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

[Allyson Locke]

THE CANTINA

Spencer smirked as she felt her daughter enter the fold of the Force searching for her presence. Of course it was a game, but it was a game that taught a valuable lesson. No matter where in the galaxy, the kid would be able to find her or Ashin. Also helped that when she was a baby Spencer had placed a blood trail behind the girl's ear. If the sensing of the aura didn't work, Spencer would be able to sniff out her blood line and find the child where ever she was in the known galaxy. Waiting, Spencer knew the girl would turn up at some point, she knew better than to linger when she was being called.

Like a small pebble hitting her leg, Spencer look down and saw the small blonde clinging to her leg. Of course demanding that Spencer walk preventing her from having to do any of the work herself. She listened to the girl only because she was happy that she was able to locate her. A hand patted the child's head as she nodded. “Fine fine, only until I find us something to eat. Papa is busy with work you know how focused she gets with all of that.” Spencer looked down at Ibaris and smiled. Looking at their surroundings she decided the cantina would probably be the best and the easiest place to get something to eat. Waddling over the best she could, she moved pasted the small crowd and headed towards a table near [member="Rosa Gunn"] and the others. Glancing towards the woman, she thought of speaking, but she picked up that the woman was a bit on the heated side. Keeping her mouth shut, she waved hoping to catch her attention some how.

After the awkward attempt at a hello, Spencer wiggled her leg free and picked up Ibaris resting the girl's bottom and most of the weight against her hip. A hand rested just under the child's bottom supporting her as she leaned against the counter. Looking at Ibaris, she chuckled. “So [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] did you find anything interesting on your adventure?”

 

[Ordo]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Phylis Alince"]

Ordo was standing by the door when Jorus said the name Vilox Pazela and perked up like Strill that had just caught a wiff of nerf steaks. He reached down pulled his Ripper checked the charge and holstered it.

"I'll just be outside if anyone needs me." He said as he tried to pretend he wasn't hoping to kill a Sith really soon, "I just remembered something from my 'to do' list."

With that Ordo stepped out and headed toward the turbo lift that lead up from the hangers. There he would wait and probably break a hell of a lot of laws, rules and a few morals really soon.

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

[member="Jessie Volt"]
CANTINA

Grinning from ear to ear like a Chester cat. This trip with her sister turn out to be more fun then had thought. How much complaining she had done. Giving her all kind of reason why they didn't have to go. One being that be all the stuck up fellow jedi from different place. looking over at Jessie then giving him a wink. He wasn't stuck up for her he was just loads of fun. Shaking her back from what every she takes herself. "mmm did you say something", hearing him repeat it for her.

With out caring if she spill out something that one like as her sister would call him a stranger would spill out, "Oh, what a quinky dink for some reason I can find a master that will have me, will I have but..with my sister all smell funny to her, or she find some dislike of them....you know her dislike of people is a very ...very VERY long list.", giving a hearty chuckle finding herself reach out for the drinks that had been place before them. Giving the waiter a good slap on the butt, "Yep its nice and firm.", giving him a playful wink. "Not as firm as yours, Jessie, love .", as she looked around the room seeing that a child had enter this place. Only to find herself blushing a bit, as knowing her behavior wasn't the best call in the situation.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Vulpesen"]

In the brief silence that resulted, she found she couldn't ignore the cognitive dissonance that gnawed at her. She'd talked with [member="Spencer Jacobs"] about this issue, at length, but-

Well, the conscience came first.

"Now that the hotheads have adjourned and my child has left the room," she said, "I've got one small order of business.

"We all know I don't deserve to sit at this table.

"Oh, I've been signed off as a Jedi Master by Ben Watts, by Darron Wraith, by Moridena's Force Light purity tests -- I've made reports on my undercover term of service, sabotaging the Sith Empire -- I've gone to the Council and the Dagobah cave and the Dagoyan Masters and the Planet of the Five Priestesses -- but no matter where I go, there's blood on my hands that won't wash off.

