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((I think it's time I pick up fanfiction again. I'm not the guy who wants to write a full story, so I prefer short stories. Essentially, spin-offs. Real events of the SW Universe that I add my own..."flavor" to. What you are about to read is a short story about the Exile's (from Kotor2) return to Coruscant to face the Council. Though we see the event in the game, it's very short. So this will be the longer, more detailed version with my own added dialogue. This short story will be written from the Exile's perspective.))
It was a long walk, likely the longest twenty seconds of my life. It was a hallway, and it led to the chamber of the Jedi Council, the fools...
"Why had the summoned me?" I asked myself. "To laugh in my face? To show me how wrong I was?"
Whatever their reason was, it didn't matter to much to me. I knew what I had done was the right thing. To sit by...and let the Mandalorians take over the Republic, MY Republic...their was no honor or hidden wisdom in that. Only pain.
I finally reached the doorway that led to the Council Chamber. I hesitated for a moment, thought about what awaited for me, and then went in. There...there they were, all six of them sitting in their high chairs. And they looked upon me with...disappointment. As if this war had been a test, a test that I failed.
"Why have you summoned me here?" I asked them.
For a second, they all looked around at each other, as if to see who would answer me. Had they summoned me to waste my time like this?
It was Kavar who spoke up: "You...defied us. Instead of trusting in our wisdom, you followed the heretic Revan." For a second, I thought Kavar had a certain look in his face that almost told me he...understood me. But whatever that look was, it faded quickly.
When the Mandalorians began their endeavour to take over the galaxy, many suspected that it would be Kavar who would stand up against them. He was a powerful Jedi Guardian, but the fact that he went with the rest of the Council and stayed behind led me to believe that he was weak in spirit.
"Their was no wisdom in what the Council wished to do. The Mandalorians were sweeping through the Outer Rim, and no one could stop them. People...people by the millions were getting wiped out why the Council stayed in the confines of this chamber. Revan knew this wasn't the right choice, as did I, and the "heretics" you speak of saved the Republic."
Atris looked upon me with dislike, and her dislike towards me was clear when she spoke: "Look at Revan, look at Malak. War changed them, and it has changed you for the worse. You were a disgrace to the Jedi, to all of us here."
I hated her, this was for certain. And I felt a strong desire to lash out against her, against all these fools for that matter.
I said to her: "War? You actually speak to me as if you know what you're talking about. This was war, yes, but for self-defense. This was so Revan, and all who followed him could save the Republic and it's peoples. Were it not for Revan, the galaxy would be in flames."
Zez-Kai-Ell started to mutter something, but I continued to speak, cutting him off:
"In truth, war was never desired by us. However, we all understood that war was necessary, it's never pretty, and rarely the best option, but it's what had to be done. And you all, fail to understand this."
Zez-Kai-Ell spoke: " And this...war, left the Republic and Jedi in flames regardless. Look at Revan; and learn form his mistakes. He was driven by hatred...and it killed him in spirit. He and Malak, and many who followed them, are now nothing more than pawns of the dark side. We knew this, and we knew that starting a battle with the Mandalorians would destroy many of the Jedi, whether it be by death or mind."
He didn't understand...after all of it, they still didn't understand. I spoke: "You can tell yourself that it was the wrong decision, if that's what makes you feel better. But if you'd stop being so self-righteous and think for a minute, you may come to the conclusion of this: Had we not gone to war, they're would be no Republic or Jedi to stand up for,"
I continued:
"True; the war turned many Jedi to the dark side. However, were it not for the war, they're would be no good Jedi left."
For the first time since I had arrived, Master Vash spoke: "Whatever your reasons were, whatever convictions you believe in, you still disobeyed are wishes, and started a war that ended many good people's lives."
It had come to the apex, I knew they had nothing to refute what I had said. And I thought that perhaps deep down, they knew I was right. But they were to blinded by faith to see it. To righteous
Vrook spoke: "You have defied us, and thus, you are no longer a Jedi. You are dismissed, but before you go, surrender your lightsaber."
I placed my lightsaber in the pillar that was before me. I almost didn't want it, because it was a weapon of the Jedi. And Jedi...
Without another word, I left the room. They were fools, all of them. And I felt I had gained something out of returning to them. They had saw me, and they saw what I stood for. And they knew I would no longer follow them, because they had proved to me that they knew nothing. Knowing this brought joy to me, something I didn't often feel. As for them...maybe one day they'll realize how wrong they were.
THE END.
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