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[Coren Starchaser]

If there was one thing Coren Starchaser fething hated, it was the Sith. Even before he had gotten a chance from Audrey to respond, he had turned his head. The Force lit up like an alarm when he felt the Sith move into the area. Where was that even a smart idea? What did they hope to accomplish here? Of all places, show up here? Before giving Audrey the chance to respond, his mind was in action. "Hold that thought.

That was until he heard Voidstalker speak. Right, wait and listen? “Always am. Was just admiring the location here. You Jedi definitely don’t skimp on the build, security seems a bit lax.” He tried to make it into a joke, getting a blaster pistol into this place? Well, they were Jedi. What damage was one man going to do? Especially a decript Sith? There were too many people here for them to be anything but a troll and looking to meet their end, especially once [member="Aela Talith"] got wind of everything.

At least Sarge didn’t go anywhere without his armor, it was like a fething Alliance Express credit card: don’t leave home without it.

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Darth Mudrac"]

 

[Relit Vandal]

A Zelosian among the trees and grasses and shrubs. Relit couldn't be anymore pleased at the construction of this Jedi Academy. The House Masters responsible for this work should be commended but for the life of him, he couldn't seem to find any. It was only natural that he would land in the green house at the center of the Jedi Academy. Having been among the stars and ziggurats, he desired to breath among his brethren once more. As he moved slowly through the green house, he investigated with his hands.

Leaves to be inspected, bark to be felt and characterized, roots to be appreciated. The soil was fertile and the environment was on par for the desired spectrum of growth, that giving and receiving of nutrients that defined the relationship of a gardener with their garden. He wasn't so much for the prospect of open socializing, but mingling with the greenery was something he was all too ready to partake in. That was until he heard the thump of the metal object in the grass.

Slowly peaking around the edge of a rather large tree, he spotted the small Jedi in relative silence upon the grass. The slightest hint of consternation, mixed with a heavy load of resolve - the breeding grounds for growth, on the precipice of something. Not a failure, but something...perhaps a misstep.

Relit walked out slowly and cupped his hands. "Vaet..." He said with a smile. "Would you mind if I joined your here, in the Garden?" He waved to the patch of grass in front of the Jedi, a few steps from where the lightsaber laid dormant.

Just then, his head turned, as if catching a whiff of something vile and decrepit and not welcome. He pressed his glasses up and barred his teeth.

"Do you sense that, Vaet?" He said, looking in the direction of a darkside intruder in the Jedi Academy. This...thing, was making no attempt to mask it's presence.

[member="Vaet"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"]​

 

[Audrey Starchaser]

Audrey was so happy to be reunited with her uncle. Like deliriously so. A basket of puppies couldn't drag her away. She was just about to mention that she was here to plant some roots on Sullust and join the New Jedi Order with Kaia, but it seemed like fate was determined to put a serious damper on their family reunion. Since Audrey was the Force-handicapable Starchaser, she too felt the Dark Side roil over the gardens like an oncoming storm. Her brows knitted in confusion as she turned to Coren. Her uncle noticed it too. Everyone did. Wasn't this place supposed to be a safe haven from the Dark Side? Feth! If she died today, there would be no one to clear out her Holonet history. That could be embarrassing, right? Or maybe not, cause she'd be dead.

Still, with all an overwhelming number of Jedi Masters present, it wasn't likely that a Sith intruder would be able to cause too much havoc at the Academy. Plus, Tank Guy was making a beeline to whereever the darksider was, and he was like a metal rhino or something. Audrey anxiously bit her lip and flashed her big blue eyes in Coren's direction. She didn't even have a lightsaber yet!

"Is everything ok here, Uncle Coren?"

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

There was something off about that woman. A familiarity that both surprised Cyril, and set him on edge. They'd never met, of that he was sure, but he could not shake the feeling that they had. Perhaps in another time; during the days of which Cyril could not longer recall.

It wasn't particularly important now.

Jacen's mental tug pulled the Jedi Master from his conversation. He'd felt that dark presence approaching, and written it off as one of the more zealous Jensaarai. It seemed that was not the case. He turned his attentions toward Mudrac. Though Cyril was not aware, this person also had spirits stuck in his head. Perhaps they could sit down for tea one day, maybe let their little ghosties have a play date?

