like he had just done, it would be a lot faster than grinding mines, and a lot more unethical.
He didn't care for this type of negotiation, and it was very un-Jedi like. However, he was a Jedi Shadow. The equivalent of black ops within the Order. Some things were left off the record for a reason.
Reviving Xizor one more time, Corvus placed the handgun in the alien's lap, and stared at him.
"What do you want?" Xizor eventually got out after a few tense minutes.
"Are you interested in immortality, Prince Xizor ?" Corvus responded with a question of his own.
Xizor didn't outwardly change his expression, and his pride refused to let him speak, but the Force SANG his desire.
Of course Corvus couldn't really make someone immortal, but Xizor didn't have to know that. Being brought back from the dead was a pretty big miracle as it was.
Heck, if some mysterious robed guy brought him back from the grave when he lived on Earth, he'd probably worship him as some kind of god.
Corvus nodded at Xizor, as the reptilian was too stunned to come up with an answer.
"I know you wish to rise through the ranks of the Black Sun syndicate. I will help you. In return, you will secretly advance the cause of the Jedi, slow down your shipments of military goods, and damage the efforts of Sheev Palpatine at every turn. Put your pressure on those senators who support him, strip him of his authority. Use the impending economic crisis I have engineered to squeeze the Empire dry." Corvus commanded.
"If you are so powerful, why not slay him yourself?" Xizor gathered his courage and asked.
"You are so rich, why aren't you the leader of the Black Sun's yet?" Corvus replied.
Xizor didn't seem to like that very much, but didn't retort, as he must've felt that he was standing on thin ice.
"By the end of the year, your competition for the rank of Vigo within the Black Sun shall be over. Depending on your efforts, the position of leader may very well be within your grasp as well." Corvus declared, and then turned to leave.
He then deliberately, slowly walked over the trapdoor on the way out.
Xizor could press the button at any time, reactivating it…but he didn't.
As Corvus reached the threshold to the door, he paused, and spoke over his shoulder.
"You're mine now, Prince Xizor. Not even death is an escape from me."
Then Corvus turned invisible right before Xizor 's eyes, and disappeared from the room.
"...yes….Lord Revan."
After dealing with Xizor, Corvus left the palace, and took Bail's private elevator down to Coruscant's lower levels.
Thanks to his map feature, he could find his way back to his hideout, however, it was a few dozen miles away.
Corvus was in no hurry to return, as he figured he should have at least a day or two before Palpatine returned.
During his trek back, Corvus drank in the cyberpunk-like vibes that the city gave off.
Neon signs were everywhere, near humans, cyborgs, aliens, and droids commingled.
Drugs, prostitutes, cyborg enhancements, weapons, and more were openly peddled on this lower level.
Heat was constantly churning through grates as the air from factories pooled into the area.
The places without these neon signs were abysmally dark, and bereft of venta. Temperatures away from the main street dropped to bone chillingly cold levels, and life for any homeless or street vagabonds seemed horrible.
In fact, 90% of the life forms he came across appeared to be miserable. To Corvus, it was like they were no different than men from the 1800's who lived their lives working in mines. Battered, hunched, and oil stained, these unfortunate low lives likely didn't make it past 40 on average.
It was a dismal scene, one that made him both angry, and disappointed in the Jedi.
As much as he found bleeding hearts like Padme to irk him, he couldn't help but agree with her when it came to the safety of average people.
Because what he was witnessing right now was but a small slice of what was going on around the entire planet. Hundreds of billions of people amongst the trillions that called Coruscant home underwent back breaking labor, and lived amongst toxic, piss poor conditions.
It really ticked him off.
He didn't know how to fix this catastrophe, but if the Jedi ever came back into power, he'd be enforcing labor laws.
Violently if he had too.
Shaking his head, Corvus traversed this entire area invisibly, and cast AOE [Heal] on literally everyone he passed.
Along the way he would slip tiny pins with the Jedi Order into their pockets so that he could generate a little good will.
Passing through miles and miles of morose, overworked people, Corvus witnessed all sorts of terrible situations nearly every block, yet he did nothing as he had to grab his Jedi companions and leave Coruscant.
He somewhat sympathized with the Jedi, and understood that with their small numbers it would be difficult to clean up the planet, but they had super powers, access to Mind Trick, and influence over many facets of society. Allowing the Ruusan Reformation to neuter their power base was the worst thing the Order could have done.
