Chapter 35 - Political Manoeuvres (1/2)

Part 1

Council Chambers

Jedi Temple

Coruscant

Good and Evil. No matter what some say, the very concept is subjective. One being's Angel could very well be another's Devil. It's all about one's morals. A being's individual perception of the outside world. That and the perception of the society in which you live. In a future that won't be, Vader said it best. From his point of view the Jedi were the evil ones, while Obi-Wan naturally thought otherwise. In essence, that was why we were gathered in the Jedi Council's Chambers. The Masters were about to render Judgement on one of their own... and on me, though no one was saying aloud that dirty little secret.

Finally, it was time for Windu's trial. The most powerful and wise of the Jedi were about to decide whether Mace acted as overzealous fool during the first attack on the Temple, one who came very close to treason against the Republic. Or if he was right and I am an embodiment of the very Evil the Order was formed to vanquish.

I looked around, trying to keep a shit-eating grin from appearing on my face. Despite the vocal protests of some Jedi, the trial was going to be public. Even better, it was going to be transmitted live throughout the galaxy. On the downside, besides few floating camera droids and the Jedi Council only few outsiders were permitted in this ”hallowed” place. The first kind were the representatives of the Senate, which were Senators Padme Amidala and Bail Organa. When I tried to find out how much political capital those two spent to get the positions, I was impressed. Let's just say that it was a considerable amount.

But enough about the Senators. I was much more interested in the second kind of blokes let in. After all, I was one of them.

Needless to say, those were the GAR representatives, made up by Valentra and myself. We had arrived escorted by teams of clones, who were pointedly heavily armed and armoured. That stunt, which was liable to piss off many Jedi, would have an impact on the public which saw us thanks to the running cameras floating around. They would reach their own conclusions.

If someone had failed to figure it out, the trial had many purposes, with Mace's prosecution about the actual laws he might or might not had broken being rather down the priority list.

First, it was a publicity stunt. That was obvious to the most of the civilized galaxy.

Second, the Jedi Council had to make a political decision. A monumental one, which one way or another would change the Order. Ironically, no matter what they did, this trial could easily lead to fracturing within their ranks that might be impossible to mend. Even without Palpy and me acting according to our own agendas... But I digress.

I am a Sith. A well known one, whose, let's say ”religion”, was becoming something of a public secret. At best. At worst everyone and their third cousin, twice removed knew it. Even if technically I wasn't from the type of Sith who were outlawed in the legal nightmare that were the Republic's law books. So as far as the Jedi should be concerned, I should be the enemy they had trained to fight for the last thousand years, right?

That was the snag. I was also a well known person, who was even rather popular with the Republic citizens. A competent general, a war hero to boot, who was being called the Saviour of Ryloth lately... One wouldn't be surprised to know that after the last few months of the war, I was better liked and respected than but a handful of Jedi. As important was the fact that a lot of the surviving crop of Senators believed that my intervention during the Senate Siege was the only reason they were still in one piece. More or less.

Then, there was Mace Windu. A great bloke, who had managed to piss off the whole GAR, a baaad thing in the current political climate. During the massive CIS offensive that came perilously close to winning the war for the bastards, every one important knew that it was only thanks to the tremendous sacrifices of the armed forces, both Clones and ordinary people alike, that the line was held and the Republic was still in the game. So right now the GAR was getting everything we wanted and then some more.

To say that the Jedi Council was under tremendous pressure to just throw Windu under the Airbus and wash their hands of him, was a hilarious understatement.

Amusingly enough, they would have done just that under different circumstances.

Nevertheless, there was one snag with that course of action. Doing so would be admitting to themselves that I wasn't the Evil Sith TM out to Conquer the Galaxy, slaughter the Jedi and corrupt everyone in sight, and not necessary in that order. Which would piss off the conservative fraction of the Order, who were supporting Windu while believing that I must be stopped at all cost. To make things worse for the Council, that was not an insignificant number of the Jedi at large. The only reason I hadn't had more confrontations like that with Windu was that the Jedi were spread thin across the galaxy.

