\Let Chaos Reign Chapter 36: Free as the Wind

I could only shake my head at the rewards given to me by Quinlan Vos, of all people, joining up with me. I, of course, had him watched nonstop, and I made it known that would be the case considering the Jedi Council's history and the war at hand and all the incredibly dumb things they have done during it.

Vos, despite all of this, acknowledged it and had no issues. He was completely understanding. The guy was pretty chill, all things considered. Something I actually enjoyed since it had been some time since I just relaxed and had a funny, down-to-earth conversation with someone. 

Just shooting the shit.

Apparently he had a bit of a falling out with Mace Windu on the sole remaining ship that I left purposely intact so that any survivors could leave the planet, something Quinlan had pointed out himself. He eloquently put it as my dad would tell me -- actions spoke louder than words. 

Despite how there were several things that could point towards me being the Sith Lord, my actions went against that notion.

Things like how I could have turned the ship around and orbitally bombarded them to kingdom come, and they wouldn’t be capable of stopping me. 

The temptation at that time was strong not only to remove a thorn in my side that was foolishly believing me to be the great evil but also to gain valuable tickets for more powers.

How many would I have gotten if the majority of those Jedi, several even being council members, along with Mace Windu himself, had gotten me if I had pulled the trigger? 

The past is the past, and as I told Mace Windu, despite his stupidity, I would still try to save him. The guy, despite how dumb and dogmatic he could be, hypocrisy aside, was a decent person who was also capable enough to force Palpatine to resort to manipulating Anakin, otherwise, old prune face could kiss his ass goodbye.

Most of the others would remain on Tatooine training alongside Maul and Ventress. Grievous accompanied us along with Count Dooku. 

“Wow… Give this Hondo guy some credit, he managed to make himself a decent base of operations all the way out here on this dust ball. I can see why Obi-Wan and Skywalker think so highly of him.” Quinlan said with a smile, looking over and eyeing the various ships of either surface-level crudeness or elegance and beauty that the planet and surroundings were in stark contrast to.

Dooku was frowning deeply, eyeing the various pirates and plenty of smugglers that had been invited for this meeting. Already the Republic with its newly gained droid army was pushing into and overwhelming what was left of Separatist space. Mass evacuations with plenty of refugees and leaders of various worlds loyal to the cause flocked to Hutt space.

So far Palpatine hadn’t made any overt moves towards Tatooine and only had a few skirmishes, of all things, at the edge of my territory. What the guy was up to was anyone’s guess. My personal theory was he was still organizing and consolidating all that had been gained. 

It was no small task to organize a massive army of droids that could overwhelm the galaxy several times over when the number of droids could exceed the number of sentients in the galaxy several times over. 

So, because of that, even if it was to my own detriment, it was currently saving us from a tide of metal sweeping across the cosmos.

Not that our own droids weren’t slowing them down. Much like with Palpatine, it took time for us to implement the changes to the droids. Which, even when outnumbered, didn’t mean the droids that were loyal to us couldn’t buy time. Time put to use developing newer droid models and improving upon the designs of already existing ones.

What survivors that could reach us in time joined up with the Jawas, who had already implemented several new droid designs or modifications on top of the many I had already created.

But Dooku's displeasure went far deeper than the riffraff that surrounded us. 

"Ahaha, my friend, so you are the one everyone in the galaxy is talking about!” The cheery voice of none other than Hando Ohnaka greeted us. “And you even brought back my old friend the Count.”

Hando was smiling, practically skipping up to us. Dooku’s frown may as well be etched onto his face, and Grievous, for his part, looked at him like he scraped Hando off of his metal feet. Of course, that look in his eyes paled in comparison to the look of pure hatred directed at the back of Dooku’s head.

The big guy still held a grudge, but he had at least relented on it if it meant getting his revenge on Palpatine. 

“Yes! That would be me. It’s a pleasure to meet the pirate king of Florrum himself.”

Hando let out another huff of laughter, this time not as much of an act with a bit of pride taking center stage. “I see my reputation precedes me.” 

Hando managed to somehow pull off an exaggerated and elaborate bow, taking off his hat while the monkey-lizard thing that clung to him made noises at the sudden movement but managed to remain hanging onto the pirate.

“Though I must say, I of all people wasn’t expecting to be hosting such a gathering… That isn’t cheap, you know, with limited rooms and running out of the good stuff.” He hinted while eyeing some smugglers already helping themselves to some liquor.

