Standing silent through all this was the youngish looking woman in the plain tunic and breeches of a Jedi Knight...and if that wasn't enough, there was the lightsaber at her side to give her away. She had spent the conversation so far watching the others speak, listening to them. She didn't bat a lash at Sianni's baiting of the elder Jedi.
Now though, she spoke in a slightly quiet voice that required listeners to be quiet themselves to hear, and while her tone was unhurried and calm, it was also inexorable in that she gave the impression that she wasn't going to repeat herself
"Master Starwind is correct, of course," Kacela said. "Though you would expect me to agree with her, of course."
She looked up, the cherubic roundness of her face belied by her intense expression. "I have dedicated myself to standing against the Dark Side and those who would use it against us...and by 'us,' I mean the Republic and life in general. This is what you must understand."
Kacela lifts a hand and opens it, palm up. "The Force is life. Life creates and sustains it, and is sustained and nurtured by it. It is a great cycle of being, and all life participates."
She then lifts her other hand, but keeps it clenched in a fist. "The Dark Side is not death, because death is part of life. It is anti-life. Entropy. Decay. Destruction. Dissolution. It is the relentless pull of the Void; the abyss that looks into each of us."
"The battle droids are toys to true Dark Side adepts. They are mere puppets, instruments of slaughter. They're not the real threat."