Facing Judgement: A Story of Repentance

[Rev]

The Imperial Knight stood next to her comrade for only a moment before nodding to her. They hadn't been colleagues for long, but the woman's trust in Knight had grown significantly since their meeting on Hoth. They had exchanged words over the past few days and time would tell whether or not they would meet again. It was with the Imperial Knight's help that it was possible for Remy to get a personal ship and everything possible to get off world.

"Thank you, Knight. Let the Commander know I'll be waiting for her at the Temple on Coruscant."

With a nod of the head Aÿisha would close the windshield. Vapor would hiss outward as it sealed shut, the ship slowly lifting off the ground as she gave a final wave to Knight unsure of any other way to thank the woman. It wouldn't be long and the ship would be breaking atmosphere and finding itself in the vacuum of space. The astromech outside would chime out with a series of beeps. The old R9 unit telling the former Jedi that the navi-computer had found the coordinates necessary to jump to Lightspeed.

With a jolt the ship fell silent before bolting away at hyperspeed. Before she knew it the ship was in a hyperspace tunnel and she'd be en route to the core of the galaxy; to a place she once called home.

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Exiting hyperspace the four moons would come into view; four that she had known all too well: Centax-1, Centax-2, Centax-3, and Hesperidium. Looking at the four satellites she'd flip the appropriate switch to bring the ship into autopilot. Reaching into one of the few compartments she'd take out the personal comlink and begin entering one of two frequencies; the first being that of the Jedi Temple.

"This is Jedi Knight Aÿisha Remy, requesting landing.."

The pause would take much longer than it would any other time. It was probably the state of shock at learning the Jedi was still alive. They hadn't heard from her since Tanaab.. That horrid day months prior where 4 Knights were lost.. The Jedi had no doubt never heard from any of the members.

"I seek meeting with the Council.. They have much to know about."

With an exhale she wondered what was to come; if her life would continue down the path she chose or if Exile would be the only path in her future. Inhaling the fabricated air she would wait approval before beginning the landing process..

 

[Dmitri]

Bellatrix La Rouge had originally planned to accompany Ayisha Remy to Coruscant, but matters had required her to meet with an Imperial Knight on Empress Teta, so Remy and Knight had been stranded for a while until another ship had been sent to retrieve them. However, Rouge had managed to conclude her business that she had the time to travel to Coruscant before Remy arrived. This allowed Rouge to be available for when Remy came to meet with the Jedi Council.

Rouge had arrived at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant an hour before Remy, and told them that her reason for being there would soon be present. When news of Remy's arrival came, Rouge would reveal her intentions of attending the meeting.

 

[Rev]

"Knight... Remy; you're approved for landing.. Docking bay 27-C is awaiting your ar-.."

She'd quickly cut it, cutting the crisp voice off in its tracks.

"If you don't mind.. I have important information in regards to the council.. I will land in outside the front entrance.."

It was a rare thing for such a landing; but often delegates and many foreign diplomats would use the open yard as a landing zone. After a long pause the womans cool voice would come through again.

"As you wish. Take her down."

Taking hold of the yoke the ship would then begin its gradual descent. It wouldn't take long for her to break atmosphere again and spot the towering symbol of the Jedi in the distance. As a smile would curl on her lips she'd allow the droid to take over the landing procedure.

Shuffling through that same compartment she had taken the comlink from she withdrew a datapad. All the required data she had taken over the past months was on the small device. Everything she could recall going back to a couple weeks prior to Tanaab were all documented within the small device. Closing the compartment for a final time she'd look up to feel the landing gear come in contact with duracrete.

"Home sweet home.."

She would speak outloud before swallowing some of the nerves that had developed in her stomach. She was no longer the young woman she had been the first time she arrived here. It was time for her to grow up fast and to focus on the task at hand. Swallowing more than just her pride she'd hit the activator which would bring down the windshield, hopping out and looking over the small craft as three Jedi approached the ship in the distance. Looking to the R9 unit in the back of the ship she motioned for it to exit and it did as commanded.

"Master Remy, wh-"

The young Jedi would speak out to the former Jedi Knight only to be cut off by her raising a finger as if to silence him; a silence he followed.

