Acceptance and Other Things(Complete)

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

Naturally, Kiara had been here for quite some time. The sorceress she was it was no problem disguising her force signature, and she projected a aura of a person with very little to no talent with the force was most mundane people do. She was disguised under her Alayna Decoix look with her hair straightened, color contacts, different styling of make up and accessories and dress to make her look totally different from her true look. Her black clad heels clicked as she began to walk forward on the group of jedi and armed guard alike. Her eyes and demeanor friendly but with a sense of intelligence behind her that fit her second life style with Alayna as a Ceo.

She had felt the apprentice's aura seemingly come from no where and easily discerned that more was going on. No apprentice no matter how talented could shield their aura to the obvious masters and even knights in the room. Her mastery came from years of training then aided upon her discovery of Sith Magic so long ago. As she approached the first layer of the group which was the armed guard, she offered them a smile before weaving through them rather gracefully. Breaking into the group having caught the apprentice's name she laughed nervously as if embarrassed before saying.

"Mikhail! I told you don't stray to far while I pay the taxi. See what happens when you don't listen to Alayna hun." She smile at Mihhail before running her hand along his chest to show that they obviously did know each other though in actuality they didn't. Kiara only intervened because she didn't want to see fresh potential being lead to the slaughter.

Looking around she saw a tall muscular man and from judging from the power in the room he was the elder jedi. Stepping toward him normally as one would, she offered out her hand before saying "I'm sorry Master Jedi. Mikhail is with me on behalf Decoix Productions; I don't know if your new to Coruscant or not but were a company that sells everyday life needs as well as top of the line weapons and armory that thanks to Mikhail have been noted to be force sensitive friendly."

She finished talking and began to regard everyone in the group.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer was taken by surprise by the way Mikhail went about doing things. She was just going to go against the Master and do her best to sit there and buy time till something caught everyone’s attention. Sighing softly, she felt him talk to her telepathically. It was odd, but she went with it and listened to what he had to say. Of course he was upset, she had really messed things up for him. Though the way he had come at her, she couldn’t help but be on the defensive. His hand snaked around her waist as she felt him pull her closer; her face blushed deeply as she was taken once more by surprise.

“I-I-…Yes, he’s my boyfriend and I love him.”

The Master spoke to her telling her that Mikhail wouldn’t be harmed. Shaking her head, she relaxed her body trying her best to make this as believable as possible. It was then that the guards showed up and Spencer buried her hands into her face. Of course things were just going to get worse. Looking back towards Mikhail she focused a message to him, finally responding to him from earlier. They were in no place to sit and try and make this charade work, he needed to leave soon. Her tone was different than before, it was sharper and Spencer knew her consequences were going to be harsh this time around.

Going along with this is going to get me in trouble for treason; I can’t afford to get kicked out of the Order. When you get the slightest chance get the hell out of here. I don’t even know why you would come to the temple unless you wanted to either change who you are or to harm someone. Please just get out of here…I might not trust you – but you’re right you’re not like the others.

It seemed the attention was focused on the guards and the Vice – Chancellor. She seemed to have done something in a fit of panic and of course the snarky blonde from before decided to step in and question Darron. Blinking, Spencer couldn’t believe this was happening. She would never dare speak to a Master that way. Though she was here guarding a Sith from being brought in. Looking down, she still saw his hand around her waist and she held her breath. What was it with people lately touching her and kissing her? It was like she had this huge target on her face that shouted to the world that she was innocent, it seemed everyone wanted to corrupt something now a days. Then her attention was caught by the solider that wanted to shoot him either way. This caused Spencer to move closer, she wasn’t’ going to let anyone shoot him – for reasons unknown even to her.

“I’m sorry Master, I can’t let anyone shoot or take him into custody…he hasn’t done anything wrong – He just came to see me…we were in a fight.”

Good job Spence just keep lying…

Then another woman came through and Spencer took this as a chance to pull away from him. She seemed to know who he was and this was a good thing. Maybe he would be able to get out this time. Spencer moved herself towards the pillar and leaned against it as she looked and watching for everything to transpire. Looking towards Darron, her face pleaded with him as she was already under massive amounts of strain from the emotions swirling in the room. Her hand felt her forehead, everything from everyone continued to attack her – the air was thick and Spencer couldn’t breathe.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Love? The Jedi loved a Sith? This whole thing was getting messy fast and more people were entering the room, more Sith.

"I only don't fire out of respect for you." Davin said to Darron as the situation continued to get weirder.

"Can't let? I know the Jedi hierarchy is a little loose but didn't your Master just lay down the law?"

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Isn't that what I just told you?" Mikhail sent the thought to Jacobs' telepathically. "What, you want me to go and leave this place? Look at all the happy people." Even in thought, his tone dripped with sarcasm. However, it suddenly became more serious. "No. You don't know me. I'm just as bad as the rest of them. The only difference between Ashin and I... is your trust. Think on that, Blondie."

