1402, Pure
The middle-aged woman pulled back the curtain slightly and looked at the towering twin structures in the distance—the Unifar Temple. She sighed. "If you're planning to overthrow Sola-Gerrera's rule, I'm afraid it'll be difficult. More than anyone, he knows that his actions have enraged both Heaven and man, and that retribution will come for him sooner or later. That's why he has heavily fortified the Unifar Temple."
"From here all the way over there is an open square. There's nowhere to hide unless we sneak across at night," said a Rebel Alliance warrior.
After thinking for a moment, Stila-Gerrera said, "I think we can win the Royal Guard's support. I heard Sola-Gerrera intends to send them to the front lines on Dexen Satellite."
"No!" the old king, Ramses-Dundup, said firmly. "While I'm certain that if I stepped forward, the Royal Guard would stand with us, the nature of this matter would change the moment they acted."
"Then what should we..." Stila-Gerrera glanced at Judgment without drawing attention to it, but still did not ask her for help. "What should we do?"
"Once I reclaim the throne, the Royal Guard will be the most important force in my hands, whether for maintaining public order or standing against the Galactic Republic. Naturally, that includes standing against the Separatists as well," Dundup said. "Therefore, neither I nor the Royal Guard can be involved in this operation."
He looked at Stila-Gerrera and said solemnly, "This is so that I can better speak for our planet Onderon in the Galactic Republic Senate afterward. I cannot participate in this matter. You must be the ones to raise me to the throne. Only then will I have the most appropriate political position in the Republic Senate. Of course, I understand that this is an excessive