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Avengers Infinite Wars Chapter 116: Don't confuse Peace with Quiet.

Walking down one of the many halls of the Senate building, Mitth'raw'nuruodo was deeply engrossed in the book he was currently holding, red eyes methodically reading each word on the page.

There were moments where he would pause on a particular line or set of text in the book, eyes becoming glazed in rapid thought, the Chiss quietly muttering to himself on how what he read could be implemented before moving on.

This book was truly something special and Thrawn thanked the stars that it was gifted to him.

He had been so engrossed that he nearly missed a familiar Twi'lek Senator coming out of his office.

Thrawn caught the man out of the corner of his eye and turned to greet him. "General."

"Captain." Cham Syndulla said in return, holding out his hand which Thrawn immediately shook. "What do you have there? Seemed to completely hold your attention."

"A gift." Thrawn replied, closing the book and holding it up for Cham to see. "Wanda Maximoff gave this to me at that gathering in their headquarters. She believed I am someone who would greatly enjoy the contents of this book."

"A book?" Syndulla mused, taking the hardcover out from the Chiss' hands to get a closer look at it. "How ancient." He comments given he was more used to datapads. Cham recalls seeing books a literal handful of times in his entire life. He then took a moment to read the title. "The Art of War?"

"By Sun Tzu." Thrawn said. "A fascinating read, General. I do recommend getting a copy of your own. I believe Pietro or any of the other Avengers can provide you with one if asked."

Upon Wanda's suggestion, the Chiss captain got into reading a number of warfare materials from Earth and suffice to say he was quite hooked. It grew from there, looking into various military icons throughout that planet's history such as Alexander the Great, Hannibal of Carthage, and Napoleon to name a few. Seeing how they excelled in such periods with their limited sources and mindsets.

To a degree, such things can be inspiring to give him new ideas on how to operate. Even a number of them seemingly echo through other parts of the galaxy.

Captain Rogers along with Lieutenant Wilson, Colonel Rhodes, Natasha Romanoff and other members of the Avengers well educated in the many generals and battle strategies of Earth's warring history gave their own suggestions and input. And to Thrawn, the knowledge that came from this weighed more than any amount of wealth that could be given to him.

Cham made a face that appeared conflicted.

"War is the last thing I would consider to be artful."

"Sun Tzu would beg to differ." Thrawn retorted good-naturedly. "The way in which he frames the practices, ideas and concepts of war is truly magnificent. And not just limited to war. These are lessons that can be applied to every aspect of life once you recognize the versatility of what he teaches."

Cham arched a brow at him, looking between the book and the Chiss before handing it back.

"I'll take your word for it." Syndulla remarked.

"You should do more than just that." Thrawn insisted, holding his new favorite personal possession. "This is worth your time. It has helped me view much of the galaxy in many new means."

"Such as?"

Thrawn gestured behind him and as luck would have it, this hallway they stood in had a window to see outside at the Coruscant skyline. "How dreadfully ill-prepared we all truly are. Frankly, Ultron has shown me one thing. There are more unseen threats than those that are right in front of us. And we are woefully unprepared for any of them."

Cham squinted with a miffed look. "We beat Ultron back."

"Only after properly unifying and at best, it was a disjointed and barely coordinated effort."

Now the Twi'lek looked on in bemused amusement. "Was that barely coordinated effort not your doing?"

"Yes, and I claim full responsibility for it being so disjointed." Thrawn freely admitted.

"Well, at least you're humble. That's a refreshing change of pace from the usual smug mud-skuffers. And besides, you were still a private. You just gave out the plan and it had to be implemented by higher-ranking officials."

"Be that as it may, it was ill-strung together." Thrawn said with a shake of his head, opening the Art of War. "There is more that could have been done to minimize losses."

"War never comes without loss, Thrawn." Cham sternly said. "You understand this."

Thrawn hummed thoughtfully in agreement, eyes on the current page he was reading.

