The Cut of Betrayal (Ordo and invited)

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn looked at [member="Mia Monroe"] and immediately recognized that brief, yet desperate plea for help. Both hands would rise to her temples as she rubbed them gently, slow circles as she pressed the soft tissue and muscle beneath it. Could she interfere? She knew how, but was it right?[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]

‘Everything you believe in is in question.’ The thought passed through her mind. ‘Master [member="Shule Windspeaker"] had a discussion on something similar to this not too long ago.’ Her eyes would close as she focused on the situation at hand. Ordo had committed the crimes against the Galaxy, but he wasn’t himself. He was taken over by this Dark Lord of the Sith, if memory served her well – this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. When she was at the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin Four, oh so long ago, a certain young Jedi was possessed by a Dark Lord of great power and went on a killing spree of his own. One might even say he committed worse atrocities than Ordo by possessing a weapon of tremendous power – The Sun Crusher.

‘We forgave him, brought him back into the Order and he turned out to be great if remember reading the text that survived correctly, why is this different?’ She opened her eyes to look at the form of Ordo a few meters ahead of her. ‘It isn’t, except the culture.’ She took a deep breath and gave herself a nod. A specific task is what she was brought here for, and that task would be done but it would be done the way she wanted it done. Her gaze fell briefly on Kyr and then back to Ordo.

The Mandalorians wanted Ordo cut off from the Force, so be it…

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

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

Ordo took a breath as he heard her foot falls behind him. Years as a soldier were just as good as any force sense at times. He could feel their eyes on his scar covered back, hear their breath as they thought of what was coming, and feel the tension in the air as they stood ready for him to react like most caged war machines did...violently.

There would be no violence however, not from him. He turned his body slightly as his sister crouched beside him, her beskar heart softening slightly as she whispered to him.

"I know." He said as he knelt. His deep voice like a morning fog slowly rolling past scarred lips, "I'm ready."

There was no bravado. He wanted no sympathy. They could do nothing to him that he felt would be undeserved. There was blood on his hands whether he had control or not didn't ease that. He would not fight, he would not lie or excuse. He was ready.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

She managed a sad smile. "At least one of us is." she murmured in reply. Rising to her feet, she placed a kiss a top his head and moved away, drawing in a deep breath as she did. He wold take whatever was thrown at them, because he felt he deserved it. Maybe he did, maybe he deserved every ounce of pain coming his way. To Mia this was unessecary. This was low, lower perhaps than the sith themselves.

What put them above the One SIth was their ability to forgive. What gave them strength over the one sith was their unrelenting devotion to each other. This wasn't about one power, about one person's control over all, but about a family covering each others back. You stuck by family no matter what, even when they turned their back on you. She settled her gaze on [member="Strider Garon"]. "Remove the ysalmari." the instruction was at the guards not him. "If you are going to do this, you need to make it publicly know it is being done. Else this is a waste."

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

 

[Strider Garon]

"Remove the nutrient tube!' Strider commanded one of the commandos that held back at the door. The soldier hustled quickly, grabbing the lizard filled tube and quickly removed it from the room. Once the commando had took the tube far enough, all those with in the room that had an affinity to the force would have their connect restored instantly. Made Strider some what nervous as he stood their amongst four masters, one of them being Ordo himself.

He looked at Mia "They will all know" His short answer riveted with anger and the lust to strike out at the man that he held prisoner. Being this close, with in arms reach of a man that had committed possibly the most heinous betrayal of Mando'ade history tempted Strider to be very uncivil. Problem was, as much damage his mind imagined him dong upon the great and fallen warrior his heart still filled with love for him. "They will all know after we are done with him here". If he had announced to Mand'alor and the rest, Clan Ordo would be upon this ship in force. The little atomic bomb known as Ginnie would tear this ship open like a hot knife to butter to get her father back while Anija and Rianna probably tear the old man apart, piece by piece. SO was the loyalty and love for the Great Ordo.

Strider's eyes would bare upon Ordo's "You are to be cut from the force! If you resist, I will put you down myself" He threaten, his voice as cold as ice. He would then tack a few steps back out form the cell, his hands resting upon his EE-3 carbine that had been strapped to his chest with a quick draw sling.