A roll of his eyes was all Mikhail afforded the tenuous situation developing within alarmingly close proximity. The soldiers and the Jedi did not seem to be on the best of terms at the moment. In the confusion, it would have been a perfect opportunity for the Sith Strike Team to attack and grab the vice chancellor. However, the moment of opportunity had passed. Along with it went Mikhail's shot a freedom. But then again, what was freedom? Freedom with the Sith Empire? What a joke. He felt a sense of relief as the Jedi Master intervened and smoothed the situation over. Mikhail's initial estimate of a do-gooder with a code appeared to be holding water. He enjoyed watching his enemies self-destruct, but not when that self-destruction had the ventiliating of one Sith Apprentice within the plan. Not a good plan.

Mikhail made a face. "You keep calling me Sith. Did we ever establish I was? Come on, I feel a little insulted with the lack of dedication to details and process here."

"Look, I would love to stay and chat with you and your blaster-happy friends, but since you asked so nicely I'll take a moment to tell you to lay off Blondie. She's under the spell of my charm, can't you see? Anyway, seems like I wouldn't need to do much here, if I was a Sith," Mikhail remarked as the Jedi Master guided him presumably toward some sort of interrogation center.

Shorn looked over his shoulder and winked slyly in Spencer Jacobs' direction. The blonde haired padawan really had made a mess of things. Still, Mikhail was glad he hadn't killed her. He would've probably ended up dead, for starters. But she also reminded him so much of Alexis. Strange, how he felt some measure of attraction - though purely physical - for this Jedi Padawan, who undoubtedly felt some for him, even if she would probably deny it. The fact that she turned her previous actions on end and stuck up for him when he offered a measure of kindness was proof enough. Yet, she didn't trust him. And he didn't trust her. What an interesting pair they made. He was sure he would see her again on one of Ashin's little ventures. If he survived that long.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

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Tirdarius had not bothered to wait and observe what would happen to Mikhail - they had far more important things to do than worry about the welfare of a single Apprentice. Particularly one who didn't bother to declare that he had affiliations within the Temple walls before joining us, the Sith Lord thought seethingly. He wasn't truly angry, more exasperated that the student could act in a way that had almost blown the entire operation before it had truly begun. And after all the work that went into putting it into place. Had he truly compromised them, it was quite likely that one of the other Sith would have at least made certain to leave the boy headless before they had left. Truly, dead men tell no tales, he mused.

So far, beyond that minor problem, their incursion of the Temple hadn't set off any alarms nor created any particular issues. That may of course change if we try to enter restricted areas. Tirdarius was no fool: he was well aware that their illusions were all skin deep, purely extraneous, designed to alter their physical appearances and conceal the darkness that might otherwise reveal them for the Sith that they were. It won't be sufficient to fool an identity scan or a formal security check. The plan wasn't for them to have to put up with either, but such things were always possible, of course, and the Sith Lord was quite prepared for violence if it came to that. But we shall keep ourselves concealed here for as long as possible.

He wasn't entirely sure where the best place to start would be - there were so many opportunities for mayhem. A few malfunctions on the hangar deck, careful sabotage of the power supply, a virus implanted into their Archives, perhaps even a little poison put into their food. The risk, naturally, was that the Jedi might sense one of those non-specific threats in the way that all attuned Force Users could - the last thing that the Sith wanted was for their presence to be detected too soon. Eventually, they shall, but not yet.

His careful strides took him away from the main foyer and away from where the Jedi had already found and confronted Mikhail, headings towards the inner area of the Temple. A turbolift shaft seemed to be his first stop, one that would take him from the ground floor into the higher sections, where the more important areas were usually housed. May as well whip up a little chaos and cripple the Jedi's ability to respond, he thought. He had spent several days memorising the blueprint layouts of the place that the Sith had secured from several sources, giving him some rough idea as to where he was going.

The turbolift arrived within a few minutes, empty but for the Sith Lord himself, dressed casually in those brown-and-tan robes so favoured by their adversaries, looking for all the world as a calm Jedi waiting patiently to arrive on the next floor. Then again, such has been said of me even when dressed in our darker robes, he reflected, several Sith having once offered him the 'insult' that he was often as calm in expression as any Jedi. Quite the compliment, but they had to learn that no book ought ever to be judged merely by it's exterior. As he stepped out into another long corridor, the Sith offered a soft sigh. There really are too many corridors here.

It wasn't long before he detected one of the others: this one simply sitting on a bench, acting as though all was well with the world and there was little to do but sit there contemplatively. Nothing could be further from the truth, however. Tirdarius restrained himself, doing his best to smother the momentary flash of anger that he felt, knowing that he could not disturb the illusion part of his mind was focused upon maintaining. Still, this cannot be allowed. We haven't the time.

