The Council
"Revan Trush, The Council will not give you permission to join the Republic in the war." Revan Trush stood before Masters Vrook, Atris, Ell, Vash, Vandar and Kavar, the senior members of the Jedi Council. He had gone to Coruscant to ask the Council's permission to aid the Republic in the Mandalorian War. He had hoped that they would see things his way and allow him to march to war in hopes of joining in the war effort.
"But Master Vrook!" Revan started. "Revan, The Council stands by it's original ruling, you may not go to war. We simply do not see this as an immediate threat." Master Atris said, in her soft, but firm voice.
"And when would you allow me to go?" Revan asked. "When we all are speaking Mandalorian? Or perhaps when all the Jedi lie dead at the Mandalorian's feet?" "That is enough Revan!" Master Vash said, and Revan knew he had better not push the subject any longer.
"If it is The Council's wish, then I will not aid the Republic."
With a bow, Revan left The Council's chambers and made his way to the Room of A Thousand Fountain's; there he could meditate on what The Council had said.
"Much defiance do I sense in that one." Master Zez-Kai Ell said. "Watch him, we should." Said Vandar. "On the path to the dark side, Revan could be."
"Perhaps he is right," Master Kavar said, looking at the other members. "Maybe the Mandalorians are a threat to us. What if the Republic should fail in the war effort? Then who would fight? There aren't enough Jedi to fight, if they should." "Master Kavar, are you implying that you would be willing to march to war?" Master Vrook asked. "Are you going to question us, just as Revan did?" "No, Vrook, I simply meant that…" But he knew it would be useless to try to explain it, so he let the subject go.