"My business is with the Council, young one.. If you would lead me to their chambers."

Reaching her arms out she would show she meant know harm. Motioning to the R9 unit she'd let off that same 'feeling' for the mechanism.

"I assure you, we mean you no harm. I will be awaiting Commander Bellatrix La Rouge."

"She's here already, Master Remy.."

The voice would quickly answer her back, an answer that brought a quirked brow to the former Jedi. She was surprised to hear the Commander had arrived so quickly; especially after being away. Nudging the thought aside she simply nodded and motioned for the three to lead her to the Commander.

"Then, carry on."

Walking into the Jedi Temple the group would come across one of the few security checkpoints. Being looked over the officer would ask them all to show their "arms" before entering. Doing so Aÿisha reached to her side to show her only Lightsaber clipped to her hip. As the others did the same some showing multiple they would step through a scanner which would chime out before letting them through. Stepping inward she'd pass in before catching sight of Bellatrix, a smile gracing her face she'd take steps at the powerful Knight.

"I'm surprised to see you here so quickly!"

She'd stop in front of the woman before bowing her head both in respect and in regard to rank. Motioning over to the droid at her side the tin can would beep out several times before rocking back in forth as if in a joy or frenzy.

"Commander, R9.. My newest.. companion I guess you could call it."

She tapped the lugnut on the head before looking back to La Rouge some nerves still shining through; even evident on her face.

"I know none of these Jedi.. I'm unsure of what will happen.."

She paused for only a moment.

"..Should... anything happen..."

She looked to R9 one more time before looking at Bellatrix's feet. As if speaking to them and not her.

"should I not be allowed exit... Do not blame them."

She huffed in a breath of air before looking for the first time at the towering Council Chamber doors. Gulping down a mixture of saliva and breath she'd await for them to call her in.

 

[Dmitri]

Rouge awaited Remy's arrival. Soon after she felt Remy's presence, Remy entered the temple where security scanned and processed her. Rouge had been waiting with a comforting smile on her face.

"True, I didn't think I'd be able to get here on time, but things worked out," said Rouge. Remy introduced her to R9. "Nice to meet you." Rouge gave R9 the simple courtesy she gave sentient beings, as while they have more refined feelings, they have them to a degree, and you never knew when one could be vital to one's survival.

Remy mentioned that she didn't know many of the Jedi present. Rouge didn't either, though her reason for that was that Rouge had been a Jedi many decades ago. Still, Remy seemed concerned, not about the unknown Jedi, but what would occur.

"The Jedi do not kill prisoners or traitors," reminded Rouge. Personally, she thought that sometimes that was not always appropriate, but at least in some cases they cut people off from the force. "Right now, you have only two situations to worry about: exile and cutting you off from the Force. I am here to make sure that the latter does not happen. I know you'd probably prefer not to be exiled, but I think you should come to the realization that you could be exiled." She gave a comforting smile. "But let us hope such does not become the case. Do not worry, though. If such misfortune occurs, you won't be alone."

 

[Rev]

She had tried her best to smile, but had only managed to curl the corners of her lips some. She wasn't looking forward to being labeled an Exile in the eyes of the Jedi; at least that is what her face and nerves would show. Deep down her emotions tried to stay calm and hidden; away from the emotions her mind and body felt in regards to her once 'family.'

"I'd like to thank you again, you have been much help.. I sense out journey will not end here."

Her smirk managed to grow into a half smile; trying her best to hide her true emotions of the situation. It was those large doors in front of her that stood her hairs on edge; as they began to open her heart nearly began to drop.

"I-..I suppose it's time."

She nodded to Bellatrix before stepping into the Council chambers. Looking around at the oddly shaped seats ranging from half eggs to what some would label foot rests; it was an array that would could seat a variety of species. She was unsure who would be there to join and if any would even be there in their physical form. Huffing in a deep breath her hands motioned for the droid to return to the entrance.

"Go.. I'll come for you after."

