Facing Judgement: A Story of Repentance

[Brandon Rhea]

The Jedi were not above the law, nor were they above stripping away fundamental sentient rights. The suggestion that the Grand Master was willing to hold Remy both because he wanted further explanation of why she was here and to debrief her concerned the Sage Master. Given the charged emotions in the Council chamber, Jhon didn’t even want to know what the Grand Master meant by “debrief.”

Not to mention the dangerous implications of “the best of our ability.” That was simply another way of saying that Remy would be held until the Grand Master was satisfied with her answers. If Remy refused to give the answers the Grand Master wanted, or she did not have any answers to give at all, then would she ever be released?

“I must protest, Grand Master,” the Sage Master’s holographic specter said. “Remy came here by her own accord, so she should be free to leave that way as well. And, unless you have any evidence to suggest that she was involved with the attack on The Will of the Force, then you have no right to hold her.”

 

[DeathToll]

Virzivil sighed and, for but a moment, failed to keep his eyes from falling to the floor. He had wished for Remy to answer, though she was suspiciously silent. He agreed with the Grandmaster and the Sagemaster both. Still, he did not believe that they should hold her, whether it was in their right to or not. Truth is light. It finds us all. When and where the truth would emerge and how it came back to hurt those Remy once viewed as her brothers and sisters was to be determined by none other than Remy herself. But despite this knowledge, no doubt shared by all of the Council in theory at least, Virzivil could not support holding Remy as a prisoner unless she confessed to any crimes here and now. Innocent, until proven guilty...

"It pleases me to know that Knight Remy ...Ah, excccuse me... that Ayisha Remy has a friend like you, Knight-Commander."

Virzivil looked up to Remy and gently smiled.

"...And yet, it alssso concccerns me."

The Prime Envoy simply sat there, smiling a sad smile; staring right through the ex-Jedi Knight, Remy. There was even the glistening of tears building in those sparkling green eyes of his. He was mourning for her already. She had made her choice, long before she even came here. There was nothing they could do within their right as Jedi to get an honest answer out of her now. And even though Virzivil knew there was something wrong, that there were hidden truths to be found and that the Grandmaster knew something important was being kept secret, Virzivil could not go against his principles.

"I sssee now that you did not come here for anssswers; not for usss, not for yourssself. It was not my intenssion to prod, but rather to underssstand the reason and help you as bessst we could. But you do not wish for our help. That isssh why you brought sssuch sssupport, to make ssure of that. But I would asssk one thing."

Finally Virzivil looked around to his fellow Councilors for their permission and support. He did not speak for the entirety of the Council, but was instead a single voice that added to the harmonious symphony, and simply wished to propose a ...'condition' of sorts.

"With the Councccil's sssupport, I would propose that we allow Ayisha Remy leave on the condition that we not accccept her Jedi lightsssaber ssso that wherever she goes and whatever she does - she would remember who she onccce was, what she onccce ssstood for; that she would always be reminded of what _ thisss _ lightsssaber has ssseen."

It may have been an unorthadox proposal in the subject of banishment, self or otherwise, but Virzivil hoped that the act of keeping her lightsaber would serve her conscience in the end. The ex-Jedi was clear, she was hiding something; and the Knight-Commander was painfully obvious, though the alibi seemed to serve their premature departure. To call a meeting in which many questions arose, only to hand over her lightsaber and leave without explanation was strange indeed. It served no purpose but to stir up more questions.

Virzivil remained focused on the other Councilors, since neither Remy nor the Knight-Commander were here to service the Jedi. Why they were even here in the first place, Virzivil could not tell. But it burdened him. It burdened him to do better for those whom still called themselves Jedi.

 

[Rev]

Aÿisha felt a spike of fear come over herself as the Grandmaster spoke of keeping her in captivity. It was a thought and a fear that had filled her mind since long before coming before them. The speech of the Sage Master would grant the young woman some peace; but her nerves were far from settled. She would first look to Virzivil before bowing her head. She hoped talking to the most welcoming of the Council would calm her nerves before moving onto the cold and brash Grandmaster.

