The Great Jedi Convocation: Sigma Station (Open to All Jedi - Republic, Silvers, Levantines, etc.)

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

CONFERENCE ROOM

A ripple knocked against her temple painfully, and the Kiffar's eyes squeezed shut. Involuntarily, her grip tightened on the datapad of information. Something has just bitten into the clutches of The Force; not to rise again. For a moment, she held her breath. Who. Someone had just passed into The Force. She drew sharp breath as she tried to pinpoint the signature, but was unable. It hadn't been anyone she was near enough to, and couldn't target the direct source nor cause. She wouldn't have ever assumed Roberts the type.

The matter within the conference room temporarily distracted her from the pain of the death, and she blinked to attention. [member="Ashin Varanin"] was offering herself to subjugation again. The fact that this collection was considered a council both inspired and pained Kiskla. If only this united co-op was permanent; this was the problem with emotions. From them stemmed offences, and from offence stemmed wedges. Mostly political ones. "As much a council.." She mused under her breath, tucking her lips together tightly in thought. It was a stinging slap to the room's collective differences.

She leaned back in her seat, resting her datapad on the table. The agenda had taken a sharp turn to a matter that had been acknowledged a few times. [member="Sarge Potteiger"], Preacher, spoke to the subject first. It was a very condemning web of sentences he strung, and Kiskla touched her pouted lips in thought. Wondering on his words, and also the fact that this may have been the first time anyone had seen his face. From the story Ashin had told her on Necropolis, she had already spent at least a year without The Force. If they wanted to punish her, they had to know that it would have to be more than that. Ashin was a powerful force wielder, but her weight was political and persuasive.

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]'s offer was tempting, but his enemies were vague. From what he'd said earlier, it could be assumed The Republic was on the list of hostiles on Mand'alor's eyes.

"Your enemies are undefined, Mand'alor. You've already said The Jedi make you uneasy." She nodded in his direction succinctly. Preacher had already bitten the bullet.

Cerulean gaze flicked from the bearded Mandalorian to the woman with pronounced cheekbones and a certain weariness that plagued her visage. "You're coming before a body of..what, three councils Master Varanin; requesting a united decision to be made.

Collectively.

That's something that hasn't been done in years, from my understanding. What makes you think this group in attendance has the cohesive ability to agree on your sentence?

What Master Preacher speaks about you being the best and the worst is accurate. You've lived a long, full life. It would be inappropriate to end it simply out of convenience--- you're doing helpful things. And once you leave this station, I've a confidence you and your council will address Panatha as discussed.

To do so, you have to leave this station. A death sentence is not your out; adding your own blood to the stain on your hands ---" she shook her head. "No."

"From memory of your story, I recall that a life without The Force is not foreign to you.

Before this distant memory is ruled as a future for you," the blonde began, leaning forward "You've obviously thought about this." She clarified: "About having judgement passed. Your conscience bothers you, but it's your imagination I'm curious about. I'm sure you've considered the potential outcomes.

If you were facing this decision, as the Jedi Knight Ashin Varanin, what would be your deliberation. How would the woman of your past regard the woman of now."

As a rule, many of Kiskla's questions were exploratory. She was young and although she'd already condemned one while Grandmaster, she was mostly inexperienced at deciding fates. Options and honesty needed to be weighed and haste was not a route the redeemer would wander.


[member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Conference Room
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

He shook his head. "You misunderstand me Master Preacher. What I intended was to aid in her keeping. We personally do not wish to keep her on Mandalore. In our current state of affairs that would make no sense. No, what I would say is let her live as she does, with strings attached. Let her be our soldier to call upon when needed." He said this, spreading his arms wide as to encompass all of the room. "Let her power aid our fight against the Sith. Maybe my words were not as intended...But this was something I was not prepared to hear. To see. A perfectly honed beskad ready to be thrown to the pit."

"What I meant to say was, let us hold responsibility for Ashin's future actions." He winced internally. That had not gone as he had expected it to go. He hated diplomacy and politics. He always felt pressured, and that made him spit out...words that were less than favorable. This 'Preacher' though as they called him. Interesting fellow.

 

[Not Ordo]

INDOOR GARDENS

@A'dele Adonai [member="Boolon Murr"] EVERYONE IN THE GARDENS.

