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(4.1) Facing the Horrors
Facing the Horrors
Grovlands Heights
Neeshana
With the fall of Oulaven to the Azgards just the month before, all eyes turned to Neeshana as the next most logical military target. The world was the center of many regional hyperspace lines and a major supply hub for the Rebel Jedi and their Allies. The Temples that were hosted on Neeshana held some of the most diverse Force Using traditions in the Republic. It was because of their loose partnership with the Oulaven Movement that placed Neeshana and their Temples in allegiance with the Rebel Jedi and Grand Master Bevurn'Age. Despite the wide range of disagreements between the Neeshana Temples and the Oulaven Temple regarding the war, actions taken, and base beliefs, the leaders of Neeshana allowed Bevurn'Age to bring her movement to their world when Oulaven fell. A decision that they would regret.
Even though the world was largely a peaceful world prior to the war. Being an Outer Rim World in such a prime location, Neeshana was a military giant of the Outer Rim. They controlled the third largest professional military and the second largest fleet in the Outer Rim. The world boasted one of the most advanced planetary shields outside of the Core Worlds. These points made Neeshana a powerful ally to the Oulaven Jedi and a massive thorn for the Republic during the Jedi Civil war. However, it was the leadership of the Azgards who insisted on holding off invading Neeshana till the last possible moment. They had hoped that with the fall of Oulaven, Neeshana would surrender the war effort and end a need for the Republic to invade.
Once Bevurn'Age hosted a media event on the steps of one of the Temples on Neeshana to boast her survival and willingness to continue to fight the Coruscant Temple, it was clear that an invasion had to take Neeshana out of the war once and for all. It was clear to the Azgardian planners, that the invading force would surely suffer great losses even before they were able to breech the shields of the Neeshana. The cost in warriors was estimated at nearly five hundred thousand if not even higher than that. The cost to the Azgard Fleet was estimated at over two hundred capital ships and twice as many support ships. However, it was Azgard ingenuity that found a frightful way to breech the shields and decimate the planet in one horrifying swoop.
The former pride of Neeshana, Grovlands was once the capital of Neeshana before two weeks ago. Neeshana held not only one but three large temples complexes where the study of the Force was the focus. However not only was the Force studied here, but also the history of nearly a thousand long lost cultures and their relation to the Force. Grovlands was home to two of these large temples and the majority of the students and scholars that studied on this world. Its skyline was rumored to be seconded only by Coruscant in the Core Worlds. All this ended two weeks ago when fire rained down from the sky. Now this megacity has been laid to waste under an attack it had no hope of defending against. The city took two attacks powerful attacks which blasted the entire city to ruins and leaving nothing standing for nearly three hundred kilometers from the City Center.
Never before had any kind of attack like this ever been carried out. Already laws were being drafted in the Senate to ensure that it could never happen again. Azgard combat tugs used their powerful tractor beams to locked on to asteroids that drifted in the asteroid belt just outside the system. Once the asteroid had been secured, the tug would enter hyperspace pulling the asteroid along with it. The two sped their way towards Neeshana at faster than light speeds. Once the tug reached its preset point, it cut the tractor beam and dropped from hyperspace. As the tug made a hard turn to avoid the planet, the asteroid slowed just below the speed of light and slipped back in to normal space. The asteroids were able to punch through the planet's defending ship like a hot knife through butter. Some asteroids were destroyed while crushing defending warships while others slipped past and headed for the planet. The planetary shield held little hope of protecting the world from an object speeding towards it at near light speeds.
The devastation in orbit as well as on the planet was on a scale never imagined before. The defending ships had planned on an invasion coming in the form of Azgard ships. They planned for tight formations to support each other while picking the invading ships apart. Entire squadrons of ships were wiped out as their formations took direct hits from massive asteroids. The exploding ships caused the remaining ships to break their formations to avoid debris. This made them easy pickings for the incoming Azgard Fleets. Those asteroids that made it through to the world ripped through the planetary shields with little effort. The impacts were clearly seen from orbit as entire cities vanished from the face of the world under massive fireballs. For nearly fifteen minutes asteroids fell from the sky, till a lone Jedi starfighter stood in the path of death out of defiance. This single act of pure bravery and self sacrifice had lasting affects for Neeshana as well as the entire war.
