Xaros decided to ignore the voice.  He knew who and what he was, and didn't need anyone else trying to implant ideas into his head.  His new arm wasn't a toy, and even if it did pack a little extra punch, getting it hadn't been his objective when he chose to dive in front of oncoming fire during the Clone Wars.  Whatever the malevolent presence was, it didn't know him anymore than the Jedi did.<br/><br/>Xaros stretched and looked around.  He sensed Jedi as well, even vague emanations coming from specific people in the room.  He wondered if he should warm them that something was wrong here.  Did he owe that to the Jedi?  Hadn't they all earned this retribution named Order 66 with their arrogance and dogma?<br/><br/>For now he decided to remain seated, and keep an eye on things.