There was a thought.

As it was, Cyril was not entirely pleased to see someone so clearly steeped in the Dark Side present. The temple was, of course, host to many oddities from the far reaching corner of the galaxy. It was possible this was one of the Shapers of Kro Var. Others might have known him as Sith -- Cyril had never seen him before.

"That's worrisome," he mumbled, "The man could be a Shaper, or one of the other denominations that focuses on the use of their emotions. Don't kill him just yet."

Even so, Cyril was ready to spring in if need be. He'd already blown one guy's arm up this week; going for two wouldn't be so bad.

[member="Veino Garn"], @Sarge, [member="Relit Vandal"], [member="Darth Mudrac"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], @Braith, [member="Vaet"]

 

[Jsc]

Weeding the Garden
w [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Veino Garn"]

Introductions went smoothly until a Darksider appeared and spooked the mood. Given that this location was a Neutral Academy, the Darksider must have misinterpreted the words "Neutral". Wasn't the first time. There were always a handful of black robes that seemed to believe that the Jedi accepted and guarded all comers to their territory. ...Sadly, they all had to learn the hard way. You use the Darkside? You get the bouncer.

Now, personally? Karen didn't really care. Unless he was smuggling an active torpedo into the Acadmey under brown robes? Well, it really wasn't her problem.

"Master Garn I would happily answer that question. However, I assume everybody wants to watch this poor newcomer get himself lynched by a volcano? Yes. So, I think I'll just move aside and let you boys have at him. Happy hunting gentlemen. Do try not to get the blood on the new carpets now."

She said it with a smirk and then quickly retreated from the gardens proper. Shuffling out the doors and rolling her eyes. Oh dear. She could easily find the cafeteria and amuse herself elsewhere. Coren and the rest of the Masters could handle the Dark Jedi to the group. Roberts had seen enough of these party crashings to know when to excuse herself.

"Now. Where can a girl get a good cup of caf around here, mm?"

She'd be downstairs tipping over the vending machines if anybody needed her.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Vandal’s arrival had not been a big surprise. With his affinity towards nature it stood to reason that his first visit to the Jedi Academy that was being build on Sullust would be spend in the gardens - there wasn’t a lot of vegetation on Sullust, so they had to take whatever they could in the brief moments given.

“You’re always welcome, Master Vandal.” Vaet responded with a nod, his eyes closed again trying to refocus his efforts on the saber. But… just as his focus expanded away from his body to reach out to the shoto: darkness crept up, a sickening sensation that almost made the Vaetling gag. It was corruption, hubris, plain madness disguised in robes of determination and passion.

It was wrongness.

And somehow it had slipped onto Sullust, ducked behind the watchful eyes of the New Jedi Order and infiltrated the Jedi Academy itself. How? Why? And most importantly why was it that Vaet only now sensed the presence?

Only after the Jedi Master had made him pay attention to it.

“I do now.” he replied solemnly. “Investigate this we must. I sense others already.”

His eyes shut themselves again. Pure concentration and focus. There was no time for training, no opportunity to make mistakes - it was either now, or stand undefended against an intruder.

Mouth turned into a thin line as he set his jaw. Once again the shoto levitated in front of him, but this time the situation was different.

And it was.

It took a lot out of the Vaetling, but within a minute - though it felt like an eternity - the spare parts of the saber assembled themselves with the aid of his mind and flew into his hand.

“I am ready now, Master.” after which the Jedi stood up, dusted off some grass and looked up to Vandal.

[member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"]​

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino listened as [member="Cyril Grayson"] answered and turned to hear the response from [member="Karen Roberts"]. Then he stopped as shadows crept into the magma-lit halls. Dark Side user. A very powerful one at that. Master level at least, if he judged correctly. His hand went to his lightsaber out of habit as he turned to the others, laughing softly at Roberts answer. That was certainly amusing, although hopefully the situation would not come to that. It would be an unfortunate opening of the temple and academy here. He did have to wonder how they had gotten into here, but that would be a concern for later.

