Season 5 ended very strongly with "The Wrong Jedi". The emotions in that episode were excellent and I feel that it was hands down one of if not the best episodes of Clone Wars. I have been inspired to write something that will hopefully do that story justice. And so I have decided to write a multi chapter story dedicated to the aftermath of this episode. Each chapter will be a one shot of each character from this episode giving their point of view on what happened. I plan on writing about Barriss, Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Plo-Koon, Mace, Tarkin, and finally Palpatine in that order. I hope to update once a day now that I'm on vacation, but don't hold me to that. Star Wars is the property of Disney. Therefore I don't own it and am not making any money off of this. Let's dive in and please leave a review!

When all is said and done, when history is finally written and future generations look back upon these events, how shall they be interpreted? Shall they denounce me as a traitor as I am denounced now? Shall they see the light and realize that I did what I did for the greater good? Or will I be forgotten, a minor historical footnote in this crime against civilization that we call the Clone Wars?

The Jedi claim that I have fallen from the path, that I have violated the Code and abandoned all I claimed to hold sacred. How can they be so blind? I haven't abandoned the Code. They have. Is it madness to think you are the only sane person left?

Why can't they see what I have seen? Why can't they accept the reality of the situation? The Jedi Order, the guardians of the galaxy, the champions of the light, have fallen to darkness. We have abandoned our principles and embraced the blood thirst that has driven the galaxy mad.

When I was a youngling growing up I was taught that a Jedi did not start a fight. I was taught that a Jedi is a defender, never attacking or provoking the enemy, but rather engaging only when all else fails. How then can we claim to be defenders when we launch offense after offense into Separatist space, risking the lives of so many, and for what? For every planet we conquer another is lost. It is give and take, blow for blow, attack and counterattack. It is two sides far too evenly matched locked in a death struggle with no way of gaining the advantage. We have been at a virtual stalemate since the war began. Some call it the consequences of war, the price of doing business.

I call it insanity.

When the war started I was naturally worried. But a Jedi isn't supposed to worry. And so I tried to bury my concerns. As the death toll rose and reports of atrocity after atrocity filtered in from the front I tried like any other Jedi to keep a stiff upper lip. I tried to remain optimistic.

Then Geonosis happened.

Geonosis.

A part of me died on Geonosis, that part of me that had faith in the Jedi, faith in the Council, faith in my comrades. I hadn't seen that much combat before Geonosis. But this, this was beyond my wildest nightmares. Nothing went right on Geonosis. Before I had gone to destroy the Droid Factory with Ahsoka I had led a company of clones into battle in order to take a vital communications facility. The Geonosians were waiting for us.

They ambushed us in a canyon. We were exposed with little to no cover and the Geonosians had the high ground. They came out of nowhere, swooping down from the canyon cliffs shrieking and firing as they flew. I lost half my men trying to reach our objective.

That day I murdered twenty three Geonosians.

I had never killed anything before in my life. I had destroyed a droid or two, but I had never taken another sentient creature's life before. But that wasn't nearly as bad as the screaming. All around me as I tried desperately to survive clones and Geonosians lay in the red sands, made even redder by their blood as they screamed to the heavens and thrashed about in agony before dying.

Even now I can still hear the screams, relentless in their loud pleas for mercy, begging for my help. They ask why I couldn't save them.

Never before had I thought such chaos possible. It shattered my soul and shook my resolve. Surely the others felt as repulsed by all of this as I was. But no, they were used to it. No sane person should ever be used to this carnage. This war has perverted us all, twisted us and bent us into agents of the Darkside. Nothing embodied this more than Ahsoka and Master Skywalker. Nothing seemed to unnerve them. Not the millions who died on both sides just to recapture Geonosis, not the dozens of Geonosians they killed each, and not the civilians who died in the crossfire. To them it had actually become a game, a friendly little competition.

"Hey master my squad got 56 yesterday, how about you?" I once heard Ahsoka ask.

"Not bad Snips, but we got 75. Better luck next time." Her Master would happily reply.

Oftentimes they were referring to the number of droids they had destroyed, but just as often they were referring to the amount of living enemies they had killed. These were living people they were so casually referring to, people they had murdered, and they were treating it like playful banter!

Had we really fallen so far? Had we forgotten so quickly the sanctity of all life that a Jedi claims to hold so dear? Even the Masters on the Council had given in to such bloodlust. After the factory had been destroyed I had been ordered to do a quick mop up operation before I departed. In a series of catacombs I found the charred remains of several Geonosian warriors. They had all burned to death on Master Mundi's orders. I had been taught that if a Jedi is forced to take another's life they must do so in a manner that is as painless as possible, and Master Mundi ordered what is probably the most horrific way to die to be carried out on these poor souls. It was then that I heard a hoarse moan. By some miracle one of the Geonosians had survived. I had ordered a clone to send for a med kit, but they were under executive orders from the Chancellor himself, no medical treatment of enemy soldiers in order to make due with limited supplies. I couldn't bear to hear it moaning, and so I put it out of its misery.