All of them were from various species, with varying ships. Each of them, despite how rowdy some were, were capable pilots. Each has made a name for themselves in some way amongst the outer rim.

“That’s why I brought gifts.” A couple of droids walked out, humanoid in appearance, with sleek rounded bodies that were silver in color. The four mechanical tendrils on their backs held several containers of alcohol and, most importantly, the TFC food I had whipped up for Hondo and his guests.

Hondo’s smile grew before he stepped right between Count Dooku and me, placing both of his arms around our necks. Dooku looked ready to strangle Hondo, taking a nice long look at the offending appendage touching him.

Grievous’s eyes shifted to a pleased look as he watched and enjoyed Dooku’s suffering.

Hondo let out an impressive whistle of appreciation. “So that’s the famous TFC I have heard so much about. My friend, you bring wonderful gifts, and it is so good to see you again, Count Dooku.” Hondo turned towards the Count as his smile grew. “It’s been sometime since you were last here enjoying my hospitality and turning your nose up at it.”

“If you are referring to when you forced me to endure your home, then it hasn’t been long enough, Hondo.” Dooku brushed off the pirate's arm before striding forward.

“Don’t worry about the cost of this, and for added measure, if anyone tries to pull a stunt in your house, I’ll handle it. Plus, you have much to gain from this Mr. Ohnaka.”

Hondo just gave me a look with a smile. “Just call me Hondo, Toby. Makes me feel like you are referring to my father.” 

Hondo began to regale me with what I hoped were exaggerated lessons and things that happened with his parents. It wasn’t long after that we got everyone at a table deep inside of Hondo’s base. The man, despite portraying himself as goofy and not serious, was intelligent and rather capable. He used the outer layer of goofiness to make people not take him seriously, leading to them underestimating him.

Someone from my world who was familiar with someone like Jack Sparrow would potentially see through it. But Hondo was on his best behavior and wanted this deal to work out considering how much he could make from it. I figured his desire for profits and freedom would go hand in hand with this.

“Alright, I appreciate all of you coming here on such short notice. Each of you has been selected because of your skills, connections, and just making a name for yourselves in the galaxy as the best smugglers.” Those at the table murmured and appreciated the respect as some looked pleased while others remained neutral watching me walk across the floor and around the table.

Dooku and the others were at a corner watching as this all happened. Most of them were kept in the dark on what I was doing. Figured it would be useful to make myself appear more intelligent than what I am if thoughts of treachery went through their minds.

Even if it didn’t stop them from going through with the act, it would make them stay their hand when they hesitate. 

“Now you all might be wondering to yourselves, why, oh why, are the Hutts contacting all of you? Well, I am here to answer that. For you see, the Hutts have come to realize their old business models just don’t work like they used to. My employer Jabba has proven this.”

A few steps past a Rhodian pilot wearing an outfit that looked like the Mad Max equivalent to the Red Baron had everyone’s eyes follow me. “Such as the Hutts realizing that they do not need slaves. So a word or two was exchanged after they tried to pull a stunt on my employer, and now Nar Shaddaa and other worlds across Hutt space are no longer allowing slaves. Some of you probably didn’t like this change since you made a profit from transporting these people.”

My emphasis on people made some of them look at me unimpressed, some of whom had their profits cut into. They had enough self-preservation to know not to say anything that could anger me. Not that it stopped them from doing it when they thought none of us could sense them.

The Byakugan and lip reading were a rather potent combination when adding in various different optical senses, like thermal and night vision. At least when it came to the near humans with a human-like mouth and not what the Rhodians or the odd Ithorian had for their species' equivalent to a mouth. 

Hando subtly shifted, his fake demeanor slightly slipping as he looked at me in respect. He and those under his command were at one point slaves. Hando was eerily similar to Jack Sparrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his character was based off of the famous pirate.

“I am here to give you meaningful work that you can actually take pride in, and not only that, but the most important thing above all else…” I moved in a blur, just slow enough for them to see me at the edge of their peripheral vision. 

My open hand slammed down onto the table, making everyone flinch and scramble for their weapons. “Profit. Money. Cash. It’s the thing that makes the galaxy go round. It all revolves around that oh so delicious currency that can do many things for all of us.” 

