Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!

Faction A Solemn Swear [TSE]





In the Sith-Imperial justice system, one's guilt is determined by the men and women of the Ministry of Laws and Justice. Those unfortunate enough to be found guilty face the harshest punishments possible in the name of the Grand Adjudicator. Some face work camps, others indefinite imprisonment. Then, there are those who have openly defied the Sith Empire directly who face a much more heinous punishment.

These are their stories...


A scarcely lit hallway. Two armed guards at the flanks of a man in a dingy white jumpsuit. Hs wrists restrained in front of him and a heavy collar on his neck. They walked and walked down the hallway. The sounds of their footsteps echoing throughout the eerie corridor. The man walked with his head down. He looked ghostly as his cheeks were sunken, bags resting beneath his eyes. He did not even recognize himself in the mirror. The Ministry had broken the man he once was. He remembered the times he led the people in open rebellion against the Empire. So many cheering his name. Finally, someone who had a real purpose. A cause for people to follow. Someone they believed in.

That was until he caught the eye of the Ministry of Laws and Justice.

His hubris was beginning to get to him. When you become a household name as Joratt Becker had become, people will know who you are. Once they know who you are, they will find out where you are. Once they know where you are, if you aren't careful enough, they will find you. Sometimes they are the ones you want to find you. Those who have the same ideals as you. But, sometimes, there are those who would rather see you ripped from your perch. People may love a hero, but they love to see a hero fall even more. By any means necessary. One of those people gave an especially informational tip to the Ministry's Security Force. The rest is history.

The three reached the end of the hall. A door stood before them. One of the guards stepped forward and pressed a keycard against a panel beside the door. A thin bar scanned the keycard before sounding a low beep. The door opened with a sharp hiss of the hydraulics. A bright light shined across the massive room before Joratt. A guard pushed him in, revealing himself to those that were awaiting inside. It was a courtroom, statuesque in scale. Joratt was lead to the center of the room where the judged stood awaiting the verdict in the trials that had come before his. At his rear where hundreds of citizens of the Sith Empire who had gathered to see the hammer of justice brought down upon the one who had been publicly branded a terrorist by the Sith Empire. He faced a massive throne raised several feet in the air by a stone pillar. A feeling of dread overcame him as his eyes laid upon the seat from which the Grand Adjudicator shall judge him.

Without even looking behind him, Joratt could feel the glares of the Imperials behind him. He cared not for their judgement. He was proud of what he had done to get himself to this point. He took a stand for himself and those under the oppression of the Sith Empire. There was still an ounce of defiance within this broken man. Deep within him.

Doors hidden from view of those within the courtroom could be heard as they were slammed open. The sounds of several footsteps could be heard ascending a flight of stairs until their source could be seen. The Grand Adjudicator Darth Athora, flanked by two Imbams, had entered the room and took her place standing before her chair. She looked down upon the accused without a hint of emotion on her face. Joratt slowly raised his gaze from the floor and up to Darth Athora. Her eyes were cold despite their fiery color. He knew his life was over before the trial could even commence.

Only time would tell. The trial had begun.




 


The Dark Lord of the Asha'Kurat watched silently from His own private viewing box, situated above the general masses that had packed the courtroom to see justice met. The atmosphere was purely carnivalistic, rampant with wild and vicious energy. The crowd below was clamoring for blood, practically shouting for it as the condemned were brought out and arrayed before the judge's podium. Only the guards stood between them and being torn apart by the ravenous crowd, a thin shield against what could devolve into a slaughter.

"Such a spectacle," purred the blue-skinned
Cryax Bane at the Dark Lord's side. The diminutive Chiss reached up and gently massaged the front of the Dark Lord's robe, delicate fingers applying pressure to His pectorals in an alluring display. "Do you think any of them will cry and beg? Would that not be delectable, my love?"

A hand, large enough to crush Cryax's skull, reached down to trade its fingers against the Chiss' feminine features. Such rare gestures of affection were all but unknown to those outside of the Dark Lord's inner circle, and in the shadow of the private box, it remained unknown to those in attendance.

"The strength of a man's dignity is tested by the edge of an executioner's axe, we will see how many of them hold fast as their end approaches."

These criminals were little more than petty rebel lords and bandit kings, the scum beneath His boot. The true spectacle would come when the Jedi were put on trial for treason against the Empire, for their resolve was made of sterner stuff. But following this trial would be a trial for the nobles and merchants who had sullied themselves by siding with the Empire's adversaries during the hour of greatest need, their judgment would be a soothing balm to the citizens of the Empire who had suffered because of their cowardice and greed.

"I hope they all plead for succor, my heart flutters at the thought of watching their cries fall on deaf ears."

"In time, my pet. In time."