"I do not wish to avoid answers; and I most certainly did not come here to make an enemy of the Jedi. I came her to turn over what was once mine; my Lightsaber.. Something I feel belongs to the Jedi.. I'd like for it to be handed over to one of my former Padawans. I'd give it to her myself.. but I was under the impression she was exiled from the Order."

Aÿisha was of course talking about her eldest of Padawans; Matsu. She always knew the girl to be a bit of a loose cannon, but having an open heart. A Jedi Remy had felt would fit well within their Order. Her removal saddened her; another failure she carried.

"I was filed into their ranks following Tanaab.. The holocrons were taken from there as well.."

She would reach into her satchel before extracting 2 of the pyramid shaped objects. The onyx foundation was accented in gold shining unlike anything most would have seen. The council she would expect would have seen countless.

"As they were distracted with Predor and.. Christian I believe his name was. I was not too familiar with him."

She looked to the rest of the council trying to express her story to them while still keeping their trust.

"I used this time to scavenge these two holocrons before they could be recovered. What has happened to the others and to Christian I am unsure.. he was incapacitated with a form of Sith Lightning and taken else where.."

Her eyes would look to the Knight-Commander as she spoke out to the Council. She was glad to have the woman in her corner, but some of what she said was unnecessary. She was there to answer questions for the Council as well as admit to her leaving; this was something they had agreed upon.

"..I wish it were so easy Sage Master.."

She looked at him with saddened eyes. He was wise; there was no doubting that. Though her reasons for wanting to join the Imperial Knights were for reasons the Jedi could not follow.

"On Tanaab I learned of something.. The Sith are a relentless force.. one that will stop at nothing to see this galaxy suffer."

Her voice would echo out in the halls of the Jedi Council. Her gaze piercing into each of their eyes before carrying onto the next.

"They follow something; the Darkside, that stole a friend from me years ago. This was reminded to me on Tanaab.. As a Jedi cannot seek that which I desire; revenge."

She felt some of the air escape her lungs at speaking to the council with such words.

"I have lost more than I could ever wish to give. For that I have forsaken the Jedi.. I break what your tenets.. what your very code stands for by existing..."

Her eyes would at last fall upon Lecchamemnon's face; then pain of her own words showing in her eyes. The once light blue hues had fallen to a jaded green and with that change came a sadness unlike any she had felt in years. Tears would fill her eyes almost enough to form drops; these drops however would be fought away by her own pride. Sucking in a deep breath she'd bite down on her bottom lip to distract her mind. With an exhale she'd wonder what exactly would come next.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

“That which is broken can be repaired, young one,” the Sage Master said. “Vengeance is not the Way. Think of Predor, Christian, and everything, everyone, you have lost. Is this how they would want to be remembered? With acts of anger and revenge? To travel that road is to become the very thing you wish to destroy.”

His voice was neither condemning nor judgmental, but rather he expressed a tone of concern and sincerity. He wanted to help her, just as he had been helped many years ago, but he could only do so if Remy let him. Change was a choice only the individual could make.

“You are not the first to lose much, nor will you be the last, unfortunately,” Jhon said with a somber remorse. “Many years ago, I too fell prey to the allures of the dark side. I ignored the teachings of the Jedi, but, with the help and guidance of the then-Sage Master, I turned back. You can escape this path now before it consumes you. The road ahead will be long and difficult to navigate, but never impossible. We can help you, but first you must make the choice to help yourself.”

 

[Dmitri]

Lecchaememnon attempting to halt Rouge and Remy's departure worried her, but other Councilors talked some sense into her. Remy seemed to have some anger building in her, but Jhon attempted to quell it with the story of his own past.

Rouge was the same. Pausing, she spoke, more to Remy than the Council, "I too once lost my way. I let my determination to avenge my family get the better of me. I hunted down the Mandalorians who killed my parents, challenged them to a duel, and slaughtered them all." There was no remorse. No sadness. But her voice held strength. She had come to terms with her actions, but knew that had been a moment in her life where she let her emotions rule her. "I didn't fall to the dark side, but it tapped on my door loudly, pounding its tempting scream. I let my emotions lead me down a path that had I not stopped, I would have fallen into despair.

