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The Council's Deliberation

Coruscant
High Council Chambers

Well that had been slightly awkward! Two formerly known Sith were now making their way back to The Order. They’d already reached out to assist with the restoration of Ahto City, and that had greatly pleased the councillor of Reconciliation. The rest of the council, however, were far more experienced than the twenty-year old and likely had more insights into the history of these two women.
Kiskla only knew what she had been told.
She had met Ashin originally when she was descending her reign as the Sith empress — and nothing had ever been hostile. Even when she had claimed to be a Sith.
Spencer, she had only recently met. But there had never been anything to harbour against. Even their recent attempt to teach in the temple gardens hadn’t been a boast of their power, only knowledge.

Nevertheless, they had been summoned before the council as it was now customary to do for all those who were wanting to teach and train upcoming Jedi.

Also, once the council agreed one way or another, there could be an ease of understanding.

The southeast tower of the Coruscant temple would soon be filled with the familiar souls that inhabited it often. As usual, Kiskla sat in her seat, adjacent to Master Alince's, with her long legs folded. Council meetings were one of the rare occasions when she actually sported traditional Jedi robes. Such blanket-like things.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Ashin Varanin"] | @[member="Phylis Alince"] | @[member="Carn Dista"] | @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | @[member="Ielle E`ron"] | @[member="Syn"] | @[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"]
 
Major Faction

Syn

Nimir-ra to Iella, Jedi Shadow
Syn remained in the seat he had, on Tython and listening to the meeting from the chambers there. It was an interesting situation and he wasn't going to judge yet. So much could go on and about this he wasn't sure what to say. If Ashin and Spencer were serious and truly wanting to come back he wasn't going to deny it. He just wanted to make sure this was no different then others who returned and any crimes seen to. The only real danger he could see would be making sure they aren't just fringe agents. So he appeared in hologram with the others in the chamber and waited to see.

@[member="Iella E`ron"]
 
@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Ielle E`ron | @Syn | @Rianna Organa | @Daella Apparine

Phylis was not a happy camper. She sat in her seat beside Kiskla, her customary dazed look replaced with a grim expression. She'd been exactly on time for this meeting, and her look spoke that this was something she was taking very, very seriously. Usually this was a bad sign.
Two more outsiders had come back. A former Sith Empress and her...protege.... Phylis was not a fan of these proceedings. She was also slightly disturbed by the fact that she felt she should know Spencer Jacobs better, but this incarnation didn't. It was very vexing.
She waited stonily, waited for the prodigal daughters to return.
 
Rianna came in to the chamber noting the happy faces of those already there, was it the day of the PIA should she offer something to make the sitting still more bearable, a pillow, a heating pad, a shot of something stronger.

Rianna headed to her chair, oh she needed a new one of these its corners had become rather sharp and, well she would not say but during meetings Rianna often fought with it, perhaps a band aid, a large one.


@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @Kiskla Grayson | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Ielle E`ron | @Syn | @Daella Apparine | @[member="Phylis Alince"]
 
A former Sith Empress, and the former Fringe leader, one that Josh had to negotiate with before... And her second. Both wanting to join the Jedi. Suspicious. Oddball. Strange. It was either a strange coincidence, or a plot. That was what ran through the minds of many of the Councillors, the Grandmaster knew that.

With the blue dragon hatchling, John, on his shoulder again, the Grandmaster calmly walked to his seat. He regarded the other Council members with a nod before taking his seat. He looked around then....

How many Council members would show? And how would this situation be received and handled?

@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @Kiskla Grayson | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Ielle E`ron | @Syn | @Daella Apparine | @Phylis Alince
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @[member="Phylis Alince"] | @[member="Carn Dista"] | @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | @[member="Iella E`ron"]| @[member="Syn"] | @[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"]

It had been a long, long time since she'd stood before an assembly of Jedi. A decade ago, before Watts and Teferi drew in the disparate remnants of the Jedi and founded the modern Order, there had only been lone Jedi and small enclaves. It was in that environment that Ashin had been raised, trained to Knighthood, deployed on successful errands. She'd never stood before a formal Jedi Council; such a thing hadn't existed when she was a Jedi Knight. And since then she'd met with Grandmasters and Council members, certainly, but not the full assembly.