On the other hand, there was an increasing and influential minority of men and women within the Order who were at least neutral towards me if not downright friendly. Obi-Wan, Shaak Ti, Alaya Secura, Plo Koon, just to name a few. Not to mention, their own Chosen One, to whom I was slowly becoming a mentor...

=RK=

The doors of the Council Chambers slid open again, halting my train of thought. Master Yoda slowly walked in, followed by the towering figure of Ki-Ady Mundy. The Grandmaster's cane was clattering ominously on the metal floor in step with his ponderous gait. Once the tiny Jedi Master made his way to his chair, he sat down and looked around. His eyes stopped on Valentra and me for a moment, and he hummed with something that resembled disappointment. He obviously wasn't amused by the stunt we pulled out with our heavy guard detail.

Yoda pointedly paid no attention to the cameras floating around like a bunch of overgrown insects and started speaking in a calm, almost bored tone.

”Gathered today we are, one of our own to Judge,” he came straight to the point, without wasting any time. ”Mace Windu, brought in will be,” Yoda ordered.

Moments later the doors hissed open again, revealing two faceless masks. They belonged to a pair of Temple Guardians, escorting the Jedi Master in. Windu strode in, clad in simple brow robes. I would give him that, he had an aura of power around him. To the ordinary spectator he would appear sure in the outcome of the trial. There was no sign of worry or apprehension in the way he was carrying himself. As if he wasn't the one on trial today.

Perhaps it was an act. Or he simply believed strongly enough in his cause, knowing deep within his heart that it was a just one, the right one.

When Mace was in the centre of the chamber, surrounded by a quartet of guards, the show really started.

”Mace Windu, you stand accused of grave misconduct...” Ki-Ady Mundy started speaking. ”...unbecoming of one bearing the rank of Jedi Master.”

Despite their steel discipline, the clones surrounding Valentra and myself stirred. To the left, my fellow general scowled.

Meanwhile, the Jedi Masters were giving each other cryptic looks.

”And attempted treason...” Plo Koon added in a rasping voice.

I could sense the surrounding clones calming down, glad that the Jedi, who still were the bulk of their highest ranking commanding officers, didn't just betray them out of hand by ignoring Windu's near treason. As for myself, I had to suppress a grin. The game was finally afoot.

”How do you plead?” asked Kenobi.

Obi-Wan looked calm, almost serene – the epitome of a Jedi Master. However, for someone who actually knew the man, like myself, it was obviously that he was on edge. Kenobi knew better than most what was at stake during this trial.

”If doing my duty, protecting the Citizens of the Republic and my fellow Jedi from the very threat this Order was formed to combat is counted as Treason today, then I plead guilty!” Mace's voice thundered around the chamber.

Suddenly it was quiet. Deafeningly so. The Force was shifting wildly around us, like a nervous animal. It was bidding its time, waiting.

It was a whisper, almost beyond one's capacity to hear... It was a promise for boundless possibilities... And it was all centred around Mace Windu.

I blinked, my eyes widening in understanding, something mirrored by some Jedi Masters. In this Force saturated place, we were able to perceive the edge of an ability one must be born with. A gift Mace had.

We were sensing the outer edges of a Shatterpoint. One concentrated on the trial we were participating in. Windu could see it, perceive it's very nature in a way none of us ever could.

He could influence it, and the accused Jedi Master was doing it right now.

”Tell me, my friends, since when is it a crime to arrest a Sith?! Since when is forbidden to do one's best to stop an enemy in our very midst who is subtly gaining more and more power?”

More than a third of the Jedi Masters were nodding in unison with his words, clearly agreeing. Another group, almost as numerous were displeased by what he was saying. The two main camps within the Jedi Order were revealed within seconds of the trial's start. It was also clear that the outcome, whatever it was going to be, would be decided by those who were more or less neutral on the issue.

Just as I knew it would be the case.