"Get on with it" Strider would relay to the force master's with in the room to begin the process. There was a medical team on standby just down the corridor in-case such a task pushed them too far beyond their own strength.

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

 

[Rianna Organa]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ordo"]
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Medical task force waiting area

It was one of the things Rianna did was to see to the health of the prisoners. There must be some major movement this trip the team had been placed on alert and told to wait in this area.

She thought she heard the voice of Strider Garon, the Hound of Keldabe. She wasn't sure. While they waited Rianna was drafting a letter to Jas'ika. He was off undercover a practice they did not fully agree on. As she tapped out the second line she was suddenly felt the presence of her riduur.

But that wasn't possible. Walking slowly toward the door she reached out "Ordo" she called Telepathically, waiting. Not expecting a reply. She began to look to the force. Where was he. He couldn't be here. This was prison. No.

She opened the door. There were others. She looked down the corridor. Someone called her name. But she did not hear. She called again. "Ordo?" Her breath caught in her throat as she waited.

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn sighed heavily as she approached [member="Ordo"] cautiously. It wasn’t that she was afraid, it was more so than she knew what she was doing was like a death sentence to any individual who felt the Force and used it in their everyday walk of life. As she approached him, she would quietly kneel before him, one knee touching the ground slowly before the other made contact. Her heels would come to press against her backside and her hands would rest upon her lap as she looked up at the man on her knees before her.

He was a stout man, and bore the eyes of someone who had knew mercy but unfortunately was unable to get any due to some Code she didn’t understand herself. Ember would, but he wasn’t here. Aaralyn looked over her shoulder at [member="Jared Ovmar"] briefly and whispered. “I need a moment to sort’ve prep him if you will…” She would then turn back to [member="Strider Garon"]. “And as he was a friend of my father, I’d like to discuss something with him.”

She didn’t care for a reply as her violet gaze came back to face [member="Ordo"]. Her head would tilt to the left briefly and her eyes would narrow for a moment. “What do you feel as you look at me infront of you?” The question itself might be confusing for him, given his current state, so she’d help him along. “Do you feel fear? Remorse?” She paused briefly and reached up with her hands to grasp one of his and take it within her own, clasping it gently. “Do you remember anything of which you did?”

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

"No matter what you must face you must handle all alike, when you are the anvil, bear, and when the hammer strike." Ordo had said that to a few over the years. It was an old poem the smith Edrik had taught him. He kept his hands in place but when the lizard-thing was removed his breath caught.

"Cyar'ika." He whispered knowing she would hear, "I hold you in my heart."

He remained still. He had to, or risk worse than a loss of a part of himself. Strider's words were non-negotiable it seemed and he could not blame him in the least. Ordo desperately reached for his wife in his mind until the woman he knew from some where came to question him.

"Acceptance....it was these hands that killed, these lips that gave orders and these eyes that watched brothers die and I could do nothing." His voice was calm, low, tired, "i remember everything."

He looked at the woman in the eye.

"Can I see my Riduur?"

 

[The End Narrator]

[SIZE=10pt]‘Riduur?’[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She thought to herself. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]‘What in the blaz-‘[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She’d almost turn to [member="Mia Monroe"] in question and then to [member="Strider Garon"] but then it hit her – hard. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]‘His wife…?’[/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]She simply nodded softly and motioned towards Strider. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“You do realize that if something happens or if there is conflict, they will try to put you down, don’t you?” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] She whispered softly to [member="Ordo"] as she cusped his hand tightly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The man before her would nod solemnly and he went to speak more but Aaralyn let go of his hands and interrupted him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I need to know something Ordo, before I ask that she come here.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]She paused briefly.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“And I want the truth.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]She remained kneeling infront of him, her gaze faltering to look down at the ground between them. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Did my father come to you, during your time of darkness?”[/SIZE]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna was inching along using her senses to find [member="Ordo"] walking slowly the rooms that filled with a dark void she knew were not where she needed to be, she needed. She stopped here, there were guards outside the door they looked at her.