He gave a nod of farewell to Roberts, "We can talk again later, I think. Good luck with that caf." He nodded to Cyril and strode towards where he sensed the darkness, nodding in greeting as he passed [member="Vaet"] and [member="Relit Vandal"]. They seemed to be headed in the same direction as well. Well, there would be no shortage of people to get involved. He could sense various people all converging on the shadow. He paused as he approached the situation, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

The Sith was obvious. He wasn't attacking or being a threat, so what was going on?

 

[Relit Vandal]

"Very good..." In reference to both the reconstruction of the saber and of being ready. There was a lot of potential in a small package, Relit regaled himself for the moment on the fact. But talent can only go so far, before the trunk must branch out. "Let us go then, discern this presence and it's intent."

Relit was a controlled Jedi Master, stoic and well spirited in most cases. But as was seen in the opening of the Temple of Sullust, he had no patience for the corruption of the darkside within hallowed halls. Good intentions or not, it does not wipe clean the atrocities committed on the path to power. In this way, in this situation, there was no exception. And with the beacon of the power, uncontrolled and unmasked, it was entirely too easy to find the figure. And so he and Vaet did, following [member="Veino Garn"].

Relit wasn't a Jedi Marshall, he had no authority beyond those that claimed the rank of Jedi Master. But being a Zelosion, a master of Consitor Sato, he was a viable deterrent at this point om such proximity to the Garden. Unknowingly to most, he would harness the good will of the force, the power of the garden around them, and would put this molestation to an end. But for now, as an example to the small Jedi who followed him, he would temper his mood. And just in time to hear the comments by @Sarge and by master Grayson, whom he grown to admire in their battles against the Sith. But for all the words of possible exceptions, Relit wasn't buying it.

"Someone in such appearance and aura...has no place here." He spoke quietly, waiting for the explanation to occur, to Vaet. Either way, if the man in the iron suit was in need of help, Relit would be more than happy to assist in removal of this tainted individual. Put them along their proper path.

[member="Vaet"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Audrey Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] ​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

" In good time my armored friend, In good time. But not till I get a good conversation." he chuckled some. The majority than knew he was here stared at him as if he was a freak of nature, perhaps Nulgath was. " You all assume because im "darker" that I am Evil. Does this mean your good? Cast your petty perceptions to the side. Do all yourselves a favor and adapt the mind of this wise fellow." Nulgath nodded at [member="Cyril Grayson"]. The man who commented about first hearing what was to be said before action would be taken, his stoicism was well respected.

The Tension in the room was, well it was as expected. Though Darth Mudrac remained totally calm. This was not the first time he had walked into a Jedi temple. Fact of it was that Nulgath was an asset to nearly every faction. Over time his well placed web had expanded. Slowly more and more people came to see who the darker figure was, soon an audience would occur.

From within the bounds of his mind Balthazar could only laugh. Nulgath knew the spirits thought even though they were not voiced. " Laugh all you want..." he muttered under his breath appearing to talk to himself.

"Someone in such appearance and aura...has no place here." a voice commented as Nulgath just got finished with his previous statement.

" Are you sure? I sense the opposite. If that was true I would not be standing here talking. Unseen events slowly unfold and soon there will come a day all of you must decide. I made my decision at the Battle for the Temple of Pain on Fresia. A place that held a ridiculous amount of Sith knowledge, too much. " he paused. " On that day their was an unlikely alliance made. Mandalorian, Dark jedi, a rogue Sith and the Jedi Order itself initiated a plan of attack to cripple the temple." The epicanthix did not have to explain too much. There was a reason he said " a rogue Sith" it was him. Those who held some wit would understand this.

" Should I continue?" he asked inquisitively and slowly revealed the in layers of his robes. Besides his causal garments underneath the Epicanthix was unarmed.

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[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Audrey Starchaser"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Karen Roberts"]
[member="Vaet"]
[member="Adele Adonai"]
[member="Relit Vandal"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Darth Mudrac"]
Jacen's hand was resting on the long hilt of his saber now. He stood facing Muldac, shoulders squared, weight on the ball of his feet ready to move.

He had no idea what this 'Temple of Pain' was, nor had he heard of any significant blow struck to the One Sith.

"You will be given ample time to explain,", Jacen called, his mind turning to the cells they had suspended deep in the molten crust of Sullust for darksiders. "You admit to being a Sith?"

