The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Shared Company

Turning your focus to the gathered intel, you meticulously reviewed the information provided by Commander Havok. Each detail was carefully analysed, every vulnerability noted and catalogued.

Meanwhile on Coruscant tensions ran high within the chambers of the Jedi High Council. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi stood at the center of the debate, his expression calm and composed despite the weight of the decision he faced.

Master Windu's stern voice reverberated through the chamber as he cautioned Obi-Wan against any reckless actions during his mission to Mandalore. "We cannot afford to escalate the situation further," he warned, his gaze piercing. "Your task is to gather information, not to incite conflict."

Yoda, his small form seated serenely among the council members, nodded in agreement. "Patience, young Kenobi, patience you must have," he advised, his ageless wisdom guiding his words. "A peaceful solution, seek you must."

Master Shaak Ti and Plo Koon echoed Yoda's sentiment, urging Obi-Wan to prioritize diplomacy above all else. "We must strive for peace, even in the face of adversity," Shaak Ti implored, her voice soft but resolute. "Violence is not the Jedi way."

Master Mundi, however, offered a dissenting opinion, his voice measured but firm. "In times of war, sacrifices must be made," he argued, his gaze unwavering. "We cannot afford to be naive in our pursuit of peace."

Master Unduli countered Master Mundi's stance with quiet determination, her eyes flashing with conviction. "The Jedi are guardians of peace, not instruments of war," she declared, her voice unwavering. "We must not lose sight of our principles, no matter the cost."

Obi-Wan listened intently to the council's deliberations, weighing their words carefully as he considered his next course of action. Despite the differing opinions, one thing remained clear—his mission to Mandalore would be fraught with challenges, both political and personal.

As the Jedi Council members continued their debate, Obi-Wan Kenobi maintained his composure, absorbing their varying perspectives with a sense of solemnity. Each voice held weight, each argument a testament to the complexity of the situation unfolding on Mandalore.

Master Windu's stern warnings resonated within him, a reminder of the delicate balance he must uphold amidst the brewing tensions. The council's emphasis on diplomacy and restraint echoed in his mind, guiding his thoughts towards a peaceful resolution.

With a respectful nod towards Master Yoda and his other fellow council members, Obi-Wan affirmed his commitment to seeking a non-violent solution. "Your guidance is invaluable," he acknowledged, his voice steady and unwavering. "Rest assured, I will approach this mission with the utmost caution and diplomacy."

Master Windu's gaze softened slightly, acknowledging Obi-Wan's resolve. "We trust in your judgement, Obi-Wan," he replied, his tone less stern but no less firm. "But remember, the fate of Mandalore hangs in the balance. Choose your actions wisely."

Obi-Wan bowed respectfully before the council, a silent pledge to uphold the Jedi principles of peace and justice. "I will not falter," he affirmed, his voice carrying a quiet determination. "May the Force guide me in this endeavor."

With the council's blessing, Obi-Wan prepared to embark on his mission to Mandalore, his heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. As he left the chambers behind, he carried with him the hope of a peaceful resolution, knowing that the fate of Mandalore rested in his hands.

As Obi-Wan made his way towards his personal quarters, his thoughts swirled with a tumultuous mix of emotions, each vying for dominance within the confines of his mind. The events of the day weighed heavily upon him, their significance not lost amidst the chaos of the council chambers.