Kal Smiled and raised a hand briefly before the woman went to visit the Ithorian, who reminded him of his need to visit home. He continued his search gently taking seeds that were ready and leaving the ones that were not. The air was kept at a decent temperature although he felt the plants would be happier with a little music now and again, He certainly was. He walked around the little garden and took out his datacron and recoded that he had been here and that the Jedi were split into many branches. He also recorded that many disagreed on who was a "Real" jedi.

'Master Bnar would be insulted.' Kal thought. 'They've all forgotten who they were and where they had come from. Politics have split what was founded on something greater. It was so sad."

 

[Not Ordo]

CANTINA

The small green Jedi knight walked in and pushed passed knees on his way to the bar. His big eyes and nearly permanent smile still in place as he walked between another pair of legs and crawled up a stool. His small grey robe and pint sized lightsaber marked him as it did many others here as a Jedi, but among the Silver Jedi he was a Philosopher and Overseer of the Jedi Code. Where else would you find a philosopher but sit or in this case standing on a bar stool?

"A pint of something I will have." he said to the barkeep, "last me all night it should yes? hahaha. Yes, yes and then some."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Sparring Room

@whoever is there, I'm on my phone and I can't remember

The mand'alors 'attack dog' sat quietly in the corner of the room, watching the different fights. She'd come without weapons and without armour and she'd been told to stay on the ship. @Gilimar Skirata might have given the order for her to drop a fleet over Coruscant and stir the pot, but it was her face that was associated with the act.

So, as a compromise she'd stripped down to her tank top and black pants and left her armour and weapons on the ship. This was Jorus' show and she wasn't going to ruin it for him. She simply wanted to watch and learn. Hair stood on the back of her neck as a dark aura moved through the station, it was familiar some how but she couldn't place it.

She shook her mind away from it and turned her eyes back to the current fight.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Soliael Devin Talith | @Avalore Eden | @Zaren Bouqi | @Gilamar Skirata | @Rosa Gunn |@ @Jaxton Ravos | @Sarge Potteiger | @Karen Roberts |@Ordo | @Aeron Kreelan | @Kiskla Grayson | Jorus Merrill

To say the mood of the room had shifted is an understatement. Iella's eyes set and looked toward Ashin as she spoke, once again reaching out for contrition. Mostly the people in the room knew of Ashin's past, including Iella and she too had been in the Council Chambers when Ashin had approached the Jedi. That day she remembered well, Iella had been one of the people in the Chamber concerned by the sudden approach and had doubts about her motives at that time. But she too had experienced much since that day, as Ashin spoke of the Five, a greater understanding of this had come to her.

The other spoke firstly in reply to her request for sentence, Iella heard some of the conversation and as expected Master Grayson as inquiring as ever, one of the many things Iella admired of her, and wished to hear Ashin's response to her. However, Iella would offer an alternative.

"I will not pass the judgement of death on any sentient being. The removal of the force from someone, is not the answer when there are Jedi in the Galaxy that still know and hold compassion in their hearts. No one that seeks redemption should be denied it, so therefore my I suggest an alternative. To place Ashin in custody .. under the supervision of The Order of the Silver Jedi. I extend this offer to you all to consider. She would answer to me on a daily bases, be demonstrative in her will to contrition. I will also accept for her family to join her, as I don't believe that would be of value to separate a family, a child should be with both parents".

 

[Drifter]

Grand Banquet Hall


Ever so slowly, a head crowned with poofy black hair would rise from the edge of the table, his long blunt fingers rising to curl over the edge as big black eyes would hungrily stare at the banquet table before him.

FRUIT! NERF STEAK! NUNA LEGS! MUJA BERRY SALAD! CRAB ROTOVEN! ​

BREAD ROOT PATTY! NANA BAGWA'S LIVER AND ONION!​

Ohhhh he could practically swoon in delight. So. Much. Food.

There from the pits of his stomach came a most ferocious growl. His mouth would fall open, salivating in anticipation. Fingers well used to handling a sword would twitch in glee.

Oh joy of joys!

Rice!

 

[Adele Adonai]

INDOOR GARDENS

@A'dele Adonai Boolon Murr [member="Sochi Ru"] EVERYONE IN THE GARDENS.


A'dele would hear the vestiges of the Neti's commentary he was recording. Curiosity would seemingly grow over her lightly tattooed visage. Normally one to keep to herself, she decided to stray from her wallflower ways and came ambling quietly over to the Neti.

