The Cut of Betrayal (Ordo and invited)

[Strider Garon]

Location: Above Myrkr
Abaord the Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught


The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught exited hyperspace without her escort, from Esfandia. The Mandalarian command ship had made a hasty exit from that campaign once they had unexpectedly captured the most wanted man in Mando'ade space. Ordo has been caught and placed in Strider's custody and resides now in the brig, ysalamri tubes and ray shield kept one of the Galaxies greatest warriors confined with in a cell.

Sitting, upon the command chair of the Ash'amur, Field Marshal Strider Garon tried his best to keep a stoic appearance but deep with in him his very soul was conflicted with with a roller coaster of grief, anger, rage and sadness over the prize he had been given. Ordo was more then just a brother to Strider, he was a son or that is how he had always treated and loved the man. He was a true warrior of their cutlure and his betrayal cut deep into the Mando'ade along with the death of Gilamar at his hands. That day on Empress Teta Strider had lost two loved ones. But was there a chance to regain some of the loss? His thoughts were troubled, his eyes were worn with exhaustion as he continued to abuse the readiness of his Spiced Caffa.

Strider had sent out encrypted messages to special interested parties to meet on this location. There was a task at hand that needed doing before Strider's true work was to begin. If all in all, Ordo was the Dark Lord of the Sith and at the very least the evil force wuzzard needed such devastating power severed from his grasp. The Call was out to those that had the skill and the will to do such a feat.

He took a long sip of his Caffa, silence had fell upon the bridge for a very long time since Esfandia but he was sure of it that Mia won't be able to contain herself much longer. Strider could see it in the woman that there was a confrontation brewing with conflict of interest.

"Spit it out, Mia!" Strider snarled with his deep resonating tone after gulping the godlike liquid stim.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

The bridge might have bee quiet, but the air was vibrating with the tension. This was not what was supposed to happen, this was not what she had planned. She padded silently to an fro in front of Strider, a fire burning in her chest. Why was she angry? Because Strider had refused her access to her brother, to the man she was trying so desperatly to protect. It was too easy to point the finger at the nearest person. She knew her anger lie deeper than that, that it was more about her own failings.

His snarl brought her to a halt, and she smacked the caffa cup clean out of his hand. "Don't you growl at me, you old bastard." she snapped at him. Turning away, she ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. "This witch hunt ends here. It stops now, whatever it is you are planning...dont."

There was a pleading in her eyes as she looked at him again. "He is not what you think he is."

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider watched as his mug skidded and bounced across the durasteel floor with its clatter echoing through out the bridge and its contents spread about. His old eyes bared upon the heated woman before him, will power was all that stalled the veteran warrior from reaching out with his hands and avenging the death of his coffee by choking the woman. Exhaustion and frustration was obvious aliment that plagued them both. He took a deep breath in and then exhaled to cool himself before continuing his communication with the female Marshal.

"Is he not a traitor? Is he not a murderer? Was he not a self proclaimed dark lord of the sith that had deceived us all?" Strider snapped back, his temper rising. He understood fully what Mia was going through. The derogatory terms he had been discribing Ordo was just that. He man was a brother, a son a famous mando. But right here and now Strider could not let such slip through his mouth, it caused to much pain to speak family of him.

"Today a dark lord dies" He promised referring to his plan on severing Ordo from the force permanently. Mia was privy to the agenda since she was the only other senior officer aboard and had all rights. "What we can salvage afterwards is what we have to work with. He has crimes to answer for"

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Arage Bao]

A calm voice sounded throughout the bridge, this voice did not belong to Jared Ovmar or at the very least he did not look like that particular Lord of the Fringe. This man seemed to be someone else, someone who had heeded the call and request, the unassuming man had come with the recommendation of the female Marshal present.

And the voice said.

"I am afraid I have to agree with Monroe here, that man is not the Dark Lord of the Sith."

After dropping that bomb on Strider, he lit up a cigarette and soon smoke curled up all around his features.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"If he is the Dark Lord, then who leads the sith now?" she snapped back. She's seen the reports from Teta. She knew that Ordo had died upon his surrender to Azrael, shot by a clone. Her clone. She blew a sigh out of her nostrils and hooked her thumbs through her belt loops. the further her hands were from Strider, the lesser the temptaion was to hit him.

"You have no idea, what happened to him, what he was made to do." Yet even as she spoke, she found her argument wavering as conversations came back to her. The Dark Lord was not always in control, and the only word she had about what he had and hadn't done was his. Could she trust that word? Would he lie to her?

