"My brother, now that Raven has stumbled upon the slaughter that on Cathar, the council will have to act against the Mandalorian invasion," Said Clael Wodal to his brother and fellow Jedi Kenel as they entered the Coruscant Trade Center. "Soon we will be sent to the front to help deal with this matter. Will we not?"
"The future is uncertain. We have been campaigning for the counsel to support Raven all-along. To no avail they have allowed the suffering of millions to occur. It has been our sworn duty to defend the Republic and maintain peace, yet the Republic is at war and we do nothing. These are clouded days my brother. I fear this will allow for the return of a new Sith Lord, and we will be completely caught with our guard down when it happens."
"What will you do my brother?"
"I will do what I must. There is something sinister, a dark presence at work. I must meditate on this further. We must keep our minds clear Clael. Clear of the distractions of war, distractions of the Councils failures, and clear of Raven and his followers. All of these things only cast doubt and fear within the force. We must remain true to our oaths first, then duty. Trust in the force as our guide and we will not be led astray."
"You are right as always my brother. That is why I still put up with you."
Kenel turned to his brother and was greeted with a sarcastic grin. The two laughed and continued through the trade center. This structure was the center for all of the small trade business' in the galaxy. Any and all new technologies, food production products, clothing, etc., were all on display here, along with representatives from every known race in the Republic.
"I still do not understand what we are doing here Kenel? The Council is meeting today to discuss Raven and the war, and also, they meet to discuss the pirate threat, which is growing day by day."