Speak no Evil

[Rev Solomon]

"We will make arrangements..." Solomon's attention wavered as the chamber doors swung shut behind Serena. Every instinct he had was shouting the same message: Go after her.

"...arrangements to house you aboard the Whaladon under guard. Zem, can you see to it?"

In his mind, he'd already gone. His eyes were urgent when he turned to the Jedi Master.

[Zem Vymes]

Master Vymes nodded in agreement, his thoughts too turning to their colleague's state of mind. The state of the galaxy was taking them to a dark place once more. The Imperial Knights were every bit an instrument of tyranny as any other piece of the Empire's war machine, only this time given a veneer that made them something else.

If the Jedi order was going to survive, they had to adapt. Perhaps this was the first step.