Tzin stands before the holo-recorder and takes a deep breath. He hits the 'overwrite' button, followed by record.

"I've sat at this console dozens of times trying to write this letter, or one much like it. I find it exceedingly difficult to express myself well enough. It may be that there -are- no words for how I feel, but I shall try to explain myself anyway," Tzin says with a faint sigh.

"When we last spoke, I insisted that to tell you more would present you with a conflict of interest. I spoke truthfully. We have learned that there are members of the council who have authorized, funded, encouraged... the most unwholesome... they've been up to bad things. Terrible things. They have authorized kidnappings. Murder. Attacks against moral civilian targets who only minutes before they had employed. They consciously undermine freedom at every turn," Tzin says, growing angry towards the end.

"You work with a counsilor, and their assistants. You trust them. You know them, perhaps too well... but some of them are not to be trusted. You're naive... its part of what makes you so beautiful," Tzin says, his voice growing ragged with emotion.

"I love you Radhe... I've been infatuated with you ever since I saw you. I've tried to reflect, examine, and move on... I understand there is no time in a Jedi's life for singular love. I'm no meditative... but I try to look ahead. I'm not positive its a symbol... I used to be sure that it was... but I've seen you there... sometimes you've fallen, sometimes I've fallen... it is just a mess, and a bad idea. That is part of why I'm recording this. I want to... find the words to let you know how much danger you're in. To save you." Tzin said with real concern.

"The Symbiots... creating those boxes which make them? Listen... I'm the one that brought back the originals. Making those boxes... whoever did it must have fallen. Each one smells a little bit of the dark side... and no noble fruit can come of a tainted tree. One touches the dark side every time one makes one of those boxes... or at least, one specific component," Tzin said quite seriously.

"All I ask is... reflect. Sense your path... consider whether the ends can -ever- justify the means. We're jedi... one of us doing something wrong, one of us falling... it means so much more than a lay senator cutting a corner or playing dirty. I'm not -saying- there are Sith on the council... what I -am- saying is... the people on the council are on the road to the dark side. Be careful Radhe," Tzin says. He manages to hit the stop button before he starts to cry.