Pride and Preju-Sith [One Sith Trial, OS Only]

[Lord Ajihad]

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

Vi'kas sighed. This was beginning to irritate him. Unknown to the whale, one of his men would arrive at any moment. He had no intention of doing anything, though, unless the whale attempted something stupid. "I am a Sith, like yourself. However, I do not see a reason to give you my name, only conformation that I am Sith." He then projected his force signature to the whale, showing it the darkness within him.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The Sith’s head was slightly tilted as he listened with one ear to Silara’s own judgement of Feanor. Yet Carach himself did not deem it worthy to speak just yet, his mask was still transfixed on the silhouette of the traitor, one could almost picture two holes being burned through the material - such was the intensity of the gaze.

Finally then the spell was broken, as Carach nodded to himself, to his sister or brother or perhaps to the rest of the audience. It wasn’t particularly clear.

‘I have finally managed to disconcern the defendant’s strategy. She is trying to make us declare her mentally incapable!’ the Sith’s finger waggled, slightly mocking. ‘A very interesting defense strategy, Lady Feanor.’

The mocking demeanor disappeared and Carach was once again serious again.

‘Lady Silara’s judgement is sound, and yet mental incapableness aside Feanor might be in the possession of valuable intel. Doubtfully, but stranger things have happened, with the agreement of the Lord’s Wrath and my fellow Voice I would like to ask Lord Adekos to examine the traitor’s mind and extract any valuable knowledge for future use.’

‘When that is done… severing her from the Force and casting her into Hell’ heh. Hel. ‘would be an appropriate measure.’

[member="Silara"] [member="Lady Hel"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Oh, I'm certain you're a Dark Sider, but a Dark Sider does not a One Sith make."

Orcus patted the fellow on the shoulder genially. There were a great many dark siders who either passively resisted the Sith or outrightly worked against them. Rumor had it that the Sanctum even had some Dark Siders now. And they were the least favorable to the expansion of the Sith Commune.

"I can feel your irritation, Mr. Fist. Quite understandable. I would be disgruntled as well, but I'm afraid bureaucracy can be a terribly crippling though entirely necessary beast. Now, if you would give me the name of the Sith who inducted or authorized you it would make this whole process go much more smoothly."

[member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I was, Lord Hion." Darth Ferus, who had decided it would be best to let the Dark Lords Wrath do his thing, left after feeling none other than his own apprentice, [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] , get agitated. Stalking through the crowd with his signature as small as ever, he had decided to step out and keep his acolyte from getting himself into a much worse situation. "This, would be Vi'kas Mirtis. We're going to have to talk about the Blackblade impersonation, but I think respect would be much more prudent. Now Vi'kas, bow your head and apologize for being so rude. You should always respect your elders." There was no threat in his voice as he spoke to the boy, but it was clear he was being demanding. Last thing he wanted to deal with was a squished apprentice though. With all the apprentices he's had over the years he still has yet to have one die. No reason to start now.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Reverance]

And there you had it. Gabriel gave a sideways glance to [member="Silara"] and [member="Darth Carach"], a monster looking over his shoulder to see the commune of those near him - giving him the words he needed to move upon prey. He was about as over this trial as possible, the staggering through defenses was something closely resembling dire ineptitude. As he heard the opinion of the last Voice, he approached the accused with a sort of expression that stilled his inner emotions, the glass of the lake hiding the blood and frenzy beneath. Placing the orange in his mouth, chewing it with endeavors to peel the flesh like skin from bone, he titled his head to [member="Lady Hel"]. Perhaps this went as she expected, perhaps it didn't. It didn't really matter to him, but he expected that neither would result in comfort.

"Your defense left much to be desired, Alexandra Feanor..." He wouldn't use that other name, the conjuring of it merely ridiculed the process of his brand of justice. Another notch in the belt, marking the sins of the damned. "You have been found guilty as charged...not even accounting for your other trespasses against the One Sith." He paused, picking at his teeth, a mannerism of thought as he allowed the gravity of the situation dawn upon the accused. "Now, I had mind towards cutting you down right here...where you stand. But seeing as I have been over ruled, I will defer to my counterparts." He crossed his arms behind his back. "You are branded a traitor to the One Sith, not a condemnation easily healed. [member="Darth Adekos"] will pull what knowledge he can from you, though you have done well enough on revealing the depth of your secrets on your own. You will have the force severed from your body and into the dark, you will be cast...hopefully to never rise again."