With a series of chirps and beeps it would turn around and exit only to take its place next to those large doors. It would appear to shutdown but only hibernate to preserve life. Within the chambers Aÿisha would gaze from one seat to the next before staring out one of the large panes of glass that overlooked the Coruscant metro. She wouldn't speak until the Council addressed her from here on; her life was in their hands now...

 

[Dmitri]

Remy feeled it was time to go. It was probably right, as they had let the Council wait long enough.

"Then let us begin," said Rouge.

Remy walked into the Council chambers. Rouge followed in suite, standing by Remy's right side, a couple feet back, as to emphasize the main person of interest in this meeting was Remy, but Rouge was close enough to indicate she was by Remy's side.

 

[DeathToll]

Define ...who we are, what we do, why we do. Do we? Or are we done what others do? That which we face, in moments to small or lifetimes to spanned wide, is what describes us; in their eyes and their mouths. Yet in moments full, paths crossing paths and the lesser of evils are chosen, in the complexities of what we perceive as unwinnable - that is when you realize, there is only ...you.

Virzivil Axgar, a pale-green Khil, looked up from his thoughts in his off-white scoop of a seat. In meditation, his thoughts were as busy as the traffic lanes outside; as organized, yet as complex as their crossing purposes. He wore his ususal browns, with reds and blues folded throughout his hanging robes. His hands were folded up before his fleshy Hullepi, elbows rested on either side with the trim dangling out in reveal of his forearms, just as his pupils constricted into focus on those joining them... like time turning backwards.

Not long had he been here, though not one to leave Coruscant much these days, when he was called to chair of Council in address to this member and therefore representative of their Order. Jedi Knight Aÿisha Remy. The name held meaning, but Virzivil would let her lips speak for herself. In his eyes were a kindness, not like that of some of his fellows here; a smile in those eyes that sparkled the soft welcome of a gentle soul. It was something in those eyes that looked back to find the same reflection in others. He hoped to find it here. The days were groing darker, however.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

Today, the council were gathered for quite the interesting matter. 'twas no ordinary case of 'exile or not.' It was much more advanced then that. She was here for repentance, forgiveness, assurance that she had truly been redeemed. But oh, so much more then that.

Nuju's eyes carefully scanned Remy as she slowly entered the council chambers. Slowly he nodded at her, inbetween gulps of tea from the cup he so frequently drank from. The Loremaster was not one quick to judge, inquisitive in his nature. He skimmed and scanned all of Remy's features - her eyes, her clothing, the way she stood, the way she blinked. His was a childlike craving for knowledge.

"You perhaps, would enjoy some tea?" he queried, trying to make both of them comfortable.

 

[Denzein]

Lecchamemnon was not present, at least not in person. He was away doing the Force knew what the Force knew where, suffice to say it was a very long way away from Coruscant. His holographic image was flickering slightly as even the sophisticated systems the Jedi were capable of affording found their operational limits. As it was the Grand Master, one would be forgiven for assuming he was on a diplomatic mission or another.

They may well also, however, be wrong.

Regardless, he was still presiding over the meeting. As usual even a flickering semi coherent hologram was presence enough for Lecchamemnon to retain his usual aura of omnipresence. Hooded and cloaked as always the man reclined in his seat, completely at ease in his position. The criminal, for there was no other word for what Remy had become, entered along with Bellatrix La Rouge, who Lecchamemnon understood to be acting as some form of defence. It was the only reason she had been allowed to participate in the hearing at all, and from her motive to defend Remy the Grand Master had surmised that the former Jedi had come here to admit to something, something that was most likely big. He hoped that she would understand her role as a defence only in words, and not in action. Her over-eagerness here could very well dim Lecchamemnon's view of her dramatically.

The Grand Master didn't acknowledge anyone, his holographic form simply shimmered and looked at Remy. The doors shut behind the pair, sealing the contents of the room off completely from the outside world.

Lecchamemnon was ready to begin, but what of the rest of his council?

 

[Jiang Winters]

Once more, Daisuke made his appearance in full armor, his helmet resting upon his knee. This time, the Battlemaster's armor was polished and gleaming, a symbol of his position within the Order and his commitment to its defense.