There was no telling, of course, how much they knew. Presumably, not a lot. Wraith and Watts, or their records, could have confirmed the story she'd told Kiskla, but -- like most leaders of the modern Republic and Jedi Order -- they'd left their stations under unusual circumstances, and they might not have left any records at all. And whatever proof might once have existed that she'd spent her time on the throne redirecting the Empire away from vulnerable targets and toward the one government that could stop the Sith, it had pretty certainly gotten lost in the regimes of Voracitos, Ardik, and Zambrano. To the best of their knowledge, she might very well have been nothing but a tyrant, and that was a disconcerting thought.

But one she'd considered carefully before deciding to come back anyway. The worst they were empowered to do, legally, was remove her from the Order, unless the Republic handed authority for judgment over to the Council specifically. That had only happened twice, so far as she knew: Once for Kyp Durron, and once for the mass murderer Matsu Ike. In those cases, the Jedi had been empowered to exact the full weight of Republic law.

That, too, was a risk she'd weighed before coming in from the cold. Along with the very real possibility that she'd end up taking a lightsabre to the face from some hothead with half a set of facts and ten pounds of righteous indignation in a five-pound bag. Or being Force-stilled, though she seriously doubted the Council was capable of taking the Force from a Lightsider before Ashin could go out the window. Or being executed by Republic authority, which, in many ways, was something she probably deserved. After all, the Five Priestesses had only taught her their technique on the condition that she use it, and before her time.

She'd spent years with perhaps the finest mentalist and empath in the galaxy. Her mind was roughly as impregnable as her body; the Council would get no insights from her mind or emotional state. She radiated nothing. Oh, she could let them in easily enough, but of the seven current members of the Jedi Council, Ashin trusted about half of them, or less, to not take advantage of that opening. So her mind remained silent to their senses as she walked in, reached the center of the room, and bowed fractionally to the Grandmaster.

"Jedi Master Ashin Varanin, reporting for the Council's evaluation and judgment."
 

Carn Dista

Guest
"Making claim to the position of Jedi Master is a bold move, for someone not yet a member of the Order, Mrs. Varanin."

Carn sat stern faced in his regular seat within the chambers. Of all the Jedi in the room, it was likely that he was the most opposed to allowing the former empress any position in the order beyond that of Padawan. Why? He had no reason to trust her, or her motives. The way of the Darkside was one of deceit and deviance, followed with an unhealthy side order of heresy and corruption. Regardless of her current or past motives, the bearded Jedi saw but one thing before him: A Darksider.

Unlike many council meetings, where Carn appeared in heavy robes with his lightsaber thoroughly concealed, he had forsaken his outer robe, ensuring that should the woman become hostile, he would be free to move unencumbered. It may not have been something Ashin herself picked up on, yet to the councillors it spoke volumes on just how little he trusted Ashin, and just how much of a threat he sensed she would become.



@[member="Ashin Varanin"]@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]@[member="Rianna Organa"]@[member="Phylis Alince"]@Syn@Kiskla Grayson
 
Spencer had entered the council chambers close behind Ashin, she remained behind the woman, but not out of fear more protectively than anything. The council focused on Ashin, yet they didn’t realize what the pair was like together – there was a reason they balanced each other and not many knew this. Spencer didn’t trust the council, her already fragile trust was shattered by one of the Masters previously when they were in the gardens. The girl remained on the defensive and chose to keep her mouth shut letting Ashin do the talking. Her diplomatic training was near perfection, but at times her youth got the best of her.