"And what foundations were they?" she'd asked.

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Hanger Bay


Nohemi Allaneh, ambassador for the Order of the White Current, would find her ship gently docking along Sigma Station. A snap hiss of the airlock locking into place would secure a firm seal.

The door would slide open, revealing a young dark haired woman in silvery white robes. Two Fallanassi adepts would flank her; Hathar and Juna, their lithe forms making Nohemi appear smaller than she truly was.

Escorts from the hanger bay would come to greet her, and in turn Nohemi would give a cordial incline of her head.

"Welcome Ambassador Allaneh."

"Thank you, I am most pleased to be here."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Conference Room

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Iella E'ron"] @Whoever else needs @ing

It was a hard decision to make. Jaxton was no fan of capital punishment, but neither was he a fan of just letting things go unpunished. There needed to be discipline, otherwise only more Matsu Ike's would arise in the Jedi, whatever name or creed they followed. While the Butcher of Metalorn was just that, a butcher, this woman had achieved a kill count that Matsu never would. She was the Conqueror of a Thousand Worlds, a Sith who'd raised one of the strongest and most persistent Sith in the era, many of which now still plagued the galaxy, scattered about attacking the galaxy in guerilla fashion. Many of the Jedi in this room didn't remember, but there were periods that the Sith Empire was thought to have

On the otherhand, he knew the men that had decided to call Ashin Jedi. He knew they wouldn't have made such a decision lightly. He knew people made mistakes, sometimes big ones, but Ashin's moves over the years weren't one of a girl making mistakes, but a woman shifting philosophies. She was still a Jedi nonetheless, but her time on the other side wasn't akin to a teenage fling. Ultimately Jaxton found himself at a loss, he was ill-prepared to make this decision. He wished Ashin would mailed them briefing or something beforehand "Oh, btw, I'm gon ask y'all a question, so look over this" or something like that, but as she hadn't Jaxton had only his gut and the Force to rely on. That, and the next few minutes before the decision was made.

"I regret that I've never really had the opportunity to meet you, but I did have the opportunity to meet Darron Wraith and Ben Watts. They were good men, good Jedi, men I'd trust with my life and if they say you're a Jedi I believe it." He said, picking his words carefully as he proceeded. "However, I am not Ben Watts, and I'm not Darron Wraith, and I don't know you well enough to make the decision they did. As Master Grayson suggested, I would like to know your opinion, but not from the perspective of the young Jedi Knight you were in the past, but as the experienced Jedi you are today. I don't know your full story, and I doubt there are more than a few, if any who can claim to know you through all of your stages in life. But you do, and you're a Jedi now. Your word has weight, especially to a man who knows you only by reputation." He finished, putting a lot of trust in the woman to be objective, but if she was the woman Wraith and Watts claimed her to be she'd have at least a little of it, and gathering a little more information, even biased as it was, was never a bad thing before making an ultimatum.

Ultimately he realized that the world wasn't black and white as many Jedi, even Swords, claimed it to be. No matter what decision was made, he'd likely regret for some time to come.

 

[Zion Krayt]

The Conference Room

The request that was made by Ashin Varanin had surprised the Jedi Knight, but he didn't say anything. She hadn't called upon him for an opinion, they didn't even know each other, and he was only a Knight, not a Master. He was content with just being present in the Conference Room, but deciding whether they should be killed, or strip of the Force? He could never answer either of those. He had never experienced what it's like without the Force, how to fight, how to live. For his whole life all he had known was...Jedi.

His whole family were Jedi, except his mom, but his uncle, father, and younger siblings were all Jedi. He knew he would be lost without the Force.

But he wouldn't say anything here, this was no place for Zaren Bouqi.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Talon watched the woman who had just willingly offered herself for judgement of the gathered Masters. It was noble, courageous, and not at all like a Sith or Darksider. They had come together to discuss working to police the galaxy and fight the darkside. However, she deserved a response.

"That wasn't on my list of topics to discuss." Talon said pulling out his datapad and acting confused as he looked at the datapad of the person beside him, "however, Master Varanin as someone who also turned themselves in for judgment not long enough ago, I admire your resolve. I sense no haughtiness in you, no defiance. If your desire to be fully redeemed is sincere my recommendation is that you be restricted to the company of a Master while you restudy the code and the conduct of what we all as jedi should attain to, but I can't agree to taking a life or severing the force from a repentant person. Only those the most rebellious and foolish of war criminals deserve that kind of punishment."