"But like Councilor Cordatus said, we all have a chance to redeem ourselves. There is no clear, cut road to redemption, and we must all find our own path." She was now referencing Remy's sins she had done while in the Sith Order, which Rouge suspected was in regards to the Will of the Force's destruction. However, it could be as interpreted as referencing Remy's fall in general. "You will live with your actions forever, but remember them to make you afraid from losing yourself again, but as a reminder of what happens when passion and anger triumphs."

 

[Brandon Rhea]

Jhon nodded in agreement; the Knight Commander was correct. Acceptance was something the Sage Master also had to learn, and he learned it the hard way.

"Whatever choices you've made have been made," the Sage Master told Remy, "but the future is never written in stone. Believing it is was the downfall of the old Jedi. Understand why you made your choices and understand their weight and implications. Be mindful of what happened and accept it. Only then can you move forward in this life without remorse consuming you. There is healthy skepticism and then there is paralyzing doubt. That self-doubt corrupts even the strongest of souls."

 

[DeathToll]

Wise words, to be sure. Virzivil stayed silent as he follow the succession of input, back and forth. Responsibility and consequences, the answer to much of self doubt; things too often ignored or avoided in such times.

There seemed to be some progress, however small, and Virzivil did not want to disrupt this shaky path. He naturally kept up his soft smile, and hoped for enlightenment.

 

[Rev]

The nerves that had been developing upon her arrival were beginning to settle at long last; in thanks to the other members of the Jedi Council and Bellatrix in particular. Huffing in a deep breath of the "cool" energy filled air she couldn't help but allow a smile to form on her face. Her gaze would fall onto the Sage Master; the only one she felt had any knowledge on her own situation.

"Master Cordatus,"

She'd pause to look over the rest of the Council before lowering her head, somewhat in shame for all she had done, but also to not have to face head on what she was about to say.

"I am not sure if I understand any of this. It pains me to say such, but-"

She'd look up, pausing again to this time look at Virzivil.

"but.. I do not know what the future holds for me."

She would then turn to face the Knight-Commander sadness filling her face for what she was about to say.

"There is not a day I do not regret my decision of turning my back on the Jedi, Bellatrix... I wish not to cast the same burden onto your people, but the Jedi are right. I cannot... I won't allow my emotions to govern.. control the person I am to become."

Looking back to the Sage Master she would stare at the hologram for a long moment before finally speaking.

"What is it you did, Master? When you went down that dark path.. if only for a moment. What did you do?"

She sighed and looked down, spotting the Lightsaber she had left for the Council still laying dormant.

"..I do not wish to go down that path again.."

As her eyes focused on the metallic hilt she couldn't help but frown; her face radiating a sadness unlike any she'd felt in some time.

"If it is exile that will find me peace, then that is what I wish for. Should my only salvation come in death then I ask of you to strike me down here and now.."

 

[DeathToll]

"Strike you down...?"

Virzivil was shaking his head sorrowfully, perhaps speaking out of turn but was truly empathetic and yet also distraught by the absolution of death or banishment. There was only complete and utter abandon in Remy's words, understandably lacking reason in her chain of thought. But that was why she was here, at least Virzivil hoped that was what could come about here.

"Should you not seek understanding? Should you not gain a knowledge, that you may not only find salvation for yourself but also help others find their way through such difficult trials just as you ask Councilor Cordatus for guidance?"

Virzivil turned to the Sage Master for help with this endevour for harmony, extending a hand to weigh emphasis on his call.

"Councilor, did you not say that it was due to the efforts of the previous Sage Master that you found your way?"

After a moment left to be filled by the Councilor's answer, Virzivil returned to Remy, palms up, and smiling hope back into her heart and mind.

"Hear those very same efforts here, now, from all of us."

Virzivil even extended his hand to include the Knight-Commander in his claim, that all present were here for the purpose of helping Remy. Virzivil indeed believed that the Imperial Knights' Commander had good intensions, and was no doubt here to take up as a cruch where the Jedi left the space to fill; but this was where the problem was given garden for blossom, here, and here was where the issue could be properly addressed in its birthplace. It might have stemmed from a foreign seed, drifting into welcoming soil, but this was the home of its growth. To leave it now, unchecked at its core, would be a mistake. Everyone must walk their own path. Virzivil knew this. But if there was a way to save years of anguish by coming clean here and now, then he had to try.