Now with the war suspended a delegation from the Republic has entered in to talks with the remaining leadership of Neeshana in hopes of ending the fighting on their world once and for all. Even before the talks were over, aid ships from the Republic started arriving to help the survivors from the attacks. A soft Galactic out cry for peace has turned in to a thunderous roar as news of Neeshana's ordeal becomes wide spread. Despite a tight lock down on communication by the Republic Military, a phantom report was leaked and tipped the Galactic Media outlets of the events. While no one knows where the report came from, it was easily proven as reporters arrived on the scene. Anger and hate which had fueled the war for so long has turned to pity and sadness the news of this horrific event spreads. However, nothing can compare to the sadness and disappointment from one man's heart. A group of Azgard soldiers walks slowly about the ruins of Grovlands as a military shuttle makes its approach to a landing site near them.
Warlord Raynar slowly walked past a burned out building as he and his command staff see first hand the horrors of their attacks. The landscape of Grovlands had been turned in to something right out of a nightmare. The air was filled with dust and ash from the twin fireballs that rose above this city nearly two weeks ago. The hot thermal winds blew the dust and ash through the ruins causing large duns to form along the remaining walls. His bearded face shows the heavy signs of his heart. The trails of tears washed lines on his dust and ash covered face. “Tell me, what time did the attack occur” he asked one of his aides while he slowly lowered himself down to his knees. His personal guard force, all dressed in their black armor stood out while they kept a sharp eye out. They were not looking for conflict, as they encircled their leader while watching for those who would dare take advantage of the Warlord's location.
“Zero Nine One Fife, local standard time Warlord” his aide said looking at his data pad.
Raynar nodded, “And the population of this city?” He ran his right hand through the fine dust and ash. He watched closely as it ran through the metal fingers of his new cybernetic arm. The arrest of Grand Master Quaad was suppose to have taken place at the Senate building where he was scheduled to give a speech about the war. Quaad had been tipped off of the coming arrest and canceled his speech at the last minute. Raynar was forced to march his Black Dragons on the Jedi Temple and take the Grand Master by force. It was an intense battle and many good warriors on both sides had died in the battle. It pained Raynar that it happened the way it did but Quaad had to be brought to justice. In the end, Raynar lost his right arm and Quaad lost his life during their personal dual.
The same aide read from his datapad once more, “Nearly one hundred million, Warlord.”
Raynar nodded as he rose up from his knees and sighed deeply. The loss of life here was on his hands and he could feel it. He looked around at the once proud city as he thought of the blood on his hand. He didn't say a word as he just thought of the destruction of so many innocent lives. The beeping from his comlink he had ignored for the first few seconds, brought him from those painful thoughts. He pulled his comlink up and activated it. He saw the bluish image of Nabrina come in to being. “Warlord, you will be happy to know that we were able to fulfill your request. A cease fire between the Republic and Neeshana has been signed. Azgard warriors can start to be pulled off world once the peace keepers are able to take over in one week. Already I have heard from my contacts back at the Senate, the peace keeper force is on their way. Your forces will remain in orbit till the final end of hostilities have been signed back on Coruscant next month. I made sure that your name was kept from the negotiations. I think you are correct, if you had been there or part of it. Than the negotiations would not have gone as well.”
Raynar nodded, “Thank you Nabrina for all your help. And the aid ships?”
“Azgard supply ships are meeting with them and transferring the supplies outside of system. The relief effort is pouring in as we speak. There are just so many that are in need, I only hope we can get help to all of them in time.”
Raynar nodded, “What ever you need, supplies, resources, anything, you let me, personally know. Azgard will do the right thing here. This I promise you Nabrina” he said flatly as he looked around. Had he done the right thing before, none of this would happened. He let himself become distracted and millions paid the price.
“Thank you Warlord. I am sure that once it gets out, people will understand that Azgard was not directly responsible for this horrible event. They will see the truth as we have. One question that came up during the negotiations, what is to happen of the Azgard commander that ordered this attack” she asked softly.
Raynar nodded at the news, “Warlord Vincent's career is over. House Mercer has agreed to remove him from both the Warrior Council as well as their own House leadership. He is to be shunned by his own house and stripped of his honor. The Religious Caste is opening up a trial next week, and WHEN he is found guilty, he will be stripped of his citizenship and imprisoned for his crimes here. Because of House Mercer's support and actions in this dark chapter of our history, they will be spared his dishonor.” He paused as he thought of what happened here and how many that had lost their lives. He wondered if anything could make up for what had happened. In some means, cleans the blood from his hands.