He joined the other 'Jedi', taking a seat on the bench beside him, Tirdarius' expression calm and placid as it was supposed to be, revealing little of the annoyance that he actually felt. "Interesting time to stop and simply observe, isn't it?", he observed casually, keeping his urbane voice carefully modulated to reveal none of it's usual sharpness. "It's hard to find opportunity to just stop at moments, particularly when there's so much for you to be doing," the Sith added with just a little emphasis. "Don't you have other duties to attend to, friend?", he inquired.

 

[Darron Wraith]

"Spencer, lie to me one more time and I will write your conduct up for the GrandMaster to review. You're treading a dangerous line here trying to protect your darksider friend here...and yes boy I do know what you are I"ve killed and been around enough of you to know what you are. You have been trained to focus your rage, you aren't some child fumbling in the dark I'm not blind."

Darron wrapped his arm around Mikhail's arm and began to guide him to the interrogation room on the floor above them. His boots echoed softly against the marble floor as he led the boy and the motley crew behind him to the turbo-lift. The Jedi Master was deep in his reverie as he tightened his grip on Mikhail's arm, his senses where extending all around the temple. Yet the more he pushed his senses, the more light he felt, did this fool really come alone? The dots weren't connecting in the Jedi's mind and he felt as if he was grasping at straws on this particular situation. In all his years of experience he had never known of an Apprentice to be so foolish to have come to the Jedi Temple alone and practically beg to be caught. Hmm...the more questions I ask the more questions I seem to get. Where are the answers for this situation Wraith?

The Jedi thumbed the floor number into the control panel for the lift, as he heard the echoes of a woman's heels against the floor. She briefly addressed him, and he had to try hard to keep a straight face. He knew a lie when he saw one and this one was too obvious for him to notice. "Listen, I don't know you, but I do know that you don't know him. So he's in my custody and I'm going to ask Mr. Jusik here to escort you out of the temple Ma'am." Darron kept his tone level, but the fire in his eyes indicated he wasn't going to discuss or argue this with the woman. He motioned for Davin to escort her out as the lift came, and he allowed his Sith captive and the other Jedi on the lift as the doors closed. "Not a word until we are in the room Mikhail, I don't know who she was and I will get to the bottom of this." Once more his tone indicated he wasn't in a joking mood and the next few moments went by slowly as they went up one floor.

The doors quickly opened and the assembled group made haste to the room, the Master motioned for all the others to go in the adjoining room to view the conversation through the viewing panel. As he did so he took the Sith with him into the other room and rather roughly sat him down, as Darron moved to sit across the table from him. Electric blue eyes pierced deeply into the man before him, and Darron let his intensity show fully for just a moment as he considered the man before him. "So, you want to be honest and start talking now? Or do I need to invade your mind and drag the information out myself and possibly leave you a drooling mess? My Padawan is new to that, I can and will get the information I need Sith."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

As Shorn was basically thrown into his seat he felt a flash of rage. The non-chalant veneer slipped for a moment, showing a hint of the vast wroth which lay pent up behind Shorn's mask of calm. He shoved one hand in his pocket and put the other on the table. He leaned forward, his eyes like chips of ice. Just as piercing, just as dangerous, and not a bit more devious than the eyes of Wraith. Mikhail's arching black brows drew together sharply and a sneer crossed his face as the Jedi threatened him. The man still thought him Sith.

"You can try," Mikhail's voice was low and menacing, despite the situation. He did not fear the Jedi's threat, no matter what his rank. Rage fueled his desire for a conflict. If not with a lightsaber, then with the mind. Mind tricking a non-Force sensitive was difficult enough. Mind tricking another Force User was a grueling task. But to raid and ransack the mind of a force user was next to impossible. One would have to be very skilled specifically at the art of manipulating minds. Even as an apprentice, there were three things Mikhail could do well. He was a premier duelist. His ability to manipulate objects with his mind, such as telekinesis, was formidable. But above all these Shorn was exceptionally able to defend his mind. His stubbornness and will made it very hard to crack his mind and during his year at the training camp he'd learned how to backlash against the invading individual. It would be an excruciating task. Long and arduous, with tenuous results at best.

"I didn't know Jedi were into mind rape." His eyes stayed locked onto Darron's, before he finally rolled them and sat back in the chair. Non-chalance flooded his actions once more. "Am I wearing my I-heart-Sith t-shirt? Why does everyone assume that's what I am?" He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes in mockery. "Is it Jedi policy now that everybody who has a short fuse gets labeled Sith? What malicious acts was I committing, or was it just my existence that pisses you all off?"

