"1398, Reclaiming the Throne"
"I can feel it... death. Endless death..." Judgment murmured as she looked at the sky.
"The Galactic Republic has already begun landing on Dexen Satellite, but the news blockade is very tight. We have no way of knowing the exact situation," Stila Gerrera said.
"This is war... the very thing I tried my hardest to avoid." The speaker was a bearded old man who looked to be in poor spirits.
He was none other than the former king of Onderon, Ramses Dundup.
Watching the transport aircraft constantly taking off and landing overhead, he shook his head and sighed. "Both the Galactic Republic and the Separatists are steeped in corruption. There is no right or wrong in this war—or rather, both sides are fighting only for their own ambitions... Being swept into such a war is a disaster."
Judgment glanced at him and asked, "Then if you were still on the throne, would you have accepted investments from the InterGalactic Banking Clan and Tyran Heavy Industries before the war began?"
"I can tell you with certainty that I absolutely would not have," Dundup said firmly. "But I can also say with certainty that if I had refused, I would have lost my throne sooner or later anyway. All of this would still have happened..."
At that, he let out a soft sigh. "That is why, even though General Kalani released me, I refused to become king again—this war has truly left Onderon with only one option: war."
"We have to do something!" Stila Gerrera said. "I know Sola Gerrera very well. If he becomes king, he will only drag Onderon into an endless Abyss!"
"We should storm the Unifar Temple and drag him off the throne!" Seth said. "Your Majesty Dumbledore, you are the true king of