That would probably help contextualize this stuff, yeah.

He reads on.

Here's one about the time a Hutt got elected Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Here's one about when the Tion Cluster joined the Republic.

Here's one about how the Revan incidents prompted the re-introduction of Sith and Jedi, after thousands of years of separation.

This place is going to need continual supervision.

Very probably!

After a while he wanders back to where Cypher Nine is.

"Did you enjoy the tour?"

"Yeah. You have a cool space station. I should probably be studying not being affected by the Force, though."

"It is something you have to practice."

So he makes himself headphones and goes back to practicing.

The habit of secrets is a hard one to break. She really should just tell him everything, he's already here, she was never going to be able to hide it. But it's just easier, somehow, to wait until he asks.

After a while, everything is set up, and she sends out the broadcast. Special transmissions to the Dark Council, the Jedi Council, the office of the Supreme Chancellor, and major news outlets across the galaxy. That should stir things up.

"Can we watch reactions -"

Tap tap tap here are security feeds from several newsrooms. His recording is looping on big screens as beings bustle around writing summaries to distribute and for their anchors to read. Some editors are getting confirmation on the origin of the tape. Others are asking the local government for permission to run the report.

Here's the Chancellor's office. She's in a huddle with her top advisors. Aides run in and out, bearing documents.

"The Sith and Jedi don't keep cameras in their inner sanctums. I'll know more after they start transmitting orders."

Nod. "How do you have all this stuff?"

"It's called the Black Codex. It's a hardwired backdoor into every Holonet-capable device, as well as a record of all data ever uploaded."

"That's pretty amazing."

"Yeah."

"Your world's old. Most of the ones I can think of there's not ten thousand years of written history. Millennia, I guess, but that hardly counts."

She shrugs.

"The galaxy's been around for a while, I guess. I don't usually think about it so much. There's a lot going on in the present."

Nod. "Do you want me to go back?"

"I don't mind if you want to stay. I- It's been a long time since there was anyone but me here."

"It's a big space station for one person."

"It wasn't mine originally. I, um, inherited it from its previous owners, a larger group of people."

"You took over a space station without wrecking all the stuff? All by yourself?"

"I was trained to be the best. And by the time I got here, I'd already neutralized most of their defenses."