"The future requires no acceptance. But history, your history; is it not doomed to repeat itself without acceptance?"

In some ways, he cared too much. It was what made Virzivil unique amongst the other Council Members. It was no measure of wisdom or claim to greater rightiousness. In fact, it was more a fault to their teachings if anything. But he did not speak emotionally. Sometimes he just reached out too far.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

“Remain mindful of the possibilities the future holds,” Jhon said, “but keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs. The most well intentioned Jedi have tried to foresee and know the future, but the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”

He paused for a moment, recalling the events of the last millennia, before continuing, “There is perhaps no better example than Anakin Skywalker. He received visions, dreams, that told him his wife, Padmé Amidala, would die giving birth to their children. Anakin sought the guidance of Master Yoda, but, instead of telling Anakin that the future is not set in stone, Yoda instead told him to let go of all that he feared to lose. Anakin wasn’t able to do that, and his actions set in motion the very future he sought to avoid. The defining prophecy of his life was not that of the Chosen One, but of the self-fulfilling prophecy that saw him become Darth Vader.

“The correct answer Yoda should have given was one that he told Luke Skywalker, on Dagobah, some twenty years later. When Master Skywalker saw the vision of Han Solo and Leia Organa being tortured by Darth Vader on Cloud City, Yoda did not tell him to let them go and accept one Jedi’s interpretation of the future. He cautioned him on making a rash decision and told him that the future is always in motion.”

He continued, “Yoda was correct in many regards with that statement. Obi-Wan Kenobi thought Vader was lost forever, and he told Master Skywalker that Vader would have to be destroyed, but Skywalker rejected that. Vader was redeemed and Palpatine’s rule came to an end. That was a future that neither Kenobi, Palpatine, and perhaps even Yoda never anticipated. Luke Skywalker himself didn’t anticipate it either, but that didn’t mean he rolled over and chose to fulfill what everyone else said his destiny was. Skywalker wrote a new story and created a new future, one that the Old Jedi and the Sith never expected.”

What the Sage Master was discussing now could be an entire series of training sessions in and of itself, but it was relevant. He paused for a moment, pondering the next best thing to say, before bringing it back specifically to the topic at hand.

“Anakin made the mistake that Luke ultimately did not,” Jhon said. “Anakin was governed by his darker emotions; he regretted not being able to save his mother, even though there was nothing he could have done, and that influenced how he dealt with the visions of his wife. He felt fear, and that caused him to lash out in anger at those around him. He grew to hate the Jedi and those he had called his friends, and that hatred led him to the dark side. On the second Death Star, in their final battle, Vader tempted Luke out of hiding by suggesting he would turn Princess Leia to the dark side. Luke’s fear for his sister caused him to lash out in anger at his father, but it was the sight of his father, weak and defeated, and so very much like him, that caused him to turn away from those emotions. He threw down his weapons, and his selfless adherence to the light redeemed Darth Vader.”

Jhon continued, “You don’t have to be governed by your emotions either. Fear, anger, hatred; they are the dark side. Don’t regret, as that is a form of fear. Don’t be angry, as that leads you to hate. If you can come to terms with what happened in your past, you can beware the dark side. The example of Luke, who could have struck Vader down and become the Emperor’s new apprentice, shows that making the right choice can be the difference between salvation and damnation for the entire galaxy.”

The Sage Master paused again. This next part would be the most crucial of what he was saying, as it was the most important question he had been asked: the question of what he did and how he overcame it. He didn’t mind talking about it; he’d accepted it long ago, and regret had left his heart, so telling the story was just recounting a historical event. Still, it was a heavy story for a precarious situation such as this.