 

[Darron Wraith]

"We aren't into mind-rape as you so eloquently put it Sith Apprentice, it was an empty threat. My code forbids me from such things, and its what separates me from being like you." The Jedi Master reached out with the Force and with his mind locked the door from the inside so that no one else could enter the room with the pair just as a precaution. Darron simply folded his prosthetic hand over his hand of flesh on the table and kept his eyes locked with that of Mikhail's. His brow furrowed as he tried to scan the boy with his senses, how did I miss him walking inside the temple? How did any of the Jedi at the temple miss that for that matter? He should have been tagged with a watcher the moment he landed on the planet judging from the amount of hate and anger he is allowing to flow from him at this very moment. A beep from his communicator broke his reverie as he looked down at it, the scan on the temple had shown nothing. Now that just makes absolutely zero fething sense..

Fingers of flesh quickly turned the communicator off as blue eyes still stared into Mikhail's own. He was clearly stand offish, and judging from his demeanor this wasn't the first time he had been in an interrogation. "No Mikhail, we don't automatically tag people with anger issues as Sith. The way in which you focus your rage and emotion and quite loudly broadcast your power through the Force indicates such training. Its not you or how you look, its the fact that you wouldn't know how to do any of that without proper training." Darron crossed his powerful arms across his chest and allowed his body to relax slightly to try and knock some of the edge out of the room. A sigh escaped his lips as he just decided to play honest with the man before him. "Listen, I had issues with my own temper when I was your age. The difference is you know how to channel it, its what defines your power. I can see the sadness and pain that you are converting to rage, you trying to protect Spencer was admirable. I respect that, so don't think it wasn't noticed."

Another few seconds passed as he let his words sink in.

"You keep trying to deflect, you clearly have a military background judging from how you try to subvert all questions. So here's my thought process, not a single Jedi would have missed an apprentice so much as approaching the temple. Yet there you were, deep inside our home. Only Master level Sith can conjure such a power to hide their own darkness, and no Sith apprentice is so bold to just come here. Some of your kind have delusions of grandeur and death wishes....I"ve granted more than a hundred of them such a wish. Yet your signature just popped up? So want to explain all the inconsistencies, or do you want to keep playing this sordid game?"

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The Jedi Master was correct in assuming Mikhail had military experience. Shorn had been through Escape and Evasion training with the Republic. Part of that training involved eventually being captured and subject to interrogation. The Republic was rather restrained when it came to interrogating enemy hostiles, they followed a code of war. Others did not. They knew this and as a result pushed the borders of what was to be termed "legal' under military training. Shorn's understanding of interrogation went far beyond that of a mere civilian. And his Sith training had only put a finer edge on that training.

Mikhail smiled tauntingly. "I like games." If things went too far, Mikhail's own survival was paramount. But they would not go too far, because Jedi were Jedi. Predictable. They had limits. And there was nothing Mikhail enjoyed more than toying with people who had limits. If they stayed within those limits their own victory was unlikely. If they broke those limits to stop him... he still won. Games indeed.

Sitting easily in the chair, Mikhail watched the Jedi, whose arms were crossed. A sign of unease, or frustration perhaps? Mikhail's eyes flickered mischieviously, though beneath them Mikhail felt a pang of anger. This man claimed to see right through him to the hurt beneath. Pain? He doesn't know the meaning of the word. He doesn't know what it's like to be this hated. Fated to a life of lies where the only comfort is vengeance. His smile became tighter. "Sith are just one of many who learn to channel their emotions. Who's to say I'm not just a Dark Jedi who wandered in here? Oh right, you think I'm working with a Sith Master toward some insidious goal. Well, maybe you pompous monk-like, walking-contradictions aren't as all seeing as you think." Mikhail was really on a roll now, his levels of snide traced with resentment hitting an all time high. "But hey, prove me wrong. Tell me why a Sith Apprentice would walk into the temple, in full view of everyone else, then come along without trying to kill anybody. Very un-Sith."

 

[Darron Wraith]

Darron listened to Mikhail, noting the inflection of his voice and his body language. Clearly he was ready to play games because he knew that there would be little consequences for him should he not try and comply with Darron or any Jedi for that matter. He allowed himself to blink as he exhaled his frustrations and allowed the Force to wash over him, its waves bringing peace and acceptance with it. "If you were a Dark Jedi, you would be on the registry and you would be released as we have an agreement with them since both fall under the banner of the Republic. You really think I would arrest you on the spot for having hate in your heart or try and kill you based off your ideology?" The Jedi just calmly leaned a little more in his chair, patience would be the utmost important thing in this situation. He was walking a tight rope just to keep the situation calm and diffused, some within the Order would have been a little more rough to the man by now.

"You have played very nice thus far, I will give you that. All beings are aware of self-preservation, and I know that you have quite a strong will to live. Its what is driving that fear that causes you to constantly redirect every question I fire at you. Your Master must be quite intimidating to have you so scared, that must be embarrassing to have been caught then."