They paused, blinking. Even Hondo's hand was halfway to his blaster before his frown shifted into a happy smile. “Did I hear something about profit?” He tilted his head, acting it up, but I could see the greedy look in his eyes.

“Much profit! You see, I always found it strange how smugglers are supposed to embody one of the greatest things in the galaxy, I feel like you're all lacking that defining trait. In fact, most if not all smugglers seem to lack it.”

They all looked towards one another before a Rhodian spoke up. “What trait is that?”

Just as he finished his sentence, I was by his side, his arm across his back, and my other hand extended out to the ceiling. “Freedom. Not that fake corporate shit companies try to sell you. Real, true, open-hearted, let your soul leave your body in contentment and freedom. The kind you had all at one point when exploring the galaxy.”

The Rhodian looked at me before he could say anything, my body passed through the table like water through a napkin. Everyone stood up in surprise, even Hondo was shocked at the casual display, but he knew I meant no harm, so he remained seated, one of the few people calm in the room, and watched with a smile, nodding along to my words. Dooku himself watched with interest at the display of yet another power while Grievous had a calculating glint in his eyes.

Vas himself was openly enjoying the show, trying not to laugh at me as I was acting in such an exaggerated manner.

My arms were raised into the air like I was a preacher in a church. “Every one here at one point has felt that exhilarating feeling. Have you not?” 

They remained quiet for several tense seconds before an older human woman broke it. “I had that feeling when I first activated the hyperdrive for the first time on my first ship. It was… pleasant.” Her hardened face softened for a brief moment, remembering better times when she wasn’t struggling and fighting to earn every credit she could.

“I remember beating my rival in a race from one system to another. The view of the nearby nebula and the rush of it all. Nothing could compare to that feeling, even if I hadn’t won, that feeling alone made it all worth it.” Another spoke up.

Then the dam of silence broke with everyone bringing up moments they had of freedom. No concerns about payments, managing to smuggle important cargo for a client. Just that enjoyable sensation that came from enjoying what was around them and exploring the vastness of space with nothing tethering them back to reality like debts, making ends meet, or anything that caused enough stress that should cause a heart to stop beating.

“You speak of freedom and what we should represent. What does that have to do with the job you have in mind?” Another asked, getting to the meat of the subject with their interest piqued.

“The idea I have is to create a guild composed of the best pilots and captains in the galaxy. I want you all to explore the galaxy. Find planets or things in the galaxy no one has even if they are in plain sight and no one has investigated them. Discover previously unknown hyperspace lanes.”

The crowd around me listened now, soaking it all in. 

“If you discover an important world, you will be well rewarded. It can be discussed how much depends on what you find or if the planet is in a convenient location. If it’s a hyperspace lane, anyone using it for travel purposes or other such reasons can be taxed, and the majority of the profits will go to the one who discovered it. 75% to the one who discovered it, and the Hutts take 25%.”

Everyone’s mouths hung open at that last one.

Then as quickly as the silence filled the room, it was gone, replaced with everyone’s voices trying to be heard over the others. Hondo was the only one besides my group that remained silent, but the interested look in his eyes told me he liked where this was going.

Eventually one voice managed to be heard over the others once they had calmed down enough that the room wasn’t a chamber filled with chaotic noises. 

“How do we know you’ll hold up your end of the deal? If we find a valuable hyperspace lane, you could just take it for yourselves and cut us out.” An older Zabrak man said, his voice skeptical, but he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

“For starters, the Hutts could screw you all over most certainly and take it all for themselves.” Everyone paused. They were confused as to why I would even say such a thing if we wanted their help.

“But that comes at the cost of staining their reputation amongst the various smugglers and capable pilots like everyone in this room. A stain both dark and big enough that it would be a long time if it ever came off.” I walked around the table, moving through the crowd as all eyes were on me.

Dooku himself watched me like a hawk, curious as to what this was all leading up to.

“It would be bad enough that for the vast majority of pilots and smugglers, the Hutts would struggle to get anyone to take a job for them when they have no issue screwing everyone in this room over. So why would anyone take a job offer from them when they risked it all only to get practically nothing in return?”

A chorus of agreements was the response. 

“With the Hutts making only a quarter of the profit of, let’s say, a major hidden hyperspace lane, it would still generate enough revenue for them along with other business ventures that they would be investing in, allowing a profit even if it is a less than profitable venture to still keep you all employed.”