“Will he be able to stand trial in a Republic Court?”
Raynar turned his head and looked at Nabrina with a cold detachment in his eyes, “No. The Republic Counts can never issue the kind of punishment that he deserves. Trust me, for the rest of his life, this day will sit heavily on his mind.” He knew that some crimes on Azgard would force a person to forfeit their life. However in this case, death was too easy a path out. Warlord Vincent would be tortured mentally, emotionally, and physically for the rest of his life. His life will be ensured to be long so that he pays his entire punishment. At the last hour of the last day of his sentence, he will finally be put to death. Raynar looked up to see a Republic shuttle landing, “Nabrina, I have to go. Make sure that my plans are ready in the Senate. I am trusting you and your Senate allies to pull this off.”
“Yes Warlord. We will not fail you. This shall be our greatest moment as long as the Chancellor can be brought to do the right thing”
“You shall see, he is a good man. I am sure that we can get him on board with what we have planned.” Nabrina nodded and waved, then the image was cut off as the link went dead.
Raynar turned to see the blue armor of the Supreme Chancellor's guards encircling Supreme Chancellor Sate Quee. Raynar thought how humorous it was that the same guards that protected him also at one point in time protected the last Supreme Chancellor. He personally knew over half of the Supreme Chancellor's current guards. While he had fought along side of the rest of the guards. He had hand picked them to serve their current role for the Republic as a favor to the Chancellor. The relationship between Azgard and the Chancellor's office was something that many worried about. Azgardians took their loyalty to the Republic and Chancellor very seriously. 'Today shall test that loyalty I am sure' thought Raynar as he nodded while Sate Quee walked up with his guards.
The Supreme Chancellor stumbled as he walked through the debris field. “My old friend what was so urgent that you had to call me out here in such haste?” The Chancellor looked around while holding a cloth over his mouth, “This place is horrid, we couldn't have met aboard my ship?”
Raynar waved his own guards off as the Chancellor's guards moved in and encircled them all. Raynar knew that he had nothing to fear from his old friend. “Sate, we have to end this war” he said walking up to the Chancellor while offering his hand to Sate. Raynar knew this was going to be a hard subject for both men to talk about so he choose to deal with it directly.
Sate took the hand and pulled the ruler of Azgard in to a friendly hug, “Trust me, my friend. I have tried.” he replied as the two men broke the hug. “There is just not enough support in the Senate to end it right now. They want a complete surrender without conditions from the Rebel Jedi.” Still looking around at the city he nodded, “I am sure after this battle, they will finally give in. You have given me a great victory here.”
Raynar frowned at the comment, “Listen Sate, look around. There were no military targets in this city. Look at what this war has brought to us. This is not the honorable war we entered nearly two years ago. Each world the destruction has been getting more worse than the one before it. There is no honor in this victory. Murdering civilians is not the Azgard way, we have to stop this war now!” The dust covered Raynar's face, but the look in his eyes was clear, “We can not afford to wait for them to drop to their knees. WE must make a stand before the darkness and end this war now!”
“Hold on my friend, I can't just end this war without some sense of protection for the people of the Republic” the Chancellor said plainly. He had planned to speak more but Raynar cut him off.
Raynar spun around and dropped to his knee. He sweep the dust from something buried just below the surface. “These people ARE citizens of the Republic as well” Raynar snapped as he moved to allow the Chancellor to see the Republic Seal on a sign of a school that had been destroyed by the attacks. “Sate, look around my friend. I do not know why the war continues. I have given you the death of both Master Quaad and Master Bevurn'Age. The Oulaven Temple has been laid to waste. Baklid 6 is now a member world of the Republic. If all these things have been done, what else is there to fight for. Have we not won already? Where is the honor in continuing to beat an enemy that stands no chance against us?”
The Chancellor sighed as he looked at the sign, “Raynar, I feel your pain and your sense of responsibility for what has happened. But trust me, I saw the evidence. Your honor is intact. Everyone understands that things like this happen in war. These people brought this war to themselves.”
Raynar shook his head, “You are wrong my old friend, I can do nothing for this world. I fear the responsibly for the next world to befall an attack like this. I wont allow it. Sate, listen to me carefully. Remember when everyone else thought you dead. I, personally led the rescue mission to free you from those pirates. I introduced you to your wife. I am the godfather of your two sons. I am not some military or political leader you have to deal with. We are brothers. Brothers in Arms. Please I am asking you. Take it to the Senate. Let them vote on it” Raynar pleaded while he got up and moved closer to the Chancellor.