“I was once on the path of a Jedi Guardian,” Jhon explained. “I showed an aptitude for the interpretation of visions and the ability to heal, but I wanted to find adventure and excitement. I ignored the call of a sage and positioned myself as a warrior. One of the most important lessons I learned from my master was that a Jedi’s strength comes not through knowing how to slice through enemies on the battlefield, but through the strength of their character and the convictions with which they wield the blade of a Jedi. Regretfully, I did not understand this until it was too late.

“I was sent on a mission into Imperial space,” Jhon said, “before the Sith returned, and our goal was to rescue the princess of a world who had been captured by an enemy planet. I was able to rescue her, but my arrogant recklessness led to the destruction of the facility she was held in. That explosion killed hundreds of people in a nearby settlement and sparked a war between the two worlds. That war killed thousands, including the very princess I rescued.”

He paused to reflect before continuing, “Perhaps the war wouldn’t have happened. Perhaps it would have. In the end, I couldn’t tell you. What I can tell you, though, was that it was my action, my wrong choice, that led to it. Just as the right choice can, the wrong choice can also mean the difference between salvation and damnation, as it was for thousands of people.

“I was given a brief exile from the Order,” Jhon said, “during which time I came to terms with what I had done. I’d been hiding from the galaxy in an effort to never hurt anyone again. I became fearful of my future, angry at my past, and I grew to hate what I was becoming. I was beginning to suffer from my own self-punishment, but I forced myself out of that daze. I knew, deep down, that such thoughts would only bring me closer to the darkness that brought me there to begin with. The dark side is often a self-fulfilling prophecy that way.

“When I returned to the Jedi,” he said, “the Sage Master, Errand Khoss, helped me realize that a Jedi’s life is one continuous mistake. That doesn’t forsake our responsibility, but we cannot learn to improve ourselves without learning from our failures. The lifelong cycle of mistakes is a lifelong process of learning, and when I was able to accept that I was able to put myself onto my true path in life, the one I should have taken from the beginning rather than forsaking it to become a warrior. Master Khoss helped me further by trusting me as an instructor in the Sage Halls. Without him, I can only assume I would not be sitting here before you today.”

The Sage Master’s holographic form leaned forward and said, “You do not need to be exiled, nor do you need to leave the Jedi of your own accord. You returned here for a reason, and that was a major first step. With continued guidance, you too can learn from the very same lessons I did. You too can find redemption. Accepting what’s happened and being mindful of it helps prevent history from repeating itself. It’s difficult but within your grasp. Just never fear. When you accept the light of the Force, you can know that you are in the hands of something much greater and much better than you can imagine.”

 

[Rev]

Aÿisha would first turn her attention to Virzivil, sharing with him the same smile and tone he had given to her. She would bow her head in respect after his addressing and the Sage Master's story of the Skywalkers. As her gaze would return to the Khil her lips would part.

"I hear your words, Master.. and Masters."

She would nod her head in the direction of the other members; holding the nod through every member in attendance.

"Though as Master Cordatus has stated the future is forever changing. Even now."

Her gaze would be cast across from right to left before finally stopping on the Sage Master.

"As you had gone into exile to seek acceptance for the failures of your past I wish to do the same. I have not come to terms for the acts I have committed. It was with the aid of the Knight-Commander that I was able to distance myself from the Sith and find some tranquility."

She would sigh unsure if any of them would understand aside from Cordatus himself; and even he was no guarantee. Her lowered head would again catch glimpse of the metallic Lightsaber hilt still motionless at her feet. Kneeling down she would carefully pick it up before spinning it in the palm of her hand once.

"It is for that I wish to leave this here; with the Jedi."

She would slowly approach the seat that which the Sage Master's hologram projected to. Setting it down on the arm of the man's chair she would slowly step away before coming back to the center of the room.

"I will return for it. Just as Skywalker promised Yoda a millennia before I will do the same to you today."

She would bow her head in respect to the Sage Master one final time before turning on her heels. It was now she would head for the door, giving the Council their last opportunity at her; for now. As she approached the door a lone message would extend from her mind to the other Imperial Knight in the Temple; Bellatrix.

"I will not break my obligation to the Imperial Knights and to you. I only ask that you try to make an ally of the Jedi while given this opportunity."