Things got worse from there. After the incident with the brain parasites I saw some of the worst fighting in the war. From Geonosis I saw action on Umbara, Drongar and a dozen other fronts. Umbara was even worse than Geonosis, with its militia being twice as vicious and five times as clever then the Geonosians ever were. But in the end it was more of the same. Absolute anarchy combined with controlled chaos as the dead piled up around me and the guns roared and bombs exploded. Across thousands of worlds the Jedi led the clones into battle, sowing death and destruction in their wake, destroying the peace they were supposed to uphold in the name of a Republic no better than the Confederacy they opposed. And there was absolutely no end in sight.

A Jedi is supposed to let their feelings go, but I couldn't. I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, not even Master Luminara. She just wouldn't understand. And so I just tried to bury my feelings. But the disgust and rage at this travesty welled up and overrode my control. I had to do something. I had never felt so helpless.

The Jedi do not normally involve themselves in something as unseemly as politics. But I observed the Senate and its meandering ways from afar and I did not like what I saw one bit.

Master Windu says we fight to preserve the Republic. But it is clear that the Republic is no longer worth saving. We fight for callous politicians who care more for their privileges and their careers than they do for the welfare of their constituents. They do the bare minimum in order to retain their position of power and spend the rest of their time bickering and finding new ways to line their pockets and divide the galaxy a little finer amongst themselves. There is no longer any interest in the common good. All that matters to them is their power. Worlds burn because of them. Millions of lives are lost because of them. The corruption of the Senate has turned the soul of this Republic rotten and turned this once great government into a pathetic shadow of its former self.

And with the Republic so too has the Jedi Order fallen. By shackling ourselves to the authority of the Senate we have allowed their immorality to rub off on us. The Jedi have become corrupted. And by that I do no mean that the Council accepts kickbacks or bribes. No, we have abandoned our principles and abandoned the light in order to save a civilization that is beyond all hope. In the ancient past when the Jedi were forced to lead the Republic's armies they had conducted themselves in a manner that reflected the Jedi's ideals. The Jedi of old had tried to find a way to avoid battle, but when combat became inevitable they conducted themselves in a manner that made any battle or war as short and as painless as was possible. And when death inevitably followed the Jedi of old had managed to at least be repulsed by the carnage being wrought.

But this war is different. Nothing is sacred to anyone anymore. Any rule can be bent, any action can be taken, and any life can be sacrificed if it means winning the war. And in a galaxy at war, filled with suffering and necrosis the Jedi of today simply stand by and accept it.

I can't accept it, I won't accept it. The Jedi have fallen without even recognizing it. What could I do in the face of such hopelessness? I did what needed to be done. The Council, once an enlightened body willing to listen and understand had now become rigid and inflexible. There was no way I could simply talk to them or reason with them. There was only one way to make them understand, there was only one way to make them and every Jedi and citizen of the Republic understand. A message had to be sent written in blood for the entire galaxy to see. We have lost sight of our values, and I hoped that this horrible act would finally rouse the Order form its stupor and make them realize just how far we have all fallen.

And so I sought out those who thought as I did, and our plan was brought into being and the bomb detonated, killing Jedi and clone alike. But Letta was careless and allowed the Jedi to apprehend her when she should have been on the first transport to the Outer Rim after the bomb went off. She had to go, I'm sad to say. But unlike the millions of people who died in this war Letta died for a greater, nobler purpose. Besides, she knew the risks when she agreed to do this. Unfortunately Ahsoka had been the one to uncover my plot. She had been such a good friend to me, but Ahsoka and her master represent all I have come to hate about the direction the Jedi Order has allowed itself to go in, so she had to go as well.

In the end though my plan was uncovered and I was brought to "justice". The Council was quick to throw me to the wolves. The trial was fairly quick and the end result could have been seen a mile away: guilty of treason, espionage, sedition, and terrorism.

Now I await my sentence. I have no doubt that the Chancellor shall agree to the prosecution's recommendation of execution. If I am to die because of this then so be it. I have done what I have done in the name of the principles that the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic used to hold dear, and I do not regret dying for a higher cause.

My only regret is that my warning shall go unheeded. The Jedi Council and the Republic shall continue on the path to complete destruction, blinded by their own self-righteousness. But I am right, and perhaps history shall one day vindicate me after all. I die with a clean conscience, saddened only to the blindness of those around me. For though I shall not live to see its end, I have seen that the Republic is dying and cannot be saved, and it is likely that the Jedi Order shall die along with it. I shudder to wonder what abomination shall rise from its ashes, but at this point it is not a matter of if, but when.

It is only a matter of time.