“I will not take it to the Senate until the Rebel Jedi have offered their unconditional surrender. I see what you are saying but how dare you try to use our friendship to sway my actions. I made a promise to the people of the Republic that I will break the Rebels and crush their movement” the Chancellor said as he stepped back from Raynar. There was anger in his eyes, “I mean to make good on this promise. Because we are such good friends, I will forget this conversation ever took place.” On that note, the Chancellor turned and started to leave.
The anger in Raynar's eyes had no match as he watched more worlds suffer like this one had in his mind. He shook his head as images of that lone Jedi starfighter flashed over and over again in his memory. They stood before certain death to do the right thing, how could he do any less now. Raynar nodded as he prepared to play the only card he had left in his hand. “I will issue a general recall to all of my Azgardians. Your war will come to a grinding halt as you watch helplessly as over two thirds of the Republic's military returns home. The Republic will find its enemies uniformed and now out numbering your remaining forces. How many of those other forces do you think will remain on the front lines as their Azgard allies turn and leave. Sate, you have a choice right here, right now” he said walking up behind the Chancellor, who now stood in shock and frozen by the thought of what could happen. “Sate, you could be the Chancellor that ended this war. The Chancellor that unified the Republic and the Jedi once more. This could be the political victory that will ensure your reelection next year.” Raynar placed his hand on the Chancellor's shoulder, “Please my friend...”
The Chancellor ripped his shoulder away from Raynar's hand, “Don't you dare call me that any more.” Sate turned around with rage on his face, “You wouldn't dare!”
Raynar saw that asteroid speeding towards him in his mind. He found a sense of strength in the fact he felt he was doing the right thing. He wondered if this is what Visst felt in their moment of choice between life and death. This unlike fighting a enemy on the battlefield, it was a realm of warfare that Raynar didn't like, but knew he had to fight for what he knew was right. He knew that this was his moment, “Try me, Sate!”
The Chancellor couldn't believe his ears! “You and your warriors have sworn an oath to serve the Republic. To obey my orders!”
Raynar nodded, the anger in his heart forced his thick Azgardian accent out, “Tis, Aye we have. But you misunderstand that oath. However, we shall not mindlessly march forth to the destruction of the Republic by the beat of a madman's drum.” Raynar stepped forward as the Chancellor's guards started to get nervous over the situation. Some actually readied their weapons as Raynar spoke his final demand, “Give me my vote Sate!” The look in Raynar's eyes told the Chancellor that there was no denying the Warlord's demands. The moment could have been cut with a dull knife, it was simply that thick between the two men. For what seemed like a lifetime, nether man moved or said anything as they each sized up the other's determination in this battle.
The Chancellor's anger got the best of him in that moment, “I will give you your damn vote” he finally caved in in the heat of the moment. “I will put the measure to the Senate once I return to Coruscant. However, you will resign as Unified Military Commander and take full responsibility for this nightmare.” The Chancellor paused as he tried to think more clearly, “How dare you threaten the Republic in such a way. Rather the measure passes or fails, your career in the Republic Military is over! Your honor will forever be linked to this moment. Tainted” He moved closer to Raynar and looked right in to his eyes. “You will regret this day, I promise you this.”
Unmoved by the demands or the threat, “I already do.” Raynar regretted that he had over estimated his once close friend from Anaxes. He regretted that he had not stepped forward before and made this demand. He regretted the massive loss of lives on this world. There was a great many things he regretted, but forcing this vote was not one of them. “You will have demands met once the vote is counted and finalized. You have my word.”
“For all that you lost here today, I hope that your vote passes. Should it fail, I want your word that Azgard will follow the orders of the Leadership I appoint over them.” The Chancellor was many things, but stupid he was not. He knew that he needed Azgard to win this war. And he knew that Raynar was a man of his word. Sate knew he controlled enough votes to fail the vote. 'This war WILL end on my terms. Not anyone else's!' he thought to himself.
Raynar only nodded with a sense of victory in his heart. While others would advise against it, he trusted Nabrina. Even though she was only a freshman Senator, she had a way of talking to people and getting them to really listen to her. He knew that she would not let this vote fail. He placed all his faith in her. The lives of billions now rested on her ability to win votes.
The Chancellor nodded, “Good!” He spun about and continued to walk away, “You will have your vote. I hope you are right, because you have paid for it dearly, Warlord Raynar!”