”This enemy you speak of...” a human Jedi Master I was unfamiliar with asked.

Windu turned his head towards me. I could see a gleam of triumph in his eyes. He pointed an accusing finger at my ċhėst.

”Darth Delkatar Veil, a Dark Lord of the Sith! One who had wormed his way into the very heart of the Republic Armed forces! A position where he could cause untold harm once he shows his true colours for everyone to see!”

”Indeed?” I asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow his way. I was pleased to feel that the Clones present in the room bristled at the accusation. I looked the Jedi Master straight in the eyes... and that was a mistake...

There was a tremor in the Force. It shook me, nearly throwing me flat on my back.

=RK=

To be Mace Windu at that moment, was akin to being a rock amidst angry white rapids. A redoubt in the centre of monstrous storm. The Jedi Master was beginning to comprehend that his attempt to influence the Shatterpoint that was his trial might have been a mistake. Somehow he was able to perceive glimpses of myriad futures, all passing by like speeding starships, all too fast to properly perceive. Some lighter, yet he sensed that the majority were much darker than the present he existed in.

Mace frowned. His ability to interact with Shatterpoints wasn't supposed to work like that. At least in his experience. After all, he wasn't so arrogant as to ȧssume that he knew everything about that skill.

Then he felt a presence. An inhuman one, vast and powerful beyond belief. Somehow he had gained its attention. Windu felt amusement, followed by a brief spell of clarity in the jumbled train of visions he was experiencing.

He saw a hunched figure, cloaked by heavy black robes sitting on a throne engulfed by shadows... One that was possibly the most powerful Force user he had ever sensed... and that one was definitely not an adherent of the Light side.

Windu was floating within crimson void, thick like a sticky syrup. It took him moments to comprehend that he was within someone's Rage given form and substance. He could bȧrėly perceive a monstrous helmet made of black gleaming metal, before being engulfed by malevolence, pain hatred and regret mixed in a potent and deadly ċȯċktail by someone fallen to the Dark Side... Yet, there was something familiar in the Force signature ȧssociated in that vision. The Jedi master just knew it was about someone he knew for years or more, however he simply couldn't place a name to his feelings. The Force signature of that person was simply that distorted... or cloaked by the entity allowing him to see a glimpse of a possible future.

Another shift. He was floating over the Temple's great hall. Which was filled with fire, smoke and the screams of the dying. His fellow Jedi were locked in mortal combat with tidal wave of white armoured figures. While the Knights and padawans he could see gave and excellent account of themselves, they were buried under a legion of clones, who had brought enough fire-power to overwhelm their adversaries by sheer volume of fire if nothing else.

Then he was amidst a lava covered wasteland, where Obi-Wan was fighting a shadow wielding azure lightsaber. A fallen Jedi or a Sith, Mace didn't know. He blinked and was within the Senate Chambers, just in time to see a tired and much older looking Master Yoda jump away from a senatorial pod hurling his way.

The Vaapad master was brought down to his knees by the death screams of thousands of Jedi. He was shocked with emotion and finally he knew what he was allowed to see. A future... The Future that would have been if Veil hadn't existed. The Fall of both the Jedi and the Republic.

'Now what?' Mace wondered in his mind.

He looked at Veil who was watching him through narrowed eyes, just like the rest of the Force Adepts in the Council Chambers. Someone was speaking, but Windu didn't hear him, being too deep in his own thoughts. He knew a terrible truth now. Without the changes Veil brought, the Jedi would be all but annihilated in the future, and the clones would pay a part in that. Now there wasn't a clear path to the future. Everything was in flux, changing too fast to glimpse anything beyond vague traces of danger. Yet Mace couldn't help but wonder, whether the fate Veil had in mind for the Jedi was better or worse than the Fall he was just warned about...

He stood up and turned towards Yoda. Mace Windu had a decision to make.

=RK=

Part 2

Jedi Temple

Coruscant

I don't really know how I stopped myself from tearing into that kriffing prick Windu when it became obvious what the bastard was trying to do. Sheer incredulity was part of it for sure. It has been ages since I encountered someone who actually could influence Shatter-points... and I had no bloody idea that Windu was one of those people.

