Judging the convicted

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Ijaat Mereel"]
[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]

Location-space above Roche

The transport reverted to real space, she looked out among the space to the planet slowly approvhimg, she closed her eyes as she sighed and then opened sending a message to ijaat

*I am above the planet and about to land at the designated area in about 15 minutes*

She sent it and walked back relieving the man to go land as she looked to cathul*we are almost there I'm going to let you out of the cell * she said as she released the lock and kept her Saber at the ready

On the ground...

Dust kicked up as they landed, stardust led her out at gun pount, cathul would be cuffed, stardust slipped her helmet on and wait for the two to arrive

 

[Cathul Thuku]

The moment of truth is soon approaching for Cathul. She was mostly nervous, trembling like a portaak leaf, but expecting not to be killed off. She is dar'manda, but hopefully they will understand that the crime wasn't severe enough for her to be killed off. To pure Mandos, the status of dar'manda is a fate worse than death; her crime of abusing an improper channel amounted to an overt declaration of dar'manda-ness to some. But resigning from her station as Governor of Azure was the best thing - at the time - that could have happened to the residents of Azure's trust in their public institutions. May the current governor of Azure be better-loved among the population than I was: the most controversial item - to their eyes - about my gubernatorial tenure is my universal healthcare plan, which promised cost-effectiveness among the best in the galaxy by using an array of Force-healers to prop op the entire operation, thereby reducing the cost of equipment, she thought. Sure the Alor'e Council didn't appreciate that I issued 50 million in bonds at the beginning of my tenure, but the first round of debt was actually the seed money that allowed today's Azure to be the Azure we know today: they struggled to understand that it takes time for a recolonization effort to pay off. She will soon face her accusers, especially [member="Ijaat Mereel"], and to a lesser extent [member="Draco Vereen"], who nevertheless showed her leniency when the crime was committed. [member="Stardust Raxis"], her captor, opened the door of her cell, but she was still cuffed and awaiting judgment.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

There was nothing and less to be said. The whelp knew her crimes. Though he received them on the footsteps of the newly built Hall of Judgement on Roche, he was not dressed to war. Armored, yes. His hammer slung at his back and a pistol at his hip, yes. Perfunctory, though. This meeting required nothing more than the observances of formality. For him to take over care dressed down would be.... Unheard of. But the twi'lek would not be entering the hallowed halls dedicated to figures of legend that had passed. She would not walk under the shadowed gaze of old allies of his like [member="Ember Rekali"] and [member="Strider Garon"], statues to judge those less worthy. She would be dealt with, here, on the steps.

Without a word uttered.

Turning to his companion and friend, he nodded to Draco and jerked his head to the twi'lek. He would know what was required.

[member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]