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Chances of Destiny
Somewhere Within the Deep Core
The Puppet Master set silently at his desk as he watched a holovid of a young female training with a Jedi Master. He paused the image as he reached over to the side of his desk and picked up a report. He smiled as he read the report of his latest little puppet. She was training hard with her two Jedi teachers and they had high praises for her. She was gifted and talented in both the Force and in abilities. He sensed something greater in her that day in the arena. Now she was proving him right. He kept his word to her, she was sent to a world where she could focus on training. He checked in with her two weeks after she arrived just to let her know he was still watching over her. They had dinner and he took the time to explain to her what part she was to play in a larger plan. He could tell by her reaction and by what she recorded in her private journal that she really took to him and saw him more like the father she had always wanted.
Getting her family to move was as easy as he had first planned. The promise of work was more then enough to get them to up route themselves and travel nearly across the galaxy. Her father seemed to be the only problem in the Puppet Master's plans. The man also showed the Puppet Master why Preena took to the Puppet Master so well. However, the Puppet Master knew that Preena needed her father so the man had to be 'fixed'. His addiction problems were so much more problematic then first reported. Her father was also a hot head and very abusive to the family in general. So the Puppet Master ordered him to be transferred to a center where he could receive 'personal' help. The Puppet Master took the time out of his very busy schedule from destroying the Jedi and all Force Users to have a conversation with Preena's mother and brothers. This conversation was regarding their father and the special kind of help that he needed. They seemed to be very happy over the 'kindness' of the Puppet Master and the help he was offering the family while asking for nothing in return.
As the days turned in to weeks, Preena proved her self to be a strong student of the Crusade and able student of the force. As promised, she earned time to spend with her family. The Puppet Master made sure that he was there for that first meeting. There was something to be written about the surprise on her face as her father was not the man she had remembered. The Puppet Master only remained long enough to make sure that Preena knew that she was finally working for the good guys. With help from Preena's mother, the meeting was very successful. Throughout the entire meeting, Preena never let her family suspect that she was not part of the Jedi Order any more. As he had planned, the effects of the meeting showed in Preena's training. 'She will make one of my finest puppets yet' he thought as he activated the holovid once more.
He continued to watch Preena push herself over and over again during her tasks. He was filled with a sense of pride for the young girl and the destiny placed ahead of her. It was just over a month ago, he gave Preena a second chance on life and she was making the very most of it. The Puppet Master noticed that brother even showed signs of higher understanding of engineering and mathematics. The Puppet Master pondered the idea of training Preena's younger brother to work in the R&D department. However it was not all blue skies and sunshine for the Puppet Master. He had other issues that plagued him. He pushed the reports and holovids of Preena aside and picked up a new report from the Out Rim. He sighed as he read the report, once again one of his long range patrols picked up another sun that had died for no reason. He looked at the five reports and placed them on a larger star chart. He mapped out the four stars and one sighting of these creatures that Daz's team called, 'The Chaos.'
“I hate to admit this, but I think that Visst might be right. We are going to have to work together on this one” he said as he continued to read the reports while shaking his head. He hated the idea of working with Jedi and their like. They are untrustworthy and would at the slightly opportunity turn on the Crusade. 'Working with Jedi is just dangerous' the Puppet Master thought coldly. Using Jedi to kill other Jedi has proven to be very successful in recent operations. And Force Users in general fear Jedi more then they fear myths about the Crusade. He nodded as he continued to read all the reports from the Outer Rim. “We shall have to be very careful in our future dealings with Daz's group” the Puppet Master said softly. Placing those reports down, he looked at the recent operations' reports from Coruscant.
There was the cat like creature that the Puppet Master dubbed 'Nefarious.' “We make our own enemies” he said softly looking over the report nodded, “So true.” It was five years ago, the Crusade ran across a fledgling space faring race of cat like creatures. The Force disease ran strong within this race, so the world was a prefect subject for the next round of tests of Omega Project. The returns were not as promising as first thought, however much was learned from the tests. The entire race was wiped out, or at least that is what was believed. A couple of years later, Nefarious showed up on the scene causing problems for the Crusade. Tracking Nefarious was easy enough, follow the bodies of Crusader agents. Nefarious has proven to be just as much as a thorn in the Puppet Master's side as Daz and his group was becoming. Luckily neither of them have linked up and started to work together. “It is something that I will have to make sure doesn't happen” the Puppet Master said softly as he continued to read the reports of Nefarious' activity on Coruscant.