Darron stood up and walked a few steps over to the mirror where everyone was viewing the interrogation. He stared hard at his reflection while making sure to keep Mikhail's position noted as he crossed his arms behind his back and stood at parade rest. "So what did you do to fail so eloquently? You seem to have all the traits of a good soldier, and your Force sensitivity is quite amazing for someone of your rank. Yet here you are serving the Sith, and trying to play dumb. Is it good to always constantly be in fear? I wonder what will happen to you if we were to just let you go? I mean you are pretty decent, but you made it to the temple and didn't kill a soul or sabotage any systems. Yet here you are in this room with me, and the stench of failure is all over you. The Sith must be so proud to have someone who can't seem to do anything right, that must burn to know what they will say after this incident. That can't look good on your record...boy."

He let his words hang in the air for a moment, just to let them marinate. Darron had considerable experience with darksiders, and if Mikhail wanted to play games then why couldn't he? They both seemed well versed in interrogation tactics, so they would dance until one of them tired out. Or if the Jedi was correct, until he could pull enough strings to get Mikhail to speak out of turn or show his true colors. Just wait him out Wraith, don't let him get out of control and manage your words.

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

As the guard came and tried to pull her by the arm, she merely shrugged him off offering a polite smile saying "I'm not some criminal so unhand, as said I'm merely here to see about a weapons and armor contract with the Jedi but I guess the whole Jedi hospitality was only in existence before the Virus as Jedi these days are rude. Guess I'll be better off selling my wares to the Sith. . ."

With that said she began to walk off from the group, however within her own cloaked aura she allowed her eyes to be influenced using force sight. Suddenly, she began to note places where the force was either somehow weaker in certain areas and stronger in others. Whoever was employing such tactics was quite skilled as if they would have simply eliminated their presences she could have simply found them out by seeing who the force was not touching.

However, there was much she could do still do here. As soon as she crossed a corner where she could no longer be seen by the group, she looked around using her enhanced sight to not she was no longer being follow. Gathering her on strength albeit slowly as to not betray her own aura. She found a pillar and began to run up the pillar of course with her aura concealed in the way that it was she could use barely any strength within it to accomplish the feat.

Perhaps if they're weren't so many jedi around she could have hidden herself with her magic but with this much Ashla crowded in one area she knew not to use it as their connection would weaken her disguise and make her more transperant that her current disguise which had caused her to successful avoid detection.

As her body began to remember gravity, she threw her repelling rope toward the small roof of the entrance. Kicking off the wall she was allowed to gracefully sail on top of the entrance. Now to get to the archives before the she could be detected, if she was detected she'd have to kill and if her detection didn't set off another jedi's sense then death surely would.

Something was unsettling her though, she didn't too often get seen through and while not nearly entirely she noticed that Darron actually did. Oh that smug jedi would end up dead or in her bed either one or both didn't really matter of course. Her current thoughts eliciting a smile before she began moving from shadow to shadow.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton was confused as anything now. The sith man loved the jedi girl? And then some woman came in and claimed that he was an agent used to test how technology reacted to the Force? What technology could diminish the effects of the force? The only thing that could hinder that connection would be some sort of drug, and not any of sort of drug you'd want to use on yourself. Then the soldier told Master Wraith he wouldn't shoot him out of respect, a rather powerful sign in Jaxton's opinion, and then Master Wraith drug the sith boy into an interrogation room, which Master Wraith closed before anyone could enter. Jaxton was both displeased and relieved by this moment, as he wanted to see what happened next, but he didn't really have the stomach for interrogation. He could feel the contrast between the sith's fear and hatred and Master Wraith's resolute calm. Then Jaxton realized the geography where this had all nearly taken place, and then addressed the three female padawans and the soldier with him.

"We should secure the younglings if one Sith Apprentice got in here that easily."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Unfortunately for Master Wraith, Mikhail's one area of semi-control was his ability to toy with others. He could be manipulated, of course. But he also had a knack for manipulating others. Most Sith did. Mikhail listened silently as the Jedi explained his reasoning. A mistake, that. The interrogator should be in full control of the room and the only one asking questions. By answering Mikhail's questions, Wraith had given up some of that control.

Nevertheless, the Jedi Master pressed on. His questions were pointed, searching. Shorn's smile became tighter. How did he fail? In many ways. But chiefly, he failed in living up to others' standards. Rather than disappoint, Shorn went to the opposite end of the scale. If people expected only bad, they wouldn't be surprised by what he produced. The Jedi neared his goal of angering Mikhail. The problem was, Shorn wore his mask all the time. Even among other Sith. It would take a lot more than this to get that mask to break. The Jedi searched too hard.