"You chose your enemies poorly. You now have your life to think that over, shamed and powerless...even more than you are now." He turned and eyed [member="Darth Adekos"], the tenderizing of meat was complete and ready for the Sith Lord. Drain knowledge wasn't a power that encumbered the Wrath. He was a man of few talents and was all but spent upon this trial, his mind drifting to more important quotas. After Darth Adekos, [member="Darth Isolda"] would have free reign over the guilty, before the transportation to the nether. Gabriel, of course, was still deciding on whether he would assist with the completion of the sentencing himself, or leave it to the lower levels of the One Sith. Enough faction time had been spent on this process, he thought.

Should Alexandra attempt to lash out, she would fine the Wraths true intentions brought to fruition. He would not see this holy place desecrated by the likes of the Grey. Even if he wasn't strictly religious, he knew the power of this temple.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Hel laughed internally and tried to give Alexandra the body back, if there was any solace in this it was that Alexandra would suffer for Hel's failings. Only, Alexandra was no longer there and Hel blinked, she tried and tried to pull her out but the woman was gone. Alexandra had let her spirit finally leave the body and as a last spite to Hel she had done it while Hel had thought she had won. With a obvious shift in her emotions Hel growled and said nothing as she didn't care about these Sith. She wanted Alex to suffer, and Alex left her here with no chance of destroying her. The worm had beaten her at her own game, she had left her body and sacrificed it to the mechanics of the Sith, laughing at Hel from beyond this world to the next.

Hel's anger started rising to points she never experienced before, her mind focused on slaughtering that blasted woman. As a final message though, half for the Sith, half for the woman who now stood here in Alex's body. Was a single memory as the rest of Alex's memories were gone with her. And this memory went one way. And it was that of Alex's creation of Hel herself, anyone seeing this would see the vision of when Alex had tried to purge her dark emotions and Hel screamed out as she slammed her hand hard enough into the ground to break a finger. She hadn't even left the location of her fiance's people for the Sith to wipe out. She was going to kill this woman the moment she was in the Netherworld.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas turned his head to [member="Darth Ferus"], with a genuine look of surprise upon his face. "Hello, Master." He bowed his head to the Zabrak, as a sign of respect. He then turned the whale-like creature before him. He would do as he was told only for respect of his master, and nothing else. Vi'kas did not particularly like to bow to anyone, unless they had earned his respect. However, it seemed like he would have to make an exception in this situation. "Lord Hion, my utmost apologies for the inconvenience at hand. I should not have acted so rashly. I withheld my name only because of caution, nothing else." He bowed to [member="Hion the Herglic"] as he said this, and withdrew the courtesy as he finished speaking.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Lady Hel"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Silara"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

That's not how memories work.

But we'll get to that later.

It fell to Darth Adekos to extract any pertinent information from the brain of Alexandra. This was a duty he would take great pleasure in, as generally Drain Knowledge inflicted great pains upon those who suffered from it. Darth Carach, being an offshoot of Ovmar as he was, would be quite familiar with that. Carach would also be familiar with the fact that breaking through a person's psyche was also a great deal easier when the person in question was in a considerable amount of pain or otherwise distracted. Adekos meshed his fingers, then stretched his arms out before him like a surgeon preparing for an intricate operation. He parted his hands, then wiggled his fingers- as if he were about to do something which required a great amount of finesse. Drain Knowledge, at least how he used it, wasn't like making a gentle incision with a scalpel and using tweezers to pull out what he wanted.

In his execution, it was more like a wrecking ball smashing through the side of a building. Then a bunch of psychic Jawas poured in through the hole and grabbed everything worth grabbing. In this case they would be pocketing files pertaining to the Order of the Grey and whatever other important nonsense the Feanor was up to. The memories were in there, locked away, whether the current occupant was aware of it or not.

"Very well, your grace, but the sentenced must first be put into a susceptible state. Guards?" Adekos beckoned some of the Blackblades standing around. "Break her legs, please. If she is not unconscious by the end of that, beat her until she is."

