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        Berratol used to hate people like these terrorists. They disobeyed authority such as the Jedi, the Republic, even their own government. Yet, although he was still young wisdom had begun to temper that zeal. Like Master Odranuran had said many times, "Everyone is sensitive to the Force to some extent. The Darkside can influence anybody, especially those ignorant of its power. So instead of feeling hate towards agents of evil, and I know you do, feel compassion and a desire to redeem them; yet do not stop acting against the evil." Berratol knew in his mind this was the right way for a Jedi to act. Yet in his heart rage at the though that the terrorists had used a chemical weapon on a civilian population, completely overrode his sense of proper Jedi behavior. Berratol found it hard to control his rage towards them, the pain felt form the poison in his system only amplified it. So his mind and heart warred as logic and wisdom struggled with rage and righteous zeal.
         In the few seconds it took for Berratol to speak the war for his soul had started and a victor declared. Jedi teaching won out over the emotional turmoil of a teenage mind. "People of this kind thrive on terror and *cough* conflict. Not unlike Sith." Pointing to the screaming personalities on the screen Berratol continued, "See, they have already manged to divide the population and begun sowing seeds of permanent division. Armies like this need two things: a population willing to become fanatic radicals, and clever leadership who know not only how to handle the radicals, but how to use them to terrorize the population and accomplish their goals." after a brief pause Berratol finished, "When we face them, they will mostly be normal people who decided to start fighting for what they *cough*  believe is a better government. Every now and then however, we will encounter a true zealot, they will be the leadership and the most dangerous. Berratol was proud that his assessment was detached and objective, but in his mind the zealot still hung on. Looking at the screen where the terrorist were Berratol thought, Justice takes the form of twin blades.