(Camera focuses on Darth Xiphos in spiky biker leathers, reclined in a leather seat, with her feet on a desk, doing card tricks.)
Xiphos (Smiling Warmly): Well folks, what a chitshow, huh? The past few months I mean? I know, right? The Maw somehow getting to Coruscant and turning everything all cheesy action horror, The NIO, sitting pretty through it all and screwing over the Alliance just like I told you all they would. And seriously, Jedi Order, What The Hell? I mean, how many brain cells shut off when you got the order to confine yourselves to the temple? Any one with common sense could have seen what was coming. But you're so by the book it doesn't matter.
(Camera cuts to images of a burning Coruscant)
Xiphos (Voice over): See, folks? See right here? This is proof they don't know what they're doing anymore. They threw billions of lives to the Bryn'adul to try and destroy the Sith. Do the Sith look destroyed to you? Has any of their Pie in Sky wishes on that subject come to pass? No. Of course not. Destroying the Sith permanently is impossible. Where's the age of Peace? Prosperity? Wasn't destroying the tenth empire supposed to do all of that?
(Camera cuts back to Xiphos.)
Xiphos: All of this, all of it can be laid directly at the feet of Jedi Incompetence. And really--what else could it be called. You honestly thought it would work this time, didn't you? You honestly believed all the Sith would be destroyed, laughing in the face of statistics, historical example...and the victims who needed your help against the Maw and The Bryn'adul. Victims you have given even in the best cases, only the barest minimum of what could be considered aid.
(Xiphos leans forward slightly)
Xiphos: A bit of food and shelter, a menial job, maybe some bullchit psych therapy for all the trauma. That's how much those refugees matter to you. Good to your corrupt, ineffectual, greedy politicians who sold them out in the first place only for more votes. Good to the Jedi only as a minor distraction they can spend maybe a few hours and days feeling good about themselves for helping before likely forgetting about them entirely, off to pray to the Force and lie to themselves that they are the enforcers of its will.
(Camera cuts away to the Devastation of Jedha.)
Xiphos (Voice Over): See this? That's Jedha, where the Maw suffered terrible losses and were driven back. Know what Jedha is? A Jedi Holy World. Far less people at Jedha than Coruscant. This is the thing about Jedi. They say they care, but it's all shallow. After their embarrassing rout at Coruscant, where, I remind you, far too many willingly went with that suicide order to stay in the temple, they couldn't possibly allow Jedha to fall. It had too much useless Jedi History. They cared more for protecting their vendor trash relics and vanity property than they do about all those who suffered at The Maw's hands. Or the hands of the Lobsters.
(Camera cuts back to Xiphos, now sitting by a fire place.)
Xiphos: Tell me Jedi of the SJC and the Alliance, are you really aware of just how many Refugees are furious with and actively hate you? I do. I've talked to hundreds of them. Thousands. And I listened, really listened. If you had done the right thing I wouldn't be here, mocking you. I'd be a non-issue, just another, anonymous associate you never would have given the time of day to acknowledge. And I would have been happy in my anonymous state. But someone had to do for the refugees what you would not. Someone had to give them more. That's what I'm doing. I offer weapons, training, purpose, and vengeance, not just against the Maw, or the Bryn'adul remnants, who will be hunted and are being hunted to extinction by me and others like me, but against you also. That's right Jedi. We have not forgotten your treachery and double speak. We have not forgotten the way you treated our lives as incidental to the glory of finally crushing the Sith. We have not forgotten the families we lost or the cultures destroyed, all because of your selfish pursuit of the Sith. We have not forgotten how you dismissed our rage at your actions, brushed off every criticism, all for the sake of blind adherence to a stuffy, outdated system of morality that has come short more and more in recent decades. Did you ever wonder if maybe you're the Villain in all of this? An oblivious Villain, perhaps, but a Villain all the same.
(Xiphos narrows her eyes at the camera)
Xiphos (leans forward, glaring)
Xiphos: We have not forgotten your villainy. We live with the results of it every day, in our hearts and minds, poisoning our spirits, driving us mad...what do you get when you ignore the suffering of hundreds of worlds, offer only backhanded support and condescension to survivors, and then expect them all to be grateful and fall in line for whatever scraps of pity you toss while living in your heroic fantasy and think we won't snap? I'll tell you what you get...
(Xiphos leans forward)
Xiphos: You get what you fethin' deserve...
(Xiphos leans back in her seat)
Xiphos: Expect us.
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