It had been some time since Spencer had faced a Grandmaster, she never met Selena, but Ben Watts and Darron Wraith had audiences with her. Wraith offering her a choice to either spy on Ashin or leave the Order. Seeing the untruthfulness in what he was asking from her she chose to leave the order and follow Ashin as her student. Ben attempted to bring Spencer to the light, but the rogue forcer couldn’t latch herself down with the shackles of the Republic. This was always her home and it bothered her knowing that every time she tried to come home she was met with some sort of hurdle. Feeling now was the right time she decided to jump through them. A hand extended briefly touching the small of Ashin’s back for only a moment and then falling.

Instantly, she barricaded her mind and would do the same for Ashin if she motioned for it. Though for now, she knew the woman had spent enough time with her to learn what it felt like to have your mind poked and prodded for information. She had nothing to hide, but she didn’t trust anyone in this room besides the woman she stood near. Since she was a child, the Jedi hadn’t been the most welcoming of folks, but she was willing to try again to belong here.

Thinking quietly to herself, she groaned knowing that her Master was more of a Jedi than most wandering the halls of the Order. Still, Spencer bit her tongue and waited to be addressed.

@[member="Carn Dista"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Phylis Alince"] @Syn @Kiskla Grayson
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Carn Dista"]

Pale blue eyes examined the man she'd recently watched on holocam as he attacked a being under the influence of a powerful Dark Side artifact, before being called off by other Jedi, including the Grandmaster.

"I have been a member of the Jedi since I was fourteen. Since my return from a decade undercover, I have been acknowledged as a Jedi Master by Master Ben Watts, the founder of the modern Jedi Order, and by the Five Priestesses who taught me to transcend death and pass into the Force in the manner of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda. If I am not a member of the Order, you, the Council, have no authority over me; but the Council does have authority over me, and I am a member of the Order. That much is, or should be, self-evident."

She looked away from Dista with a subtle shift of her body that indicated he no longer had her attention, and turned to @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]. "Grandmaster, I was under the impression that this meeting is about whether I'll continue to be. If the Council has questions for me, stipulations, limitations -- if they wish to hear my final report -- if they wish to remove me from the Order and turn me over to the Republic's legal system, in what would be a rather unprecedented move for Jedi accountability -- that's the Council's decision and I'll abide by it, whatever it is, within the bounds of Republic law. I'm not here to set conditions on my return. I came here to face your collective judgment, and answer your questions."
 
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you, Ashin" the Grandmaster said calmly, yet with a firmness not seen when he had met the woman last. Time and responsibility had hardened the young Grandmaster like perfectly heated clay. His shining brown eyes almost seemed to pierce into those of the former Empress and Fringe Leader, yet with that faint twinkle of compassion, of love for what he did and what he stood for still there, still lingering in the annals of the mind of Grandmaster DragonsFlame.

"What are you, as well as Miss Jacobs... Doing here?" he asked calmly. "Why the sudden decision? Why step down from a position in the Fringe to come to the Jedi and surrender yourself to the Council's judgement? Last we met, you seemed quite content to go on about conditions and things for the Fringe, why the change of heart? Why go to the other side in what is, as you liked to call it, a Cold War?"

"I hope you realize just how much suspicion, how much distrust this shift in your decisions has garnered for you, Master Varanin" he said calmly. "But I will, for now, treat you as one of my own brothers and sisters. That is why I won't sugarcoat a thing, and I will, unlike some here, treat you with the respect a Jedi carries. If you truly are a Jedi at heart, and not trying to weed your way into the trenches to kill from the inside... We'll find out in time, hopefully"

"Have you considered the consequences of what you've done? If you are sincere, you will certainly in time be accepted by those around you, but right now you are surrounded by a cloud, a mist, of mystery. Of suspicion. Of unrest and uneasiness that fills each Jedi every moment you pass by. While I apologize personally for the actions of Master Carn Dista, and he really was just trying to do his job, were you not prepared for the possibility of someone finally stepping up to confront you and your friend on intentions?" he asked, peeking over at Spencer behind her. "I have not forgotten you, Master Jacobs. The same questions apply to you. The question is... Why? What are your intentions? What were your motives? What was going through the head of Ashin Varanin and Spencer Jacobs?"