Talon folded his hands in his lap and leaned back in his chair. He had more to say on the boarder issue as well but he'd wait.

 

[Kitt Solo]

Cantina - anyone

She solidly bumped into [member="Ember Rekali"] on the way in. She muttered a half-apology with a slight giggle. Was the Southern Corellian a little tipsy even though she could drink the best Mandalorian under the table? Yes, yes she was.

'Sides, [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Ashin Varanin"] were here to do the real work on behalf of the Fringe. She was just here as a tourist. This would be a perfect opportunity to distract her thoughts away from a certain, bearded sith lord.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Cantina

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Seydon of Arda"]

"It's not the titles that bothers me. It's the attitude shown to those who are bending over backwards to help them in their war." she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose slightly clasping it between thumb and forefinger and massaging it slightly. "I want to be on the shores of Arda dipping my toes in the water, not here." she moved her hand away and knocked back the drink "Alas duty calls, and we must endure the judgement of others."

She reached to cup her husbands face pulling him in for another brief kiss, drawing back with a smile "At least you're with me."

A familiar aura rippled at the edge of her senses and she looked round, catching sight of Spencer as she pulled a child from her legs and rested her on her hip. A wave flashed her way. Rosa waved back with a wide smile. "I have to hand it to Jorus though," she continued looking back at her husband "He's done well to get us all in the same place."

 

[Seydon of Arda]

~Cantina

Seydon snorted into his cups, swirling some vile concoction suffused with too much coconut juice, sugar, and some bitterly fermented barley-rye. It went down as acidly as it tasted. He shifted slightly, cheeks pursed in, thoroughly soured. It took a half-minute before the revulsion scorching reflux up his esophagus stilled and he promised himself to chuck the bottle out the nearest airlock before the Convocation filtered out. The only bright lining was Rosa's subtle perfume floating over the alcohol reek, lips gently glossed from her kiss. The Dunaan witcher just smiled.

"Everyone's wary of agenda," He said, filling up a pair of thick-bottomed tankards with cream whiskey. "Captain Merrill's the only body in here with the acumen to make the pitch work. If only in getting folks to come and fill the negotiation seats."

Pausing, he sipped blithely, looking up at Rosa. She didn't see his hand come round to tickle her wrist, withdrawing before she could see. "Don't worry over the ingrates. Pride yields to truth, ultimately. We chose conscience over Code and despite it all? Here we are. Let's just wait for Jax to get out of the conference and we'll go from there. Jorus might need Levantine bodies to render some representation other than just himself. Just be on your guard against anyone looking to rile us."

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

SPARRING ROOM
[member="Mia Monroe"] @Je'gan Olra'en [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Ayden Cater"]

Aedan sat in a corner of the room taking note of Mia's presence the young man turned away and started to fiddle with his weapons his violet eyes flickering almost uneasily between a dim purple and the lively violet color they had once been. It was as if inside him a battle raged the victor yet unknown as he waited for the choice to be made the young man started to withdraw into himself as if hiding from those around him. He had changed over the years he had moved around and some of those changes scared him he had become what he claimed to hate almost. He had almost become a Sith now here he sat a Knight lost and confused unsure of how to continue forward.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen let out a small nod as he heard [member="Iella E'ron"]'s idea. "Being that I've friends in your order and the fact that losing the force is something I would see as a fate worse than death, I agree with this plan. However, I would first like confirmation. How confident are you that you could keep Ashin held back should she have an unlikely but incredibly unfortunate relapse?" He might not have had an office among the jedi, but he still had concerns in this matter.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Conference Room
[member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] |[member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Phylis Alince"]

"For those of you who think removal from the Force is tantamount to death, or worse even, I can only assume it's never happened to you. As Grandmaster Grayson mentioned, I've been in that situation before. I spent a full year without the Force when I was in my early twenties, so when I suggest it as a valid penalty for my sins, I know what I'm suggesting. In a way it would be a relief, and not just from responsibility. The Force is a mood-altering substance of sorts, I've come to believe. The touch of the Light Side brings serenity even when it shouldn't -- compare Matsu Ike. The touch of the Dark Side is addictive, amplifies anger. To be able to step away from that, to be more accountable, clearer of thought, more normal -- there's something to be desired in that.