"This is as close as I'll ever come to standing before a true Jedi Council." She smiled faintly. "The last one I visited was led by DragonsFlame and Dista, and you know how that turns out. So, Master Ravos, Master Grayson, Master Preacher, Master E'ron and the rest, without reservation I submit myself to your judgment. Assign what penalty or penance you see fit, and if it's death, I die. If you strip the Force from me, so be it. If you find another solution that'll appease justice, so be it."

OOC/ I'll be incommunicado today and tomorrow, miiiight have internet tonight, not sure.

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

C O N F E R E N C E R O O M

Not all Jedi would be in such an important event in person. There were other duties to attend to across the galaxy, duties and responsibilities that would require a presence either at Ossus, Anaxes, or like Master Draclau, Kuat.

Her cerulean image would be transmitted via hologram, a highly encrypted call to ensure no slicer would be able to slice into without setting off a good amount of alarms.

Quiet and with a serenity that would emanate even from her hologram image, she would quietly arch her head to contemplate Master Varanin.

A seer of the Force she may be, but the future was ever changing, always in motion. The Darkside has clouded everything and it is impossible to see the light.

But this required a measure of introspection. Thusly, the young Shi’ido Master did likewise, waiting on the rest of the council of various Jedi Orders to speak.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen rose an eyebrow as he heard Ashin's words. They were brave, dangerous, and honourable. Actually, it was her acceptance of a penalty that would have made him reluctant to give him. Of course, he doubted he would have a say in the matter. While proving somewhat influential and capable with words, he held no office among the jedi, his rank so far being his highest honor. Of course, that was still something he was proud of. Turning to [member="Syn"], Vulpesen spoke in a low tone, deciding that he best find out what this was about. "So, what have I missed?"

 

[Syn]

[member="Vulpesen"]

Syn remained quiet for the most part but spoke for Vulpesen with a loud whisper. Something focused for him to hear but not draw attention. Almost like throwing your voice while his senses tracked Ashin.... He didn't think she'd be jumping out any windows here... At least he hoped she wouldn't be. "Some discussion about the different sects and how we should work together to help protect the galaxy. Give aid where needed and work together to stop the growing sith menaces... That's about it, we'll wait to see what the grandmaster says or the others." Yes avoid the subject of Ashin, he wasn't going to pass judgement or demand proof, all he needed was Iella to say she was alright that would be good enough.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen nodded and returned his attention. It could be good to see the jedi working together to actually help the galaxy. In truth, he should have seen this coming. Sworn to one major purpose, of course the jedi would band together, hopefully better than all of the sith sects out there. Once again falling into silence, Vulpesen waited until his voice was needed or asked for.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] Avalore Eden Zaren Bouqi Rosa Gunn Jaxton Ravos Sarge Potteiger Iella E'ron Aeron Kreelan Kiskla Grayson Phylis Alince

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Conference Room of Pregnant Pauses

Ashins words were mostly, almost sadly, met with silence. He didn't think it qualified as stunned, but it was definitely taken aback. He knew he was. But in so far as he knew Ashin, this fit her. Bullheaded, sure. Pragmatic? Definitely. But she, like him, had her own code of conduct to follow.

The conscience was the ultimate decider in everything, and she had a fairly good one from what he could see. But she was a victim of circumstance rather than a true troublemaker. But one did not simply cease to be the Sith Empress. One did not wash, as she so openly stated, that much blood off your hands.

He felt himself the least qualified to speak on this, but perhaps... perhaps he was more qualified than most. The blood on his hands rivaled hers, in its own way. All of it, however, had come from before being a Jedi. He had not killed since. Inhaling slowly, composing himself, he lifted his hands and twisted his helmet, the seal breaking making an almost painfully loud hiss in the quiet room.

"If no one else will talk, I will." He says, as his voice goes from modulated to natural, low tenor coming to the fore as he tucked his helmet under his left arm.