He smiled faintly. "I have asked enough questions for one burst. Take your time, it's a lot to take in and answer. But we may as well get down to business"

@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @Kiskla Grayson | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Ielle E`ron | @Syn | @Daella Apparine | @Phylis Alince
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @[member="Phylis Alince"] | @[member="Carn Dista"] | @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | @[member="Iella E`ron"]| @[member="Syn"] | @[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"]
If the Grandmaster wanted exhaustive, she intended to deliver.

"Grandmaster, the Unknown Regions are my home, and the men and women who defend them against the many, many threats of the dark, those people are my family. During my last months as leader of the Fringe, I used a false Dark Side signature to keep the respect of some of the people I've been leading towards honor, duty, self-sacrifice and introspection. When I allowed Master Moridena to perform her purity test on me and demonstrate my true nature, it was to protect my people that I accelerated my timetable for that revelation. When you and the Chancellor gave a formal apology for attacking my family at O'reen, that apology indicated to me that, for the first time in some time, the Order might actually be in the stewardship of individuals possessing a conscience.

"Shortly thereafter, the Dark Side warped a very old and dear friend of mine, a man who was a son to me. I was able to pull him back from the brink; his last act, before he died of the effects of our fight, was to call off an attack that would have killed thousands of the people I swore to protect. After I killed him, I went on a leave of absence from my duties as a commander in the Fringe Confederation's defensive force. I traveled to Bardotta to meet with the Dagoyan Masters, pure Lightsiders who focus on insight rather than power, but distrust the Jedi. They saw my flaws -- pride, hubris, a tendency to see the Force as a set of powers or tools. Between my flaws and their understanding that I was a Jedi, tather than teach me themselves, they told me to seek out a world where I could find the answers to my questions."

Her weight shifted on the gimer stick cane that helped her limp. "I went to Dagobah. Entered the cave there, twice, faced one of my great fears. I spent my soul redirecting evil against evil to spare good, and throwing evil against strength to spare the weak, in the hope that evil would break and something worthwhile would come out of it. I did that twice: With the Empire, and in the early days of the Fringe. I saved billions of lives, and millions died. And in the cave on Dagobah, I saw those who died, and those who lived. They told me that I'd sold my soul for nothing, that they didn't need me, that nothing I'd done had mattered, that they never asked for it and didn't want me. A voice, a very odd voice, told me that I needed to get past rationalization and accept full responsibility for what I'd done. The voice told me to listen to the Force, and follow it to where I needed to go.

"The voice and the Force led me to a planet in the Deep Core. It exists on no chart, it has no name, is hidden in the Force except to those who are sent there. It's the homeworld of the Force, if I understood its caretakers right. The living Force, released from all life at death, is spun back out into the cosmic Force by this planet. The beings who live there once instructed Yoda in the secret of retaining individuality after death, but would only teach him after he passed certain trials.

"Since you ask about my change of heart, I should give some background here. I was not born to this body; after I sacrificed my life to save the Vagrant Fleet and the planet Mandalore from Darth Moridin, I learned the art of taking a new body, a purpose-made genetically-engineered one provided by an old friend. This was years ago, when I was still bound to the Dark Side by five variants of Sith poison. I understood, and still understand, exactly how the Dark Side would teach us to cheat death selfishly, for us or our loved ones. That process was a mockery, a lack of trust in the will and dynamics of the Force, but as a Darksider I clung to it as the only way to ensure that I would be with Spencer forever. The priestesses of the Force's homeworld gave me the final puzzle-piece in that change of heart.

"They told me that I could live with my guilt, for as long as my skill or my power could keep me alive, in order to defend and guide my friends and family. Or I could realize that I was setting an example that worked against accountability, a bad example, and the lesson of my continued life was outweighing the good I could do by standing by my people and the worlds I swore to protect. They told me I would do the most good for my friends and family by choosing to accept the consequences of my actions, come what may.

