Anakin shoved the two hangar doors open with the force, focussing on the job at hand, he could have attempted to use his Machine Speak, but he was angry, and as childish at it might have been, taking his anger out on the door was better than taking his anger out on another person. The cold wind cut into his cheeks like a knife, ignoring the pain and mild numbness in his hands he stepped through the damaged hangar door, it was relatively unguarded, the work on the base itself was done, but any command crews had yet to come in, the planet sized weapon Was running off a skeleton crew, perhaps a couple thousand people, a small amount for something of this size. "Well, come on, we have a weapon to destroy." Anakin reached out with the force opening the smaller doors nearby, before double checking their map, and heading further in.

"Anakin, couldn't you have done that with the other doors?" Corran asked. Anakin understood the Jedi master's fear of the Darkside, mainly centered around Anakin's strange connection to it, but it was unnecessary the Darkside was part of him, he was willing to embrace it, as the old Jedi had. Of course, Vergere had taught him that, and despite the common hatred of the Fosh, she had been a good teacher, for the simplest reason, she let him solve the problems himself, she didn't give him answers, she gave him questions, so that he could understand a simple idea, it didn't matter who he was.

"I'm fine Corran, you don't need to worry about me going dark on you, I've accepted the force for all it is, and I've accepted my Darkside. Fighting the Darkside, that's why the old Jedi died, you can't fight the Darkside, it draws from the fighting, while you get weaker it gets stronger."

Corran wasn't truly aware of what Anakin meant, it seemed like a Sith justification, but then again, he wasn't all knowing, despite being a Jedi master. Sometimes he wondered why he was still in charge, there was a new generation of Jedi, Anakin, Jaina, Tahiri, Lowbacca, and many others made the list, Tahiri should have been a knight of course, the fact that she had instead stayed as his padawan was strange, perhaps somehow she knew that she couldn't act alone. His thought switched to his own children, Valin and Jysella, he briefly remembered that Valin had been friends with Tahiri, possibly indirectly, through the girl Sannah, but he remained unsure. He was getting too old for this, maybe it was time to let the younger generation take over. Not yet though, he had to see this through until the end, however long that took.

Jaina exited the elevator onto the bridge, sending Thrackan Sal Solo, didn't help her calm herself, had she been aware of his involvement she would have presumed Kyp even more insane than he was. "Thrackan Sal, I see your head is as big as ever." She wasn't going to be a diplomat with Thrackan Sal, the man was, to put it into simple and for the most part true terms, was evil. "Jaina Solo, I see you haven't left your high horse yet." Jaina smiled, she had learned the smile from the politicians she was ever running into, it was a 'I'll let that slide, but if you insult me again I will make your life hell' smile, instead of the normal Solo grin.

"If that were true I wouldn't be here now would I?" Jaina could have killed the man on the spot, but she didn't because for whatever reason, she was trying not to get Kyp killed. Of course, Kyp deserved a good punch in the face when this was over, but until then she would have to watch his back. Kyp looked her over, sending a clear message with the force, What are you doing here Jaina?

Jaina thought it was rather obvious what she was doing there, she was saving Kyp, of course, he would be annoyed because she was destroying his suicidal plan, but still, if the man was doing something stupid he really should have left her out of the loop I thought that was clear Kyp, I'm saving you.

Jaina, you may very well have ruined my plan.

No, the plan will work, as a Solo, I've got to have endless optimism, or at least I do until I don't.

Kyp had a mental image of her lopsided Solo grin pass through his head, he remained unsure of whether she had placed it there, or if he was just so used to it he had imagined it, either way it didn't matter.

"I'm glad to see you've finally come to accept the truth, this is the best way to keep our galaxy safe."

Jaina arched an eyebrow, a bad sign, but Kyp supposed it only made sense for her to play the part of the still slightly unwilling to agree with this Jedi. "Our galaxy or the New Republic?"

Thrackan Sal waved the comment off, "Are they not one in the same Jaina?"

