They had always said that a Jedi should feel neither love nor hate. That was very true with the Twi'lek at this point. He was approaching this situation from an extremely detached point of view. While he detested the very idea of a war, he also recognized the logic of self-defense. Considering his skill in taking out the ground targets that he now was engaged with, it wouldn't have at all looked like he was anything more than a warrior anyway.<br/><br/>On the other hand, he didn't hate doing this either since he really did realize just how vital it was for the people here to defend themselves against a threat. This was a defensive conflict. They didn't start the war. That meant that they all had a right to defend themselves.<br/><br/>This sort of detached point of view typified what he was feeling at the moment even as he blasted through yet another one of the hovering tank units that the separatist troops seemed to send here. He wasn't sure of all of the politics of it really. Juvenal had heard them called the separatists since they had wanted to break away. Some reports were using the term the Confederacy of Independent Systems. There was the Techno Union and even other monikers. He guessed that none of these political aspects mattered.<br/><br/>What mattered right now was that he was living in a kill-or-be-killed scenario that could have easily cost him his life if he didn't make exactly the right move at the right time.<br/><br/>Suddenly his thoughtful detachment was interrupted by a call over the radio system in his helmet.<br/><br/>"It sounds like you're involved in a pretty big white-knuckle firefight."<br/><br/>Juvenal finally allowed himself a sign of emotion. Offering no one in particular beside himself a smirk, he leaned back into his seat and continued to maneuver the controls of his spacecraft as though they were nothing.<br/><br/>"Irrelevant; I always have white knuckles."