Then there were the reports that the stolen Shadow Repulse had shown up on the Crusade's radar in the Outer Rim once more. The reports show that Orchid and her little lover were spotted at a small pirate base. The force that Rose had put together had been devastated according to the reports he has now. One of his agent talked to one of Rose's soldiers and learned that Rose had taken them to a world hopping to find some sword that would allow her to rule the galaxy. The battle had been fierce and Chun was there with his followers. From the reports, Chun killed Rose during the battle. There were no reports of Chun's death or his followers. The Puppet Master leaned back in his chair and thought about this sword and wondered if it was the same sword that Daz was after. “It had to be the same weapon. Use it to destroy these Chaos creatures then turn it on the rest of the Galaxy” he said softly. “Very clever Daz, very clever.”
One of his aides calmly walked in, “My Lord, the Vote in the Senate is being taken in a few hours. Our operatives are asking for guidance on how to vote” he said. “We can either vote against it and it will fail by an overwhelming margin. Or abstain and it will fail by only a very narrow margin. Either way the vote goes, how shall we show our support for Chancellor Quee? How would you like them to vote?”
The Puppet Master continued to look at the reports before him without even taking his eyes from his work, “Quee is a idiot that has only turned a remarkable situation horrible. Tell them all to vote for the measure. Tell them to rally as many votes to push the measure for passage” The Puppet Master said slowly getting up from his chair and calmly walked over to a wall covered with real time data from across the Galaxy.
The man blinked surprisingly, “Um, what Sir?”
“Don't play games with me. You know I hate it” he snapped as he ran his fingers over the wall of monitors. He smiled as he looked at all numbers and data.
The man nodded, “Might I ask why, My Lord?” He looked at the Puppet Master, “If the measure fails, the war will continue and more Jedi will be killed. We have even managed to turn it on the Coruscant Temple itself.”
“There is a difference between a gambler and a broke man. Knowing when you have run your cards and its time to pick up your chips and move to the next game” the Puppet Master said coldly as he turned a monitor off. “No Puppet Master has ever killed more than one hundred Jedi during their term. I killed tens of thousands Jedi, destroyed a number of vital temples and libraries.” The comment was as cold as ever as he flicked off another monitor, “I have destroyed their secret DNA vault. Hundreds of millions of Force Users have been purified by us through my actions.” Once more another monitor was cut off by the Puppet Master as he continues to account for his actions, “More importantly than anything thing else is the large number of Jedi Masters and Scholars that have died during my term.” he flicked off another monitor, “The loss of these vital teachers and experiences will cause future Jedi to suffer.” There was a cold detachment in his voice as he flicked off another monitor and continued, “I, alone during my term as Puppet Master, have personally dealt a blow to the Jedi that will take them decades if not centuries to recover from.”
With the last monitor turned off, the Puppet Master turned slowly as a shadow crossed his face and drifted over his eyes, “Give the order to our operatives that the Jedi Civil war is over. Notify all our agents in the field, they are to shut down operations at once and drift back in to the shadows. The active arm of the Crusade shall vanish once more. What proof of our operations has been exposed will vanish in to the solar winds as we disappear. Soon the Crusade will once more become a mere myth, told to little force using children as a bed time stories. All the while we lay and wait for our next chance to strike.”
The aide nodded as he turned and left to carry out the orders of the Puppet Master. For over thirty years they had been planning and plotting out the Jedi Civil War and now the Puppet Master was pulling the plug on it. The war had fulfilled the Crusade's expectations completely and as the Puppet Master had said, it had run its course. It is what the Crusade does best, vanishing in to the shadows. Within hours of the orders being issues, hundreds of Crusade backed operations will simply cease to exist. The Puppet Master watched the aide leave with a smile on his face. He turned and calmly walked back to his desk and to his reports. He softly pushed them aside and pulled over the holovid once more. He activated it once more and watched the young human female training, “She'll make a great Jedi Master AND member of the Jedi Council one day” he said softly adding, “We will make sure of it.”
He without taking his eyes off the video of the training, he opened up a drawer slowly and reached in to it. Carefully he pulled out a data chip. While looking at it carefully activated a comlink, “Get me Coruscant Control. I have a message that I want delivered to Daz Murl” he said coldly. 'The war might be over, however fucking with Daz has just begun' he thought with a grin on his face.
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