For those who knew the old Sergeant Major of the OmegaPyre, this was perhaps not how they expected to see him. Ashins request was apparently important enough for him to show his face; his thick, unkempt beard with grey hairs just beginning to show. His void black eyes, glistening in the light. He wasn't crying, but the black accentuated the natural moisture in his eyes.

Scar tissue crept up from under his torso plate, worming its way part way up his throat where black veins worked to pump blood through his system. Kark the Grandmaster, if Ashin wanted him to speak, then he would speak.

"I've been friends with Ashin - in some manner or another - since she was Sith Empress. The nature of who she was was unknown to me at the time, but even Force Dead as I was, I saw within her the fire of a good soul forced to do bad things. No matter what anyone says, waging war on good people is bad for the soul, and she bore that burden with quiet strength. For most of us, we don't know what that's like.

But I do; at least more than I should.

And, in that curious manner with which she is accustomed to doing, she took many of the galaxies unwanted and turned them into a fringe powerhouse - no capital F. But we are all familiar with the Sith they employ, and as a Jedi that is not something I can abide by. Despite her affirmation by our betters, I vote to strip her of the Force. I do not, however, want her deeds stripped from our records. She has been one of our best but also one of our worst.

In the end, the good cannot outweigh the bad. I don't want any more Matsu's thinking the ends will always justify the means."

There was sorrow evident in his eyes, a heavy weight upon his brow, lips and shoulders. He was condemning an old friend, and it was the most painful thing he'd ever done.

Forgive me.

 

[Vulpesen]

Delete this if you would be so kind.

 

[Mother Askani]

She smiled at them all, a bow would follow. Most welcoming she felt, though she was still searching for [member="Iella E'ron"] . She turned to [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and took another bow after he announced his departure, a very kind man, probably even more compassionate than herself. As she maneuvered her body to turn as she saw him leave with his daughter, she saw the arrival of the young [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] . She reached out her hands as the youthful Padawan approached. As she got closer Sochi embraced her by wrapping her harms around her as if it was her own child. She cared so much for the next generation, she lowered her head so that she could hear clearly the words of the Padawan. A soft chuckled would escape her mouth, and she would stand back up straight Followed by a soft pat in the back of the Padawan.

"Of course this will work out, everyone here are present for the greater good. Everyone is here to connect, and establish a relationship that will last for a time. Now, come help me find Master Iella. Excuse me my fellow Jedi but I must find someone." she said bowing before walking off towards the door.

[member="Boolon Murr"] @Adele A'donai

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stood for a moment, not moving for what seemed like an awkward amount of time, then finally he nodded to the gathered Jedi, and left.

He did not hear Ashin asking to be evaluated, he did not hear Sarge's moving speech, and truthfully he probably would not have cared. Ashin subjecting herself to the authority of these fools would have annoyed him slightly of course, maybe amused him slightly, but it did not really matter to him in the end. He had said his peace, and the Jedi knew what would happen if they pressed Moross. His mission was done here, and even better he had done it without causing an international incident.

Amore would be proud.

Walking down the hallway still with his stern young Jedi guard Soliael smiled slightly. This little station would prove to be an interesting experiment if it survived. There were hundreds of Jedi here from a handful of different sects. Each wanted the same thing but none were able to cooperate in order to make it happen.

The irony that there were now less Sith Orders in the galaxy than Jedi Orders was not lost on him. He smiled slightly, reaching the hangar.

“Well, thank you for you...assistance.” Soliael said to the stern Young Jedi guard who simply stared at him. The False god stared in return, his black mask looking into the eyes of the Jedi warrior. Suddenly Soliael raised his hand, ominously letting it hover for a second before reaching out...

...and patting the Jedi on the head.

Then he turned on his heel and boarded his ship, departing the Jedi station.