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino listened carefully, considering. He knew what that was referring to. He had an offer to participate in the strike, but other business prevented him. He nodded and a careful smile grew on his face. Now this was indeed unexpected then. He had not anticipated things to happen so quickly out here in Alliance territory.

"You were the insider then," He said, "That opened the doors for the strike team. Very well done." He eyed the others. Things were still quite tense at the moment, even with the man being unarmed. "Isn't it a very large risk to come here now, in so public a manner? You're position is a delicate one, to say the least." He tapped his foot for a few moments, considering. "So what brought you here?"

That was the question. First to betray the One Sith to their enemies, and not just anything, but one of their biggest temples at that, and then to walk right into a gathering of Jedi. The man was either mad or supremely confident. Or perhaps both. He could feel no sign of repentance or regret within the man, either through the Force or his own empathy. He must have another goal and another motivation. Either way, this was something he could work with and the Saarai-Kar would be very interested in hearing about. A powerful insider in the One Sith could lead to a great deal of opportunity, as well as a threat, but with his actions, he was already committed.


[member="Darth Mudrac"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

His gun was in his hand in no time. The thing was speaking, with poor use of grammar, and so many punctuation and type face errors, and that made Coren’s blood boil even more. Sith did not get quarter from him. Yes, he had gotten beat to a stalemate plenty of times over by other Sith, but come into his den? Or a place he wanted to protect? And you were not leaving properly.

Continue? No. It could go sit in the cage, and the Jedi would let it finish Coren was not going to be allowing this useless sack of flesh to speak. Every part of him was lit up and he wanted nothing more than to separate that body from its Force presence, end the plight as it steps into this place.

What was it hoping to accomplish?

Useless and self centered.

 

[Placeholder 04]

This was clearly not a Shaper. Cyril had been mistaken. He often was in situations like this. He stayed his hands too much: had too soft a hand when it needed to be firm. He understood the reasoning of those present in garden -- this was Sith, an abomination, living sacrilege. In the past, he would have lopped the creature's head off rather than asking him to leave in peace.

That hasty path was costly. It had lost him Kashyyyk, a woman he might have saved, given him a thousand regrets. Why would a Sith Lord come alone into one of the Jedi Order's (All of 'em) most fortified locations. There were only three plausible explanations: this Sith was very unintelligent, he was the harbinger of a One Sith attack come to discuss a possible surrender, or he needed their help. Sullust was too far from Sith territory for them to mount a significant assault hoping to succeed. From the way this one spoke, he was at the very least eloquent, though Cyril had never heard and tales of this Temple of Pain.

It at least sounded very Sith.

Cyril came to a conclusion. His reasoning had to be the latter. The Sith needed help, and a Sith that needed help was a Sith that could be saved. The Order needed numbers, and war was not the answer. Above all else, as a Jedi Master, it was his duty to guide those who had gone astray. No matter their sins, all could be redeemed. If that was possible for this one, decrepit and shrouded in darkness though he was, Cyril would help.

He was no Marshal, and his authority was little more than traditional. He trusted Relit and Jacen would have good judgement on the matter: he already trusted them with his life. As for hero of the UNSC, he was unsure. Good intentions, probably.

"Best not to mince words, friends. This war has been very trying on us, and showing up in a Jedi stronghold probably wasn't the best idea. Give us your full explanation, fill in the details on this temple of pain, and if you have need of help, then wait outside the grounds, and we can discuss." he paused, casting a short look around. "It is, after all, our duty to help those gone astray. The Council didn't turn me away in my time of need, I won't do the same to a Sith that might see change, as I did."

That probably lowered a few opinions toward him. Either way, he'd said his piece.



[member="Darth Mudrac"], everyone

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Staring down at the man before him, Sarge found his lips curled in both disgust and surprise. He shouldn't be surprised, though. Most Sith could at least pretend to be articulate. Being evil did not make you stupid, after all. But he had to remind himself that it was often intelligence without common sense, hence their path to destructive tendency. "We don't need your exposition." Comes the firm rumble of his rockslide voice, "We need a reason not to lock you up or kill you."

It was clear this was a man who both blunt and direct. Long answers would not please him in any manner. "Be succinct. My patience for your kind has worn thin."

