"I am trying to do right by the Galaxy," Galahad says. "Lanzar has suffered a terrible fate and I was able to do nothing to prevent it. But what of others worlds? There are thousands of worlds that the Empire could choose to obliterate. It is wrong for us to do nothing to prevent this; the Jedi could help our efforts tenfold."
"Exactly what the Jedi could have said, to justify taking control. But they would not do something wrong, even for that reason- they would not become like their enemies."
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
Galahad clenches his jaw, torn between his mission for the Rebellion, his own personal goal of locating his son, and doing what is right by the Osokans.
"But the Jedi failed to save the Galaxy," Galahad reasons. "For all their might and wisdom, they did not prevent the evil that has gained control of our worlds."
"But Jedi did not become evil themselves. Jedi had respect for their principles- and would not break them. Once you start to do that... you don't stop. And if you come to our world to take just what you need, how are you better than the Empire?"
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
"[It was the Battle of Utapau]," Eerin says, supporting himself on Kyle once they're out of the Pit, his other hand applied to the gash in his side. "[Our leader was evacuated from the planet before the Republic attacked]."
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THIS IS WHAT WE'VE WAITED FOR
THIS IS IT, BOYS, THIS IS WAR!
The Record explodes before you, burning and melting away to nothing. We can cue some Star Wars music at this point- the same that plays when Luke looks at the sunset on Tatooine for the last time, or at the end of ROTS.
"There aas never any place for my people in this Galaxy," says Vasilik. "We belong in the past. Vasilik has no place either. But now, you see, at the end, Vasilik did some good after all."
His smile lies frozen on his face. And though you do not know it, Drakkon is already dead. And so Vasilik, the last Guildmaster of Lanzar, dies in the rubble of the Guild.
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
Sasha bends down over Vasilik, allowing a single tear to drop onto the face of the dead Osokan. She closes his eyes.
Does Vasilik have his neurowhip and knife on him still? Sasha wishes to put them back in his hands if he has dropped them, then cross his arms on his chest before they get out. A proper burial pose for a great warrior, methinks.
"We should never have tried to steal that...thing," Sasha says, glaring at Galahad. "It would have saved us all this pain and trouble. So, now what?"
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Punch your lights out, hit the pavement
That's what I call entertainment
Causing problems makes you famous
All the silence makes a statement
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