Chapter 5
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An hour after he left the ship Dex returned.
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"So what did you learn?"
"Well, I fear for the future of the Jedi Order; he decided to go out to the cantina for some leisure time, got drunk and thought it would be funny to pick a fight with a Wookiee; need I say anymore?"
"Perfect, the council's gonna love that."
"Well if they'd like I'm sure I can get is remains, several recording devices caught the fight on tape so I'm sure that if look at the recordings hard enough I can go back and scrape together his remains."
"You're not helping; and did you say scrape together his remains?"
"Yep, I saw some of the recordings and I'd rather not repeat some of the names he called the Wookiee. I have never seen a Wookiee get so mad; I've seen plenty of Wookiees rip limbs off, but this goes beyond anything I've ever seen a Wookiee do."
"Wonderful, more good news for the council. T9-3, ready a transition to the Jedi Council on Corisant."
Dex stood outside the chamber doors listening to his friend's conversation with the Jedi Council. Though he couldn't hear much he was able to figure out it wasn't going well by the occasional loud shouting coming from inside the room.
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Suddenly he heard a loud crash come from inside the room. He quickly swung the door open to see a Vibroblade sitting in the middle of the holo projector.
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"Thanks, that's gonna come out of my pay you know."
"Sorry."
"So what's so bad that you needed to attack the holo projector?"
"The council is holding me responsible for that stupid padawan's death."
"What do you mean they're holding you responsible, that don't sound like the Jedi."
"They didn't say it in those words. What they said was something like I need to be more cautious with them and at the same time to be more authoritative. Topping it off they "recommended against" my plan, and that's just they're way of saying that they forbid it."
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He turned grabbed the Vibroblade he had smashed the holo projector with and with all his physical might and the aid of the force threw it at the wall. Dex ducked out of the way just in time as the Vibroblade came flying towards his head on its way to the wall.
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"Thanks for nearly taking my head OFF!" Dex yelled.
"Sorry, it's just the council infuriates me so. They make me so angry. You know it's times like this that I think about who has got the right idea, and you know who that is? The Sith; they don't care about collateral damage, they go in get their job done and leave and don't care about who or what gets in their way."
"What?" Dex couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Relax, I'm exaggerating; besides the Sith will always destroy themselves with their fighting for power and control, and I don't want to get killed. But it doesn't change the way I fell about the council."
"Tell you what, I got some real good Corellian Brandy in my quarters; let's go have a few drinks before you make me go to the Huts for a loan to get the ship fixed."
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The two men headed back to the ship and drank the rest of the night away.
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Between the hang over that the two men had and nothing new to report, the briefing the next morning was short; the same instructions as the day before were given and everybody was off.