Shaking his head in disappointment, Corvus could at least feel a little satisfied with what he had done in this short span of time.
As a bonus, he had farmed a rather substantial amount of exp after helping relieve the aches and pains of thousands.
His Path of the Jedi had gone from level VI to X in no time at all.
[Path of the Jedi X: Help the Innocent, Vulnerable, Pure, Just or Weak: 789/10,000. Reward: 80,000 EXP]
The prior levels had granted him: 30, 40, 50, 60, 70,000 exp per quest completion.
Adding onto the exp granted by Xizor and Guri, he had netted 260,000 exp, and leveled up to 20.
Glancing at his current exp bar, he was resting at 84,730/210,000 to lvl 21.
Each level up was requiring exponentially more experience, but healing people had proven to be an excellent source. In Corvus's opinion, it was much better than disabling mines.
For one, he got to see the people perk up, walk without limping or back pain. It felt good to know he was making a positive impact on people's lives. Secondly, it was way more efficient for farming or grinding exp, and wouldn't drive him to madness. Lastly, he got to explore the world of Star Wars, to actually walk the land, and breathe in this sci-fi fantasy.
It was dark, gritty, and full of all sorts of opportunities. One day, he'd come back to the underbelly of Coruscant, and he'd follow up on those leads.
Shaking his head, disappointed that he couldn't put an end to all the unethical nonsense with the snap of a finger, Corvus finally arrived at the tailor shop.
Stepping inside, Corvus made sure his Revan mask was put away, and came face first with a lightsaber.
Corvus recognized his assailant as Yon, and easily battered away the green saber with his own. He then lowered the power on his second saber, and slashed at the young teen's wrist when it looked like he wouldn't back down.
"Corvus. You were gone for a long while? Kill any Imperials?" Yon said in a hate filled tone, whilst massaging his wrist.
"It is good to see someone has been guarding the entrance, good job, Yon. As for my activities, I shall tell everyone myself." Corvus simply stated, then began to move towards the hidden rooms in the back.
Yon pouted, but was quick to follow behind him.
Hearing lightsaber combat down the left hall, Corvus assumed Keira and Linyin must be sparring. Reaching out his senses, he noticed Zork was in one of the side chambers meditating, and off to the right, Jax was in the workroom with Master Paratus.
"Summon Zork, Linying, and Keira to the central room. I shall be but a moment." Corvus instructed Yon.
Curiously, the kid was a spike of vitriol in the Force once Corvus had mentioned Linyin and Jax. These last three days had not been kind on the boy's psyche it would seem.
"Sure." Yon replied with a barely repressed scowl, then turned to depart.
"Yon." Corvus said, halting him in his tracks.
"What, you're not going to call me a Dark Jedi too?" Yon but back, and crossed his arms.
"I will not tell the others this, but I slaughtered over two thousand clone troopers during my mission. One day, if you choose to heed my council, you too may be capable of such a feat."
Yon searched his face for any deception, yet he found none.
Corvus knew it was dangerous to offer a guy like this power, but it was the easiest way to get his attention. Once he had Yon under his tutelage, then he could hit him with teachings out of an old kung fu movie. The Jedi were always so cryptic, but Corvus would be direct. Yon had suffered so much when his master died, Corvus owed him that much.
"That feeling of powerlessness gnaws at you, doesn't it? That in some way, you may feel responsible for not being strong enough. I know that feeling all too well. I want to teach you, but first we must have respect for one another. Are you willing to work with me, Yon?"
"...yes…Master Corvus." Yon dropped the petulance from his voice, and slightly bowed.
"Good. We shall discuss your training at length later. Now go along, I have a promise to keep." Corvus shooed Yon away, then moved towards Jax & Paratus.
Entering the workshop, Corvus let himself be known in the Force.
"Ah, Knight Corvus, are you finished with your meditation?" Paratus snidely remarked.
"Master Corvus." Jax nodded, yet hope was sparkling in this white haired teen boy's eyes.
"My apologies, gentlemen, my meditation was necessary for what I had to do on the surface. The details of which, I shall share with you two shortly. However, we have something much more important to attend to." Corvus said with warmth, and looked down at the stumps where Jax's arms used to be.
"Very well, this shall be a painful operation. Are you ready, Padawan?" Paratus questioned.
Jax held Corvus's gaze, then silently nodded his head.
"I have prepared a sedative, let us begin." Corvus said, and then injected a sleeping tranquilizer into Jax.
