The passenger ship touches down, four struts lightly jostling as the vessel makes contact. Your fellow travelers side eye you as you walk out, clearly now unused to Jedi traveling among them. Their whispers follow you, as do their stares.
As you exit into the bustle of the Coruscant spaceport, you can feel the life around you-- feels its ebb, its flow. There is a peace here, though; Nar Shadda without the suffering, perhaps, or Dantooine in about a thousand-thousand years.
"Master Jedi!" You turn and see several of the Supreme Chancellor's own personal guards waiting for you. They are clad in strong armors, eschewing thick plates for more mobile materials, with blaster rifles slung over their backs and small officer's swords on their hips.
"We're here to escort you to the Supreme Chancellor's office."
"Why does she think I need an escort?"
"Jedi!"
The barked voice interrupts the lot of you. You are whirling about the second it does, see the enemy on the maintenance walks above, with a far too large sniper. The blaster whines as every civilian begins to scramble for cover, or just to get out of there and to safety. A blue bolt whizzes through the air, screaming death aimed right for your head.
It's a good shot, to be honest-- but hardly HK good.
You know five ways to deal with this sort of situation.
Two harmlessly undo the bolt. One maims, the other kills.
The last deals with the root of the problem. For the first time in a decade, a lightsaber activates on Coruscant, and the gunman's eyes go wide as you knock the bolt towards him. It streaks back whence it came, and then a moment later hits the blaster. It explodes, sends him reeling over the edge. Reaching out with your mind you slow his fall.
There's still a damn loud thump when he hits. The second he touches ground Spaceport security are on him, binding his arms and his legs and dragging him away.
You turn off your lightsaber.
"For that."
"Indeed. Lead the way, then."
--
This time there is no wait. This time the door pops open the moment you enter the waiting room, and you are rushed in to the Supreme Chancellor's office with nary a word.
She has switched to a purple robe which pools on the floor under her. "Master Jedi, you have my greatest apologies for what just happened."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it Chancellor. I've gotten depressingly used to people trying to Kill me."
"I promised safety and security throughout the Republic. Instead, I can't even keep Coruscant safe from assassins. He wasn't the first either-- at least three have tried for my son, four for my husband."
"And how many for you, Madame Chancellor?"
"Less than I feared, more than I hoped." She steeples her fingers in front of her face. "Let me level with you, Master Jedi. I am going to go to war with Czerka, and with me will stand all the Republic. We have been on that course since they allied with the Sith, but what we found on Telos has rendered it inevitable. They tried to kill a world, and what's worse is that they thought to get away with it."
"As happy as I am to finally hear that the Republic is taking Czerka's corruption seriously, I have to ask-- why draw us in now, and not wait, and help keep it a secret longer?"
"Somebody already leaked it. It's part of why I called you, in fact-- I know the Jedi, and I know you, and neither will ally with Czerka." There's a brief pause as she gathers her thoughts. "I also know that Czerka has some sort of plan. A plan they cannot succeed at.
If this goes well, Bao-Dur, it could breathe new life, new hope for the Republic. Prove we aren't just treading water. But if we lose, all of that hope will become ash in our hands, and the Republic will die, so slowly it will not even know it is dying until it expires.
I know your Order is still weak. I won't order you to risk everything you have already built-- because there wil be a risk, even for you. Plenty of Malak's men have gone mercenary --they will know how to fight you.
But I will ask, Bao-Dur: help us. Please."
[] You won't let Czerka ruin everything, like they did on Telos. The Jedi are going to war. (150 PP, much Engagement, increase to all mission difficulty until war is over, missions revolve around attacking Czerka assets)
[] No. As much as you hate Czerka, you won't threaten everything, betray the General, by getting the last of the Jedi killed. The Republic can stand on its own.