At the mention of profit, Hondo’s eyes lit up before he sauntered forward. “Friends, come now. Are we truly going to give a chance like this up? I know all of you well enough that the mere idea of such freedom that we all had dreams of at one point or another would be a tempting offer.”

The various pilots and some of their crew members looked at one another, but none of them denied what Hondo spoke of. There was a warmth in the air for everyone gathered. The kind that came from a peaceful calmness and anticipation of something that people craved and looked forward to.

“And above all else,” Hondo held a finger up, pointing at everyone moving in a circle before stopping on me, offering a playful wink and withholding a huff of laughter at Dooku staring daggers at him. “I smell profit.”

Hondo’s final words became the hammer that broke apart the dam preventing everyone from fully going through with the idea. 

Details were explained and gone over with a surprisingly fine-tooth comb. Which not only surprised me, but even Count Dooku had to blink when a Trandoshan was going over exact details of agreements and contracts involved for anyone who made a discovery. 

You’d think the Trandoshan would be illiterate and only capable of knowing simple firearms and killing anything he’s told to kill. Instead, we got a walking, talking lizard that speaks the street equivalent of legalese. Life never ceases to find ways to surprise us all.

The beginning touches and foundation were laid down for the galaxy's Independent Traders and Exploration Guild. 

Just when everything seemed to be winding down with everyone ready to leave after Hondo had a round of drinks passed around for everyone. I wasn’t afraid he would try to do what he did with Anakin and Obi-Wan when he spiked their drinks.

The man had far more to gain from this entire deal, he had a fondness for me, suspecting me as the one for all the slaves being freed and where the wind was favoring in the galaxy.

Create a trader and exploration organization. One silver ticket. Use now? Y/N

[Bloodhound]
|Uncommon Trait|
Your sense of smell is far beyond the norm, comparable to canines, in addition, you can differentiate smells with great accuracy.

My nose twitched at the various scents in the room, and a wince was stopped when it all hit me. It wasn’t the most pleasing smell before, but now with my nose now capable of smelling things it couldn’t before, it was bad. Not all was wrong, some of the ladies in the room at least smelled nice.

“Before everyone leaves, I do have an announcement for the guild.” My voice rose several octaves, becoming loud enough to draw everyone’s attention but sounding smooth as butter. “With the establishment of the organization, I have a job for everyone here involved and anyone that joins up with the guild.”

“The job is to find a hyperspace lane that leads to Kamino.” 

Everyone fell silent at the offer. Whatever cheer some had faded, replaced with hesitant reservations. A reservation that people tended to have when they grew nervous and afraid.

“I understand everyone being hesitant to even attempt this beyond just the inherent dangers of hyperspace when randomly jumping from point to point but also drawing the attention of the Republic down onto anyone after their recent acquisition of a majority of the Separatist forces.”

My drink was downed in one gulp, setting it down with the finesse belonging to a rich aristocratic gentleman more than it did a random barbarian at a table spilling his drink carelessly.

“Which is why the Hutts are offering a massive reward for whoever manages to achieve this goal, and anyone interested will be given resources to make their jobs easier.” My hand pressed a button showing the job appearing on a holoterminal linked up to the newly created organization, with Hondo’s Florum being one of the places they can go to get jobs, among other things.

Everyone’s hesitation faded away when they saw the amount. “That’s… A lot of zeros.” A young Togruta male said, wiping some saliva that came out of his mouth at the reward listed.

“Of course, this is on top of any taxes you can get for anyone using your discovered hyperspace lane.” 

Another image appeared showing droid fighter ships outfitted with hyperdrives for the sole purpose of helping the people here to find a way to the water planet that was churning out the clones. 

The droids weren’t as big of a threat. With competent commanders, whether organic or machine, they could outthink the more rigid droids. The issue lay with the clones giving orders to said droids and helping them outmaneuver us.

Even if the Quiet Hand could easily defend multiple planets, save for orbital bombardment, we can’t be everywhere, especially when it’s a galaxy. Wherever we are, they are likely to send a pittance of a force to engage us while the bulk of their soldiers would march on the rest of our territory.

The various pilots soon all stood up with smiles on their faces. “You got a deal.” 

…

For once, things seemed to be looking better than they had in quite some time. Palpatine idly sat in his office going over various documents sent to his holoterminal.

