[right][b][color=green]Keldabe City // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector[/color][/b][/right]

Rorwoorr took a second to compose himself. [color=green]<Perhaps I failed as a Master. It is never a failure to offer aid to those in need.>[/color] 

Ishtil shrugged and chuckled slightly under his breath. "That is not what I am saying. Citizens of the Empire require aid-"

[color=green]<Citizens of the Galaxy.>[/color] Rorwoorr interjected. 

Ishtil continued, ignoring the interruption. "You're a one-hundred-year-old Wookiee trained as a warrior from birth. If all the Jedi of your experience were to work with us, we could finally bring this war to an end."

Rorwoorr sighed. [color=green]<We have had this conversation before, my apprentice.>[/color] He walked away from the plant in the centre of the room, looking up through the skylight he watched as the racing vessels passed again. This time with a different ship in the lead. Rorwoorr had lived a long life. He had seen the Republic as a strong union of the Galaxy, had seen it become festered and poisoned by corruption and greed. A sickness that infected every vein of the Galaxy, including the Jedi as the Galaxy erupted into war.

A war that killed or corrupted everyone or everything it touched. Even now the Jedi were more spread out than they had been before, with no sense of unity between the various orders. Just like the Galaxy.

[color=green]<I am no warrior. Nor am I willing to take a side.>[/color]

"By not taking a side you would see the Separatists control the Galaxy-"

[color=green]<I will fight for the people, I will fight to see people free, happy and healthy. This has not changed>[/color]

"Do you care nothing of Gerarks sacrifice?"

A cold shiver ran up Rorwoorrs spine. To this day some small part of him mourned his former Padawan. There was no way to know if the Jedi could have survived Knightfall, no doubt he would have died defending the Temple to ensure as many could survive as possible. Rorwoorr had been elsewhere in the Galaxy when he had felt Gerarks death, only to have it later confirmed by the Jedi Council. Could the Wookiee have helped? 

Well. There was no point in dwelling. He had lost so many friends, not just to war but to the ravages of time. 

[color=green]<Gerark was a loss to the Galaxy, as is every other life. You waste your breath Ishtil. I care not for politics.>[/color]

The Zabrak grimaced in a near snarl, his wrist comm buzzing slightly. He turned around and took the call privately. 

"There are Argent in the area. I've been called to help organise our younger Imperials to ensure their safety and wellbeing."

Rorwoorr bowed his head. [color=green]<Go safely, my former Apprentice.>[/color] He meant what he said, sincerely. Though he could feel the agitation rolling off the Zabrak in waves as he walked out of the building.