One Last Time
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I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I stared impatiently at the door to the Council Chambers. Enough was enough. This was their last chance. The Mandalorians had invaded Republic space months ago, and the Jedi Council had yet to act; some bantha poodoo about another threat, waiting to strike from the shadows. Didn't they realize if the Mandalorians conquered the Republic, the threat wouldn't matter, because there would be no Republic for it to attack?
The door opened, and I took a deep, calming breath before entering. I took my spot at the center of the room, facing Master Vandar. I bowed respectfully to the Council, waiting to be acknowledged.
'Knight Revan, you requested an audience with the Council?' the ancient Jedi Master asked.
'Yes, Master, I did. This is because I feel I can no longer sit idly by while countless innocent lives are lost; lives that, as a Jedi, I am sworn to protect.' I paused to look at the older, and supposedly wiser, Jedi surrounding me. My gaze was calm and determined. 'I wish to press my case once last time to the Council before I act on my own.'
'You are rash, Young Revan. Jedi do not rush off to war.' It was Master Vrook who spoke, from my right. 'We are guardians of the peace. We do not meet war with war, aggression with aggression! We-'
'We what?' I interrupted. 'We let millions of innocents die? We let the Republic we have sworn to protect, to guard, fall?'
'There is something else out there. Something elusive. Something dark. We must proceed with caution!' countered Vrook. His scowl bore into me, but I simply stared back, defiant.
'Proceed with caution? If we do not aid the Republic now, it will fall! The Republic needs us now, and what do we do? Sit safely in our enclaves, pondering a threat that may never come! I fail to see the point in worrying about something so distant while another, immediate threat is practically screaming in our faces! How can you-'
'Calm yourself, Young Revan! Frustration and anger lead to the Dark Side.' Master Vandar reminded. I turned to the diminutive Jedi Master and sighed.
'Forgive me, Master,' I said with a bow. 'But right now I don't give damn about the Dark Side. All I care about is the Republic, and the innocents who will die if I continue to sit by and do nothing.' I sighed again, and continued. 'I guess this is good-bye, then. I thank you, Masters, for all you've taught me. From both your teachings, and your mistakes. I'm sorry that it has come to this, but the Mandalorians cannot be allowed to triumph. If fighting to protect innocents means I must leave the Jedi Order, then so be it.' With that, I turned on my heel and left my Jedi Masters in stunned silence. Malak awaited me outside the Chambers.
'Come,' I said. 'We must act quickly. Far too much time has been wasted already. The Mandalorians must be stopped.'
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