And what of her? She who had died and risen in a new body, granted the same trust and access as she had before and yet the only ones they had ever known to return, were those unable to let go. Were sith. It was no secret what Mia had in her head, yet she was never condemned, never questioned, they simply accepted what she said.

"I should have killed him when I had the chance."

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

"And not to mention." The calm voice added between puffs of smoke. "If that man there had been the -Dark Lord-? We'd probably be dead right now, maybe worse."

 

[Strider Garon]

"What he was made to do?" Strider snorted in disgust. The man killed a mand'alor and responsible for many vode' death. Strider did not have all the facts, he was not enlighten other unnatural influence at work. All he had was the hard evidence. Ordo became sith, called himself the Dark Lord and betrayed the Mandalorians as a whole. "You probably should have killed him!" It would of been a mercy to what was about to come his way.

Strider would then focus on Jared, the rogue master who was here on Strider's invitation. He was a tool to be used to sever the condemned man from the force. "Thank you Master Ovmar for your speedy answer and arrival" He tried to be smooth with his appreciation but there was much regret and hurt in him. "Ordo is sith, he killed vode and deceived us. Before he starts answering for such crimes I will have you take the force from him. At least this way, no matter what he can never use the force for such evil again." He informed the rogue master " Do you agree?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"Don't answer him!" she yelled at [member="Jared Ovmar"]. She wasn't done yet, she wasn't ready to give up this fight just yet. She planted herself firmly in Striders line of sight, blocking his view of Ovmar. Whatever partnership she had with him was irrelevant now. This was a family matter, and as far as Mia was concerned, Jared could go feth himself.

"Sever him from the force. Fine. But you do it for the right reasons. Right now, this is a quest for vengeance, right now the only thing you can see is all of them staring lifeless up at you because of what you percieve him to have done. You are looking for a scapegoat, and you want that scapegoat to suffer, you want him to feel every ounce of pain you do." Her voice was wavering now.

"Have you looked him in the eye yet? Maybe if you did, you might see that he already feel more than you do. He knows the blood is on his hands. Torturing him will not make this any better!"

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

"No I have not" He admitted, but torture? She makes it sound like the old man wants to do it. Ordo needs to be processed, interrogated and if such tactics are needed to get the right answers then so be it. Plus, the Mando'ade would expect Strider to take some hide from the traitor. The families of those that had been lost want revenge, the want Ordo's head on a pike and placed outside the Oyu'baat. "I will have plenty of time to stare soon enough"

"I will do what is necessary, Mia!" The old warrior retorted back, his voice harsh with guilt. "I do my own dirty work!" Plus, it was better him doing it then someone else. Strider would not have it any other way. He would not allow any other vode in the cell or anywhere near Ordo for that very fact. There are some, like Mia, that love the man so much they would risk everything for him. "Don't get in my way!" He warned harshly.......

This was now the time Strider stood from his command chair. He wasn't extending to his full height to intimidate Mia, if that was even possible, no he wanted to finally get on with this. He stepped down and sidestepping around the tenacious woman making for the blast doors. "Come Master Ovmar! We have work to do" He insisted before this situation grew to a domestic dispute.

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

The moment Strider had gotten to his feet, she knew she had lost. He was done listening to her, he was done hearing what he already knew. Mia could see it in his face. She stepped back, a sign of stepping down from the fight. She understood why, she knew what they all wanted and it was her words on coruscant that had led to this. She had declared him dar'manda.

Before either of them could leave the bridge sge spoke up. "Babuir," she called, all animosity gone from her voice as she moved to catch them up. "You will need more than one Master to sever him, and I would like to see him before you process him."

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Arage Bao]

A whisper reached Monroe's mind and contained a simple message.

"Time to choose, Monroe."

Ovmar didn't show any signs of strain, instead he simply sniffed rather heavily, before starting after Strider.

 

[Strider Garon]

'Ba'buir'! Any other day Strider would of despised being called grandfather, especially by a young beautiful woman. But, it was the closet that this woman has ever called him to family and today was a day he needed it. A mountain of a task was a head of him. Dark paths he was going to brave for the better good of his people and his kin. No matter how hard or how painful it will be to travel, Strider knew he would have to do it. But, he did not need to travel the path alone and he picked up on the hint Mia was getting at. IT was a huge risk letting her in but such a risk could pay off. Ovmar would need aid in severing Ordo and Strider has called out to other masters of the force. But, maybe if one that loved the man would be better suited for the job or at least be there when it happens.

With a deep breath of relent his eyes would lock on to Young Mando's. "You can come! Be of help" He informed "But, if you try to quell what need to be done I will strike you down". He would wait at the blast door for her answer, Rogue Master Ovmar in tow.