"The trials began, then. It's not for me to say what the normal trials were; most who find their way to that world are people who've never felt the burden of innocent blood. Suffice it to say I faced the greatest temptations, the greatest needs, of my entire life. My worst fear of all, my fondest wish turning against me...I could go on. In the end, the Five taught me their art, on a condition that I'm sure they've never demanded of the good souls who came there before me.

"They taught me to transcend death, on the condition that I use their teachings -- die -- and atone for my sins by dying before my time. Not suicide, but acceptance of whatever might come. That's why I came here, even though I knew the Republic might decide to execute me. Because I'm ready to take whatever's proper, and show the people I love that a clear conscience is worth dying for.

"If you still doubt me, come with me to the world of the Five, and learn what I learned. That's the other reason why I've come back -- to show you that your wars, your enemies, your pride, your prejudices don't have to make you as lost as I was. To show you a victory for all time."
 
@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @Kiskla Grayson | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Ielle E`ron | @Syn | @Rianna Organa | @Daella Apparine

Phylis listened to Ashin's words. There was much to be valued here. The other woman had been through a lot, had gone further than almost anyone else in pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. She returned here with reasonable explanations for her actions.
However, the revolving door was not just something that nice explanations...excuses could erase. Tempering influence or no, Ashin had been a Sith Empress. Empress! Sith Poison, expedients, auras and deceptions explained her actions, they did not excuse them. Not for Phylis anyway.
She was not the sort for arguing though, usually getting quite flustered. So she decided to ask a question.

"Were the Council to accept your story, what now? You were Empress of the Sith, leader of the Fringe, even if you are as innocent as you claim, you must understand our reluctance to simply open the door again. I put it to you that we cannot trust your loyalty blindly, and that we should ask for reassurance here. Either by you going into comfortable 'supervised' apartments for a while, or providing the Jedi with information on your former associates in the Fringe. If you wish to be a Jedi again we must be able to trust you."

Her eyes settled on Spencer, who this writer has been informed today, the girl she had met five years before, just once. It had not been a successful encounter.
 
@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @Phylis Alince | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Syn | @Rianna Organa | @Daella Apparine | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Saying all the right words in the right places, this seemed like a well rehearsed speech to Iella, having no pause or moment of thought. And yet she stands in front of the Jedi Council asking for trust, when she gives none. Iella had not tried to probe the woman's mind, there was no need for it, but she could sense the Ashin's pride and arrogance, in fact it seeped through her body language as Iella looked over them both as she had been seated in her position this whole time listening to the questions and answers.

Master Alince is correct, regardless of this new found 'enlightenment' what of her past actions, this enlightenment will and should not simply wash those away, there had to some form of recompense. Iella had not met either of them, knew of them of course, but her judgement will remain suspended for the moment.

"If we are to consider your return to the Jedi Order, can you tell me what you think .. if you where in our position .. we should do? Why we would trust you when you stand here with little trust in us? and if we do decide on your reintroduction what course of action would be deemed appropriate for your supplication?". She looked to both Master Varanin and Jacobs for the answers.

"I address both of you, and I require an answer from both", her eyes piercing the silent Master. If Iella had her way and if they are to return to the Order, she would demote them both to Padawan and have them go through rigorous tests of their new 'calling'.
 
So many questions flew towards her, they pointed Ashin out and then to make sure that she wasn’t forgotten they pointed at her as well. She remained behind Ashin, her eyes averted towards the ground. Spencer couldn’t look at them, she remembered the interrogation she received as a padawan before she left the Order. There was never a gray area with the Jedi and even more so with this council there wasn’t even black and white. The council was obviously prepared to deal with them as monsters, passing judgement before they entered the door.

Fighting every urge she made sure she kept herself cut off from them, knowing if she felt anything through her sensitive empathy she wouldn’t like it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and thought about her answer, she would address the Grandmaster first and then the two women who chimed in. Spencer didn’t look towards @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] , “Like Ashin, I was a Jedi. I was born on Dathomir, into the Singing Mountain Clan to a woman named Satara Hawk. I have a twin brother who resides in the temple, but from my sources he too has left the Order. We were sent here to learn to become Jedi. I managed to fall through the holes, no one wanted to train me. I was a problem, I was a liability because I couldn’t handle my empathy.” She didn’t know where she was going with this story but it felt right to tell them, she wanted to be home somewhere she had known order and she knew Ashin wanted to be home as well. The girl closed her eyes and continued to speak softly.