Second, the episode was over as fast as it began, obviously in failure. We all could feel a wave of backslash passing through the Vaapad master. Which served him right. How the damn Jedi thought that he could get away with it if he had actually succeeded is beyond me. Not with a lot of the Councillors present in the flesh.

Unless they liked the outcome and decided to cover it up. Needless to say, my opinion of the Jedi, whose only reaction was to give Windu a bunch of disapproving glares, didn't endear them to me.

”Master Windu,” I hissed through clenched teeth, ”In the future, keep your Force abilities to yourself.”

”Indeed!” rumbled Yoda, who narrowed his eyes at the accused. ”More of that, have we will not!” the Grandmaster ordered in a tone of voice I had never heard him use in the movies. Though it wasn't that surprising, given that this was the real thing after all.

Around me, both Valentra and the Clones stiffened. While they could only guess what had just happened, the very idea that Windu could have used his ”sorcery” on such an occasion was pissing them off. The way my men tightened their grip on their weapons was telling.

Windu looked around with a pained expression on his face. The coiled cloud of tension that had descended over the Council chambers with his entrance tightened even move as he opened his mouth to speak. To my, and a lot of other people's surprise, Windu proved that he was a Jedi Master and a Council member for a reason.

”My fellow Jedi, it appears that I've lost my way as of late,” he spoke in a voice dripping genuine regret. Which was actually something I didn't expect from my brief acquaintance with the man. ”In my perhaps overzealous pursuit to protect all we hold dear, I came close to tearing apart the very Republic we are sworn to protect.”

That was almost as clear an admission of guilt as one could have expected. The Jedi around us stared at their colleague, wondering where he was going. So did I.

”While I can't help but wonder, what future lies ahead of the Republic with a Sith at the helm of its armies, one fact remains unchanged. So far, all of General Veil's actions had been for what he sees as the best of our nation.”

Oh, boy. Wasn't this a nice, ambiguous speech!? While not said, it was implied that my vision for the Republic's future might not be to the liking of either the Jedi as a whole or the power-brokers actually running the whole corrupt mess.

He was right about that, but that's another story...

”At the time I took what I believed to be the right course of action for us all. That's all I have to say for myself. I leave myself to the fair judgement of this Council,” Windu finished his short speech with a deep bow in Yoda's direction.

All eyes turned towards the Grandmaster. The ball was in his court.

=RK=

Shaak Ti felt like massaging her forehead. The abrupt change of tune that Mace has after toying with his Force-given abilities, was going to create more problems than it would solve. But more importantly, unless she was very much mistaken, Windu had glimpsed something during his ill advised attempt to influence the future in his own favour. While he still implied that Veil was at least a potential danger, a person from whom both the Jedi and the Republic as a whole should be wary of, for at least some, the Jedi Master's words would be viewed like an endorsement for Delkatar.

In just few short sentences, Windu had poured fuel on the flames of both Veil's supporters and the hard-liners who viewed him as the greatest threat to the future. Though in the end, Shaak Ti knew that unfortunately most beings would hear whatever they wanted to in Mace's words.

Ti stole a brief glance Delkatar's way, seeing him scowl at Windu. She felt relieved that Veil didn't attack her fellow Jedi Master when Mace kriffed up with his Force Abilities. It wasn't like the Sith wasn't provoked, if the way he had reacted was anything to judge by.

Such a disaster didn't bȧrė thinking about. Though the usually suppressed part of her that was the evolved predator couldn't help but wonder who would have won if those two went toe to toe against each other.

At those thoughts, she had to consciously prevent a quiet growl of anticipation from escaping her lips.

=RK=

Master Yoda had a dilemma to solve. All because Mace had decided to act like a blithering imbecile. The ancient Jedi Master was sorely tempted to use his cane on the much taller human's shins. Kriffing kids these days! He haven't been in such a mess in centuries!