Shorn didn't give a damn what the Sith thought of him. Of course they thought he was a failure. Of course his superiors thought him useless. He didn't discourage them. His care only extended to enabling his own survival. As long as he was useful, he'd survive. As for reputation... well, Mikhail's had always been darker than the rest. Being Sith didn't change that.

Mikhail made a face of disappointment, his smile disappearing. Dark brows drew togther and his mouth became pursed slightly. "See, that's the problem with you Jedi. Here you are ranting about codes and honor, then you say that because I didn't kill anybody or break anything means I'm a failure." Shorn raised an eyebrow, staring at the blond giant's back. "That whole 'arrest me on the spot for ideology'... that's exactly what just happened. You and your whole little order are a facade. You walk around pretending to love peace and justice, but when it comes to Dark Siders you won't be satisfied until we're all dead or behind bars. Hundreds dead, you said? It's quite a little crusade you've got going. Makes me wonder what Dark Siders ever did to you..." Mikhail waited in silence, watching the man for a few moments. "Or maybe I should ask your statue." People did not have statues of themselves for no reason. And reasons often had emotions.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa was somewhat disappointed that Darron shut her out, but she was not going to question his reasons. Her eyes were still ingering on the door when Jaxton spoke to her, though it took her a moment or two to answer. Her mind was whirring away, breaking down the situation at hand and looking for a way to resolve it. "You do that, I'm gonna find out where he came from."

With that she left them, breaking into a run she headed for the security room. The Jedi in control looked up as she entered and smiled "Can I help?" Rosa smiled, in response. "I need to see the security feedback on all the entrances in the past half hour." The Jedi gave her a confused look. "That's a lot of footage. You looking for the sith?"
Rosa shook her head, "Just where he came from and who with."

"Got a picture?" Rosa closed her eyes, projecting Mikhail's image into the security officers face. With a smirk the Jedi knight flicked through the footage, finding Mikhail's entrance with ease. "The hanger bay." he told her, "A ship came in from Tython not too long ago. Looks like he was on it."

Giving her thanks Rosa made her way to the hanger bay, her hands tracing lightly along the transport shuttle as she moved round it. It was a Jedi transport, the pilots had been Jedi, meaning that Mikhail had been concealed in the force long before he landed. Calming her mind she reached out with her empathy and encompassed the ship, pushing for its memories, for the faces of the people it had carried, it was messy at first and it took her a moment or two to make order of the bombardment of images, but she found them nonetheless.

Mikhail's face was easy to find the others came slowly after and satisfied she had seen them all she severed her connection with the ship before reaching out to Darron. They came on a ship from Tython, there not many of them but enough to do damage. She projected the faces as best she cold to Darron before leaving the hangar bay and moving through the temple, hunting for those she could remember.

 

[Darron Wraith]

"What did darksiders ever do to me? Well my best friend in this whole entire world who rescued me from my last predicament was a Sith Lord I turned to the Order." The Jedi Master wouldn't let that one slide, yes he was a skilled warrior and his job within the Order was to stop dangerous Sith. His first and foremost objective was to bring them in, he only killed when left without another option. Either that or if it was the only way to save many more innocent lives, and he regretted each life he ended. "I don't have a personal crusade against them, my main mission in life is to protect innocent life. The reason my kill count is so high is because your fellow brothers in arms left me with no choice, If I have to stop one Sith to save a city I will make that choice the same way every time. " He wandered over back to the chair and sat down, his electric blue eyes boring themselves into the man before him.

You want to get personal, then I will be honest.

"I have every reason to hate your kind, my brother became one of you. He murdered both of my parents in cold blood, forced me into slavery. I was rescued by the Jedi and trained, he maimed me. I have seen the Sith kill all those I hold dear, including making my former wife kill herself. Oh and lets not forget when I was strapped to a wall with a ysalarmi on my chest, and I was forced to watch my six year old son murdered with my own lightsaber blade." His tone remained flat and even, completely devoid of emotion. Darron had long conquered his emotions on these matters and come to acceptance on all of it. Where he had been destroyed, the Force had filled him and healed all of his wounds. It was the only way he had managed to make it this far, and his spirit had yet to be broken.

He leaned forward and placed both of his arms on the cold table, without a word the Master slid the glove off of his forearm length prosthetic to show Mikhail. "I have a statue outside because I have given my all to this Order and to the people of the Republic. I have been broken and bent so many times by your Order I should hate you, but I don't. In fact I offer you the chance to join us if you will. Your Masters would kill everyone of you to accomplish their objectives, and I would die for anyone person in this galaxy to save them from an ounce of pain if I could. " His voice got very quiet as he leaned further in so only Mikhail could hear him. "You say I'm some vengeful warrior, I don't hate anyone despite what has been done to me. I simply love all those I serve and work with so much I would give anything of myself to save them."

