The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

929 Axiom and Justice

The priestess began to walk around these little apprentices, giving different advice and guidance according to each of them.

She walked all the way, only to see a looming figure behind a table, she shook her head, picked up the pointer and tapped lightly on the air, there was a snap, and then there was a scream, the little girl Xiao Yan appeared, covering her head and staring fiercely at the priestess.

"Wrong way, Xiao Yan." The priestess said flatly.

"What's wrong!? I've clearly used the Force to become invisible!" Xiao Yan distinguished loudly.

"The reason why you can become invisible is not because you are using the force, but because the force is using you. The density of the midi-plasma in your body can be said to be the highest among all the people here, which is why you can become invisible. But, Can you explain why you can become invisible?" the priestess asked back.

Xiao Yan shook her head blankly.

"Because you can't even do the first step, to perceive the existence of the force." The voice of the priestess gradually turned cold, "In the next seven days, after the end of the academic course, you need to add a section on the perception of the force. Evening class."

Xiao Yan's small face suddenly turned bitter, "...Eh? I obviously asked Zhang Xucheng and the others to explore the depths of the temple tomorrow... Protoss engineer Kadar also agreed to lend us a machine sentinel!"

"Then it's a pity that your expedition can only be postponed." The priestess said lightly, "Perhaps when the digging work of the protoss is more in-depth, your subsequent expeditions will be more interesting. But now, you must add an extra day." class."

Zhang Xucheng, who was sitting by the side, raised his hand very righteously and said, "That... Teacher, can I add an evening class too?"

"Of course you can," said the priestess.

"Oh, that's great!" Zhang Xucheng winked at Xiao Yan, obviously he had other plans.

The priestess looked at them, the gorgeous mask concealed her expression, but her tone was full of teasing, "But your evening class is separate, and the protoss Xerakas is somewhat interested in your talent. You find the common ground between psionics and the Force. He will channel your unique power."

"Ah???" The plan was destroyed, and Zhang Xucheng felt as if he had collapsed, moaning on the table, "No...Zerakas is super strict...he speaks directly in our hearts, It looks so scary..."

"Hahahaha!!" The other children laughed when they saw them coming out, and the solemn atmosphere in the classroom suddenly eased a lot.

The priestess looked at this cheerful class, and there was a long-lost look of relief under the mask.

At that time, the war just broke out, and she was still the Jedi Master, Depa Birabha... She was always worried about the war, the people, and the whole galaxy... Countless burdens wiped the smile from her face, but fortunately, there was The Dream Sisters, two amazingly gifted apprentices, brought some color into her life.

Later on the planet Harunkar, she saw that the talents of the dream sisters had finally been realized into their powerful strength, and it also allowed her to see the future of the Milky Way, a bright future. Afterwards, even if she fell into the dark side herself, she was still at peace.

And now, after she accepted the dark side and completely let go of everything, she regained her original feeling in the group of apprentices of the Twilight Covenant...

When the war had not yet broken out, he spent the time carefully teaching those Jedi apprentices in the Jedi Temple.

However, at this moment, a communication message interrupted her thoughts. She looked at the message, took a deep breath, and said to the apprentices: "This is the end of today's class, let's take the cultural class first. Everyone according to Go to the classroom in your own class, okay, get out of class."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly left the classroom, came to the meeting room, and connected to the communication.

The holographic projection of Darth Malthael appeared here, gloomy, terrifying, and full of the breath of death. He said coldly: "I have a task for you—to publicly execute the governor of the planet Tibulin, Sulibran -picture."

The tone of the priestess was not kind, "I remember that we had an agreement, and I will not swing my sword against the Galactic Republic."

"Don't rush to refuse, priestess. Although you will not swing your sword against the Galactic Republic, I think you should be willing to swing your sword for the people, right?" Darth Malthael said, passing a file here.

When the priestess looked down, Darth Malthael continued: "If you refuse this task, I will be very disappointed, priestess... I will be really disappointed. Hehehehe..."

He sneered and turned off the communication.

The priestess looked at the document, her expression became more and more serious under the mask, and finally she even showed anger!

Such a perverse tyrant, whose hands are stained with the blood of civilians, actually maintains his rule with the support of the Galactic Republic? !

Where does the Galactic Republic stand? Where is the axiom? Where is the justice? !

The priestess roared loudly in her heart, she raised her hand to touch the cold lightsaber hilt at her waist, and then she calmed down instead... Yes, axiom and justice...here.

When he came out of the conference room, he found the tall and thin figure of Xerakas, the protoss, in front of him. He glanced at the priestess, and a calm voice suddenly appeared in her mind, "I feel the strong killing intent in your heart , priestess."

"I have received a new mission, I will kill a person." The priestess said coldly.

"Under Tang Xiao, a powerful and dark leader, this is not surprising," Xerakas said.

The priestess glanced at him sideways, and sneered, "You protoss are rigid and rigid, very similar to the Jedi Order. Arrogance makes you refuse to explore the deeper nature of affairs and human beings, which makes you make mistakes one after another. s Choice."

After speaking, he walked away.

...

One day later, on April 15th, an unremarkable spaceship flew into the Tibring planet, and easily passed through the loose and backward sentry on the border of the outer orbit of the planet, entered the atmosphere, and then was sent by the special envoy of the Confederacy of Independent Galaxies. Identity submitted a request for entry.

After landing on the planet's incomparably luxurious governor's mansion special spaceport, the guard of honor who came to greet him rushed over.

The cabin door of the spaceship opened, and the priestess, who was still wearing the solemn and luxurious purple robe and the gorgeous mask, came out and said to the Isi-Tibu officials in front of her: "I am here on behalf of the Confederation of Independent Galaxies, and The Governor of Planet Tibrin is discussing some important matters, please be prepared."

The official was a little embarrassed, "This...Master Sulibrand said that only Earl Dooku coming in person is the proper specification."

"Hehe..." The priestess said with a sneer: "Then it looks like it was my mistake. Go back and tell Sulibran-Tu that if I leave empty-handed this time, next time I will bring a fleet .”

The official was sweating all of a sudden, tremblingly said a few words in the communicator, and then said carefully: "Sir Sulibrand said... There may be some misunderstandings just now... He has prepared a sumptuous dinner, please represent adults to participate."

The priestess waved her hand, "I didn't come here to eat, let's get straight to the point. Now our fleet has occupied the planet Dora, which is not far from the planet Tibulin, so let's solve the problem first."