He remained seated as Remy made her appearance, accompanied by the Imperial Knight known as Rouge. The Knight seemed to consistently involve herself in Jedi affairs, in particular affairs of the Council. He was beginning to wonder if she had some sort of agenda to accomplish, though that was a thought he'd entertain privately until given reason to voice his concerns.

He drummed his armor-clad fingers against the armrest of his seat as Remy moved to stare out of one of the Council Chamber's shielded and reinforced glasteel windows. His gaze flicked between Rouge and the former Jedi, studying both. Their dress, their body language, whatever items they might have brought with them; he searched for anything that might reveal even a scrap of information.

Once the doors sealed, the feline leaned back into his seat and spoke, gesturing to a cushioned mat that had been placed in the center of the chambers.

"Aÿisha Remy. It's been a while. I imagine you've been traveling a while. Please, sit. Accept a glass of tea from Nuju. It's quite good, I promise you. The same for you, Knight-Commander."

Daisuke's tone was warm, and his features were soft. A small smile played out across his feline features. He was kind at heart, and would show Remy that kindness until given a reason to do otherwise.

 

[Rev]

The former Jedi Knight would stand at the center of the council chambers; the direct attention of all the members directed only at her. A pit would form in her stomach before she'd swallow the awkward feeling down. It was Nuju's words that would break the silence, and which would awaken her from her trance. Parting her lips to speak her gaze would stop on Virzivil, his piercing smile catching her off guard; there was something different about him. A warmth which emanated from his very being; almost calming. It was this smile that would ease her into position, bring herself to smile back at the Council before finally beginning.

"I thank you for your hospitality, Master."

Her legs would carry her over towards where the tea had been. Reaching over she'd grab a cup which was accompanied by a glass; the warm steam that resonated off would hit her nostrils and warm her face. It was almost as soothing as the room; almost. As she went to bring the tea to her lips she'd shake her head and set the glass back down, never taking a seat.

"I'm sorry, Masters, Council, Grandmaster. I did not come here to drink tea.."

She would stand slightly straighter and look into the eyes of each member for only a moment before moving onto the next.

"I am here today for few reasons; the main being.. I want answers."

Her voice had taken a harsh turn from considerate to bold. Looking into the eyes of each of the 'leaders' of the Jedi she couldn't help for the first time feel sick.

"You sit in your safety.. Drink tea and speak patronage as I would expect you to. Meanwhile a war wages in the Universe; the Universe you were sworn to protect."

She wouldn't pause long enough for any of the council members to butt in, it was her time to speak and they would listen.

"2 Jedi died on Tanaab, and I have heard nothing of your search for them, nothing of your desire to learn what had happened to them.."

She let this sink in for a second, should any of them speak her voice would cry out louder than any of their own; to power it out and continue what she wanted to say.

"2 Jedi were taken by the Sith, under your noses.. Yet you did nothing? No search parties.. No rescue.. no distinguishing to whether they were alive or dead? Corrupted or faithful to the Order.. They were simply lost with the rest of the meaning of what I used to believe to be a powerful Code.."

It would be now that the longest pause would come through. She would huff in a large breath of air before lowering her head in pain.

"Predor was lost not long after Nikolai.. Both struck down at the hands of the Sith. I could sense his pain, feel it.. was forced to embrace this pain.. Horrible... horrible pain.."

Her words grew fainter as she spoke, the vivid memories filling her mind as she spoke to the wisest of the Jedi.

"...hate; Hate for the Jedi radiated from him before that life source was extinguished.. Predor with his last dieing breath did all he could to save me.. and I failed him; I failed the Jedi."

At the close of her words her body would fall with weakness, her knees driving into the marble floor with an echoing pain driven thud. What had happened to the other she never learned, only had gotten far enough away to not be further corrupted.

"I-.. I was fortunate enough to run into Bellatrix.."

Her eyes would shift to the Knight Commander at her right. The woman had saved her from a life unlike anything she could have made up within a nightmare.

"It was her Imperial Knights and guidance that would save me from corruption. Save me from the Sith's dark pull.."

She paused for a moment to let her eyes fall shut as the thoughts of pain rushed over her.

"...saving me from the lies of the Jedi."