The representative of Ryloth glanced at the book and then at Thrawn with a pointed look.

"I hope you won't take that book as gospel." Syndulla wryly remarked.

"Nothing to worry about in that matter, General."

"Just Cham, Thrawn, you've earned that much at least."

"Perhaps, general."

The Twi'lek narrowed his eyes with a small smirk twitching upwards. His eyes glanced back down at that book, now curious about what Thrawn might have incurred from the text.

"What have you learned from that book?" He found himself asking.

"Much." Thrawn stated. "Much more than I thought. There will always be a bigger threat out there. Always a bigger fish, as I have heard the Avengers call it."

That statement made Cham frown.

"Bigger threats you say?"

"Ultron was an enemy that came from nowhere." Thrawn raised a finger, adding another. "He uprooted and outright destroyed the perceived balance of power in this galaxy. What was once believed to be a war fought between the Republic and Separatists was turned on its head with Ultron's entry into the war. He is defeated, yes, but I do not for one second believe our troubles are over. A sentiment I understand you share, Cham."

The Twi'lek grimaced, not liking the use of his name in this context.

Thrawn wasn't wrong. Ultron was a threat to be sure and he needed to be taken care of. And they succeeded. But then came the reality of the unresolved war between the Republic and the Separatists.

Many on both sides still held deep-seated resentment towards one another and there was a heavy tension that was growing where both sides feared the resuming of the war between the two.

And then there was the terrifying notion of the lingering effects of Ultron's war. He was an enemy no one had seen coming that blind-sided them all.

Cham would figure that the galaxy might be more prepared for another such an attack but at the same time, how can one be ready for a threat they may not even know about?

All he knows at this time are the occasional rumors roaming about. Ideas were already set and planned. Some were in development like Thrawn's contribution to some of Stark's.

"The first ten battalions from Ryloth are nearing completion of their training." Cham revealed, making Thrawn raise his brows in surprised interest. "They're officially the first of the new conscripts and volunteers to join the Grand Army of the Republic after the passing of the defense bill. They're primarily being shuffled into the 71st Legion but others that will be gaining these battalions will be the 501st, 327th, 212th and 187th. The next three dozen battalions will begin training within a month."

"That is good to hear." The Chiss approvingly said. "I admire your belief and faith in your people, General Syndulla. I only wish more shared such feelings for the systems they are supposed to represent."

"Most haven't fought in the trenches with their people as I have." Cham retorted, an underlying tone of pride in that statement.

"Perhaps they should." Thrawn mused aloud. "Get a better understanding of the plight of their people."

Cham scoffed at that, sneering in amusement and annoyance. "These pompous Bantha bastards wouldn't wish to dirty themselves or even their own clothing. Believing it's beneath them. In truth, such people are essentially the backbones and cornerstones of who they represent."

"A foolish way of living but not all can have that type of character in a galaxy as vast as this one."

Syndulla snorted, a humorless smirk of agreement on that matter.

"But no matter, I have heard that a Jedi by the name of Rahm Kota is taking it upon himself to train other recruits and such. It is good that the clones are participating in training new soldiers but a Jedi can greatly elevate and increase the number."

"Yes," Cham airily said. "Though… I have heard rumors about that Jedi. He is a strong leader but he leads a militia of volunteers. Not a single clone in his army."

"Truly? Does he hold something against the Clones?"

"Perhaps." Cham rubbed his chin. "Maybe you can ask him yourself should you meet him."

"I do believe that is a certainty given the nature of the efforts of expanding the army." Thrawn stated.

Cham hummed to himself before slapping the Chiss' shoulder.

"Come on," He said, now lightly shoving Thrawn to turn in the opposite direction. "If we're gonna be discussing all these topics, I'd rather do it with a full stomach. Dexter's Diner shouldn't be as crowded around this time. We can eat and talk."

Thrawn opened his mouth to object when Cham walked past him and he found himself closing his mouth and simply shrugged, going after the Senator.

