"Coruscant's bedazzlement is based solely on what can be seen from space," Master Ur says. "And unfortunately, with all the troubles that Coruscant must monitor throughout the Republic, it lacks the resources necessary to cleanse its own streets of riff raff. Not even the Council can commit its Knights to such a task, for there are too few of us and too many troubles."
"Well," Master Urr says. He thinks for a moment before speaking, collecting his thoughts. "Look at it this way. As the host of the Galactic Republic, Coruscant treats the Chancellor and the Senate as the local government. If it is not the will of the Senate to place an onus on Coruscant for improvements and an increase in law enforcement, then Coruscant just continues on as it has done. It is only when the Chancellor makes any significant push for Coruscant's betterment that the Senate will agree on a motion that promotes such.
"Otherwise, the Senators all try to collect funds and support for their own worlds, their own projects."
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"Well," Master Urr says. He thinks for a moment before speaking, collecting his thoughts. "Look at it this way. As the host of the Galactic Republic, Coruscant treats the Chancellor and the Senate as the local government. If it is not the will of the Senate to place an onus on Coruscant for improvements and an increase in law enforcement, then Coruscant just continues on as it has done. It is only when the Chancellor makes any significant push for Coruscant's betterment that the Senate will agree on a motion that promotes such."Otherwise, the Senators all try to collect funds and support for their own worlds, their own projects."
"I quess so Master, this is the true nature of politicians - the sellfishness. And yet, we the Jedi Order, serve these sellfish and short-sighted politicians. Shouldn`t we be the ones guiding them?"
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"That is a potentially dangerous line of thought," Master Urr says. "You have heard of the saying 'Power corrupts,' yes?"
"Yes, but we the Jedi are trained all are our life to use our power for good, I would say we are much less prone to corruption than all these politicians".
It is a subject that you have never really been convinced of anyway. How could anyone without the ability to touch the Force and the wisdom of a Jedi truly understand how the Galaxy works and protect it on a diplomatic level?
Master Harrar-Urr parks the speeder a short distance from the Tanker's Turn and disembarks it.
"Hopefully it is shoddy enough that nobody finds interest in it," Master Urr comments. "Come, Gallador."
He begins walking toward the pub.
The lower level streets are not at all what you are used to, Gallador. The upper city is always the most modern part of Coruscant, having been recently constructed, and while the Jedi Temple and the Senate are both in older districts, they're still fairly recent and well-maintained.
Down here, everything just feels out-dated and unattended. At some point the sliding pneumatic door that was the entrance to Tanker's Turn broke and was simply removed in favor of a swinging Western-style saloon door. You get the feeling that the streets don't get a lot of attention themselves, and many of the street lights are unlit.
Master Urr is going into the bar. You sense the crowd before you see it- the Tanker's Turn is absolutely packed and the patrons are rowdy today. Many of them are crowded around the viewscreens that the bar has up, or dancing to deafening electrosynth music.
Master Urr tries to say something to you; you can't hear him very well.
Scovione acknowledges your presence with a simple nod. He has donned the shabby outfit of a drifter. Scovione is much older than Master Urr, fully gray. He has let his beard become frazzled to fit the part.
Sitting beside him is a handsome boy about your age. His Padawan, Corelay, mimicks Scovione's nod. Corelay looks just as ragged and disheveled.
The Jedi Master waves to the table, indicating that you join.
"Urr, Gallador," Scovione says. "Welcome."
"Is that so?" Scovione says. "Was it wise to bring him?"
"He can adapt," Harrar-Urr responds. "You know he can handle himself."
"Alright," Scovione says.
"You don't look your part," Urr says to Scovione. "Corrupt businessman?"
"I'm laying low currently," Scovione says. "A classy suit would be too blatant here."
Scovione directs your attention to the clientele of the bar. Everyone here is a drifter or spacer of some sort, dressed poorly.
"What do you know so far?" Scovione asks of you.
"We know what you're working on," Master Urr states simply, implying Scovione's gang-busting operation. "And we know about the Lopan Avengers."
Scovione smiles. "Now we're talking."
"My Padawan saw a vision possibly concerning their activities and intentions," Ur continues.
"Is that so?" Scovione says, regarding you again. "What did you see, young one?"