”Hmm...” a quiet rumble escaped Yoda's lungs. ”Difficult it is. Served faithfully the Republic, you have, ” he used his cane to point at Windu's ċhėst. ”Many conflicts resolved, you have. Many lives saved, you have.”

Yoda's ears drooped in a sign of regret, while he wondered why the younglings like Mace just had to act so rash!

”Yet...” the Grandmaster trailed off, glancing from Veil to Windu.

Yoda was well aware of all facets of this trial. Of all the hopes riding on it, all the expectations and the incredible potential for disaster. Worst of all, no matter what one might have expected, his hands were mostly tied. It wasn't right, yet the trial wasn't about justice or guilt though there was plenty of both to go around. No, it was about both Jedi and Republic politics.

There was a schism within his own Order, one Yoda didn't see coming when he had decided that Veil wasn't their enemy. And he should have. After all, Yoda had been the one to train the Jedi. The one who shaped the Order for more centuries than he wanted to count.

Only to be blind-sided by an impossibility. A Sith that may not be an enemy. A logical impasse, which was undermining the foundation of the current Jedi Order.

Yoda closed his eyes, opening himself to the Force, searching for guidance. Even if he already knew the path he should take. He needed to buy time and try to heal the rift in his own house.

”Guilty you are... Of arrogance. Short-sightedness. Your actions, befitting a Jedi Master's were not. Part of this Council no longer you are!” Yoda sharply waved a hand when some Jedi Masters whispered furiously at that turn of events. For Yoda wasn't calling a vote. He was Commanding, something he usually avoided. ”Punishment enough this is not. However, in a war we are. Leaving you in prison a waste of your talents would be. Until concluded the Clone Wars are, a common soldier for the Republic you will be.”

Plo Koon gave a firm nod. ”So your guilt will be redeemed in service of the Republic.”

Windu answered with a single nod.

”This show is over!” Kenobi announced after a subtle gesture by Yoda. The Temple Guardians wasted no time in ushering the camera drones out, before leaving with Windu.

=RK=

I kept quiet until the chamber's doors sealed behind the last of the guards. Then I looked straight at Yoda.

”You very well know that letting him go with just a slap on the wrist will be unacceptable,” I said. Next to me Valentra glared at the tiny Jedi.

”We surely could reach some kind of compromise!” Padme hurried to intervene. I'm not sure how much she was aware of the inter-council and Jedi politics in general, though it should be obvious to someone as experienced in the field of politics that this trial had to be resolved. Now.

”Know this, I do,” Yoda said, his ears drooping in what I thought was a sign of regret. ”Get your wish, you will. All Jedi Officers, screened will be. Lacking the skills for command who are, removed from their positions will be.”

Valentra glanced my way and I gave him a nod. ”That will be acceptable for the Army and Navy.”

”Won't such an act be very disruptive?” asked Bail.

It was a good question.

”It will. However, in the long term, we well be much better for it. There were many instances so far that Jedi Officers of all levels made critical mistakes, both tactical and strategic. That's not something that we could allow continuing.”

Some Jedi Masters looked like they approved. Others were unreadable, however the glares sent our way by about a third of the Council was enough to give me a good idea what they thought of our agreement.

In the end they kept their mouths shut, deciding that enough of the Jedi's dirty laundry had been flashed in public for the time being. Though I just knew those folks would be a pain in my ȧss in due time.

”Well, now that's settled, you all know what follows!” I smirked, letting some of my amusement show. After all, the trial's outcome was something I was going to spin my way while giving the Jedi enough rope to hang themselves.

”A meeting with our friends of the media,” Kenobi grunted.

”Inevitable it is,” muttered Yoda, in a tone making it clear to us all that he wasn't looking forward to the meet and greet with the vultures.

The two Senators in our midst looked at each other, wondering what the problem with meeting the media was. After all, that was something both of them had to do often enough.