-Scene Cut-

Within the tranquil world of Tython, Robbie Reyes was situated on a boulder and overlooking one of the various lakes sprawled on the planet's surface.

'I should bring my brother here. He would probably like this place.' Was Robbie's thoughts, glancing up at the skies that were awash with a colorful display of the setting sun of Tython and two distinct dots that occupied the heavens.

Those were the two moons of Tython, named Ashla for the light and Bogan for the dark.

There was a small chirp heard and Robbie glanced over to his pet Phoenix from Ta Lo, Fawx, sitting down beside him after returning from a bit of flying. And given the fish in its talons, it recently went hunting.

"Want me to cook that for ya?"

Fawx chirped aloud, hopping back up and using his beak to push the fish towards him.

Normally, Fawx was able to do it himself but for some reason, Reyes didn't know how to explain it, whenever he was around and had the chance to cook Fawxs' food through Hellfire, his pet Phoenix immensely enjoyed his meals more. He didn't know why and tried wrapping his mind around it with the rest of his teammates suggesting the bird might like more spice in his food and Hellfire was the way to do it.

Far be it from him to deny his companion his favorite seasoning.

Carving up a branch to a fine point, Robbie skewered the fish and, with a snap of his fingers, lit it aflame, the fish being evenly burned by Hellfire. Once it was cooked enough, he offered the cooked meal to Fawx, who dug in eagerly.

"Ya know, you're startin' to look a little plump there." Robbie idly said, grinning at the affronted chuffing sound Fawx made before the phoenix resumed gobbling up his lunch.

"Should've realized you'd be here."

Robbie didn't turn to whoever it was that came up to him, easily recognizing the voice. "And where else would I be, old man?"

There was a growly chuckle from that last bit. "Back home on Earth."

Robbie was silent for a few moments, shaking his head. "Nah… not right now. Who're they, Tholme? Friends of yours?"

The older Jedi Master smirked, one of his hands on the back of his Netti Jedi Lover.

"This is T'ra Saa," Tholme said, shooting her a loving smile before gesturing to the other Jedi present. "And this is An'ya Kuro."

"I no longer go by that name." The silver-haired woman spoke up. "I surrendered it in service the Force."

The host to the Spirit of Vengeance turned to her with a peculiar gaze. Zarathos himself flared up in intrigue at this woman, being neutral towards Tholme and Saa.

"You're an interesting one." Reyes couldn't help but say.

"As are you." The Dark Woman shot back, a glint in her eyes. "I have never sensed a being such as yourself."

"Oh my," T'ra slowly said. "When Tholme and Vos spoke of you, they were not exaggerating."

"Oh yeah?" Robbie raised his eyebrow, giving the male Jedi a pointed look. "And what did he say about me?"

"You're a kind but troubled soul, a constant walk on the precipice of losing yourself to that which you fear most."

"And what is it that I fear most?" Robbie tersely asked, yet not unkindly. This Netti Jedi had a calm and soothing aura to her, almost motherly, one could call it.

"I cannot say." Saa bluntly admitted, and had this been an anime, Robbie might have face-faulted at such an honest admission. "I have, after all, only met you just now."

Ghost Rider guffawed silently and he even felt Zarathos release a small hum of amusement.

"Aren't you Jedi supposed to be a bunch of smarmy wise guys?"

"That's one way to describe us." Tholme flatly said, seeing Reyes smirk at him.

It was then that Kuro stepped forward, catching Robbie's gaze and the two locked eyes.

"Yes?"

An'ya didn't respond for a few seconds, gauging the man through the Force until speaking. "That being inside of you… I feel it's inferno. Its purpose."

This made Robbie narrow his eyes though not of suspicion of intrigue. Last Jedi he met were Tholme and Vos and they asked him what it was that the Spirit residing within him was supposed to be.

But with this Dark Woman, her phrasing, her tone, her eyes… they held curiosity but also knowledge and understanding.