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Taking a deep breath Mia nodded. "I will not stand in your way." She said moving towards him. "Haat, ijaa, haa'it."

As she joined them, whatever emotion she bore was wiped from her face, she slipped behind the mask. One that would only last until she saw Ordo, that much she knew. Her part in this was to protect him as best she could. Severing him from the force would help that, but the rest? How could she stay Strider's hand if she promised not to stand in his way?

She didn't so much as glance at Ovmar as they made there way to Ordo. She'd once communicated with an entire mandalorian fleet with telepathy. Holding a conversation with him was hardly distracting.

What am I to chose between? This is my family. These are the people who have stood by me through hell and back.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn emerged from the darkness holding a holo cube in her right hand, she gently tossed it in the air and suddenly reached out to snatch it before it fell mid-way. “You do realize that there is no going back from this path, which you walk, right?” She looked to [member="Strider Garon"] with the same violet eyes that her father held. A slender eyebrow raised to its peak following the question she threw out at him.

She raised a hand before Strider, not attempting to provoke him, as she was clearly out of her comfort zone and her father was no longer present. “Severing the Force isn’t an easy feat for starters but it also isn’t an end-game.”

She lowered her hand and gently tucked away the holo cube. “There are alternatives to this.”

 

[Ordo]

A cell...a cell where the pull of the force was gone. His yired grey-green eyes stayed closed as he sat alone with his thoughts. He had known this would come. He knew they wanted vengeance. He didn't blame them, if he had been in their shoes, the deed would have been done by now. The relief of knowing it would be over soon was a bitter sweet thing and he wished he could have tild Rianna before he was taken.

Scar covered forearms rested on his knees as he sat on the lone chair in the room. His bare back and chest a map of the galaxy written in old wounds. He had been scarred for so long he couldn't remember what he had looked like before. How many times had his broad back tasted a lash? How many times had he sown his own fkesh together?

"Does it matter anymore?" He asked himself, his deep voice to loud for his ears in the silent cell.

He let the sound fade as he opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, the same hands that had killed the Dark Lord's body, and the hands that same Sith had used to do terrible things. Their were people that wanted blood. He didn't need the force to tell him that. He hoped it would bring them peace.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Strider Garon]

"Master Rekali!" The Marshal would acknowledge his presence and her input on the current situation at hand. There were many techniques at hand that could do the similar job, this was the one that Strider had chosen. Three masters in the field of the force all stood before him as he contemplated the next step "I understand what i ask of you three will be a hard feat to complete and I assure i do not come to this decision lightly. I have weighed all options short of killing Ordo and this is what it has come down to"

He lead them towards the turbo lift that will bring them down to the deck level the containment cells were located, where their prisoner Ordo was held. "You three are here on your own free will. You understand fully what I am asking and what it entails for him. So..... lets get on with it" Strider's deep resonating voice was filled with impatience. This was painful, there were a thousand places in this galaxy he would rather be but he knew this was where he was needed most.

The Turbo lift would make quick on the descent. He would march forth, leading them all to the holding cells where a squad of supercommandos held guard. Strider didn't take any chanced with Ordo. He was a clever warrior and would be unwise to underestimate his capabilities. The Commandos would move aside as Strider nodded to them. The door opened exposing Ordo beyond, trapped behind a ray shielded cell. Strider stepped into the room, He wouldn't know the effects of a Ysalarmi Lizard felt like, but the three force masters with him would quickly notice their connection would be severed the moment they entered the room.

This was the first time he has seen his long lost friend, brother at arms and pseudo son. His old brown eyes zeroed in on the prisoner's as he marched in and up to the cell. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he continued his stare down of the man behind the reddish ray. "Ordo!" The very name escaping his lips felt like saw dust and hard to swallow. "Back of the Cell, On your knees and hands clasped behind your head" He commanded shrewdly and sharply, testing the prisoner's compliance level. If he complied and followed direction the man would be in a easy position to control encase he tried to react. Also Strider wanted to drop the ray shield, he wanted to talk to the traitor face to face.

[member="Ordo"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Ordo looked up as he heard the door open. Ordo stood up slowly as he saw Strider coming and felt the lump in his throat turn into a boulder. He couldn't look at the others at first the tears in his eyes as he thought of what harm he must have caused to have them all come together to see him finally brought down for good. Ovmar surprised him but after the things he had shown the man he couldn't fault him. Mia he knew would come and the thought of begging her to kill him surfaced nearly instantly. The final woman he didn't know as well as the others but he would be lying if he said he didn't recognize a Rekali when he saw one. He had know Rach, Ember had been a very close friend and had things gone differently this woman would have been no less than family.

