Convergence (Star Wars: The High Republic)

by Zoraida Córdova

“As representatives of the Jedi Order and the Republic, we believe that together we can arrive at a lasting, peaceful resolution for generations to come.” “Thank you, Master Roy, for those placating words,” Queen Adrialla said. “For once we are in agreement, Adrialla,” the Monarch said, clicking the heel of his cane on the floor. “You come here from your distant worlds and think you can tell us how to live. Who made you the keepers of the galaxy?” Master Roy did not balk at the questions. He spoke with a calm grace, his long fingers moving to the cadence of his voice. It reminded Gella of the precise meditative movements of the Guardians of the Whills. “The Jedi Order goes where people need us the most. When Eiram called upon us, we were there. Had E’ronoh ever called upon us, we would have done the same. After the regrettable accident in the space corridor, we felt a duty to remain. We are here now, not to tell you how to live, but to give those beings on the ground, the beings on your planets, an opportunity. Not just to survive.” The Cerean paused. Faced every being present. Let the silence hang with meaning as his gaze burned with intent. “An opportunity to plan for a real future. Here and now, you choose life and prosperity over annihilation. I truly believe that is why you are in this room today.”