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Sochi Ru"]

Nico hugged Sochi as well and gave a nod as the master spoke. IF there was anyone she really trusted aside from family and her master it was the Togruta. She was a great leader for the silver jedi and councilor... It had served her well much like everyone else as Nico stood there looking in the garden and saw [member="Boolon Murr"] but she didn't really know who he was just preferred to stay with the ones she knew. "I believe Master Iella is in the conference room with the others talking."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Conference Room:
Not sure who all is still in the conference room,
[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]


Ori'Alor Tal'Verda, clad in uassuming Standard Jedi Garb; A Tan Tunic, Brown Boots, and a heavy brown Jedi Robe, had been sitting in on the Conference for some time. Ori's considerable Self Controll came in very handy when the sith came in, but he seemed to merely be a Governmental Representative, so Ori let the man leave without any harrasment from her. Then came speaches by Ashin Varanin and Sarge, one of which compelled Ori to contemplate what she was gonna say. "Ori'Alor Tal'Verda, Former Mand'Alor and current leader of the True Mandalorians." Ori'Alor said, making sure that she wasn't going to speak over somebody "But more relevent to the situation at hand, I'm a Jedi Knight, mostly come to see if I or my people were effected by this. But now, I feel I cannot stand by with this." Ori took the time to remove her hood, hoping to make her voice well heard, and to hopefully make a statement. "Ashin and I have fought and sparred in several ways sense we've met. When I was Mand'Alor, she was the Empress of the Sith, so our spars turned verbal. I know that I am probobly the least qualified to speak on anyone's behalf, what the Mandalorians did during my rule is my responcibility, and I've killed and done horrible things before and sense. Ashin deserves better though, she is a 'father' and a wife, and she did what she could during her time as Empress."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Conference Room

There was little more that could be said, but Sarge only had one thing to add in response to the counter raised by the former Mandalore. "The Dark Side corrupts, and she spent far too long among the Dark for me to ever fully trust that she isn't corrupt. But it is in light of what she has done that I do not motion for her to be imprisoned or worse.

I lived without the Force for many years, and there's a certain peace in not feeling the galaxy around you in constant ebb and flow. I did not have to worry about the Dark clouds marring my vision, or assaulting my senses.

Everything was simply... there. She is free to raise her family, live where she pleases. I am not motioning to bar her from Republic space. I simply feel that, despite how much it pains me, that stripping her of the Force would be for the best.

After all, it's not like it's going to kill her." Unlike some people.

"At the end of the day, however, she is submitting herself as a Jedi to other Jedi, and if there's one thing everyone here agrees upon... it's that the Dark Side is a cancer, and the Sith more so. She has spent considerable time with both."

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Avalore Eden"] | @Zaren Bouqi | @Rosa Gunn | @Jaxton Ravos | @Sarge Potteiger | @Iella E'ron | @Aeron Kreelan | @Kiskla Grayson | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | @Vulpesen
CONFERENCE ROOM
Phylis broke the silence after what Preacher said.
"This is an extraordinary offer, Ashin. As I recall the last time you were before the Council you acted quite differently. Do you feel as though having representatives from all the Jedi here makes the judgement given more valid?"
She looked around the room, and within her own conscience. "I must agree with Preacher. The end cannot justify the means, not for Jedi. Too many...far too many good Jedi have fallen because they did what 'needed to be done'. I think you have performed good acts and bad, and so I agree with Preacher. Taking the Force from you is punishment enough. You may live in peace with your family after that. That is my thoughts. What do the other Masters say?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

Conference Room

This ... well, this room was growing more awkward for Avalore by the moment. The young woman sat in silence, making an effort to look as though she belonged by appearing comfortable with the conversation. The truth of it was, she was anything but. The Healer watched, brown eyes round at the proceedings, landing upon Ashin Varanin with a fair amount of weight.

Should she be here for this? Was it... proper for someone of her station to be witness to such talks? It was overwhelming to listen to. Avalore wasn't even aware that one could be severed from the Force and the idea of it made her uneasy. It sounded terrifying, truthfully, and so unbearably final. The Force, as she had come to experience in her short year as a Jedi, was rather all-encompassing. To have it stripped from one's life, she couldn't even imagine.