He then cast [Valor] on all three of them-particularly focusing on Paratus due to his unstable mental state-then took a step back.
"Stand back and remain quiet please, this is a delicate procedure. I will call upon you when your services are necessary." Paratus sternly intoned, and then he began to hook up the cortosis weave arms onto Jax.
The operation was surprisingly swift, and Paratus was finished within an hour.
Zork-the dragon-kin alien Padawan-had come in to watch at some point, and stood besides Corvus. Whilst Paratus was conducting the surgery, Corvus had slipped Zork the star chart to Tython, and silently asked him to translate the ancient text.
The green scaled dragon-kin took the old document with glee, and silently began to decode it.
Time passed, and Paratus was all sweaty as he pulled back from Jax. The teen was looking a little paler than usual, and had lost a decent amount of blood, but he was healthy!
"Now, if you would, Knight Corvus." Paratus said, and took a step back.
Corvus nodded, and cast [Heal] a couple of times.
Zork looked on with unconcealed awe, and even Paratus showed some interest in one of the Lightsides best techniques.
"Master Corvus?" Jax woke up, and said with some fatigue.
Tossing another [Valor] on the boy, Corvus hit him with a shot of energy, and he was wide awake.
"Try making a fist." Corvus softly intoned.
Jax opened and squeezed his hands, moved his fingers like playing a piano, and proved himself to be highly dexterous.
[Quest Complete: Restore Jax's arms. Reward: 1,000 exp, Ability: Mentor]
[Mentor: Pass on 1% of any skill during a 5hr teaching session, this value is increased to 5% to a student who has acknowledged you as their teacher, and 10% for personal disciples.]
!!!!
The reward for completing this quest was HUGE!
Corvus low-key had been kind of worried that he might be seen as a fraud. However, with this new ability, he could pass on core techniques!
If he ever held a group lecture, he could theoretically raise an entire generation of Jedi single handedly!
Corvus was so caught up in the moment, he was shocked when he saw Jax taking a knee before him, and bowing his head.
"Master Corvus, please take me as your Padawan learner." Jax asked in an incredibly serious tone.
At the same time, Corvus felt hurt through the Force. Zork-who was standing behind him-seemed as if he also held such aspirations.
Well, having only one apprentice at a time was an old idea, Corvus wouldn't mind accepting Zork, but that would have to wait for later.
Looking down at the often quiet, yet observant boy, Corvus sensed nervousness, hope, and a hint of fear.
Corvus warmly smiled, and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder, causing him to look up.
"I would ask the two of you to grant us a moment of privacy, please."
As soon as Zork and Paratus left the room, Corvus turned back to Jax.
"Before you so readily rush to become my student, know that I wield both the darkside and the lightside with the goal of seeking balance. Knowing this, do you still intend to take me as your master?" Corvus questioned in a candid tone.
"Yes I do." Jax boldly, instantly replied.
"Very well then, repeat after me:
I am at Peace; for I know Emotion.
I have Power; for I also have Knowledge.
I have Passion; for I am Serene.
I can embrace Mortality; for I know Death.
I am balanced through the Force.
I Corvus Corax, take you as my disciple. To watch over, guide, fight for, and protect until the day the Force dies.
Do you, Jax Noir, promise fealty, obedience, and loyalty to your master."
"I promise."
"Then rise, my apprentice!" Corvus lifted Jax with the Force, and then inclined his head.
Jax bowed, and responded with a reserved smile.
"My philosophy on the Force is somewhat unique, but not foreign to the Jedi Order. I shall instruct you in the days to come. For now, we must gather with everyone else." Corvus explained, and then turned to leave.
"Yes, master." Jax nodded, and followed behind.
Entering the hall, Corvus saw that everyone was waiting outside.
"Jax, Corvus!" Linyin ran forward, and excitedly stepped uncomfortably close to the two of them. Her lekku bobbed up and down, and her personality exuded a sort of puppy dog energy that reminded Corvus of bubblegum.
"The operation was a success, congratulations, Jax." Keira nodded, and let out a calm serenity throughout the Force. "Yon was saying you had an announcement to make?" Keira said to Corvus, and pulled Linyin away.
Corvus smiled at the young Twi'lek teen, then smiled at the short haired, green skinned tomboy Jedi Knight.
"Yes, I have accomplished a great many things during my absence, as well as secured transport offworld.