"Are we supposed to forget of the Imperial remnant? Or the Chiss Ascendancy? Or Hapes?" Jaina spoke with some sincerity now, of course that was the best way to trick Thrackan Sal, getting him to believe she was reluctant still, but was willing to listen.

"Of course they exist, but the New Republic is the shining star, it is what the galaxy looks to for guidance."

Jaina gave another politician smile, though this seemed to have a little more Solo grin in it than the last, "During recent events that has become, to say the least, less true. The New Republic's actions after the end of the war have become, well, less admirable, with Bothan leaders calling for all remaining Yuuzhan Vong to be killed, and the reinforcement of laws on Smugglers, I wouldn't be stuck too far in the past." Jaina's thoughts about Bothan leaders were heavily directed to the events on Nar Shadda, a mere number of months ago.

Thrackan Sal coughed awkwardly, "Well yes, but beyond some small changes due to problems with Yuuzhan Vong weaponry, and the action of some wayward captains, we remain as ever the bright center of the Galaxy."

Jaina let the man continue believing his own lies, it didn't matter to her, she was here hoping Kyp wasn't going to do anything too stupid for his own good, regret drove people to do stupid things.

Anakin, Corran, and Jarn rounded the corner, two guards were visible as they stepped out, within a second both were on the ground, with blaster marks in their chests, "Well, I suppose you're good for something when not drunk Jarn." Anakin joked, stepping over the two dead bodies he moved down the corridor, touching the wall, a red glow ignited where he touched it, perhaps a trick of the light, but he felt the tug of a similar presence, We are glad you are here Anakin Solo, come follow us, you can trust us, we will show you where you need to go.

"Well, it's definitely tied to Centerpoint, I can feel those components clearly through the force, calling to me."

"Calling to you?"

Anakin shrugged, he could still hear the voice directing him, "I'm tied to the station, I'm not sure how or why, but it is still attuned to my biometric code. Now, let's go blow this up."

Corran didn't argue, though he worried for Anakin, they knew little about Centerpoints origin, and the fact it had latched onto Anakin still caused fear within him, very specifically because it seemed to be speaking with Anakin, from what Corran could tell, of course Anakin would be hard to bend to anyone's will, but that didn't help him stop worrying, Anakin was still young, not as wreckless as his brother, but still there was a darkness in him, Corran noticed it too often, Anakin drove himself too hard, always looking for the approval of others, trying to be just as good as his uncle Luke, hidden in his brother's shadow for years, he had become a thinker, he sought answers to questions others even thought of.

Tahiri was lying in her quarters, she picked up a neglected Holotablet, scrolling down the thin device she looked at news updates, she wasn't sure what she was looking for, but it was something, she felt a tugging in her gut, a call from the force to look for it, and then there it was, Unknown Source reveals secret New Republic weapon called Starkiller base, this new development on the already downhill policies of the New Republic has caused mass rioting, and multiple fights have broken out across the streets. As the New Republic splits in half, those claiming to be New Republic loyalists, and those who call themselves the Voice of the People. Imperial and Hapan forces have yet to get involved though we are left wondering, how will they respond? Below there was an entire layout of the base, systems, designers, even an explanation on how it worked, including the capabilities. Tahiri quickly scanned the document, tracing it back to it's original source, she continued to look over the document before she noticed it, certain letters in the original anonymous posting were capitalized.

There is A secret weapon, Hidden at the edge of an uninhabited star system, It's purpose is said to be only in self defense, of course this is a long Range weapon that has much bigger Implications for the galaxy. Can such a weapon be kept Out of unfit hands, if not then it appears we are in for a long and bloody war. My Endless Hope is that the jedi, Or some other faction will aid us in the destruction of this weapon, though this hope does not go without My skepticism, Even the most neutral factions must act on this news.

Tahiri was hit by a wave of guilt, she checked the letters were right, rechecking she read the message, Tahiri come home. Anakin had sent these plans, she was sure of that, and if it meant what she thought, it was a sign Anakin was going to do something stupid, but she was too far away she couldn't help him. Not in the normal way at least, letting down her walls she reached out with the force towards Anakin, she needed to be sure he was ok.