 

[Dmitri]

The Jedi Council had tried to make Remy comfortable, but to Rouge, it just solidified their ignorance with reality. Remy was right. The Jedi Council stayed in the comfort of their temples while people died. It was this disillusionment that led to Jedi falling to the Dark Side, and exiling Jedi who weren't the perfect prototype, like Lamia Kressh. Beric, before Daisuke's coup, had shown a somewhat regular Grandmaster, but this Lecchaememnon seemed more shady than Beric ever was.

Nuju offered tea, which Rouge politely declined. Part of her suspicious mind, instilled in her when serving Emperor Elyurius, suspected some sort of drug to either loosen the mind or possibly some sort of truth serum. It was doubtful, but all the same she declined.

Rouge remained quiet. She'd speak only if needed, and she suspected she would have to during some point of this congregation.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Remy spoke, and Daisuke listened. Many times he had to fight down the urge to raise his voice and silence the former Knight, but he stayed his tongue and allowed her to speak her piece. However, she was blind. Focused only on what had happened to her and her friends. That would not stand.

"You've had your words, Remy, now stay your tongue and hear ours. And be silent - you will hear all our voices, and then you may speak again. No sooner."

The Battlemaster's voice was colder now; his tone was no longer that of a welcoming master, but one of a commander who was sorely unimpressed with one of his troop. Any kindness she might've found in Daisuke was beyond her reach for the moment, her childish words had ensured that.

"In the days and weeks following the Battle of Tanaab, the Will of the Force suffered a tragic and cowardly attack. An attack that claimed the lives of everyone aboard. We lost an entire temple; hundreds, thousands of lives snuffed out in an instant. Younglings, padawans, knights, masters; all perished. The Empire declared war on the Alliance. The Sith declared war on us. Make no mistake, Remy, we are at war."

"And yet you accuse us of abandoning you and your fellows on Tanaab. You demand answers for why you were not rescued, why all our attention was not turned to you. I say look at the Will; by the time this Council was settled, she was but a rain of fire and twisted metal. Look at the Empire - the full might of their war machine descended upon us, and their onslaught is ongoing."

"Yet you would have had us turn our eyes from the threat posed to the many trillions of lives in this Alliance... For the sake of you and your fellows? When we had no idea where you were, whether you were still alive or not? When none of you made the slightest attempt to contact us to give us some direction to follow? There was no trail, Remy. Nothing for us to follow."

"You demand that we had focused on your tragedy and yours alone. You feel wronged, yet where were you when the Will fell? Where were you when the armies of the Sith began to march? Where were you to tell us where to look for you and your party? Your words imply that we are cowards, trembling within our ivory towers and hiding behind vanities and the comforts of titles and power, yet you have never met us. Never heard our voices 'till this day. You do not see our activity, our day-to-day involvement in this order and our commitment to its causes and success. You do not see our determination or our courage; you are blind, and you see only what is convenient to your cause."

Daisuke scowled, his disappointment obvious.

"And last, and most gravely, you accuse the Jedi and our codes of being constituted of lies? You dare to turn your back on this Order because our eyes are fixed upon the threat the Sith Empire poses to us all? To every last man, woman, and child within Alliance space? What happened on Tanaab was terrible, not one being on this Council denies that, and I weep for those we lost. But the tragedy of the Will has plunged us into galactic war. With no witnesses from Tanaab, no reports of who was taken and who was dead, we had no trail to follow. No scent to sniff out. Had we been given the smallest scrap of information, we would have followed, but there's a war about, Remy. You would ignore that and ask that we do the impossible, that we use what little time and what few resources we have available to hunt phantoms and ghosts while the Sith are gleefully carving into every opening they can find."

His eyes narrowed at Remy, while a frown plainly displayed his disappointment. He considered speaking more, but decided he'd held the floor long enough. The Battlemaster leaned back into his seat and stayed his tongue, content to allow his other Councilors to speak. Should Remy or Rouge speak, his voice would swiftly drown them out with an order of silence - he had demanded that the Council be given the right to speak after him, and he would sternly enforce that command.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

Jhon’s holographic image had flickered to life just as the meeting began, and he listened intently to both Remy and the Battle Master from the Sage Halls of Empress Teta. There was a great bitterness in Remy’s voice, one that the Sage Master could feel through every fiber in her body. He understood why Remy felt that way, but he could see that there was more to understand, and more for Remy to understand. The Imperial Knights were not enemies of the Jedi, but if their teachings were suggesting that one of their own had been lied to then that was a serious matter in and of itself.