They knew who she was, her gaze went from one visor to the other. She could sense their apprehension they were wondering if she would try to get past them. What a fool notion, of course she was. "My riduur is inside there isn't he?" She asked in a calm voice.

There were others inside there as well, she recognized only one other. The others were signatures that were unfamiliar to her. Rianna took a step forward, she looked from one to the other. They normally would not have made a move to stop her from entering but this was different.

"Master Jedi, Burc'ya Rianna, we cannot allow you inside unless the Field Marshall allows it" Rianna bit her tongue she stared at the door, "Who is inside there with my riduur?"

There was some nervousness now from them, she tilted her head. "If your riduur was standing in my place, and that was you in this room what would you want" She asked to Rianna this was about respect.

"We do not know all the names of those present"

Rianna took a deep breath who was beyond the door, "Fine then tell the Field Marshall I wish to see my riduur" Let him deny her this.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Mia Monroe"]​

 

[Ordo]

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Ordo looked up at Aaralyn and nodded.

"He and I spoke breifly but he left and I haven't seen him since. " Ordo said as he began drawing on the force. He drew on it as quickly and in as much as he could hold his very skin began to glow for a moment, which sent the troopers into a frenzy of muzzles pointed at him.

"He looked up and reached out to Rianna with a feeling of sorrow as if to apologize for everything she had been through. The air crackled and sparked as the blaster packs in the room were drained by the force. Then, as suddenly as he had drawn on the force his force presence winked out and he slumped forward out of breath and exhausted. The force would not be sensed in him at all beyond maybe residual presence of life. He woukd need rest but the threat of him being a dark monster was gone.

 

[Rianna Organa]

The sensation that began at the nape of her neck, as the hairs slowly stood up the beginning of a warning of something getting ready to happen. Flashes of images too quick for her to realize. She looked at the door, and then to the guards.

She could feel Ordo now, feel him just beyond the door the sadness of their life together of what she had been through. Did he not realize that she knew what he had been through how a dark presence had taken a good man's intentions and fears for the family to a place where it twisted it until everything went into the darkness.

The intent, NO she yelled through the force.

She felt everyone about him go dark, nothing HE WASN'T THERE.

Rianna her fears overwhelmed her good sense. Clasping her hands together before her staring at the door as if it were the offender she pushed each hand hard one right one left shoving the guards away.

She could feel an anger building, no , no bringing her hands level to her shoulders she twisted her hands till she knew she could feel the entire door in her power and then with everything that she could draw from she suddenly pulled her hands towards her

The door, the innocent victim made unnatural noises as it was ripped from the hinges and flew past her to crash into the wall behind her. She looked inside and could see Jas'ika sittting there.

Those in the room she did not have eyes for she moved with exceptional speed to his side, suddenly kneeling there. She touched his arm, and then his face.

"Jas'ika..." her temper was falling away knowing he was here, even if she could not sense him. She looked to [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] a woman she did not know but she could feel her presence in the force. But she had not done this, there was no evidence of it.

All the evidence seemed to focus on the fading brilliance in the force that was [member="Ordo"] presence. "Jas'ika why? We might have been able to prove" It did not matter did it. He had chosen this path. She knew the reason, for it to be over.

To pay a price for it.

She believed in him still. Perhaps that would be enough for a while.

She looked at the faces in the room, and suddenly hoped she hadn't hurt anyone. "Are you finished with him, can I take him home now?"

The one place where all sins were forgiven, and war dare not step across the threshold.

 

[The End Narrator]

A barrier as natural as blinking an eyes concealed the form of Aaralyn Rekali - a protection within the Force as the nexus of energy from both [member="Ordo"] and [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] concurrently swarmed about. When the chaos settled, she gazed upon the broken form of [member="Ordo"], no longer able to feel his presence within the Force. She felt a pity within the depths of her stomach as she rose from her kneeling position and sighed heavily. "I don't see any reason for him to be kept." She spoke to Rianna before looking to [member="Strider Garon"]. With that she stepped over the debris and the fallen, groaning forms of the Mandalorian guards and out of the cell.