A Sith By Any Definition

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Soliael walked through a thick patch of jungle, his armorweave body suit tracing against massive plant leaves and huge vines that attempted to wrap around him at every twisting turn. A subtle frown appeared on his face as he stalked through the mass, his hand coming up every now and again to brush away a thick patch of plant matter. Eventually he reached a clearing, letting out a loud sigh as he cracked his neck and surveyed what was in front of him.

Ossus had always been a Jedi world, even when it had been controlled by the Sith.

He remembered surveying this very temple during the days of the Sith Empire, when Ossus had been held by them. He had come here in search of knowledge, a small sliver of something that might have been left over from the age of legends. Unfortunately, he had found nothing. He supposed after the centuries that had gone by after the massacre that the ruins had been looted out, but it hardly mattered in the long run. Soliael had eventually gained the knowledge he had sought, though through far harsher means.

His fingers flexed, and his smile settled back on his face as he trundled towards the temple ahead of him. Waves of the darkside emanated from him, He made no effort to hide himself, nor his nature, and the sickening gale of strength that radiated from him sufficed as a beacon to nearby Jedi.

Those within the temple Stirred, Knights and Masters rushing to the front steps, padawans lurching back to their rooms and safe place. An alarm was sounded, was this another assault by the One Sith? Another attack to claim lost relics? Shouts reigned supreme, and as Soliael crested the steps that lead to the Temple courtyard he was greeted with a wall of Jedi three men thick. His eyebrows arched as he watched the men and women of the temple, his face a complete lack of surprise.

The False god raised his hands in a show of submission, a single lightsaber snapping into life in reaction to the sudden movement.

A chastising look from a Jedi Master shot towards the guilty Knight saw the blue blade almost instantly extinguished, though the looks that Soliael received were equal to any cut from a lightsaber. The Jedi Master who seemed to be in charge called out to Soliael, his voice strong and unwavering.

“Who are you and why have you come here?”

The tone of his voice could have smashed bricks.

Soliael knew he was outnumbered, knew that if he tried to fight he would die within the first few seconds. That was not why he had come of course, only a fool walked into a Jedi Temple without a purpose, and he most definitely had a purpose. With slow deliberate movements Soliael took off the pair of gloves covering his hands, crumpling them together and throwing them several feet in front of him, they were the only weapons he had on him, save for one other thing.

“To give myself up. Why else?” His words were practiced perfection.

Quickly the Jedi encircled him, they moved quickly, footsteps landing with keen precision in ways that would make it hard for Soliael to knock them down or trip them. His smirk told of arrogance, even as they placed force cuffs on his wrists.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Ossus may have been a Jedi world, but it was proving more and more accessible. You’d think with all the recent visits from darkworlders, the response would have been more seamless. And yet, still, the frantic blip of the emotional radar spiked and forced the blonde who was actively reviewing the list of Padawans up for promotion to set her information down. Rather quickly.
Fluid motions executed, and she had relieved herself from office to the front steps — where a band of merry Masters and Knights were already parading back their find from the jungle. Akin to a cat depositing a rat carcass to the owner — but this rat was still very much alive, and very much emanating a foul signature that caused the Force to curdle within meters of his person.

And, Kiskla recognized him. Sigma station. He’d been an ambassador of the Moross Crusade, a portion of space controlled by faux deities. At that time, he’d plainly and aggressively stated that Jedi could not patrol his territory — therefore, because of his assertion then, Kiskla didn’t have any reason to consider he was coming back for light sided assistance. Of course, this realization peaked her inevitable reaction to most occurrences: curiosity.

A repetitive heel-to-edge motion was executed until she reached the bottom of the steps, where the Master who had cuffed [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] stood proud.

“Grandmaster Grayson,” Master Klun greeted as her strangely white eyes drifted to the confines that bound the being’s wrists. “He was in the jungles.” It didn’t need to be said that they’d found him, that much was obvious and apparent enough. It was the why, the root of all the whys. “Would you like him brought to a holding cell?”

