Location: Coruscant – Senatorial Tower, Private Chamber 47
Date: 24 BBY
Coruscant's skyline gleamed under midday sun, a towering, metallic maze of speeders and towers. But inside the protected, vaulted chamber of Room 47, away from prying eyes and hidden ears, history was unfolding.
Seated around a low circular table were Senators Padmé Amidala, Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and Onaconda Farr, along with a few Outer Rim planetary representatives whom Cain had personally vetted. They were flanked by quiet aides and light security—enough for comfort, not intimidation.
The chamber doors opened.
Cain, now garbed in his new Knight's robes trimmed in black and gold, stepped in, followed by Anakin Skywalker, his amethyst blade visible on his belt.
The room stilled.
Cain bowed with grace and confidence. "Senators. Friends. I thank you all for coming."
Padmé gave a soft smile. "You said this was urgent. And revolutionary."
Cain nodded. "Because it is."
He stepped to the center of the room and activated a holoprojector.
The glowing image of Tython appeared, then spread into dozens of holographic representations—worlds, temples, communities, and one large central council dome under construction.
"This is the beginning of something new. A neutral sanctuary. A Jedi-led—but not Jedi-ruled—alliance for unity and justice."
He let that linger for a beat, then continued.
"There is no Senate yet. No supreme chancellor. Only a council—comprised of planetary representatives, Jedi advisors, and those of you I trust most—to help create a better structure before something worse takes its place."
Senator Onaconda Farr raised a brow. "You're proposing a government?"
Cain nodded. "An alliance. Not meant to replace the Republic—but to protect those it ignores. A parallel system for now. But perhaps… something to guide the future."
Bail sat forward. "This… won't go unnoticed."
"I'm counting on it," Cain said, voice steady.
He turned to the second holomap: an image of a clone trooper kneeling—but with a scholar's cloak and datapad beside him, not just a rifle.
"We're building a new military. Yes—based partly on clone designs. But this time, not from one man. Not just Jango Fett."
Padmé blinked. "Then who?"
"We're using dozens of donors—Mandalorian, Core, Mid Rim. We're recruiting from Jedi volunteers, farmers, survivors, tacticians, engineers. These people will not be bred only for battle. They will be given names. Education. Autonomy. The right to leave after service if they choose."
Cain's golden eyes swept the room.
"They won't just be soldiers. They'll be citizens."
Mothma tapped her finger against her lip. "That's… bold. Ethical. But difficult to scale."
"We have Kaminoan scientists working with Jedi healers, Nightsister advisors, and Mandalorian tacticians," Cain explained. "They've already started trials with hybrid donors. Some reluctant—but they see the potential."
"And the funding?" Bail asked.
Cain smiled faintly. "I've already sent anonymous evidence of corruption within the banking guild to planetary law enforcers across 18 sectors. Their assets are being frozen and seized as we speak."
Anakin tried to hide a smirk.
Onaconda chuckled. "You really don't do things halfway."
Cain lowered his voice.
"I brought you here because I trust you. You've questioned the Republic when others bowed. You've helped where others watched."
He paused and then added, "And I brought you because I need your strength for our first official campaign."
He pressed a button on his datapad. The holomap expanded again—this time revealing the Zygerrian slave empire spread across multiple Outer Rim systems. Chains. Auction houses. Holding cells.
Seris's voice echoed from the recording: "If we're going to build something new… we start by breaking every chain."
Cain looked each senator in the eye.
"Our first campaign—slated for no more than two years from now—will be the complete dismantling of the Zygerrian slave network and every system like it. Peacefully if possible. With fire if necessary."
Padmé tensed. "You're declaring war?"
"No," Cain said. "We're declaring freedom. No one will be forced to fight. But the Jedi under me… we are done standing still while people suffer."
Silence settled.
Bail stood. "And what about when the Republic calls this treason?"
Cain didn't flinch. "Then let them. I don't serve the Republic. I serve the people. Just like all of you."
Padmé stepped forward, crossing her arms. "And when the people start begging you to lead, Cain? When they beg for you to become Supreme Chancellor, or a king?"
Cain's voice was firm.
"I'm not here to rule. I'm here to build. What happens after… will be decided together."
Mon Mothma let out a slow breath.
"Then we need to see this Tython for ourselves. And begin drafting this alliance charter."
Cain nodded, then bowed. "Transport awaits. When you're ready… we start the next chapter together."
Codex Entry 036 – The Foundation Stone
A new temple must be built on the ashes of what failed us.
But a temple without the people is just stone.
So I gather those who still believe…
And we build—not for power, but for peace.