USH'S STAR WARS GAME- CAMPAIGN II, EPISODE I (LIGHT SIDE)- Conspiracy

Xeth frowns. "I do what is required of me. I deliver justice where justice is needed."

"When do I get my explanation?"

"When I say so. Define justice, and tell me why you don't think that cause is best served in the mainstream of the Jedi."

"You have been ordered by who to not tell a defender of the people when there is trouble? Who has this power to order the obstruction of justice?"

"It's private business," says the man. "Who we tell is our own concern."

"The Jedi Order is usually stretched beyond their limits," Xeth retorts, keeping a calm mind. "They do not care for some of the...smaller, issues. Some things they just cannot become involved with. I, however, perform my service without pay to solve murders or end robberies, and so on."

"I can tell you are not satisfied?" Xeth says, using Scan on this man's mind. He tries to decide who he thinks these people are, and sees if he can recognize this man personally.

"So who are you and what is your business?"

Solid mind, Xeth. Hard to read.

"So you think there are some interests of justice that the Jedi Order, for one reason or another, are unable to tackle?"

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"So who are you and what is your business?"

"I'm sorry," says the man. "Do enjoy the food, though."

"Well, yes," Xeth says. "The Outer Rim is full of them, but I realize that the Jedi cannot stretch their power to that extreme, mainly because most worlds are not within the Republic in that part of space, and because almost no one from non-Republican space comes to us in need."

The man leans forward.

"And what about inside Republican space, Xeth? What if the Jedi are prevented from protecting there as well?

Do you remember Damagran, Xeth? You never were able to finish your business, were you? No-one was..."

"Damagran? I remember Damagran all to well. I was there hunting a droid shipment stolen from the Trade Federation by Shareth the Hutt, though I could no bring sufficient evidence against her."

"If you are implying about the Confederacy, their resources were spent, and the Dark Jedi killed their leader. The Confederacy was done for."

Christof looks at the man.

"You first..."

He walks over to look at the food.

"Why would a ship send out a distress signal if they were not in distress? To possibly attract a would be rescuer and steal their cargo, murder the crew? Tell me if I'm getting warm...As of right now, you are holding two Jedi Knights and not explaining a thing. If I'm correct, It's against our will since we cannot be 'together' when we wish to be. Because of recent problems in the area with pirates and your non-distress use of a distress beacon, I have good suspicion that you have robbed and murdered many transport vessel's crews, this alone, the suspicion of murder, is enough to arrest you until we find evidence for or against the crimes."

Christof turns around to face the man.

"For these reasons, I suggest that you start answering some of my questions and answer them to the point."

(Christof, remember that your senses are not blaring...I think they mean to talk to Xeth, since they know some things about him...)

"You're not being held," says the man. "Why would we hold Jedi? You are free to leave any time you like. We just thought you would want to stay near your friend." He takes a portion of the food and eats it. "The refreshments are simply a gesture of good will and an apology for the necessity of our security precautions."

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"Your mission had nothing to do with the Confederacy, Xeth. You were just following a trail- thatr went cold, before you became... distracted? Don't take that as a criticism, though; it may have worked out for the best. Before we go on... I assume this is the right man, yes?" he asks.

"Oh yes," says one of the guards. "This is Xeth." He walks forwards into the light.

"I'm sorry about this, Xeth," says Gralus Turandi. "These are dangerous times, I am afraid."

This is a Taloraanian vessel! They always were very cautious people, Xeth...

"Let's get down to business," says the man in the chair. "Xeth, was your ship followed here?"

"So, the security is because of the recent pirate attacks? Do you know anything about them?"

"This ship has enough weaponry to deter pirates," says the man. "We have broader concerns."

Xeth turns to see his old friend, Gralus.

"Gralus! My old friend!" Xeth shakes his hand. "You bastard, I was getting pretty damned nervous."

Xeth turns to the head man. "I am not sure if I was followed. My sensors did not indicate anything."

"I'll have to take your word on that," says the man. "Now, this is very important. When you make your report on this mission, Xeth, you and your friends must report that you came to the aid of a ship in distress, gave them technical help, and then proceeded with your mission. On NO account include this conversation and our presence in that report.

You can tell the Council anything you like- I have no choice but to trust them. But believe me- Jedi mission reports are NOT secure. Not any more. You must not write this down."

"Then I will not," Xeth says.

"So I am allowed to tell the Council of your presence, but not put it in a report?"

"That is correct," says the man.

"Whilst he wishes to remain unnamed for now," says Gralus, "my superior here is a Commissar in our intelligence services, Xeth. He was the co-ordinator behind the mission I originally hired you for."

"And I am taking a lot on trust from Gralus in showing my face to you, Xeth, so I hope you appreciate that."