“I had gotten into trouble on a Star-liner, Ashin had found me and from there she began my training. I returned to the Order and was given the choice to either spy on the Empress of the Sith, telling Darron Wraith every aspect of my personal life or leave. I believed it was none of the Order’s business to know what happened in my personal life so I left to return to my training with Ashin. I learned nothing of the Sith code, in fact my first lesson was Battle Meditation and Force Valor. She never treated me like a Sith Apprentice, thus I never was fully controlled by the Dark Side. I believe in Balance and my lessons in the light were never complete. I realized this during the Republic, invasion of O’reen. I spoke with one of your masters Daella Apparine and knew it was time to come home...my journey has come full circle and the knowledge I hold I know will benefit the Jedi protecting them and keeping them from pathetically losing their lives…”She finally looked up and eyed every Jedi Master in the room. “Because they were ill informed, because of the closed minded lessons they have been given.”

Thinking on what @[member="Phylis Alince"] a woman she had met five years ago around the time she had left the Order, had said made her eye twitch slightly. Finally, she stepped forward and stood in front of Ashin, her eyes narrowed slightly looking at the woman her voice showing her frustration, but she didn’t yell. “We know each other Master Alince. You suggest to cage us like troubled children, we’ve done nothing against any of you. Our nations co-existed up until Roche, even then there was no trouble afterwards. Even the Fringe existed without issue. It was the Republic who started the wars. Your invasion on O’reen, I had received reports of a Dark sider fighting for the Republic, yet you sit here and to treat us as if we are still trying to cling to the Dark Side.” Quickly once again her eyes scanned and noticed @[member="Carn Dista"] ‘s lightsaber being shown like a threat. “We come unarmed, yet you brandish weapons. We’ve done everything to be accepted, we stepped on toes for our question and answer forum which I understand that knowledge isn’t freely given like it was when I was a padawan. Master @Iella E’ron You ask about my trust? Can you blame me? You’re more prepared to fight us than even bother accepting what we have to say. You’re paranoid waiting for something terrible to happen when there has been no evidence of such even in our past. I do not need to tell you your own code - paranoia and doubt where do they lead?”
Returning to her quiet demeanor, she spoke softly. “We just want to come home…”

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @Syn @Kiskla Grayson
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Phylis Alince"] @[member="Iella E`ron"]

Ashin gave Alince a long, slow blink, every bit as inscrutable as your standard Daella Apparine non-expression.

"Let me answer your question, Master Alince, by answering Master E'ron's. And Master E'ron, I will address your question by answering Master Alince's. Master Alince, you suggest, among other things, house arrest as a means of regaining the trust that Master E'ron values. Now, at the risk of telling you your business, I'd submit to you that your standard ways of dealing with former fallen Jedi are flawed. House arrest solves little. If I was a Sith using a false Light Side aura -- which Master Moridena conclusively demonstrated that I'm not -- or simply adopting a different state of mind while holding a treacherous purpose, consider how long Palpatine waited and how many Jedi trusted him. Or, if you want a recent example, consider the mass murderer and war criminal Matsu Ike, who was imprisoned briefly after the Metalorn massacre, then released into house arrest and re-deployed into the field at Manaan. If you question my trust in your judgment, Master E'ron, consider the fact that the Council put Ike under house arrest, then put her into action at Ahto City, where she showed her true colors again by battering the city with a storm that almost certainly, conveniently, sank the third of it that held the Sith army. As well as millions of civilians. You deployed a war criminal. The hologram sitting in that chair was banished from the Order for being convicted of treason and for attempted statutory rape.