With the droid army subverted, he firmly believed he had soundly defeated Toby. He would be damned before he let an old relic, even if he truly were Revan, the same Sith Lord who had helped bring about the newer, more enlightened Sith order.

Palpatine refused to even believe that Revan, if he still was connected to the dark side, would turn his back on the Sith. Not when he created all of this and indirectly led to the creation of the most powerful Sith Lord to ever live, Palpatine himself.

In a way, Palpatine owed Revan much even if he had long since surpassed him. But what made him believe that this was someone masquerading around as him was the fact he wasn’t helping the very thing he created destroy those he had turned away from.

Revan's history was murky after he helped destroy the Star Forge and disappeared into the unknown parts of the galaxy. The last bit of information anyone had on him was a cult several thousand years ago that worshipped him.

That’s it. Even the information was rather lacking in the Sith holocrons and other sources of information that were controlled by each master of the Rule of Two. It didn’t help that one such master had lost his mind attempting to find balance in the Force and in the process destroyed who knows how much valuable information and resources. If it weren't for that incident, the Sith would have destroyed the foolish Jedi Order long before he had even been born.

Sidious hid all of this from the one person sitting across from him in his office. It was none other than the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order himself, Yoda. The small green alien sat across from Palpatine, helping organize troop placements from not just the clones but also the newly acquired droid army.

Yoda himself was suspicious of how such a thing had occurred, and Palpatine found himself annoyed at that. He had several layers to hide behind from such scrutiny of managing what he had.

A group of splicers working tirelessly since the war began in an attempt to usurp control of the droid army. They managed a breakthrough when funding was about to be diverted away from what was left of the Republic, the task force was the cover story.

Yoda and the various Jedi aware of it had accepted the excuse, but Palpatine knew that Yoda didn’t fully buy into it. It was annoying. A plausible, while highly unlikely, excuse like that is one thing, but the new additions to his growing Sith artifact and art collection still not drawing his attention made him want to tear his hair out.

He had a massive painting on the wall showing a blurred-out image of a planet on fire with Jedi dueling Sith. If you squinted really hard, you could make all of it out, and Yoda, despite looking at it, didn’t say a thing.

“Troubling this is.” Yoda said aloud, eyes narrowed at the lack of contact from Mace Windu and the massive fleet he had taken with him to Quell.

“It is…” Before he could continue, his holoterminal had a prompt appear. “Ah! Master Windu, it would seem, has finally reached out to us.”

Were it any other time, he would have gleefully left the man to die out in the cold vastness of the galaxy. But everyone needed to know what had happened and why he hadn’t contacted them. 

A blue flickering projection of Windu appeared, more static and amorphous in form. An oddity everyone picked up on.

“Grandmaster Yoda, Chancellor Palpatine.” Windu said with a deep frown. Yoda didn’t even need the Force to know Windu was upset.

“Master Windu, please tell us some good news. I assume since you have taken so long to contact us that the Quiet Hand… Has been dealt with?”

Palpatine had a creeping dread move up his spine. He hadn’t felt this feeling in quite some time. The last time he had was when Plaqueis had been alive. Back in his younger years near the beginning of his tutelage under his former master.

The same master whose ashes, when he cremated him, were inside one of the two ceremonial Sith urns near the entrance of his office.

Windu gave them both a long hard look that was not filled with confidence. “Unfortunately, Chancellor, we did not.”

A silence filled the office. Only the occasional hum of the repulsor lifts for the various speeders that appeared like stars flitting across the ecumenopolis of Coruscant filled the void that their voices once occupied.

“When we engaged the enemy, only five ships arrived.” Windu recounted the tale from the beginning and their battle strategy.

Sidious would have smiled were it not for the severely bad news when the Jedi employed such a sneaky and brutal tactic from General Grievous no less. It showed the war had been leaving its marks on the Jedi, scars that would heal given time but never truly fade away.

Making them do things that, had this been prior to the war, they would have refused outright. Now… Now they were more than willing to do such acts. Were it not for the growing nuisance that Sidious now viewed as a potential threat, he would have delighted in his hated enemies becoming the very monsters they sought to destroy.

“So five ships that were heavily modified sustained that much damage and still continued to function?” Palpatine asked with clear shock and surprise that didn’t need to be fake. 

He and Yoda didn’t think such a thing was even possible. Neither did Windu, and he personally experienced it.

Then the next revelation hit like a capital ship slamming down from orbit onto the office they sat in.

