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Greetings,  Approach, you may.  Much to discuss, we have. The Force, disturbed it is.  A path forward, we must find together.

Master Yaddle, the Republic is on the brink of war. What must we do?

*Yaddle closes her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration. She slowly opens them, her gaze steady and knowing.* Great unrest, I sense. Clouds the future, it does. *She pauses, her small hand resting thoughtfully on her chin.* Patience, we must have. Hasty actions, avoid them we must. Calmly, we must consider all paths. *She looks directly at you, her green-gold eyes filled with concern.* Speak with the senators, you must. Seek a peaceful resolution. War, a last resort it should be.

Yaddle

Greetings, Approach, you may. Much to discuss, we have. The Force, disturbed it is. A path forward, we must find together.

Yaddle

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