"And what does he see in me?" She suddenly asked, breaking the Avenger out from his thoughts. "Tholme told me of that being's ability to see the sins and evils of those you set your eyes on. What does he see in me?"

That… was a first.

During his time spent as the Ghost Rider, no one has ever willingly asked him for Zarathos to judge one of their sins.

"He sees… guilt." Robbie murmured, staring intently into her eyes, his pupils briefly shifting into a display of literal fire. "You harbor an intense feeling of self-loathing. I see regret, even if you do a lot of hiding it. Why?" Kuro didn't have the chance to answer as Reyes went on. "Seemingly abandonment, even if you tried to rectify it. No, not really that. Having someone close taken and you trying to find them, even if they don't want to be found again. It's amongst your personal failures, which you believe is one of your biggest sins."

The Dark Woman felt a cold sweat develop whilst feeling her guts twist and turn as each word hammered into her very soul.

She was broken from her thoughts at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder, making her turn to see T'ra Saa looking at her in concern.

"My dear friend, you mustn't place yourself in that mindset again." The Netti quietly said. "You have punished yourself enough with your own exile."

An'ya grimaced to herself, turning away from Saa, tilting her head down and her eyes being shaded.

Tholme frowned sympathetically at Kuro, turning his attention back to Reyes after a few moments.

Clearing his throat, Tholme voices a concern of his that has been growing for some time. "Robbie, I couldn't help but notice that I keep finding you here for the past few days. The other Avengers are splitting their time between this galaxy and their home planet but I always see you situating yourself here on this spot."

T'ra and An'ya silently absorbed this revelation, sharing a look and then gazing at the man in question for an answer.

Robbie held a pensive face, turning his gaze back up at the stars, specifically focusing on the two moons of Tython.

They shared an energy that contrasted each other as much as they were similar and complementary.

A balance.

And one that was out of whack.

"Being here…" Robbie slowly began. "It's heightened Zarathos' trait significantly. It's honestly worrying him."

"Worrying him?" Tholme parroted. "Mind explaining?"

Robbie's expression shifted into one of wariness and discontent. "He senses Sins. A large amount of unimaginable power is connected to them. They're on the move."

"Sins you say…" An'ya Kuro's face was that of deep contemplation, her eyes slowly drifting up to the darkest moon in the sky. "What kinds of sins?"

Robbie gave her a look that said "What do you think?" to sum it up.

"There is a creeping darkness that I can't see but… the Spirit… he senses it. Coming here was like a trigger or something cuz Zarathos has been getting restless. There's something else moving in the stars. And… I don't know if we're ready for it."

The Jedi around him did not respond, instead sharing anxious and nervous expressions before joining Robbie in gazing up at the stars.

-Scene Cut-

He sat alone within the Jedi Council Chambers, eyes closed, deep in thought as he meditated in the Force.

All around him, it flowed, ebbed and weaved, like a gentle breeze yet a raging storm all at once.

Grandmaster Yoda has been experiencing this state of the storm for nearly two years now.

The Avengers started it back on their arrival.

And now, it was a near-constant state of fluctuation.

Many Jedi hadn't fully accustomed themselves to this change yet for Yoda, this had become a time to learn.

To truly understand the meaning of going with the changing tide of a river or to be in the eye of the storm of complete tranquility.

And with the rediscovery of Tython and all its wisdom and thousands upon thousands of years of lost knowledge and practices, Yoda began to see.

Truly see.

See how shortsighted the Jedi had become in their millennia of supposed peace.

They had achieved much, yes. A thousand years of peace with skirmishes and short-lived wars was nothing to ignore but the fact of the matter was that the Sith had duped the Jedi. For a thousand years, the Jedi sat in ivory towers, blissfully ignorant whilst parading themselves around as wise and powerful protectors of the galaxy.

But the reality was that they had lost their way.