"Well, since we're all here, I'll cut to the chase. Darth Sidious is due to return to Coruscant sometime within the next 48hrs. I have secured transport off-world, and intend to take us to Tython."
"Tython?! I thought that place was just a myth!?" Linyin exclaimed in shock.
"So were the Jedi Shadows, yet here one stands right in front of you." Yon taunted.
"Tython, this is a surprise. My own master had gone in search of the fabled planet, yet the hyperlanes had moved beyond reach, and he was never heard from again. It is a fool's errand." Paratus dismissed.
"Zork?" Corvus confidently pressed the teen forward.
"Uh-ah, yess! This star chart that you gave me doesn't actually detail how to reach the Tython System." Zork embarrassedly replied.
"Master wouldn't give you anything useless." Jax said in a defensive tone.
"Master?!" Yon & Linyin both exclaimed in shock at the same time.
"W-well, it isn't useless! The scroll is ancient, and hard to make out, but it lists a ritual for finding hyperlanes, it says that it needs a kyber crystal cavern to operate, like the one on Illum!" Zork eventually got out.
!!!
Corvus was initially disappointed that he had to go on a side quest to reach Tython, however, if reaching ancient mystic planets were so easy, everyone would be doing it. Besides, a ritual that discovered hyperlanes was huuuuge. Lost planets, and Systems that never connected to the wider galaxy could become ripe for the picking! Depending on how he played it, Corvus could not only reignite the Jedi Order, but he could secretly construct a new power base entirely!
Tapering down on his excitement, Corvus turned to address Zork and the rest.
"If memory serves correctly, Illum is in the outer reaches. Unless someone knows the coordinates based off memory, I know of a cave at Dantooine." Corvus supplied.
"I-I know! I memorized the route." Zork said, raising his hand.
"Very good Zork." Corvus praised, then turned to regard Keira and Paratus. "Will you come with me to Illum, to Tython? To rebirth the Jedi Order?" Corvus asked each person present, and looked them in the eye.
"I will follow master wherever he goes." Jax was first to speak up.
"Sounds interesting." Yon crossed his arms.
"Y-yes, I want to g-go to Tython!" Zork repeatedly nodded.
"Master, please!" Linyin begged Keira.
Keira had her arms crossed, and was regarding Corvus with suspicion.
"You often speak about reforming the Order, of reforming the Republic. Each time you allude to fixing corruption or righting some wrong. Before I decide to travel with you, I want to hear specifics. Enough with the vague generalities, enough with the charlton act. Speak, Corvus, or depart without me." Keira calmly said, and laid out her ultimatum.
"Master!~" Linyin begged again.
"No, Linyin, she-you all have a right to know.
To start, let us all understand how the Jedi came to be in this dire situation. You are all familiar with the Ruusan Reformation, so I will not go over that event. However, the Jedi prior to the reform held office, married, had children, and formed attachments. For tens of thousands of years, this was the norm. The thousand years since then have proven to be a dismal disastrous experiment.
Jedi often wish to form attachments, and are stronger for it. Members of our Order who are strict adherents become closed off, and end up like Mace Windu. Even compassion, one of the core Jedi tenants has been shoved to the wayside due to this constraint.
Master Obi-Wan channeled his emotions when he defeated Darth Maul, and yet he sat on the council. Mace Windu hypocritically developed his own fighting style, Vapaad, which called upon emotion.
Instead, we are told to ignore such feelings, instead of working through them. Master Yoda failed Count Dooku. Dooku, once a herald of the Lightside, fell because he cared too much. He wanted to pursue justice against those who murdered, raped, and stole, yet the Order held him back because it went against Republican law. What is more important to a Jedi, their principles, or the law? Look at what following the law has done to us! It has been used, and abused by the Sith. Acting as Supreme Chancellor, Palpatine took advantage of the Jedi, and exposed the Republic's corruption to us.
The Jedi once fielded Watchmen in every System secretly weeding out the corrupt and vile. Jedi Lords governed worlds, and acted as the judiciary arm of the government. I would see us resume those roles, and enforce justice upon the murderer, the slaver, and the thief.
Just two hours ago, I walked the streets of Coruscant, and witnessed unimaginable suffering, and abject corruption. All this within the supposed cultural center of the galaxy, beneath the very seat of the Jedi's power! Our strength is used solely for the senators, and to mediate between the wealthy elite. The common man only thinks of us as oppressors.
If we are keepers of the peace, it is high time we started acting like it.
I ask you once more.
Will you join me?"