“Droids are replaceable. I wouldn't worry too much about their cost.” He said, noticeably dodging her question of what had happened to them. “And yes, the Techno Union does stand to gain a large amount of funds for your operation, but that isn't why I'm here.” He said, stepping over to a control panel for the room, pressing a button and locking the doors from the inside, a quick swipe over the panel darkening the windows until they were pitch black on both sides, effectively isolating the pair, the only witnesses to their conversation now were the medical droids that had been brought in to replace the destroyed ones. 

“I know what you did to those Droids. To my knowledge the Jedi snatch up any force sensitives long before this age, and you are clearly not a Jedi. I doubt you even knew what you could do before now.” He walked over to the droids, his pace slow and measured, impossible to tell how far he was stepping due to the long robes covering most of his body and exosuit. 
“Legally, the Techno Union must report and force sensitives to the Jedi Council and turn them over for their own safety.” He continued speaking, even while gloved hands deactivated the droids. 

“The Jedi can offer you sanctuary, protection, the Black Sun will never find you should they change their minds about your usefulness. But it will be as much a prison as a safehouse. You will be no more free with the Jedi than you were under your father. I offer a different path. The path of freedom. A life ruled by no one but yourself. You will have to work for it, of course. Nothing comes without a price. I will train you, teach you in the ways passed down by my teacher, and his before him, for the last five hundred years. And one day you will have surpassed me in power and destroy me. And from that point on you will be free.”