They came on a ship from Tython, there not many of them but enough to do damage


Rosa's telepathic message came in, and Darron considered it for a second before he spoke once more to Mikhail.

"So you guys came from Tython, on a transport ship for Padawans?" A small grin crossed his face as he looked his captive over for a few moments, assessing his body language as he thought out his next words quietly. "Listen, I know you assume I'm some harsh man, but I am far from that. You have not directly said what you where, but Spencer knows you and never denied it. Your training indicates that my guess is correct, and believe me I have seen more of your kind than even you have. Whatever mistakes you have made in your life that made you feel that you need to do this, you don't. Forgiveness is not something you run from, turn around and face your actions like the man you can be and take responsibility." Darron pointed to his heart before gesturing towards the general direction that his statue was in.

"I got that statue not for my successes, but for the fact that I have failed and I overcame each failure and rose above the petty emotions that should have swallowed me. You can be a great asset to this Order and a good servant of the people. Just help us and we can help you, can you please see that I am being honest?" As he spoke the words, Darron allowed his feelings to broadcast through the Force to show his sincerity.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Davin walked with the Zeltron padawan to help secure the younglings as the Vice Chancellor's guards escorted the other woman off the premises.

"How are we going to secure these "younglins" of yours?" He asked quizzically.
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[Darth Hauntruss]

[OOC: Apologies for being so late and absent. Life got in the way and some big projects where tossed my way. But now I am back. So…while everyone was busy with Mikhail, Val’Ryss has been off doing her own thing]

From the corners of the temple Val’Ryss watched Mikhail get dragged off by a contingent of Jedi and Jedi Masters. She growled under her breathe, but an idea popped into her head. “What a lovely distraction you have provided us with my fellow apprentice” With that cynical thought she turned and vanished into the corridor opposite to where the Jedi had gone. Like a shadow Val’Ryss lurked about halls looking for any panel or interface for her to conduct her affairs with. After some search she found a directory terminal, fiddling with the holo-map she found a chamber that caught her immediate attention. This chamber housed the source of the Jedi’s power and the source of their greatest weakness. This chamber would be where she would begin her plot and if it succeeded the Jedi would have to test their ideals- to breaking point.


Turning the halls, Val’Ryss could finally sense what she was looking for. She took in a deep breath and with the exhale a sinister hiss followed. “Candles” her voice slithered from her lips, “Many small but pure in flame…..Ah yes, such gentle candles in the darkness.” Moving forward, she repressed her dark energies and restrained her morbid joy. Coming closer she saw them, a group of younglings. They were being looked after by a Jedi who had her back to her. Val’Ryss could not identify the Jedi’s rank, but knowing that with Mikhail being captured the closest Jedi would come first. Val’Ryss approached the Jedi and bowed. The Jedi looked startled but relaxed his guard when he noticed her bow.


“Can I help you Jedi?” the man spoke in a cautious tone. Val’Ryss still in mid bow spoke with a gentile tone, “I am of no need of help my fellow Jedi, and I have come to help you. The alert has been sounded, who knows what dangers lurk the area.” The Jedi nodded and turned pointing to the younglings being herded into another room. “They could use more help protecting the younglings, come with me.” He replied patting Val’Ryss on the shoulder. Raising her head she followed the jedi until he and her entered the room with one of the youngling packs. Val’Ryss turned to the door panel and such the doors. The Jedi turned hearing the doors, he nodded in approval- and so did Val’Ryss.


Before he could speak Val’Ryss closed the distance between them until they were almost touching. Her black gloved hand reached out and grabbed onto the Jedi’s mouth. Darkness bleed from her fingers and seeped into every pore of the Jedi. He began to shake; his mind was being attacked by darkness and chaos. The Jedi after a moment stopped shaking and slumped onto the floor. The younglings stirred into activity, fear gripped their faces. They all clung together and backed away from Val’Ryss. Slowly Val’Ryss crept closer, like a monster she towered over them. But, she stopped and did not strike them, no she had a better idea.


Val’Ryss raised her single finger and let it rest over her corrupted lips. “Shhh, little ones. Shhh. Do not be frightened.” She hissed lowly. The younglings only responded with silence and shivers. “Come now. All will be revealed in due time. All shall be over soon.” Val’Ryss raised her hands and removed the clothe that covered her sith eyes. Dark golden orbs glowed with a sinister passion. “Shhhh. Just sit there and watch my eyes little ones, there will you find freedom and safety. Shhhh” Each ‘ssshhh’ crawled out of her mouth like dark monstrosities in the night. Val’Ryss began to mumble something. It was in a tongue dark and ancient. The voice that stirred within her, the one that had captured her body back on Dathomir became restless. It called out to her and asked what she was planning; she replied “A gift to your continuing cooperation with me. Souls of the innocent for you to taint- my master.” Darkness seeped from her body and swirled around the room. It tossed about before violently ripping into the younglings, piercing their minds and biting into their very beings. This Dathomiri curse, ripped the youngling’s connection to the light side asunder. The Dathomiri spirit that possessed Val’Ryss laughed in black silence- he was pleased.


