"You misunderstand, Brother."
Gash smiled.
"You brought me here to lure me to the Dark Side. I will not turn- you should know that, Diete. I was always strong willed; it was what Recon Klain saw in me, why he brought me to Ziost with him."
The Jedi Master stood, once again, spry even as he aged. The guise of age and frailty slid away like a blaster bolt along the shields of an Imperial Star Destroyer.
"I'm not the man I used to be, as I said. I've seen things, Diete, things a mind like mine wasn't meant to see. My views are not those of a Jedi. It isn't about the Dark Side, or the Light Side, or the Force at all. The Jedi are wrong to think that the galaxy revolves around their petty moral conflicts.
"There does not need to be war between Blood Brothers. Even us who do not think the same do, in fact, seek similar goals. We can work together, Maim... we can fullfil the dreams of both Jedi and Sith. Recon Klain fled from the Eternal Rogue Order because they became obsessed with starship combat; do you really want to be a pawn of the Empire? Because that is what the Naboo Sith Order has become.
"You can join forces with me, Maim. We can bring down our common enemies- without sacrificing my beliefs, or your's."