=RK=

The Great Hall

Jedi Temple

Coruscant

We made our way to the Temple's gates, where a small mob of reporters awaited us. That part of the Galaxy's scum was kept at bay by a cordon of Clone Troopers and Temple Guardians. I didn't need the Force to know that the security forces' tempers were already fraying while they were trying to contain the newsies. I put my best fake smile on my face and strode forward. Valentra moved to my right, schooling his face in a mask of calmness. We let the majority of the Jedi Masters in our wake, while they were striding slowly forward, refusing to show themselves as anything but dignified.

Well except Shaak Ti and Obi-Wan, who hurried ahead of their fellows to join us. To be fair, I wasn't really sure if it was a sign of support or if they wanted to be near in order to mitigate any damage the inevitable interviews were about to cause.

I nodded at the Clone lieutenant commanding the trooper detachment at the gates, and as was pre-arranged he ordered his soldiers to make way.

It took Kenobi's sharp order and Ti's glare to have the same effect on the Guardians, something that didn't remain unnoticed.

I made my way to the head of the mob and grinned at them.

”My friends, undoubtedly you have some pointed questions for both ourselves,” I tilted my head at my fellow general, ”and the wise Jedi Masters of the Council. Please go ahead.”

As expected, what followed was a cacophony of shouted questions. I waited for a few moments, before raising a hand. It took them some more time, but they quieted, managing to get to a semblance of order before the rest of the Council could join us... Thus showing better control than I expected from damn reporters.

”Let's start with you, miss!” I pointed at a pleasant looking human woman, who reminded me of that reporter from the third Mass Effect game.

”Tany Lorn, from Galactic Press. General Veil, our viewers would like to know the Army's position on the Council's decision. Further, some of them have concerns about a Sith being the nominal head of the Republic's field forces in these dark times.”

”Miss Lorn, first I can ȧssure you that the Sith I ȧssociated with all those years ago are nothing like those you are most familiar with. I'm speaking of the same so called Sith who were outlawed during the Ruusan reformations. The same Sith who are in league with the Confederacy of Independent Systems in their dastardly scheme to plunge the whole galaxy into war!” I paused for a moment, to let my words sink in and better judge the emotions of the small crowd. There was curiosity, anticipation, a lot of cynicism, as one would expect from reporters and not a small amount of fear after all that had happened. At least those were the strongest feelings of the gathered beings before me.

It was something I could work with.

”What some of my detractors whisper in the dark is true,” I let those words hang in the air. The pause was just enough for Padme and Organa to join us, shortly followed by the rest of the Councillors present on Coruscant. ”During the Great War I fought for the Empire. In that conflict I killed both Jedi and Republic soldiers. However, that war has been over for a long time. The very Empire I served, the Republic that was its arch-enemy and even the Jedi Order have been gone for millennia! The Republic I now serve is the legitimate Galactic government!” I paused for effect. ”In all the years I've lived one thing hasn't changed! I still continue to fight for imposing order and stability onto the galaxy at large, just as the Grand Army and this very Republic does! Even as we speak, both Clones and ordinary people alike bleed and die for this same ideal!” I waved a hand, encompassing both Valentra and the Clones escorting us. ”We will do our best to ensure that this conflict is fought to its conclusion with the least amount of bloodshed and collateral damage. However, the individuals who lead the other side, those so called Sith and their allies amongst the Separatist Council have shown their true colours. That of terrorists, delusional warmongers, Mass murderers who target military and civilian alike!” I took a deep breath. ”We, your proud guardians from all branches of the Republic military forces, will do whatever it takes to stop the chaos and madness unleashed by this so called Confederacy! We will bring the War Criminals leading the CIS to justice, stopping their atrocities across the galaxy once and for all!” I declared.

To my surprise, the small crowd exploded with cheers, taking me aback. I stood there, basking in their raw emotions. It was bloody glorious!

Next to me, the Jedi stood rooted in their places, not knowing how to react. Few of them were in such a position before and the raw feelings of the gathered reporters were rocking their world!

