meetra glances at kreia before addressing t3 again. wait... youre saying you downloaded atris archives? t3 chirps affirmatively. dee-wreet-breeb! kreias eyes narrow, her voice low and deliberate. atris... that jedi relic. what secrets did her archives hold, droid? speak, for i tire of its incessant beeping. meetra cuts through kreias irritation with a calm but firm voice. if you have the holo, t3, play it. t3 rotates his dome toward the holoprojector in the rooms center, his circuits humming as the lights dim. dee-wreeeet! the holo springs to life, and the dimly lit chamber of the jedi council on coruscant materializes before them. =[holo-trial: the jedi council]= the jedi masters stand in a semi-circle, their faces solemn and etched with weariness. master vrook steps forward, his voice sharp and unyielding. do you know why we have called you here? meetra watches the flickering holo-image of herself, her younger visage carrying a defiant determination. her voice, recorded years ago, rings out. > i came because i chose to, not because you summoned me. master kavars tone is gentler but tinged with regret. as revan summoned you, so have you come full circle to return to the jedi. zez-kai ell steps forward, his voice heavy with disapproval. why did you defy us? the jedi are guardians of peace and have been for centuries. this call to war undermines all that we have worked for. atris, standing slightly apart from the other masters, glares at the holo-exile. her voice is biting, each word cutting like a blade. is revan your master now? or is it the horror you wrought at malachor that has caused you to see the truth at last?
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