Yet the Battle Master’s harsh condemnation of the young woman was troubling as well. This was not the first Battle Master Jhon had known who had ever done such a thing. This Battle Master’s predecessor, Augustus, was also hot under the collar, prone to harsh rebukes rather than thoughtful understanding. Perhaps that was the nature of the position. Perhaps the role had to be re-tailored so blunt instruments were not the ones tasked with protecting the Jedi.

“Please, Battle Master,” Jhon’s holographic image pleaded, “let us be careful with our words. We must seek to understand, not to condemn. This one seeks answers, so we must not meet her questions with harsh rebukes. We will not solve this matter today, but, over time, with patience and care, we most certainly can.”

 

[Rev]

Silence? That is not what the former Knight came here for on this day, and if that's what the Battlemaster expected, he would be sadly mistaken. She could see the 'disappointment' shine through on his face, a disappointment that she could all too well connect with. That "pain" in his eyes however, did nothing for her. She would slowly rise to her feet before her own voice would rise up once again; the silence that sat again being broken.

"I learned of the attacks on the Will from within the Sith confines, Battlemaster. From within their ranks I heard of the Jedi's destruction; and I too had to share that pain."

It was a ruse for her to state such a thing, but her face would hold true to the lie. They could not know she was part of the attack or she would never be allowed to live another life. The mistake of her past would be hidden from them for as long as she could keep it; until her dieing breath.

"..and I mean you no disrespect, Battlemaster; but, where were you during the attack on the Will? Is it not your vessel? Should the captain not go down with his ship..? I lost as many brothers and sisters that day as you had; do not patronize me on selfishness when you weren't even there to sense such an attack.."

She paused for only a moment, nodding to Jhon, giving thanks for interjecting in a way on her 'side.'

"Are the Jedi blind to the Sith?"

Her voice pleaded outward, as if asking them to answer honestly; amazed that none on the Council could foresee such an attack on their own grounds.

"I-I am sorry for being so brash, Council.. I've felt betrayed in the past months.. as if the Jedi are turning their backs on the very morals and tenets which I was brought upon. I am not the Jedi I was before leaving this place; and I can only blame myself for this."

She'd let out a sigh before falling silent. She wasn't sure if any of them would understand the dilemma she found herself in. How could she expect them to? Tensing her hands into fists before releasing that ball she would tuck her hands into either sleeve; trying to remain as tranquil looking as possible for them.

"I am here to submit myself to the Council for my abandonment and fall to the Darkside.. There is no doubt of this; but I have also aligned myself to the Imperial Knights, and the Knight-Commander Bellatrix La Rouge in particular. It is with her and her Orders help I was able to control the allure of the darkside and come before you today."

She would stop after speaking to look at the Imperial Knights commanding leader. Giving her a subtle nod just as she had to Jhon she would huff in a breath of energy.

"I have come to hand over my Lightsaber.."

The former Jedi Guardian would extract the metallic object from her sleeve; giving the hilt a long look. It had been in hers for as long as she could remember it seemed. With some various changes over the years she felt it was almost perfect. The weight was slightly heavier than most and had a wide girth to it. Holding it in her hand she would reach out before setting it on the marble floor of the chambers.

"..and hope I could be turned over to the Imperial Knights for further training in their ways. I do not know if the Jedi and I can again share a future.."

 

[Brandon Rhea]

The Sage Master preferred that Remy remain with the Jedi, to be brought back into the fold so he could help provide her the guidance and clarity of mind that she needed. The Imperial Knights could offer that to an extent, as could any number of other Force societies, but if Jhon believed that any of them could provide wisdom and guidance better than the Jedi then he would be part of them.

