"No." Atris' stare was hard and cold. Much like her lessons. Catienne scowled.
"The Outer Rim needs our help. More systems fall everyday. The Mandalorians-"
"Are a lesser threat. If you paid any attention to the Force, you would know this already," Atris said, cutting off Catienne's argument.
"No. No more words from you. Do not seek war, padawan. You will only find the Dark Side."
Catienne grabbed a chair with the force, and flung it across the room. Atris remained unmoved.
"I will find a way to help. With or without your approval," Catienne snarled.
"Then you will fall," Atris replied, titling her head so she was staring down at her pupil.
Catienne screamed, then stormed from the room, force pushing any object that was in her way, finally sending a droid flying into the courtyard. Those blind Masters, she grumbled to herself. Only looking to the future. Well, right now thousands are dying. Millions! And we have the power to help, to stop them. To end this invasion before it begins!
She slumped onto a bench by the Thousand Fountains, each stream as silver as her lightsaber. The rushing water could not soothe her temper.