The bodies of the younglings went limp and they all collapsed onto the floor. Finishing her curse, Val’Ryss lowered her head and returned the cloth over her eyes. She hissed at the sleeping younglings, reaching down to caress the cheek of one Twi’lek youngling, “Sleep my young ones. For when you wake your journey into the darkness shall begin. Not now, not maybe tomorrow, but soon enough, like ticking bombs, the darkness within you- this taint this one has given to you will awaken and then true power will you taste and forever crave.” Val’Ryss rose and turned to the door, its mechanical shriek announced her exist but before she left she looked at the younglings, “We shall meet again- my apprentices”- then the doors hissed closed and Val’Ryss continued her path. Now the room was full of a dark-side taint so thick and so nauseating it would instantly repulse any Jedi who entered. Such a darkness would sicken a Jedi to the stomach.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Blue-grey eyes narrowed and Mikhail's smile evaporated as the Jedi Master spoke. Mikhail didn't know how Wraith had discovered the method of transportation for the Sith strike team. But the jig was up, apparently. How long had the Jedi Master known this information? Why wasn't the temple on full alert? Or maybe it was, now. Mikhail's possibility of getting away without incarceration or death was growing slimmer. The Sith better actually do something, otherwise Mikhail would be stuck here and his sacrifice, willing or not, would be in vain. And that would be lame.


The Jedi Master’s plea for Mikhail to give up his life of darkness fell on a hardened heart. Calloused as it was, Mikhail felt a pang of regret. Sadness. He could never turn back. Not now. He was too far gone. And even if the Jedi Order took him in, he would still be forced to stand trial for the killing of his superior officer. Accidental or not, Mikhail had lost all hope in winning that court case after fleeing the Republic. He had committed treason. Shorn had no wish to see the needle nor the interior of a carbonite box.

“You don’t understand me at all.” Mikhail sneered, ignoring the Jedi’s comments about Typhon. Shorn hated being Sith, but he could never return to the Republic. Besides, the power and allure the Dark Side offered could not be overturned by a few mere words. Mikhail would not let that power go. It was too... precious to him. “If you did, you would never ask me to join your Order.” Mikhail’s deep seated anger roared to the surface of his presence in the Force, like a consuming inferno whose flames danced high and hungry.


“No, I don’t believe you, Wraith. I think you’re either lying to me, or to yourself.” Shorn crossed his arms, the uncomfortable robes still scratchy. However, despite the ugliness of the brown and tan apparel, Mikhail had managed to make it into a fashion statement. As usual. It still itched. Mikhail ignored the discomfort, his face the definition of disdain. The Jedi had given him perhaps too much information. Offer Mikhail an emotional rope and he would bind you with it. “Betrayed by your brother, helpless to save your wife and son? There is hate within you, Jedi. You just don’t want to admit it. You’re afraid of what it will do to you.”


Holding up a hand Mikhail mimed activating a lightsaber. His eyes flickered with wicked intent and his smile turned sickeningly sinister. “How did you say your son died? Killed with your own lightsaber?” Shorn mimed thrusting the blade toward Darron. “Do you remember? I bet you did. Like it was yesterday. Seared into your memory. How many times was your son stabbed? Once? Twice?” Mikhail mimed a thrust with each word. His eyes were a chill pale, devoid of empathy or care. “How long did it take him to die? A second, an hour? And you had to sit there and watch, powerless.” Shorn snorted with derision. “Don’t tell me that doesn’t burn you, Jedi.”

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

OOCagnabbit mobile site. Sorry guys.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

hat was a good question. Jaxton honestly didn’t know what he could do to make the younglings safe. He had no idea what he was up against. The sith boy could have been the only one, or he could have been one of twenty. There was no way to tell, at least none that Jaxton could think of.

“I don’t know. I just know that no sith should be stupid enough to try and come to the Jedi Temple alone. I just want to get over to the people least able to protect themselves before-“ Jaxton said as suddenly he felt a sickening darkness fall over a nearby room, one of the younglings rooms. “something terrible happens.” He finished, his tone and demeanor shifting to one of sorrow.

“Cover me.” Jaxton said as he rushed over to the youngling encampment, spotting a red skinned woman leaving the room where he felt the darkness emerge. Jaxton’s battle meditation emerged, increasing the strength, reflexes, and courage of his companion, while conversely lowering that of the woman in front of him. He naturally fell into stance, his blade tightly focused on the woman.

“If you surrender now I promise I won’t kill you. I can guarantee my friend here will give no such mercy.”

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