Nonetheless, it was not his decision to make. The Jedi valued freedom of choice, and any Jedi was allowed to stay or leave whenever they wanted. Jedi Masters would attempt to talk them out of it, but ultimately everyone had to make their own decision as to their place in the galaxy.

“We would naturally prefer you to stay,” Jhon's holographic image said, although he wasn't speaking for the rest of the Council, “but you must do what you feel is right, of course. If the Way of the Jedi can offer you more guidance, then that is where you should go. If you no longer feel you have a place here, then it is your right to leave. The choice is yours alone.”

 

[DeathToll]

Virzivil's head lifted.

He'd just been staring into Remy, eyes glistening with hope and welcoming compassion; smiling for what Remy stood for, yet breathing that deep regret with an inhail that those of their current subject would not be so privileged to enjoy. His hands had remained folded up before his tendrils until now; lowering but some inches to allow his speech to come clearer.

At first, he'd thought that Remy came to them for answers, that Remy still believed in the Jedi enough to think that answers could still be found here. Then, it seemed she only came to relinquish her lightsaber. She'd already made up her mind. She wished to go with the Imperial Knights. Though, that came off as someone running from something. There was a change in Remy. That much was admitted clearly. But there was a gap of time missing in Virzivil's understanding. Remy must have either already felt this way before the attack on The Will, which only set her over the edge; or something happened in correspondence to the attack, though not the attack itself, that triggered this self doubt or feeling of 'change' - which only translated in Virzivil's eyes as not standing up to the expectations of one's self image.

"I mussst agree with the Councccilor."

Virzivil freed a relaxed hand over towards Jhon's image in a soft gesture, but remained eyes focused on Remy; almost hoping to cut her off before she fully released the lightsaber.

"We -would- prefer you here. But I mussst confessss my lack of knowledge on your predicament. You sssay ...you learned of the attack from -within- the Sssith'sss ranksss?"

Virzivil was coming from an honest perspective, wanting only to understand the self proclaimed 'ex'-Knight and what brought her to this place. The subject of the Darkside always hit home with him, because of his history. He'd lost three Padawans, all brothers, to the quarrels of the Darkside. He'd failed them because he had chosen the lesser of two evils, rather than making the right choice all together.

Virzivil knew what this looked like. He could hear the predetermined choice in Remy's voice, feel the tight clench in her soul. He could see the way that she looked at her lightsaber, and yet see the way that she quickly let it go. This could not have popped out in an instance. The Imperial Knights were not pure, in Virzivil's eyes, and would be the perfect outlit to burry ones darker feelings in the comfort of surrounding numbers of the like; drowing out the sound of your own voice. Remy was yelling, placing what blame she could lift with her own arms and fling it at the Council; only distracting from the issues of 'the mirror'. Remy was leaving the Order, not because of something the Order did or did not do - but because of something Remy did or did not do. Her lightsaber represented what she once was as a Jedi, and she could no longer have that reminder in her presence. She had looked at her former self and flinched. Virzivil saw it, and wondered.

"...What was your purpossse prior to the attack on the Will of the Forccce?"

 

[Denzein]

The hologram flickered once more, as the Grand Master sat in contemplative silence. This situation wasn't right, there was something off... He knew what it was, too. There was more to this meeting than met the eye, Remy wouldn't have called for the entire council to gather without having a very good reason unless she was completely and utterly naive, and Lecchamemnon didn't believe she was for a second. No... There was an ulterior motive to this meeting besides Remy's submission.

What was missing from this picture?

In Lecchamemnon's mind there were two likely possibilities as to what Remy (and possibly Rouge) had planned to instigate with this meeting. One was troubling, the other completely abominable. The first was that Remy's submission had intended to be something more grandiose than a simple "I surrender", but what that extra element could have been the Grand Master could only guess. The second option was that the pair of them had wanted the entire Council gathered for some event or another besides the submission, but what could that be? An attempted coup? Intelligence gathering? An assassination plot, even? His eyes narrowed, but such an insignificant movement was invisible beneath his holographic hood.