 


Screens across the Sith Empire were tuned into the trial of Joratt Becker. Thousands upon thousands were spectating as the accused terrorist awaited his trial. So many souls already declaring his guilt. He could feel them all. They were all drowning out the few who agreed with him out there. As the man stood there, he turned his gaze up towards the Grand Adjudicator but quickly averted it once his eyes met hers. She kept a neutral look upon her face, refusing to show any emotion as a Grand Adjudicator should in all cases.

A small, frail young man stepped forward towards the center of the courtroom. He wore a pair of small glasses on his face and carried with him a large tome in his hand. He looked at Becker then to Darth Athora, then back at Becker. He cleared his throat just before speaking.

"Joratt Becker. You stand accused of treason against the Empire. Your crimes have been stated as follows: civil disobedience, attempted sedition, and domestic terrorism. How do you plead?" the speaker asked.

Becker knew that if he would plead guilty, the trial would be over as fast as it started. But, he knew in his heart and soul that he was innocent.

"Not guilty. If a man does not have the right to fight for his people against abominable oppressors without being persecuted, then that government has failed it's people. Just as the Sith Empire has." Becker bellowed as he stood defiantly.

"Very well. Grand Adjudicator, he has pleaded not guilty. May the Force be with you, Joratt Becker. This trial shall now begin.."

The speaker walked out of the center and sat in a chair adjacent to Athora's throne. Athora squinted at becker just before taking her seat, prepared to judge the proceedings.



 

370d9lz.png

Justice, or a mockery of it?

There was only that question burning in the mind of Alina as she approached the coming court. Betrayers that had helped the fall the Empire, those who were not able to flee to the safety of their allies or caught in the chaos, put on trial. Why? To reaffirm their hold in the eyes who thought them weak? Perhaps a message to those hiding behind the safety of the Galactic Powers that still stood.

The galaxy was an ever changing place. Their bastions would not survive the test of time. And like those unfortunate enough to be caught here, they would face their fate. Delaying the inevitable was the most they could pray to accomplish.

Her cold, glowing gaze watched from the shadows. Listened, waited. Let there be a spectacle, if it helped to sow that fear.

Darth Athora Darth Athora | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex
 


Suddenly, from the shadows and into the light, a Kulthan male wearing a finely tailored suit stepped into the center of the courtroom. He looked upon Becker with acute disdain. It was as if he personally knew the defendant and despised him for what he knew. However, his face then cleared to a neutral state, showing no emotion as he prepared to speak.

"State your name and purpose." Athora called out.

"D'lat Filvan, representing the Sith Empire in these proceedings, my lady adjudicator." the Kulthan responded. Zahori replied with only a flick of her wrist, signalling him to continue.

"Mr. Becker. You stand accused of crimes against the Sith Empire and you plead not guilty. Despite the insurmountable evidence I'm sure you know that we have against your plea, you still stand in defiance. Admirable, but foolish. People of the court, Grand Adjudicator, it brings me great pleasure to stand before you today so that I may convince you the guilt of Joratt Becker. You all know of his crimes. I shall bring forth the evidence of them all."

D'lat cleared his throat as he approached a table to the side of the courtroom. On the table, were several items covered individually by small tarps. D'lat approached the far left item and removed the tarp, revealing a pair of blaster pistols.

"Mr. Becker. Do you recognize these pistols?" D'lat inquired.

"Yeah. They're Fistfires." Joratt replied.

"Exactly. Your Fistfires, to be exact. Do you know the laws on possession of weaponry?"

"Can't say I do off the top of my head."

"Allow me to inform you. Unauthorized possession of weaponry is illegal. Do you know the laws on unauthorized use of weapon? Or has that managed to escape your memory as well?"

"Let me guess...illegal?"

"That it is. So, with your not guilty plea, are you denying that you not only participated in but led a group of rebels in an orchestrated shootout with police?"

"I'm not denying it. The police pulled their weapons on us, we retaliated. It was self defense."

"Self defense covers authorized weaponry. And not being used against uniformed officers of the law."

"So, your police are above the law? That doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"Your Honor?" D'lat turned to face the Grand Adjudicator.

"Back on track. Now." Athora demanded.

"Thank you, your Honor." A grin wormed it's way onto D'lat's face as he turned from Athora and back to Joratt.

"So, you admit to leading rebels against the Imperial Security Force with deadly weapons with the intent to kill. Tsk."

The audience were glued to their seats as the trial had fired up so soon. D'tal was looking to not only win this case, but earn some serious credibility with the Grand Adjudicator and the people of the Sith Empire. It was his first public trial in his career and he wanted to make a statement. Joratt, however, started to show extreme signs of defiance. He was determined to plead his case, despite knowing how the trial would end. He was not there to convince the Adjudicator. He was trying to convince those watching. The true people of the Sith Empire. The oppressed and downtrodden. He wanted to give them a voice. And he was ready to yell with that voice until the very end.
 

Users who are viewing this thread

Top Bottom