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What he thinks about him, and what ulterior motivations he might have.

Gabriel shrugs.

"I don't find anything criminally suspicious about him, if that's what you mean. I don't like him personally because of some of the things he says about CorSec, but other than that, he's just a politician. Power hungry and trying to put himself in a higher position with every passing second."

He certainly doesn't like politicians.

Alright, um well then on to Bodyguarding duties. I will ask Gabriel what is next.

"We remain here until the Diktat adjourns the meeting," Gabriel says. "It should not be long. After that, the family of the Senator is being escorted to the capital building, and security will be arranged."

Well then I guess I'll wait until the meeting is over.

The politicians take a short break as their parties adapt to the news that Garm Bel Iblis is now Senator of Corellia, but the Diktat quickly calls the meeting back into session, simply so she can adjourn it. She dismisses everyone, and she does so urgently.

Lord Fenring eyes you briefly before leaving with the rest of the politicians.

"Master Jedi," Shyla says to you, once the representatives have cleared out. "I have news for you. We have received a transmission from the Cultists. It is addressed to you; their leader wants to speak with you."

"Kardir?" Gabe says. "He speaks with no-one."

"He has apparently made an exception, Officer," the Diktat says sharply. "I suggest we do not keep him waiting if we can to negotiate."

"Please show me this transmission. Negotiations is a good sign. We must act quickly."

Shyla moves to her podium. A holoprojector lowers from the ceiling, and the image of a man is projected onto the table. He is tall and well-built, with a shaved head and a dark, thick goatee. He wears a blue buttoned shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, with a blast-dampening vest with gray camouflage pants. There is a blaster pistol at his waist.

Most notably, there is a piece of smudged fabric wrapped tightly around his upper right arm. On it is the imagine of a water drop- the Red Rain.

And so you see Kardir, leader of the Red Rain Cultists, for the first time.

"So," he says, heavily, "you are the Jedi they have sent to stop me, hmm? I am not impressed."

"I do not feel the need to impress anyone Kardir. I only wish to bring an end to the killings."

"So then, you're here to kill the Diktat for me?" Kardir asks. "That's the only way my Cult will be satisfied. That, and Corellia seceding from the Republic... but I have a feeling you'll do neither. How do you think you'll stop us?"

"I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourselves. You must see that the path you take will never see your goals completed. It will only beget more violence, ending with your demise. If we negotiate there can be an amicable solution. Tell me, why do you want Corellia to secede?"

"You want to know why, Jedi? The Republic is a bloated and corrupt government, dragged down into ineffectiveness by all the greed and self-interest! Why let Corellia get spoiled by their mess? Corellia should be independent, Jedi. I'm sure you've felt the same about the Order, hmm?"

"Even if your goals were legitimate, do you think the way to go about them is to terrorize the population into submission? Will they really accept you after what you have done to them?"

"I don't expect them to, Master Jedi. Would you accept a man responsible for butchering your world as leader? Hardly seems reasonable. But then again, I could be unreasonable. You never know with these things.

"So no, we won't stop. The Uhl Chirq Uldyr will continue their tirade against Corellia's Republic-loving government... unless you can convince the Diktat to withdraw from the Senate. Jedi tend to be awfully persuasive, especially when they know that people will die if they do not do something immediately. I have already given you your solution."

"I am not going to take a side against the Republic. I have sworn to protect it. If you choose to not be reasonable and continue to use violence, you will only be met with it in return."

"Then I hope you are prepared for the deaths that are to come, Jedi," Kardir scoffs. "But you know how to stop more from happening at any time. Senator Fordox was only the first."

"You will not intimidate me into giving in to your demands."

(Back once again!)

Kardir shakes his head.

"You're just like your father," Kardir says. "You are a Trilanger, aren't you? I can see it in your face."

Gabriel bristles at this.

"Correct, but that doesn't mean anything."

"It means you are stubborn, and thousands will die before you understand that what I have said you must do is the only thing you can do."

At that, Kardir cuts the connection.

Gabriel stomps out of the room, cursing under his breath. The Diktat gives you a tired look.

"What now, Master?" Sunda asks. "I'd like to show this Kardir guy what's what if you want to."