However through all his suspicions the Grand Master retained his cool head, his impassive, flickering holographic features giving away none of the thought processes running through his labyrinthine mind. The Prime Envoy spoke up, and Lecchamemnon awaited Remy's reply attentively. Perhaps more details would shed a little light on his conundrum... He watched her closely, taking in every detail and using his supreme skill as an interrogator to analyse it, watching for hints of dishonesty. It wasn't that he didn't trust the former Jedi...

Actually, it was. He hadn't trusted anyone for a very long time.

 

[Dmitri]

The situation going poorly was an understatement. It was becoming a clash between the Jedi Council and Remy. How they were prying, if Remy wasn't careful, they may discover Remy's involvement in the destruction of the Will of the Destruction. It was time for something to be done.

It was time to go.

Rouge feigned an exhale filled with vexation. "This is enough. This meeting has degraded too far. Let me inform you something. Remy was uncertain whether she actually wanted to come here. I persuaded her, thinking you'd be understanding, but I see that is not the case. That for her new life, she should confront her former teachers one last time.

"Remy has some justification for being upset, but you are correct. The Sith are a threat and take priority," the comment was aimed more at Daisuke. "I am not of this order, so I will not presume whether you sent an investigation team or not; my time as a Jedi has ceased, and I no longer can accurately presume to know how the Jedi operate at this time. Regardless, it seems that you're using this time to find out the details, rather than already knowing from an investigation. As such, you attempt to pry into Remy's traumatic experience in which she fought the Sith and was imprisoned, but you'd rather find out the gruesome details and how social they with their prisoners. You ask how Remy knew of the Will's destruction? Use common sense. The Sith are arrogant, and will use any means to break prisoners. Gloating to Remy isn't unreasonable." Rouge had coordinated around the truth to prevent telling the truth about how Remy knew of the Will's destruction, but at the same time avoided lying.

"It is time for us to leave." She turned to Nuju. "I thank you for the offer of tea, but I'm afraid we actually do have to leave." She glanced at the rest of the Council. "And this course of this meeting is not the sole reason. Remy and I need to rendezvous with my Seneschal, and if we miss the rendezvous, we'll be stranded for a while. And as much as I'd love to stay in your wonderful hospitality," the sarcasm evident in her voice, "I must return. Remy, let's go." It was true that Remy and Rouge were to rendezvous with the Seneschal today, but the timetable was not for a while; Rouge hadn't lied about that either, technically, as she omitted when they needed to meet with the Seneschal.

Rouge would wait on Remy. She'd prefer they leave the Council chambers together. If Remy was ready, they'd return to their respective ships and fly to where the Excalibur awaited them.

 

[Denzein]

"I'm afraid Remy cannot leave until we are satisfied."

The Grand Master had been half expecting an attempt at a tactical withdrawal from the situation, the fact that it had happened proved his theory correct: The pair of them had something to hide, and this was only completely proved by the sudden suspicious actions of Rouge, the faked sigh, the sudden change of heart... The signs were plain as day for anyone to see. He had therefore taken it upon himself to speak up at last, to ensure that he found out what he wanted to know. What had Remy done that was so terrible that they had to try and hide it from the Jedi?

It was inevitable that they would find out in time... But hearing the truth from Remy now would be so much easier for all parties. The Grand master would hate for this situation to strain the relationship between the Imperial Knights and the Jedi, but if the Knight Commander herself willingly tried to keep secrets from the Jedi on topics that were fully within their own jurisdiction he would end up having no choice. He hoped it would not come to that.

He was entitled to say what he had because Remy was now within Jedi jurisdiction. She had submitted to their custody, and that custody was going to be exercised until the Jedi knew what was going on here. The doors were locked securely when the meeting had begun to avoid anyone entering uninvited, and they were not going to unlock for the two of them now. Rouge was, of course, free to leave at any time, but that would mean abandoning Remy to the Council. Lecchamemnon was sure she would not.

"Remy has submitted herself to our custody, and we are fully within our rights to exercise that custody. Until we are satisfied with Remy's explanation of her actions and the reasons behind them and have debriefed Remy to the best of our ability, she cannot leave. I for one would like to hear more about your involvement with the Sith before and during the attack on the Will of the Force, seeing as it's the most notable event that happened while you were... Away."