Her stomach churned, squelching loudly during another one of those long pregnant pauses. Avalore grimaced.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Conference Room
[member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Syn"] [member="Erinyes Draclau"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Ori, that was a face he hadn't seen in a long while. He withheld a chuckle which turned into a grimace when she mentioned the name of her new group. 'True' whatever that meant. But he agreed with her on the stance of Ashin, though for different reasons. What he saw now was an opportunity. "Hold, Master Jedi." Standing quickly he realized he hadn't thought this whole thing out, but that was what pilots did, they worked with the unknown. "In this...May I say, dire time with several factions taking the title of Sith I think that moving with such haste to remove one of our greatest assets would be foolish."

"I don't know what all this talk of Force Dead and 'Stripping' is, but what I do know is that the Force is a powerful tool that this individual can utilize quite well." Looking around the room, leaning forward, his hands placed firmly on the table he locked eyes with the one known as 'Preacher'. He was right about him, now that he could see his eyes he was certain. "Ashin has long been considered vode, though not really...vode bah!" He waved his hand back and forth and placed it back on the table. It wasn't important if they knew what he meant...Actually..It was in this case."Sort of..." he struggled to find the words in basic, "An honorary Mando'ad."

"Let us take her. Watch her for you. Let her fight against our enemies on our watch. Our Ori'ramikade as well as Ember Rekali and my two Field Marshals [member="Ordo"] and [member="Mia Monroe"] should be more than enough. She slips...We will not hesitate to end her life." Maybe that was a tad harsh, "Or rather detain her and sent back to you for her...Stripping." At heart Gilamar was not a diplomat and the warrior bred within him hated to see good things go to waste. "A rabid Strill still had its uses, and Ashin is far from rabid yet."

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen twitched as he heard the judgement being passed. It wasn't that he didn't agree. Ashin had done terrible things and the punishment was certainly a match for them. But being dedicated to the living force made him rather empathetic to to hers. Being raised with the force at his side his entire life... to be told that he would lose his closest friend and ally, he'd either go insane, violent, or both. Her bravery so far was astounding as she seemed to take in words that would leave a small puddle underneath Vulpesen if he were in her shoes. These thoughts were furthered as he realized her power and mastery of the force. All that effort and all that power... gone in a instant. It made him weak to even think about it and there was no way in the nine rings of Corellian hell that he now envied this woman.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Syn"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Conference Room

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

To say Sarge looked like a killer was to call the void black; not unlike the eyes that homed in on Gilamar like a proton torpedo. The sadness that had visited upon the Jedi known as Preacher moments before was gone, replaced by a cold determination.

His lips set themselves in a thin line and the voids of his eyes settled unblinkingly upon the Mandalore. This was not him attempting to intimidate the man, far from it. This was him floored by utter stupidity. Or at least, what he perceived to be it.

There was no doubt in Sarge's mind that Mandalore had been given the rundown on what had happened over Coruscant, and he couldn't imagine the man didn't have at least an image of the man who'd spent so long attempting to talk them down.

It wasn't often Sarge had looked down the barrel of a gun, but he would never forget the sight each time it happened. But there was something particularly appalling to him about watching someone who'd done no wrong have to stare down the barrel of one.

Especially when said weapon was in the hands of a loon the Mandalorians had seemed hard pressed to control. At least not until he'd exhausted his leash and then some. That had irked him somethin' fierce.

Reprimand him all you wanted, but they'd been the ones to let him bark and froth at the mouth until the last moment.

That was as much a message as anything else.

"You must think I'm daft." He retorts in a monotone. "Why would I ever turn her over to you to be your attack dog?"

There was a moment as he inhaled deeply and then exhaled through his nose. "Your answer, Mandalore, is no. I've already met your attack dog. One is enough."