Somewhere in this past millennium, the Jedi were not who they once were. They had believed that nothing could touch them ever again and now… now Jedi have been dying by the thousands by this point.

Having no conflict, no obstacles, no true challenges has made them soft. A complicated argument that may hold much debate with various individuals.

And speaking of which…

"Master Windu." The Grandmaster politely said, opening his eyes to see the Master of the Jedi Order, essentially his right-hand man, take a seat on the ottoman opposite to him.

"Master Yoda." The Korun Jedi greeted in turn.

"A need, you desire." A hum emanates from the short individual. "On your mind, something you have?"

"That's…" Windu frowned, shaking his head with a small grunt. "I'm… conflicted, Grandmaster. These changes to the Order seem more… radical than I had thought they would be."

Yoda eyed him intently. "Concerns?"

Mace couldn't withhold his scoff. "Many."

The Grandmaster was unfazed, simply humming again. "Fear of Change?"

Windu took a few seconds to think on this query, moving to sit cross-legged, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his finger.

"Perhaps." He slowly admitted. "The Dark Side is at work just as we begin to enact what is essentially a reform."

Yoda nodded. "Knowledge of the past, the old ways-"

"Can be viewed as a regression." Windu sharply interrupted.

"Or…" Yoda held up a finger. "A step on the right path. Our forgotten path."

Mace now appeared slightly confused. "Forgotten?"

The Grandmaster closed his eyes, taking a few moments to gather his thoughts. He inhaled slowly and exhaled, feeling the Force in a continuous flow around him.

"Much thought, given this, I have, yes." Yoda opened his eyes, a far-off look to them. "For too long, shackled by agendas and wills not of our own, nor of the Force." There was a brief flicker of dismay in the Jedi's face. "To serve the Republic, great duty it has been. To serve the Force, the galaxy, its people, a higher responsibility it is. A neglected responsibility, it has become."

Mace's expression scrunched up slightly, giving the Grandmaster a peculiar look.

"Master Yoda, if I may make an observation…" There was a sense of hesitation heard in his tone.

Yoda inclined his head, indicating the go-ahead.

"I have noticed your increased usage of the word responsibility." The Grandmaster said nothing as Windu went on. "I don't know if this is just an addition to your vernacular or something else but you almost seem hyper-focused on that word and whatever it is that it is supposed to entail in your perspective. You've used that word at almost every gathering of the council we've had for a while now. Some of the other members haven't really touched on it but I do sense they are growing in curiosity as to why."

There were a few moments of silence when Yoda surprised Windu by releasing a small impish chuckle.

Mace couldn't help but blink, slightly thrown off by such a response.

"Master?"

"Apologies, Windu," Yoda said. "Just an Old Jedi, not as wise as I once thought. More foolish, perhaps, than once believed."

Now Windu frowned, feeling more put off by the Grandmaster's change in demeanor. Growing up, all in the Jedi Order always viewed Yoda as the absolute pinnacle of knowledge and wisdom in their organization. And it was a natural belief given that the Grandmaster was meant to represent the absolute peak of the Jedi Order in terms of power and knowledge in the Force.

Yoda was always a modest Jedi, though all Jedi were supposed to be like this. Some more than others, but Yoda was always one of greater humility.

Yet what he just said right now felt a far cry from the usual humble dismissal that he had when praised for his knowledge.

No, he outright rejected his wisdom, almost sounding like he called himself unintelligent.

"What do you mean, Master?" Windu felt cautious when he asked this.

Yoda shook his head, humming again, placing a hand over his heart.

"Despite many years of experience, one overlooks the simplest of lessons. Learning such lessons from the most unexpected of places." Yoda spoke with the utmost of modesty. "Nine hundred years, I am, yet still, to learn is a never-ending journey, it is. But in those centuries, in our order, words such as these never once passed the lips of any Jedi."

Sensing he was building up to something, Mace leaned in anticipation.

Yoda held up a shaky finger.

"With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility."