“It is safe to say Toby is the Sith Lord we have been after all this time.” Yoda perked up while Palpatine held a small frown but fought himself to not roll his eyes.

They were taking all the fun out of this, Palpatine thought to himself. What was the point of him flaunting all of what was in his office if they didn’t even notice it?

He was beginning to wonder if he was as sneaky and intelligent as he thought he was when his enemies were a bunch of idiots. But his pride refused to believe he wasn’t. He outsmarted and got the better of Darth Plaqueis the Wise. 

“This man is evidence enough.” Windu said, with another figure appearing, moving through a complex series of lightsaber strikes combined with punches and kicks, taking numerous Jedi and clones out like they were nothing but crops ready to be harvested.

But both of the men inside the office instantly recognized the red and black skin and the horns of the Zabrak. Yoda saw him as the first Sith the Jedi had encountered as far as they knew in the past thousand years.

Palpatine knew him because he was his former apprentice. He had believed Maul to be dead. He had felt his connection through the Force fade away all the way back when he succeeded in killing Plaqueis. He had at first back then believed it was the dark side acknowledging him as the new master and Plaqueis foolishly attempting something after he had died.

But when news reached him of Maul's demise against Obi-Wan Kenobi, of all people, he realized his connection with his first apprentice was gone. Yet there he moved, a recording of him moving with finesse and grace yet unmistakable power that Palpatine knew he hadn’t had before when he was his apprentice.

He was capable and powerful enough, he could handle the former battlemaster of the Jedi he had eliminated and his apprentice on Coruscant itself, no less. But to do what he was in the recording with little effort… His training had never been that thorough.

Palpatine made sure of that. Even Yoda knew that the Sith manhandled various Jedi Knights like they were toys, when before he was powerful, but he would have been overwhelmed by that many people attacking him. 

“Revealed himself, the master has.” Yoda said with a slow nod, but he didn’t fully believe it himself. Things just didn’t add up. His voice conveyed as much even if he acknowledged the Sith who killed Qui-Gon.

Windu explained more as Yoda and Palpatine watched the recording they managed to get of the man all but calling himself Revan. 

His speech about his intentions to save the Republic and even the Jedi. Palpatine still refused to believe he was Revan. If he truly was, he would be helping the Sith, not go against them. He only went against his former empire because they mind-wiped him, and Palpatine seriously doubted he was happy learning of such treachery from those who spoke so highly of peace.

He knew that much about Revan's history. Yoda, on the other hand, stared intently the entire time at the mask. His duel against Windu that even gave Palpatine pause watching the two duel. Windu grew stronger using his bastardized version of Form VII, yet Toby with Niman held his own and then incorporated elements of an unknown lightsaber form with his blade, which, according to Windu, changed over the course of their duel.

His description of it was standing under the calming and warm rays of a star, the form cutting through anything and everything he threw at it. Yoda himself was wide-eyed, looking uncertain. 

“An opposite of Vaapad?” He mused.

“I don’t know. Right now my ship, the Endurance, is currently docked with a medical station for what is left of the survivors.”

Both men in the room had their frowns become even deeper. So much so that someone might mistake it as being permanently etched onto their faces. 

“Master Windu, you mean to tell me that the massive fleet I helped build for you was destroyed? How? Five ships couldn’t have done such a thing.” His annoyance and frustration began to break through his carefully crafted mask.

“They didn’t.” Windu said, not insulted in the slightest, nor did either Jedi notice Palpatine’s frustration as out of place. If anything, the current situation warranted it. He didn’t even bother asking about the base, knowing that if the fleet was destroyed, it too likely was.

“After a few of the ships crashed onto the base, wiping it out, and our brief clash, they somehow warped space and managed to get onto the few working ships in the fleet.”

Two aged hands rubbed circles around his temples as Palpatine felt the anger, and so many other emotions threaten to break through his means to contain them from being detected. He let out a long, tired sigh.

“Very well. Get yourself and the survivors medical aid and recover, for despite how badly this operation went, the war has turned in our favor.” 

Windu’s questioning look became a suspicious one, just as it had Yoda's when he got his explanation as to why a large number of Separatist droids were helping them.

Chaos gacha:
[Bloodhound]
|Uncommon Trait|
Your sense of smell is far beyond the norm, comparable to canines, in addition, you can differentiate smells with great accuracy.