I raised a hand again, waiting for the people in front of me to calm down.

”As for your other question,” I looked the young reporter in the eyes, ”The Army agrees that given the circumstances, simply imprisoning the former Jedi Master Windu and throwing the key away, would be a waste. No matter his other faults, he is a competent warrior, one who can be put to good use in defending the Republic in her hour of need. Nevertheless, he is not someone who we feel could be trusted. So how to best to utilise his skills will be the topic of some debates,” I paused. ”Thank you for your insightful questions, miss Lorn.” I pointed at a deep blue, male Twi'lek next. ”Let's hear your questions, sir.”

”Dan Howtenstain, Coruscant News Network. General Veil, despite the successful military operations you led as of late, the Republic as a whole is seen as being on the defensive. What's more concerning, some of our military annalists say that we are at severe strategic disadvantage, something that allowed the attacks on Coruscant to happen in the first place. How would you comment on that?”

”Actually, that is a very good question Dan.” I said in a serious tone. It was time to pour even more fuel on the fire of anti-CIS resentment and fear. ”I'm about to tell you a secret that few outside the military know. It has been something that has given those of us in the know a lot of sleepless nights.”

That got everyone's undivided attention. The reporters were looking at me with hunger in their eyes. After all, it wasn't often that an official was about to tell them a deep dark secret. Officially. In front of the whole galaxy.

I found it hard to keep the serious expression on my face. I had them now. Even better, this was one of the things we discussed in the meeting with the intelligence chiefs. It was decided that I would be the one to confirm the bad news to the citizens at large.

”It is no real secret that when this war started, the Republic as a whole didn't have a real army to speak of. Just some Judicial Forces, which while good in their role, were law enforcement units. The same could be said for the Jedi as well. They are excellent in their role. That of peacekeepers and fiendishly good investigators. The fact that they are some of the galaxy's premier warriors helps as well.”

Some Jedi stood a bit straighter at the unexpected praise, while others, the more experienced and cunning of them (or simply paranoid) waited for the other shoe to drop. The newsies on the other hand, were ŀȧpping up my words as if there was no tomorrow.

”However, both groups had some major disadvantage. The most glaring of all is their startling lack of numbers. No matter how good you are, when the enemy could simply bury you in numbers without even notice, well...” I shrugged. I didn't need to extrapolate on that front. Both groups combined didn't have anything approaching the numbers to face an army. ”Second, which is as important, pertains to a lot of Jedi. Luckily to us all, that was a problem to which we found a solution which will be announced today.”

The crowd was becoming restless again. As expected, teasing them with juicy information was working.

”That problem is simple, yet complex. The mentality in which the Jedi are raised and encouraged to have, well it's contrary to what one needs to be an effective military officer. There aren't many who were able to raise above what they were taught all their lives behind the Temple's walls and become the officers that the Republic needs in her hour of need. That's why the GAR High Command and the Jedi Council reached an agreement. The performance of all Jedi already included within the Army structure will be reviewed. Those unsuitable for command positions will be replaced with beings who would find no conflict in executing their duty with their religious beliefs and ideals.”

I gave a respectful bow to the gathered Jedi Councillors. Most of them managed to keep their calm façade, though there were a lot who were glaring at me. The fun thing was that everything I said was factually true. Yet, for one who was unfamiliar (or had vague knowledge about the Force), well they would make their own conclusions about the Jedi and the way the war was prosecuted under their command.

While there were a lot of questions shouted my way, I wasn't finished. I raised my right hand in a placating gesture, waiting for an opportunity to speak again.

When the crowd calmed down a bit at my latest revelation, I was free to continue.

”Nevertheless, that's not all there is to our current problems. While the Republic is much bigger than what the traitors hold, with much greater potential economics, we do face some significant problems. To put it bluntly, when the war started, they were ready. Their economy was already on war footing, their shipyards and factories engaged producing warships, weapons and hordes of droids. While we were caught with our pants down.” I waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. ”I understand it. Really. No one sane wishes a war. Those of us who truly know it, are the last ones who would dėsɨrė it. We have seen the horrors, we carry the scars and we have lost too much to it to willingly embrace it...”