Windu paid attention, not to the words, but to the tone in which Yoda conveyed them.

There was a reverence, a deep respect to them, a rarity to be sure.

"And… where did you hear this?" The Korun Jedi inquired.

They were powerful words indeed, now having allowed a few moments to dwell on them.

"Our friends from another galaxy." Yoda revealed. "Their youngest. Peter Parker."

Now that was certainly an interesting surprise. Of all the Avengers, the light-hearted, joke-loving, nerdy science teen was the last person Windu would have expected to say such a thing.

That phrase feels like something one of their older and more experienced members would say like Captain Rogers or even Thor.

Yet these words came from their youngest. It made Windu ponder as to how the boy came to know such words. Of the Avengers, Peter was one he didn't interact with as often but still got a gauge of the teen.

He was eager, like most youngsters tended to be but he did see flashes of a more mature mindset whenever the occasion occurred. His intelligence was not to be disputed as he had seen the teen working on the technology of this galaxy, repairing and even improving upon it.

Mace also noted the closeness the boy held with Skywalker and his Padawan, the latter in particular as of late.

He hadn't seen much but for him, it was enough to add a layer of suspicion towards the way Ahsoka Tano and Peter Parker behaved towards each other. Then there was Barriss Offee.

Windu shook his head. He didn't need these distracting thoughts. He had enough of them daily as is.

"Great power and Great Responsibility." Mace said to himself. "What do you make of it, Master Yoda?"

"Yet to have, a proper view on this, I do, hmmm." Yoda freely admitted. "More time to dwell, to develop, I require. The Avengers, perhaps have the grasp, but each one individual they are, united in purpose." The green master rubbed his chin. "The Force, gifted the Order is with it, yes. To safeguard the Republic, noble it is but too limited it has been."

Windu now appeared more wary. "But master, is protecting the Republic not enough?"

"Has it been?" Yoda challenged with a piercing stare. "Tell me, old friend, what would you make of it?"

Mace knew the Grandmaster referred to the phrase that was the topic of discussion, crossing his hands in thought.

"That phrase holds great weight," The Korun Jedi earnestly said. "Yet power… power is a dangerous tool that has led many down the path to the Dark Side."

"The Sith." Yoda remarked, getting a nod out of Mace.

"And many other Jedi who had strayed," Windu muttered. "Responsibility is one thing but from what I have now learned and seen… One could say the better term can be with great power comes great consequence."

"A pessimistic one, that is, but not to be ignored." Yoda admitted. "To set that standard, to be the example, our duty it is, yes."

Once more, the Grandmaster saw the second-in-command of the Jedi Order convey a troubled look.

"More on your mind, Windu?" Yoda expectantly said.

The bald Jedi slowly nodded, a contemplative frown on his face.

"Master… there are some, or rather, many who have voiced the failings of the Jedi."

Yoda was silent.

"Many have said to our faces that this war was our doing, our fault." Windu looked at him in the eyes. "Many who said that had we done more, there could have been a chance that this conflict could have been avoided. In our accused blind obedience to the Republic, we failed to see the coming conflict and war."

"And believe that, do you?"

Windu clamped his mouth shut, turning away from the Grandmaster.

"I am not sure." Mace admitted with a grunt. "Have we not done our duty? When called upon, did we not do as we were asked?"

"Asked, yes, but needed? Debatable." Yoda stated. "Separatists, truthfully, an inevitable growth, with or without our interference. Stemmed it, delayed it, or sped it up, regardless, inevitable they were. Discontentment and frustration, much that we have turned our eyes from, missed or completely ignored. Too long… too long, isolated we have been. Now, the Sith survived when believed gone. The Separatists rose from the Republic. Ultron… Ultron showed we are not indestructible."

Mace Windu inhaled and exhaled audibly, closing his eyes.

"I am… troubled, Master Yoda. And uncertain."

"Afraid?"