"And Master A'lince knows better than anyone why a rational person would have trouble trusting the Jedi Council. She might remember a case where a Padawan named Spencer Jacobs was given a choice not unlike the one you've suggested. She could either report on every detail of our personal life -- the Jedi were most explicit on that -- or she could walk away from the Order free and clear. As the only conscionable choice was to leave, she left. At which point the Council sent Phylis Alince to murder her." Ashin smiled without humor. "A Padawan who'd just been told she was free to make her own decision. That's cult behavior. So Master Alince came to murder her on the Council's orders, and Spencer convinced her to train her behind the Council's back instead, while Spencer was helping pacify and unite the Outer Rim.

"Or we could talk of Master Dista. But I think we all know whether he tries to be a good man or not.

"Make no mistake. This is not me putting myself above you. This is me pointing out the pointlessness of you putting yourself above me. And when you ask me to turn on the people I consider family, the people for whom I sacrificed everything and will sacrifice more -- For what? So that you can perform a repeat of your immoral idiocy at O'reen? So much for that public apology you made, the reparations you paid. I would defend the Republic against anyone, but my first duty is to defend my home. Now, usually, that involves defending it against Lotek'k, Mnggal-Mnggal, the Ssi-Ruuvi, the Sorcerers of Rhand, the Ebruchi, the Eickarie, the Abominor. But you've pretty consistently proven that it also means defending my home against a tinpot theocracy that's suborned the name and moral high ground of what was supposed to be the greatest democracy in eight hundred years. You struck first. You came for my home and my family. When you apologized, I allowed myself to trust that the Jedi Council hadn't completely gone off the rails.

"But seeing what faces make up this conclave..." She shook her head. "Master E'ron, Darron Wraith trusted you with his legacy. Master Grayson, you're the finest Jedi I've known. Master Organa, your record speaks for itself. Master DragonsFlame, you're making a pretty decent stab at 'tough but fair.' The rest of you...well, you're kind of worthless as people. I've seen more consistency, honor, and compassion among the Sith. Did you know the Republic and the Jedi have broken their last three promises of non-violence toward my home? We're all just sitting in the Unknown Regions, defending your worlds against evils you can't even comprehend, waiting for you to break yet another formal agreement. We all know it's coming; it's self-evident. Eventually you're going to turn on us, because you need an enemy to justify your state of mind, and you'll keep on sheltering and deploying war criminals in the process.

"I was rather hoping I would find the Jedi Council capable of helping us toward some kind of closure, whatever form that might take. Fool that I was, I even took you at your word that, fallible mortals that we all are, you speak for the will of the Force. Instead I find myself surrounded by faces that I can't trust, that the galaxy shouldn't trust..." She grimaced. "If any of you want to learn honor and compassion, I know a few Fringers who would teach it to you. But it's clear to me that my home still needs to be defended against you. How is it that you don't grasp the really fundamental truth that evil committed while serene, while feeling justified, is still the Dark Side, and all the more evil for it?

"You think I'm asking you to trust me. I'm not here begging for readmittance. I came here for your judgment, without an agenda or a preferred outcome. I came here for closure. I'm not here to tell you to trust me, I'm here to tell you to trust the Five. Whose world I could have shown you, and still could, but I guarantee their trials would kill about half of you stone dead.

"I think we're done here. You can find me on the Spires of Hell. But come for my family again, and I'll show you transcendence personally."

Without telegraphing, without warning, and precognitively, a powerful telekinetic grip seized both Spencer and Ashin and railgunned them toward the nearest window. Ashin was charitably known as the galaxy's greatest tank. She folded around Spencer, drawing on her mindboggling strength to fuel Ashin's specialty: Force Weapon, full-body, an absolute dominance of the area directly around them. She wrapped that protection around herself and Spencer in an eyeblink. Her body smashed through the window, and they began a long, long fall. Her other specialty was grounding, which drew them inexorably downward. Spencer's Force-born supercharging, and their long collaboration, amplified Ashin's specialized skillset.
 