Adekos normally hated engaging in violence towards women. He found it unbecoming of a man of his stature. That was why he had other people do it for him. Besides, impudent little toads, such as Alexandra, were genderless in the eyes of the Umbaran. The indicated Blackblades, three in total, moved forward to follow through on this request. If this didn't work, there was always removing some digits with a lightsaber.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Adekos"]

Hel would growl at the man, apparently he had not known Alex knew memory rub for six and a half years now but hey, how was he suppose to know that himself. None the less she was left there and her legs broken, the brain having been rubbed before Alex had left to leave Hel with a mind that would only gain her more pain. Alexandra would be privy to the sight of a crippled Hel once she got into the netheworld but until then Hel shouted words that will never come true. "I will return you worm, once i kill her i will return and i will erase you from existence too." Shame those words would never come true, hel had been left to once more disappoint the Sith and Alex had gotten her retribution upon the woman for all the lives lost. So now all that was left was for Hel to be found to retain none of Alex's memories now that the body had been memory rubbed by Alex during the entire shifting of auras.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Lady Hel"]

Adekos merely sniffed in response."Are you still conscious?"

The Blackblades continued beating the ever-living daylights out of the woman until this was rectified.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Adekos"]

Hel was out cold and sadly too quickly, seeing as the woman deserved more than just broken legs.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Vrag"]

Somewhere, in another universe, a man smiled behind a computer as he typed words onto a forum. Hel suffering and suffering for what she had done and the sick pleasure coming from seeing this being almost palpable in the air. Hel loved to cause pain, but was a whining schutta when it came to receiving it. Like a True Sith, hypocrite to the end,

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Lady Hel"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

With Alexandra now unconscious, Darth Adekos could begin his work. He thanked the Blackblades for their service and waved them away, crouching down beside the unconscious woman. The Umbaran placed a hand to her head (and he now sorely wished he had gloves- who knew what diseases this insipid whore carried), and immediately detected something was wrong. Instead of a wrecking ball smashing through duracrete, it was more like... Bumping into a cardboard facade, which then fell over and revealed and endless white void. Blank space. Nothing. Adekos had already suspected that Alexandra was a mindless, idiotic human being with no coherent thoughts, but this was far too literal.

"It appears as though she has erased her own memories, my lords." Adekos rose, nodding his head apologetically as he faced the judges and the Wrath of the Dark Lord. "Fortunately, there is another way to obtain what we seek. Albeit requiring more... Brutal methods."

He turned to the jury. "Are there any members of the audience who would like to remove one of the defendant's arms?"

 

[Vrag]

Cool eyes followed the proceedings, the mind behind them more alert since things had picked up in pace. She wasn't particularly fond of politicking, and the court was starting to bore her. A lightsaber would've saved them all a lot of their precious time — time that had been, regrettably so, wasted on back-and-forth with the Jedi — but it wasn't her place to decide what to do with traitors.

Still, she was more than happy to move when opportunity presented itself; stretch her legs, so to speak. The woman moved from her position, nostrils flaring in delight at the sound of breaking bones. The femur was tough, and she could certainly appreciate the technique employed by the summoned Blackguards. Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes as the woman screamed her empty threats, trying to push the mental illness defense to the last, the firrerreo stepped onto the podium, looking down upon the deformed shape of the accused. The Voices had spoken, and now the Hand would strike, it was only fitting.

"I will do it." Her words lacked flair in comparison to the poetic that the man before had waxed not minutes ago, but Vrag had always been a woman of deeds. In an effort to prove just that, the armored figure turned to the unconscious body on the floor again, and her upper lip curled in disgust at the sight.

The red beam hissed to life in the pregnant silence left in the wake of [member="Lady Hel"]'s cry, and in one swift, clean cut, Vrag would sever her right arm at the shoulder, separating the humerus from the scapula as the blade would pass through the acromion and coracoid process. The inherent properties of the lightsaber would make sure that the traitor wouldn't bleed out before their eyes, but there was nothing preventing the excruciating pain from gripping her broken form.


[member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Silara"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [ [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Reverance]

He watched approvingly, suddenly saddened by the lack of additional oranges. Maybe...he eyed his arm, thinking about the process of eating tattooed flesh. He wondered if it would taste any different, all inked up. He gave a wandering gaze to [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"], internally debating the whole dark meat verse white meat argument, before returning to the entertainment at hand.

[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Vrag"]

 

[Spark Finn]

The sudden lack of citrus. The catch of an unhidden lustful gaze between an acolyte and a knight that failed to notice. A talking and walking cetacean. A pawsy-Ewok. The literal cutting of limbs off.

