OOC: Follows from here (currently incomplete due to OOC time constraints, will be completed shortly)
The Force moved in mysterious ways.Years ago, Darth Strider had been one of the most powerful Sith Lords in the galaxy.He had stood with the Fringe at O'reen, an Arbiter, a defender of the Unknown Regions, back when the Galactic Republic had been the ultimate power in the galaxy and the Fringe Confederacy in the ascendance.The Fringe Lords had smashed the Republic there, beginning their steady decline.Darth Strider had gone on to more wars, more victories and some defeats, but his hate for the Republic's imperialism had not faded for some time.It had not faded until the sum of his life and experiences had finally accumulated to take the Dark Side from him after seventeen years.He could not live without the Force, especially after so long ... so he turned to the Light.It had been two days since the events on Hoth in the tower of ice, and already he could feel his strength and vigour returning, and with it a peace of mind that he had never had before.Those events had found him profoundly changed.Now he stood on Onderon, the new capital world of the Republic, and with no intention of violence.
Alen Na'Varro realised that in order to be truly set on a new path, he had to close his past behind him.He had been a Sith Lord.And a good man before that.He had done things that required repentance, and in order to repent he was required to submit.The Jedi Council had been his enemies once.It was them who could weigh his past actions with his future intentions, and decide his fate.
The bearded man approached the Jedi Temple on foot, clad in the same clothes he had been wearing for several days now,His lightsabers stayed fastened to his belt, his bearing proud and erect.As he walked, attention began to gather.Many knew Alen Na'Varro, Arbiter of the Fringe.Many more still knew him as the Lion of the arena, a swordsman of galactic renown.News drones began to collect overhead as he walked, feeding information to Holonet 24 hour news stations across the Republic worlds.Various experts, left-wing and right-wing and centrist, deliberated and argued over what he was going to do next.What was his intention?Was he here to fight?Was he here to submit?What were the Jedi going to do about it?No one could come to a conclusion.In the space of a couple of minutes, viewing numbers soared.
Temple guards began to descend from the Temple itself, leveling their blaster rifles at the man.Na'Varro paused at the bottom of the grand staircase that would ascend him to the Temple proper, and simply waited.
"No further, Sith," a sergeant said forcefully.Alen smiled wanly, shifting his stance into an 'at ease' position.He imagined the Jedi would make their intention clear soon enough.