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Syn

Nimir-ra to Iella, Jedi Shadow
"Well that was insightful." Syn looked at the rest of the council and shrugged remaining in his seat. "If you need me I shall be on Tython, master E`ron I will require your help for something in the near future." He let the hologram shimmer and disappear while moving from the chambers.
 
Josh had allowed them to be honest. Perhaps that wasn't the best of ideas, but it was how he handled things.

He had allowed them to field his questions, then those of the other Councillors. He had noticeably raised an eyebrow when Ashin had mentioned some unknown (To him at least) details about Phylis's past.

Well, the cute library girl was a killer? That he didn't know. He had assumed Master Alince had always been a nonviolent bookworm. But ah, how things change in the blink of an eye.

His questions had been answered, as had those of the other members of the Council. Josh opened his mouth to speak, but he was suddenly interrupted by another verbal bashing by Ashin. Before he could stop them, they suddenly SUPER SAIYAN JITSU crashed through the window and left. Well, that certainly didn't help their case at all.

The Grandmaster let out a sigh. That... Was a very immature response by them. Couldn't they have used the door? The Jedi Temple wasn't exactly funded very well.

"I'm going to this "Spire Of Hell" to speak to them personally" he said as he got out of his seat and began walking.

"Alone."

It wasn't his favorite idea, but fewer numbers might mean a bit more calm in diplomacy. If they resorted to violence? The Grandmaster was confident he could at least escape to warn the others.

The Grandmaster flipped his hood over his head and left without another word. His face told nothing but business.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this...


@Spencer Jacobs | @Ashin Varanin | @Kiskla Grayson | @Carn Dista | @Joshua DragonsFlame | @Ielle E`ron | @Syn | @Daella Apparine | @Phylis Alince
 

Carn Dista

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"I have a feeling ashin just decided two fates in one hand. A pitty. Out of the two of them, it wss Spencer who seemed most ready to truly redeem herself. I see no reason not to offer Jacobs a second chance, yet Ashin's pride and arrogance seems to be stopping them both.

I'll make the arrangements to have that window seen to. The draft would be most off putting at this time of the year."
 
Kiskla had been woefully observant for the entirety of the..interview. It was most out of character for her to take a spectator’s position, but in reality she didn’t know enough of her councillors histories to say much. Yes, she knew Ashin’s story, but her time as an empress was unknown to her, in reality. She didn’t seem cold or callous, and she had been through much. As had Spencer — and in fact, the last line delivered by the blonde woman struck her. They just wanted to come home. That had caused Kiskla to shift uncomfortably and cover her mouth somewhat — to prevent any other sort of betraying facial features from surfacing. Good thing she’d covered her mouth, because her eyes widened significantly when it was mentioned that Master @[member="Phylis Alince"], her all time favourite, had been sent as an assassin. No offence, but had resources really been that low back in the day?
This Order seemed as though it could never satisfy anyone. They were warmongers, or they were too cautious. When Ashin propelled herself and her wife backwards, Kiskla jumped to her feet to look out the window. Such a shame, that hidden planet and the five priestesses had sounded intriguingly cool to her.

Her hands were against the windowsill, miraculously spared from the shards of glass, when Joshua spoke. Her grip tightened with agitation, a slight flood of some sort of emotion rolling through her system. As Grandmaster and representative of The Order, it was proper for him to take this step. His suggestion to go alone, however, was what slightly offended her.She exhaled calmly and nodded, turning slowly and brushing the heels of her palms together to rid of any sort of lingering debris.

“Don’t kark up.” Was the only respectful advice she could summon. Those poor women had just had the welcome mat pulled from their feet. If Josh didn’t go back with a golden plaque for them to wipe their soles on, there would be no want for them to return. And return to what? The Order needed to figure out where it stood, and what it was. She couldn't continue to represent an enigmatic organization with discord threaded throughout.

In the meantime, it was due time Kiskla payed attention to some messages from Iridonia and contact her partner in crime @[member="Tamara"] to accompany her.

@[member="Iella E`ron"] | @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | @[member="Ashin Varanin"] | @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Carn Dista"] | @[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"] | @[member="Syn"]
 

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