Farl becomes very serious, suddenly.
"I will tell you now, Wentar- if anyone comes for me, I fully expect you to strike them down. A life so ruinous as that of an assassin is not a life worth preserving."
The darkened mood passes quickly and Farl becomes quite jovial again.
"Shall we watch the game? I am quite a dedicated fan of zero-gravity polo. Triskatan does not have a team, so I root for Coruscant."
Wentar is a bit unnerved by the change of attitude.
"I will protect you to the best of my ability, Senator, you have no need to worry there," he assures him, picking his words carefully. He's not about to argue the point at this time, though if the opportunity arises he will take any assassin alive.
"I guess it can't hurt to watch a bit of sports while on duty," Wentar says with a smile.
Zero-gravity polo is played with great similarity to water polo, with minor adjustments to the rules to account for the full range of motion as the players are competing for goals in an arena in orbit around Coruscant. It is highly entertaining, though at one point the game is stalled when a referee makes a bad call that sees the opposing team's star player benched. After that, Coruscant's polo team wins.
"Excellent!" Farl says, clapping quietly. "That certainly made my day that much better, considering circumstances. What did you think?"
"Perhaps," Farl says, with a slight grin. "But you never know! However, I know one thing with great certainty- I'm hungry! Emso should have dinner prepared by now..."
The dining hall is nearly identical in its decor to the living room. The main table is ovular, with Farl sitting at the rounded head in yet another egg-shaped floating chair. Emso has prepared something vaguely akin to sushi for the Senator- sauteed insects wrapped around some odd vibrantly-colored meats. You almost lose your appetite, but then Emso brings you a well-seasoned medium well steak of some alien beast and you decide to have dinner after all.
"So, tell me, who was your Master?" Farl asks you from across the table as he eats his strange delicacy.
"Indeed, it was my final mission as a Padawan actually," Wentar says, closing his eyes, going back to years before. "Ryho was having problems with abductions, entire families gone over night, the council sent myself and Altar to investigate after their Senator, Krutao Gegon, vanished."
He takes a sip of his drink. "We met with the local security, they claimed they didn't need our assistance and were uncooperative, perhaps we should have suspected something then but we just assumed they believed they didn't need help. That far from the core even Repbulic worlds dislike outsiders."
Sighing Wentar continues. "To cut a long investigation story short we discovered the abductors were slavers from the rim. We snuck aboard a transport and made it to their base of operations. It was a vile place, my master decided we needed take out the head of these slavers first. It was there we found the Senator and it was there we found out he was selling out his own people. Do you know why?"
"For power," Wentar says simply. "He was comfortable with his current life and didn't want it to change, so he sold his people, or more specifically those who didn't support his position as Senator. His plan was to be 'rescued' by his security and win the hearts of his remaining people to secure his place."
"How does this relate to Altar being well known? I can't be certain but I'm sure our success in the mission would have, not only brought his name into the light, but also have given him the rank of Master but things went wrong..." Wentar's voice becomes far more serious. "Altar picked up some aspects of my own views of the force over the years, he'd started to focus more on the emotions of those around him. He felt the Senators emotions... and you know what he felt?
"Nothing, no remorse, no guilt... The Senator didn't give a damn about his actions," Wentar answers, bitterly "Something snapped in my masters head after that, at the time I had no idea why but now I feel it was just the straw that broke the gundark's back. Altar flew into a rage that I had never seen before, he broke from our hiding place and slaughtered anyone who raised a blaster against him. It was frightening, by the time I had regained my composure only the Senator and the head slavers were alive, the slavers holding the Senator hostage."
Stopping again to compose himself Wentar continues. "But Altar was too far gone, he charged, they shot. Krutao died, Altar cleaved through one and the other dropped his gun. I called out just before my master delivered the final blow, saving the slavers life. Altar dropped his sabers and became silent and despondent, I couldn't get him to say or do anything after that. I called the Republic, reinforcements were sent and I made sure the remaining captives were returned home."
"After that we returned to Coruscant. I started to give the report to the council when Altar finally spoke up, he told them about how close he came to he dark side and how I handled myself afterward. He then recommended me for the trials. The council agreed and felt that the incident was best kept quiet, for Altar's sake. Very few people know the truth behind Krutao's betrayal, they think he died in captivity with the slavers."
"I was dismissed after that, the council wished to speak with Altar alone. I still don't know the extent of what went on in there, but all I know is the week after I earned the rank of Knight, Altar Vynn left the temple, where to and why I'm still unsure. Five years passed before he returned, another one before he was reinstated to active duty." Wentar stops there. "Ever since his return Altar only accepts smaller missions. Even after seven years that day still haunts him." He trails off, his story finished.
Despite his loyalty to his old mentor, it is likely that even Wentar questioned the Council's wisdom in reinstating Altar Vynn. Technically everyone that Altar had slain had been shooting at him at the time, making Altar's actions necessary in self-defense... but his emotional termoil is something that Wentar will never forget.
"I'm sorry I asked," Senator Farl says, setting down his utensils. "It must be painful for you to recall such memories. I had no idea that there was such a story to be found on Ryho. Tragic indeed."