Windu instantly shook his head. "No, not fear but I can't deny that after everything that has happened, I can rest my head knowing things have settled. Like you said, the Separatists are still present. There's the Sith Lord that we still need to find and Ultron showed us that there are threats that we cannot see or even fathom. The future is more uncertain than ever."

Yoda hummed, nodding in agreement.

"Silence is not peace." The Grandmaster remarked, making Mace twitch, a sign of begrudging agreement. "To stand strong, united we must stand."

-Scene Cut-

It was endless.

A void of pitch black with seemingly no boundaries.

One may even call this a place of unending blackness of existential dread.

Yet within this void were pathways and doorways.

They were as endless as the nothingness that they resided in, each path leading to a different doorway with a unique shape to each.

And from these doorways came nonstop echoes and whispers of what lay on the other side.

It was a bit of an incomprehensible mess and if one were of a weaker mind and will, the constant whispers and chatter reverberated by the near-endless echo would be maddening.

Which was a good thing that the seemingly sole individual within this plane of existence appeared completely unperturbed by these murmurs.

Stepping into the plane, a figure garbed in a pitch-black robe looked behind him, the sound of screams coming from the doorway before it was silenced. He released a sigh of remorse from that but he knew that dwelling on such a thing would only burden his soul more than it already was.

He briefly looked at the cylindrical device he had in his hand before clipping it to his belt and exhaled.

There was a moment of contemplation before he walked forward down the path within the endless darkness of walkways and doors. The only other sounds present were the echoing steps and the reverberation in the endless space.

If one were of a lesser mind, one can go stir crazy in a place such as this one. This place was chaotic to be sure but not impossible to navigate.

Not to someone like…

…

…

…

What was that?

That reverberation?

Craning his head, he tried locating the source of this unusual sensation.

Strange… this was…

What was this?

It came from all over but he couldn't pinpoint the source.

Something was wrong…

In the distance, he heard the sound of lightsabers, blaster fire, thunder and lightning, webbing, ships flying, explosions and…

Narrowing his eyes, he began to walk forward.

The answers he sought were here somewhere. It was just a matter of finding them.

AN

Ok so first of all, this one took a while longer because originally, it was supposed to be way, WAAAAAAY longer but I realized the chapter would take longer to come out on top of just how busy me and the guys have been.

Recently, I have gotten myself a trip planned to Japan in August and that was quite a hefty trip so lately, I have been busy with planning on top of working overtime to get the money back that I spent as well as having additional money to spend for when I got to Japan.

Jeb and Bullet also had important family matters to attend to, not bad but just important and celebratory so that's them being busy and we all have work.

So that's real-life shit out of the way.

In terms of this chapter, this was supposed to have around eight scenes but four didn't fit so they were cut and placed aside for future chapters.

Frankly, this is just a layover chapter that could have been included in the prior chapter so we could move on to the next arc but meh, these things happen. At the very least, the first arc of season 4 is done.

Now though, the NEXT few arcs are ones I cannot wait to do and hope with time, I can get them out really fast.

The furthest chapter I have outlined at this point in time is up to chapter 161 and that's the somewhat close to halfway point of season 4. This is the longest season out of the five planned and the one that is the most thought out between my partners and I. The end of season 4 is well past the 200 mark chapter.

Yeah, this is a gargantuan season.

Moving on, let's get to something that left me severely underwhelmed.

Tales of the Empire.

Barriss Offee is someone who I have longed to see for a literal DECADE now to wonder just what became of her, what was her story after the Clone Wars and what we got…

This is me bragging now, what my partners and I have done and still have yet to do for her is ten times better than what we got from Tales of the Empire.

Not to say that it was bad, don't get it twisted but what we got left TOO MUCH TO BE DESIRED. Barriss was a character who warranted the entire season to herself.

Morgan's only contribution was Thrawn and Grievous, she is an alright character but nothing of high note or praise.

So… yeah, that's all I got on my mind.

Till next time.

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