Instead of immediately answering the Master’s question, Kiskla asked her own of the uninvited guest turned prisoner. “Where were you hoping to go?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Soliael blinked a few times at the very authoritative woman that marched at him, he eyed her for a moment, then tried to recall from memory who she actually was. Luckily the man next to him answered that question for him and almost immediately Soliaels memories connected the dots. Ah yes, Kiskla Grayson, Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

At least he was finally able to put a face to the name.

“Here.” Soliael said as motioning to the temple before him. His face was a mix of wry amusement, and a quite serious expression that told of truth. “I came here once before when Ossus was still part of the Sith Empire. I simply had to see what you had done with it.”

Pausing for a moment he looked at the Grandmaster. “I'm an architectural enthusiast.”

It was difficult to tell if Soliael was being serious, but his smile told of knowing something that he wasn't quite ready to share. Perhaps it was the wall of Jedi Knights and Masters, or perhaps it was the handcuffs, but it should have been pretty clear to Kiskla that The False God wasn't just here for the sights, despite how pretty they may have been.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Conflict was not in the pot Kiskla liked to stir, but a wiser Jedi would have perhaps suggested that now that Soliael had seen the temple he could turn around and march right back the way he came. Perhaps [member="Kira Liadain"] could, being a kinetic communicator and all that. Or she had been…sad moment of memory there until we bring it back to now: The kiffar on the other hand, wasn’t quite so insightful into the gentle adjustments of features to communicate the person’s intentions.

An architectural enthusiast. She almost gave way to a snort. He’d been an ambassador to the Moross last time — did the enthusiasm for both go hand in hand?

A single brow lofted in response. To keep the false god on the outside, or welcome him into the temple’s catacombs. What damages could he do from the inside? From the outside? Hey kid, never underestimate your opponent—we’ve all seen stone crumble from interior and exterior pressures.

For a moment, she was silent — doing her best to pick up on the sub clues that Rosa had indicated for empathetic depth. It was apparent that the gathering of Jedi were off-putting on several levels; and not only a blocked to entry, but a blockage to communication.

“I’ll handle the conversation now, Master. Thank you — please take a team to find your prisoner’s transport and secure it.” It was dismissal enough, without them having to go back to the mundane teaching duties. They could still feel excited about being involved!

After a trio of knights were selected by the Master, they steered away. The rest lingered for a moment, before also taking a few steps back and slowly, ever so slowly, redirecting back to the academy.


Gaze transfixed on the god once more, levelling a monotone expression. "Really. And I'm sure you knew coming here would most likely show you to the inside of the academy."

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Soliael watched as the Knights, padawans, and even Masters slowly filtered back towards the temple, each one somewhat chastised by the gaze of their Grandmaster but each one still wondering what exactly was going on. It wasn't every day after all that a Sith Lord randomly popped up on your front door...well perhaps it wasn't all that common, maybe for the Jedi it was, seeming as how they were at war with the Sith. Perhaps Soliael hadn't thought this all the way through, and as he came to that realization he wondered why Kiskla had yet to put a lightsaber through his gut.

Perhaps the Jedi were more noble than he.

No, they definitely were.

“Well of course. If the outside if beautiful the inside must simply be astonishing.” Soliael said with confidence and arrogance still brimming in his voice. He smiled at the Grandmaster, and as the search part looking for his vessel slowly drifted passed him his smirk slowly disappeared into his lips were nothing but a thin line.

“I realize the audacity of coming here.” His demeanor changed so instantly it was like striking a wall. “But I also realize that you are at war, that the One Sith are pushing you back, and that the Jedi are split into several different orders, and as I’m sure you recall. I don't have anything to do with that sad pedantic little cult in the center of the galaxy.”

He still offered no explanation as to why exactly he was here.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The god was still cuffed for the time being, but that didn't seem to be the barrier for conversation. Once the overwhelming amount of people reduced, his mood flipped and he essentially got right down to business.

Er, sort of. The punchline was still missing.

"That's a lot of realizations." Kiskla replied, "I'm going to need an epiphany here. You're not with The One Sith, but you're certainly not with The Jedi -- you've made that relatively clear on Sigma Station. What sort of mission are you on here on Ossus today."

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]​