"As for why I think you can come to a consensus when some of you suggest Force severing, some of you prefer some variety of reeducation and rehabilitation, and others will believe that the only just reward for my actions is death -- consider this test case my chance to share a lesson of sorts, a lesson my old self would appreciate. No worthwhile Council ever assembled could agree on anything right away. But every worthwhile Council has found a way to achieve some degree of harmony. I fully believe you will find a just solution together.

"I should mention something else, at the risk of skewing your judgment. When I last talked to a Council, I offered another lesson. DragonsFlame, in his trademark way, later demanded it from me while castigating me. It's a lesson that means a great deal to me, and I've decided the best way to share it is remotely." A small holocron, in the eight-sided Je'daii model, rose above Ashin's hand as she stretched it out. "I don't mean to create division by only having the time to make one; consider it an incentive for cooperation. Grandmaster Grayson, this is for you -- the location of the Planet of the Five Priestesses, the homeworld of midi-chlorians, the central gear in the galactic system that recycles the living Force into the cosmic Force, the Anima into the Aperion, if you'll forgive the Sith terminology. That's the planet where trials are held to learn the secret of transcending death. I don't mention or offer it lightly, and I mention it now in order to clarify something about the potential punishments you've discussed.

"This life is not all there is. If you execute me or anyone, we return to the Force. There's more to that than you know, more than even I know, and I've walked with the Five. Since you ask me my own opinion on what would be just, Master Ravos, I'll tell you plainly: I deserve death. I deserve Force severing. Those, and others you haven't mentioned, fall within the realm of just and fair punishments for my sins. The one thing I beg you, though, is not to let me off easy. Supervision? A period of house arrest? We're not speaking of misdemeanors here, and those methods have failed again and again. And if a majority of you endorse them, other Jedi will believe justice was not done, a prudent course was not taken. The end result will be more division.

"If I was sitting on this Council, judging this case, I would likely vote for severance, and I would not fault those who voted for execution.

"Since many of you seem to believe in a more merciful course, or see a pragmatic outcome in keeping me useful, I'll suggest an alternative, if I may. One that may strike you as balancing justice and mercy, and one that might help you find a consensus. Strip the Force from me in such a way that I can regain it, with time and effort. And then make me an apprentice again, with an apprentice's command of the Force or less, and let me work my way to what you might call Jedi functionality while training under Light Side teachers. Remove all my power, take me back to square one, and let me work for my second chance.

"Or sever me with finality, or kill me. There are arguments for each solution, and valid ones. Force knows I'd have no room to hold ill will with anyone, regardless of their recommendation."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="A'dele Adonai"] [member="Boolon Murr"] [member="Sochi Ru"] EVERYONE IN THE GARDENS.

Kal looked up, turned off the datacron and put it in his satchel. He regarded the Zabrak with aged eyes and a calm smile. He slowly sat on a large rock and set down his staff.

"Do you have time for the answer?" He said before letting out a deep vibrating thrumb from his chest, "forgive me of course you do or you wouldn't have asked."

He smoothed his green and brown robes and looked out at the stars.

"Once along time ago the Jedi didn't get involved in politics or dwelling on possitions and boarders. The code was the law and the conduct as described by master Odan Urr. They stood for knowledge, understanding and peace. The schisms always lead to wars, evertime, and this I would call the fifth Schism. I fear if the Jedi can not learn that the order is more than a government agency then victory against the darkness will not be possible."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Skye Mertaal"]

"Ah." He grunted as if struck. "Well, too good to be real, I s'pose. Too good to last." His hand rose as if to cup the cheek or jaw of her buy'ce, but instead he turned and swayed down the hall, in the general direction of the conference room. An old Mando drinking song percolated back down the hall.

"I thought I heard the Old Man say:
"'Leave her, Johnny, leave her.'
"Tomorrow you will get your pay,
"And it's time for us to leave her.

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
"Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
"For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
'And it's time for us to leave her..."

He almost made it to the last verse before one leg buckled, ramming a beskar kneecap into the deck. He slumped against the wall, as if caught in the action of standing again. A few words dribbled out, low on sense and volume both.