The man's word brought Ordo back to his senses and the look of sadness that had gripped him deepened. He nodded once as his mouth began to feel as dry as a tatooine summer. His tatooed shoulder rolled to shake of some stiffness and he turned away. The scarred skin of his tortured back stretched as he put his big hands on the back of his head. Two heavy steps of his bare feet put him at the back of the cell and he sank to his knees with a muffle grunt. No words, he hadn't been asked to speak and he wanted this to satisfy them, they deserved that much.

 

[The End Narrator]

[SIZE=10pt]Aaralyn moved to the side to allow [member="Strider Garon"] to pass, as well as the others. Essentially, she was an outsider in this case – despite the deep connections her family had to the Mandalorians. All she could do was bring two fingers to her right temple, and rub gently as tried to think of ways to resolve the situation without conflict. Severing the Force was not something that could be taken lightly, regardless of the atrocities that [member="Ordo"] committed. She knew what had happened, she was on Empress Teta the first time and even so, if one would remember – She served under him as Darth Ira.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That information though, had zero relevance to the situation at hand and all that knew were either Sith Lords themselves, dead or didn’t matter. From the start, the conflict within her prevented her from slaying a thousand innocents on Coruscant as a sacrifice to the Goddess Vahl. It took the conflict on Serrapin and a good smack in the face with a Wall of Light to make her come to her senses. Between Ember and Boolon Murr, she was able to recover from the poison that started her downfall brought on by the Master Alchemist [member="Valik"] and the brainwash brought on by [member="Darth Isolda"] and the Ember of Vahl.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]One might say that Aaralyn could sympathize with the situation that Ordo faced – perhaps. As they reached the cell block and exited the turbolift, Aaralyn felt the bubble in the Force. That void that was all too familiar too her when she wasn’t able to sense or touch something when common sense dictated that something should be there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Ysalarmi...?" She questioned softly as she stepped off the turbo-lift. It had to be considering the fact that Mandalorians controlled Myrkr and had a nearly unlimited supply to those damned creatures. She made no inclination that she was going beyond a few steps beyond the [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333339691162px]turbo-lift[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] door, not wanting to actually [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333339691162px]penetrate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] the field. Although she coudln't see it, she could sense it was close, if not directly infront of her. A hand would rise up to test the area in her immediate front, trying to see if there was any loss of sensation but nothing came. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]For the moment, she was fine but she didn't want to push the boundaries - Not right now anyways. She needed to see Ordo in the cell and that was enough for her, but she didn't want to experience the discomfort of not being able to 'feel' for herself. She wasn't apart of the situation just yet, she still had to explain to Strider that just as fast as they could take the Force, he could get it back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]To lose the force was like losing a limb in essence – the mind still believes the limb is there in some cases, so nerve impulses are sent to that region of the body, thus causing twitches or pain. At times, one can experience what they believe is movement, even though there is nothing physical present. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She had experienced it for a duration on Myrkr for a period of time, during some training exercises during her journey – and the feeling wasn’t pleasant. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Mia Monroe"][/SIZE]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Ordo"] (just cuz)

They had gone just about far enough. Kyr stepped in front of Strider and the...whoever the shab they were and rested his hand on his blaster.

"Who are these people Garon?" Jendri said his hard brown eyes scanning the two non-Mandalorians. "Monroe you said would come but I'm not turning my catch over to Aruetise," he gave Rekali a look, "No matter how pretty they are. What's going on?"

Jendri was not a ranking Mando but he had fought Ordo up close and personal. He had not paraded the man arpund and he hadn't told anyone save Garon. In his eyes that earned him a right to some answers.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Make a choice.

Chose between her brother and her people. Did she have to chose? Was there not another way? The conversation around her faded into background noise as she began to chew the inside of her cheek, eyes distant and glazed. When the turbo-lift doors opened, Mia didn't move, she remained behind in the turbo lift, not because the ysalamari concerned her, but because her feet had become lead. With a deep breath she moved forward to stop next to Ember's daughter.

Everything about this felt wrong, but she'd given her word. She wouldn't stand in Strider's way. She looked at Aaralyn, a desperate plea in her eyes. It lasted for little more than a moment before she slid behind the mask again, stepping into the bubble she gasped slightly. It'd been a while since she'd been cut off like that. "No one is handing anyone over, Jendri. Stand down." Mia told him. Her voice sounded hollow.

She moved past him, past Strider and towards Ordo. She crouched beside him, her mask slipping slightly. "Ni ceta, ori'vod." her voice was barely above a whisper.

[member="Kyr Jendri"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]