Unless that we knew that sometimes the alternative is worse. And/or we are Sith, but that's beside the point.

”So I can't place all, or even most of the blame on those Senators who simply wished for peace and opposed the raising of the Grand Army of the Republic. However, now we all find ourselves with a problem. Until the economy can be placed on a war footing, we will be at a severe disadvantage against the CIS. The next few months will be precarious, even if the latest enemy offensive has run out of steam. Now it is a race between our boys and girls, fighting across half the galaxy, trying to stem the tide of evil and buy us enough time to place our house in order and start diminishing the Separatist's advantage.”

I looked straight at one of the camera drones floating in front of me. ”While it is a dauntless task, it is far from an insurmountable one. For we don't stand alone! Many of our friends have come to the Republic's aid in our hour of need! Even now, Corellian ships and crews race to bolster the Navy in a dozen sectors. That is something that we should be grateful for. Instead of choosing the easy way, instead of simply standing aside while the Republic and the whole galaxy is torn apart in war, the Corellians chose to do the right thing! To risk life and limb to oppose the genocidal madness of the CIS! And, that my fellow beings is something that should both humble us and make us forever grateful for their example!”

=RK=

That interview was going to have major consequences across the galaxy. For both the beings who were present there in person and the masses who watched it on the holonet.

Ki Adi Mundy carefully studied the gathered reporters, while the various beings were wildly cheering Veil. He couldn't help but wonder if this was a foreshadowing of things to come. The General was an increasingly popular man, one who was on his way to becoming indispensable for a Republic struggling with enemies from both outside and within... and Democracy seldom was able to coexist with indispensable beings around...

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Nearby, Shaak Ti had trouble keeping her head clear. She was starting to understand why all the Sith were building Empires in the past.

This was a small crowd, yet the effect of those people's emotions were staggering. Ti wondered how she would feel if faced with tens of thousands, or even more beings. And what a Sith could do with such a crowd?

The Togruta knew that she should be, well scared isn't the right word, concerned about the potential nefarious plots that might lurk within Veil's head. But, she couldn't help it! She was both scared and thrilled at the thought of what he could achieve when playing with such a crowd.

She shook her head at those un-Jedilike thoughts. Shaak Ti needed to meditate and clear up her head. The shots across the bow that Veil sent as a warning towards the Council were going to give her additional headaches. She just knew it.

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Temporarily Chancellor Office

Location Classified

Coruscant

The Republic's Chancellor watched the proceedings with a frown on his face. His estimate of the threat that Veil represented was revisited once again. Upwards. However, that wasn't his priority right now. He had to find a way to keep the bulk of the Jedi on the front lines, because he was sure that after Veil cleaned house, many if not most of those weak fools would be kicked out of their cushy positions of authority. Which, of course, would create some interesting opportunities for the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Even if it meant that executing the original plan when the time came probably wouldn't be as effective as envisioned. No matter! It wasn't like he couldn't change and adapt when the situation called for it. After all, he wasn't a fossilised Jedi!

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Far away, the different members of the Confederacy council winced while watching Veil speak. The politicians amongst them found most disturbing the fact that their newest enemy apparently could easily win the reporters on his side. Those, and their networks were the ones shaping the opinions of the whole galaxy... It did not bode well, when that infernal Sith could whip up a bunch of reporters into such a frenzy. One had to wonder what he could do with the ordinary citizens... Something that soon everyone would know, once the news had some time to be absorbed by the Republic's (and to a much lesser extent the CIS's) population.

When all things were considered, those beings running the CIS were grateful that they still had a strategic advantage over the Republic.

And last, but not the least, the few beings who were the leaders of a rogue organization within both he Republic and the CIS itself, were planning how to use the latest upheaval within their adversaries to the best of their advantage.

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Part 3

Senator Amidala's Suite

Republica 500

Coruscant