Lareen City
Balcony outside the Councilor's Chambers
Dusk
"Another cruiser down?" Ayden swore under his breath, turning away from the comlink. That made three they'd lost, not including Construct One. "Salvage status?" "Unclear. It lost main power and landed in the middle of the North Sea. A hull breach let water in, but emergency bulk heads have stopped the flooding. For now, its tenuously afloat. Provided no surface storms sweep in, there's a chance we'll be able to restore main power and get the ship flying again." Some good news. "Thank you, Colonel. Keep me appraised." Ayden put the comlink back on his belt and sighed. Four ships down, one prevented from descending to the surface. That left only fifteen assault cruisers to reach the surface relatively unharmed. It was far from ideal, losing a quarter of his force before any fighting had even broken out. Still, they'd make it work.
Councilor Lera stepped out alongside the Corellian and leaned against the rail. "Lareen is so quiet at night. I love it." She sighed wistfully as she gazed out over the city, though Ayden caught the subtle taint of fear and worry that carried in her voice. "We'll keep the people safe, Councilor. The Protectorate won't abandon your people to the Sith." She looked up at him with a questioning gaze. "Why? Until this evening, we had never heard of the Protectorate. Why would you and your men give their lives to protect complete strangers?" It was a question that many had asked before, and one that Ayden had learned to anticipate.
"My father, before passing, told me about an oath that he had lived his life by. The Jedi Code, he said, was too narrow-minded and restricted. It condoned inaction and allowing evil to breed too rampantly." Around his left ring finger, Ayden slowly turned a heavy silver ring around and around. He seemed to be taken back to a far away place, a long time ago. "'Be without fear, in the face of your enemies. Be brave, and upright, that the gods may love thee. Speak the truth, even if it leads to your death. Safe guard the helpless and do no wrong.'" Looking up from his ring, Ayden turned to the Councilor with a smile. "That was his oath. In the end, it led him to his grave. But he kept to it, even at the end. And since then, I've done my best to live by that code. I've heard it said that all it takes for evil to win is for good men to do nothing, and I refuse to do nothing, Councilor."
He put his hands on the banister and stared up at the stormy skies. "This isn't your fight, Councilor, but none one within the Protectorate would turn their backs to your plight. Better they die doing good than live having done nothing to stop evil." There was something in his voice that held painful memories, but the Councilor seemed not to notice. "Thank you, Ayden." Lera smiled and stood on the edge of her feet to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek before turning and walking back into the Chamber, leaving the Corellian to his thoughts.