 

[Audrey Starchaser]

Audrey's wide blue eyes widened almost impossibly as someone said the "S" word. Oh feth, there was a Sith Lord here after all. From what the Force adept knew of the New Jedi Order, Grand Marshall Rhen forbade the use of the Dark Side anywhere on Sullust. What happened if the being in question reeked of it? That would be a question for her new Master (Soon™ [member="Sarge Potteiger"]). Now how did you go about getting one of those anyway? Was there a Groupon somewhere for them? She was kind of a starving artist.

Audrey's gaze panned to each of the Jedi Masters who stepped in to accost the slithery gentleman ([member="Darth Mudrac"]), all pale and crinkly like she expected a Sith Lord to be. She overheard one of the Masters, an older bearded fellow ([member="Cyril Grayson"]) mention helping those who had gone astray. But when Audrey glanced over at [member="Coren Starchaser"], he had complete and utter murder in his eyes. Like he wanted to chop up that Sith and spread him into tiny pieces all over the Outer Rim. She wished she could help Uncle Coren, but unless you could fight someone with an adorable personality, she was kind of out of luck.

 

[Ellie Mors]

It did not surprise the Alua'an that one of the Sith had betrayed their own, it was the nature of those backstabbing psychopaths. And most certainly lingering to this so-called "darker side" did not make one inherently evil - at least not to Braith - but there was a fine line between the use of destructive power and being a Sith, one which was practically marked with huge, bold, red letters. She didn't enjoy their company - in fact she had sworn to a good friend of hers, someone that she loved dearly actually, that she would work to eradicate their kind. Was that met warmly and openly? Of course not, the calm reminder that it wasn't the right way to do things was quickly given to her - but Braith not being a Jedi made such things easier on her, especially the twenty-four years that she had spent practically brainwashed into believing she was a goddess in human form which included human sacrifice of all things. Perhaps it was that she wasn't human in the emotional and logical department - or the genetic and biological department either, as she discovered recently during a vaccine and medical checkup - that kept her from being hampered by such trivial things like dark or light, but she wasn't alone in her belief that dualities of the force were man-made, even some Jedi followed a belief called "The Potentium" that favored such an idea, but this was something else. He was a Sith. When she tilted his head at her arrival, her expression one of confusion and mild anger or disgust, the stranger seemed to smile at her from beneath his cowl. Now, Braith wasn't one to just forget familiar faces - she doubted she would forget the last Sith Lord that had came to her seeking knowledge of alchemy and left in a fit of rage - but there was absolutely nothing about [member="Darth Mudrac"] that rang a bell as far as familiarity went.

The majority of the galaxy - almost everyone she'd ever met - seemed to be hesitant on turning on those that betrayed their own people when they saw an opportunity to grab for power, but she was not most people. Traitors made her stomach turn, the notion that ever trusting someone that had broken vows to those they swore fealty to was a disgusting thought to behold, and the combination of that with the occupancy and religious dogma of the Sith made for a toxic drink. It was also one which she would not be drinking. "A Sith betrayed their own people to seek importance and power? Why am I not surprised?" Braith said aloud after the man spoke up in his own defense. The idea that doing one tiny little action of "good" with, most likely, the worst of intentions would counter a lifetime of horrible ones was laughable at best, punishable by death at worst. "You deceived the very people who gave you that knowledge, who taught you and held you up while you were still struggling in the mud - why should we trust you?" She questioned, turning to face him. "I am sure the Jedi have some sort of procedure to 'bringing you over to the light' or some hogwash like that, but not all of us here are Jedi - and we have stood together to get rid of the Sith, not just the One Sith, but all Sith. You are no different from them." The Alua'an added with a frown. As far as she was concerned, him waltzing through the proverbial front door and proclaiming his allegiance to the dark side, most prominently his being a Sith, was as foolish as it got. One doesn't simply walk into mordor walk into an enemy's camp and expect to be welcomed with open arms while still clinging to everything that made them enemies. Great change was always required to achieve that sort of acceptance, and in the case of this day and age's people it meant renouncing being a Sith and leaving behind a life of hate and destruction.