All these things were taken in by a pair of gray-blue eyes beneath glass lenses followed by a slow blink.

Well, swiggity-swoot.

Quieter than a Nabooian mouse, the door in the back opened and closed shortly after.

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

The young lady of a Sithspawn quietly sighed at the lack of a response of any kind.
"I suppose it could wait."
Her feral orange eyes closed shut, and in the Force, the proverbial tendrils of her mind began probing her memory for any 'trail' of the woman Alexandra.
The Force was a strange thing, ever-binding and intertwined. It was in all things, living and inanimate in the galaxy, and could move to all places. Many years ago, a younger and naive Saera had distrust of the woman known as Alexandra, and had covertly cast the Sith Orb at the woman. A piece of Alexandra's Life Force was captured. It had never been consumed or transmuted for the purposes of healing. With it, Saera could use it like a leash, an anchor that bound Alexandra to herself -- to the orb -- and forever prevented her escape. It had been done several times throughout history, albeit typically at the will of the dark soul. For all intents and purposes, the woman's ghost was bound to Saera's dark orb, fated to soon possess it for the rest of their days.
Once Saera was clear of the core worlds, her ploy could begin. In the mean time, she watched and waited.
A subtle, menacing grin gently swept across the young witch's cheeks.
"Vanessa." The words escaped like poison, though but a whisper. "When this is all over... please come seek me. Our home depends on it."
Clad in shadowy black silk, the girl simply stood at ease, a mere apprentice by her master's side.

[member="Enigma"] | [member="Lady Hel"]​

Spoiler

Before everyone screams and cries, I've done nothing and these writers have agreed to my plans. This is also the Open RP Forum, tag or not. Again, I've done nothing to disturb anyone and will continue not to, out of respect for the writers and trial.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The cetacean again waves his flipper dismissively. "No need for groveling, Mr. Mirtis. I regret having to put you through the meat-grinder of red-tape, but we must be thorough! Hauum. Wouldn't want anyone getting assassinated under my watch, you know. Bad for business."

He turned to [member="Darth Ferus"], all massive smiles. "Gratitude, Krest. Finally tired of the Ession lot? No matter. I welcome your return with open arms."

The Herglic bobbed his head, a ponderous motion for such a large head on such a stout, short neck. "Well then, [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"], Ferus, I return the trial."

Rolling steps carried him back into the court room, where pitch-black eyes found the prone form of Feanor, one arm missing. Blubbery brows rose in consternation. [member="Vrag"] stood over the body. Dead then? Ah, no, that chest yet shuddered and fell, clinging to life. Orcus stared at the dismembered arm lying on the ground. He clutched a flipper to his rumbling belly. All this bureaucracy had left him rather peckish.

He lumbered forward, passing through the ring of Blackblades, many of whom panted lightly from their exertions of beating the living daylight out of the woman, until he stood beside Vrag. Orcus casually stooped and picked up the arm. "I assume you won't need all of this?"

The Herglic Darth nodded to himself. "Good."

Then he opened his expansive maw and in one quick, clean snap of his jaws bit off three fingers.

Orcus chewed

Munch, munch, munch. Hmmm, no bile at all. Not doughy either. Much more stringy than he'd thought, with hints of citrus. Munch, munch.

"Ahhh, delicious."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Særa Ayña Sin"]

Very well. She winced at the taking of [member="Alexandra Feanor"]'s arm by [member="Vrag"], but then again, it wasn't like there was much else for her to do aside from watch.

She had failed.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Reverance"]

"Lord Orcus!" Adekos cried in dismay as the towering Herglic snatched up the arm and... Took a bite.

The Umbaran threw up in his mouth. Not because a whale had just bit off the fingers of a still-twitching arm, but because of who that arm had belonged to. Did he have any idea how many diseases someone as disgusting as Feanor carried? Surely enough to make even a Neimoidian flinch. A hand went up to cover his mouth, meant to at least partially cover the expression of total revulsion that splayed across his face. Orcus had tampered with evidence. Technically this had no bearing on what he intended to do, but it was the principle of the matter.

Also he wanted an excuse to further torment Feanor.

"Well, now that's no longer of use to anyone. Finish your snack, Orcus. And do try to remember that we are in court. We must remain civilized." Darth Adekos turned back to Vrag, hand still over his mouth. "Take off her other arm, please."