 

[Aran Finn]

"I am of her mind." The voice was followed by the appearance of a middle-aged human somewhere in the vicinity of one Sarge Potteiger. The 'her' he referred to was Braith Achlys, and her suspicions were his own. Having been a Sith once, he knew the type. Some Sith were destroyers, savages ... like he had been. Others were weasels, worming their ways into positions where they could gain knowledge and power. This one, Na'Varro suspected, was the latter. So it was not fear that set the experienced Master on edge. It was simply distaste that this being should seek to benefit from the Alliance, no matter how useful he might be. As valuable as this Sith might have thought he was, Na'Varro believed that they could do it without him. And whatever his motives were, Na'Varro did not wish to see them fulfilled.

"You find yourself surrounded by many powerful Masters. Few of us are truly Jedi. Few of us follow their Code. This is not the Republic, and my lightsaber isn't bound by someone else's conventions." The bearded man smiled. "Now, I can see how you may be valuable ... but I fail to see how you are indispensable. I also fail to see how you won't be more trouble than you're worth, and as a result, I'm inclined to dispense of you right now."

Alen appeared to ponder his words for a second, before smirking and spinning his lightsaber in his hands.

"Coming here was very, very stupid, Sithling." His expression quickly turned from jovial to distinctly serious. "Choose your next words carefully. They may be your last."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member="Braith Achlys"]
[member="Darth Mudrac"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

They were too ignorant to see the chance of change. Though out of everyone the Sith partially expected [member="Braith Achlys"] of all people be different. Nulgaths over confidence had finally managed to place him a wedge. The various comments the epicanthix found rather degrading on his nerve and add the low sound of chuckling that came from within his own mind, this only made things worse. " I am Sith." he admitted as he glared at everyone his eyes glowing some now showing his slight anger. " Are those the words your looking for? The command to initiate my destruction?" he said through his teeth as he tilted his head. Instinctively a invisible shield in the force covered his being. A unconscious precaution.

" They dont see it..." he muttered in his breath.
" Such hatred and tension, Of course they dont see it. Blinded by the past. Their perception is limited." Balthazar said aloud as his manifested spirit walked out from behind the Sith Lord casually examining the surroundings. His ghostly voice echoed in a unnatural manner and his eyes shined with yellow light. He seemed to be clothed in a fancy robe, which was odd for a ghost.

The Epicanthix looked the opposite direction as ghostly Balthazar finally decided to come out and chat. So a Sith Lord and a anicent Sith ghost walk into a jedi Temple. Yeah that was the story. At this point there was no more time for an explanation so speaking plainly was the only way. " There is no of my kind. The past and present do not matter .Our alliance can benefit each other. That is the point of this all, You all want the Sith gone from the galaxy? How can you dispose of something you dont fully understand? We can help you." Nulgath concluded. Bringing his hand to his mouth Nulgath coughed a small amount of blood. In his mind it was a detail to see to later but for now it was not important.

Bending his knees some and positioning him self on his heels to waited a response. It was still possible for a deal to be made and carried out but if the opposite was destined to happen, So be it. There was always a Plan B.

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[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
[member="Braith Achlys"]
[member="Audrey Starchaser"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Relit Vandal"]
[member="Vaet"]
[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Darth Mudrac"]

Sarge just stared at the man. He couldn't see Force Ghosts, and so whatever was going on there was entirely lost on him. "We can help you?" He asks, entirely annoyed. "There's just you here, unless you're going to tell us what organization you represent." A scowl crossed his face. "Way I see it, you got two options. You give the Jedi here the chance to redeem you," and then his voice darkened, helmeted head leaning in as the shadows of his hood deepen, "or the non-Jedi in here take matters into their own hands.

This is not our choice, Sith. This is yours. You are not in command of this situation, so I would suggest not acting like you are."

Sarge was not prone to blatant intimidation, but the gall of this man was infuriating.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Jacen had little to add that the talking pile of armour hadn't already said. Hopefully the others would stop chiming in now, and the Sith would make his choice.

Instead he leant towards one if the older padawans in the area and tasked him with fetching a pair of cuffs* from his shuttle. He wondered for a moment if she should have simply sent the teenage Padawan away, but decided there was no amount of energy this Sith could dump into the ether that the assembled Jedi could not contain.

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