She was unsure if Bellatrix would stay and try to improve relations with the Jedi or follow. Whatever her decision it was time for the former Jedi Knight to return to her ship at the front of the temple.

 

[Dmitri]

Rouge listened quietly and patiently as Remy and the Council spoke. Rouge was tempted to intervene, but decided to let Remy speak her mind. In the wake of completion, as Remy exited, Remy telepathically sent a message to Rouge.

"I plan to," Rouge replied telepathically.

Rouge remained in the Council room. She awaited for the Council to reseal the room before speaking.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

For just a moment, Jhon closed his eyes tight, wishing things had gone different. It was not regret, nor was it disappointment. Perhaps there was another word for it, but he didn’t know what that word was. Still, while he wasn’t able to convince her to stay, the silver lining was far too massive to ignore. He sensed sincerity in her words, and he sensed, even if it was deep down, a desire to atone for whatever it was she had done.

Then there was the metaphorical setting of the lightsaber on the chair that contained only the Sage Master’s holo-image. It was a representation of her promise to return, a nod to the story that Jhon had just told. Just as Jhon returned to the Jedi and learned from the Sage Master, this act seemed to symbolize that she too would do the same, even if it was not today. He would have preferred it happen today, but he respected her choice and her decision to seek acceptance on her own terms.

As she walked away from the Council chambers, Jhon reached out through the Force, speaking into her mind and saying, The Force is patient, as am I. If you ever need guidance or choose to seek it, no matter how long it takes, you need only ask.

 

[Rev]

"The Force is patient, as am I. If you ever need guidance or choose to seek it, no matter how long it takes, you need only ask."

The words were cool within her mind and it absorbed the soothing information the Sage Master had managed to send her from across galaxies. She would try to respond; but her own connection within the Force could not manage such strain.. At least it would appear that way.

"I..a-..ternally..-rate..ul, ..Master."

At the close of her connection with the Sage Master her hand would slide across her ships frame. The cold durasteel rushing the warmth from her hand with little haste. Looking back at the temple one last time the hiss of the windshield opening would snap her from her 'dream.' With the hammering of a few commands the windshield would close and the ship would begin prepping for take off. The R9 unit would await commands as it beeped with life from within its hold at the back of the starfighter. As she relaxed into the pilot seat her eyes would look up to the dark sky. It was time.

Her Force Signature changed from that of a neutral party to that of something dark. The Jedi, the Imperial Knights, and most importantly the Council had been deceived. The Darkside would overwhelm those within the Council Chamber; and it would be the last 'feeling' any of them would sense. Unbeknownst to any of them the Lightsaber given to Jhon was nothing but. Its internals had been replaced with a highly volatile explosives; all awaiting to be triggered by the Sith Lord that had left their very chambers.

Running her hand over the comlink activator in her pocket her eyes would light up with an explosion of light. Her chest was hit with the impact of a sonic boom even from within the air sealed compartment of her ship she could feel the force of impact. The ball of fire that had made a significant hole within the Council Chambers was now billowing blackened smoke into the Coruscant air. Her eyes would watch as towers fell to the ground with enough impact to shatter them to pieces. More smoke would erupt from the rubble and the screams of shock and pain would fill the emotions of every Force User for lightyears. All Jed would soon know what had just come to impact them that day. The Jedi Temple of Coruscant had been hit and it had been hit hard. It was on that note she would take hold of the yoke and ascend into the sky and into the vacuum of space. Her next stop would be Korriban to reunite with the rest of Sith Lords and where she would receive her new title.. Everything was finally falling into place..

 

[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."

A single tear, carrying the wish of a galaxy, so pure and so hopeful, came streaming down the side of his face.

She turned away. He reached out a hand, pleading for her own forgiveness. She walked out those doors. His hand did not falter. With each step, she crossed further and further into darkness; away from the Light. With each of her steps, he did not loose faith in her. She was, and forever would be in his eyes, a Jedi Knight. He, for the duration of his life, believed in her. And for the short time he knew of her, he wished, with every particle of his being, that she come back and find peace in her self. What lack of stability, permanence, and love that had been denied, that had enveloped Ayisha Remy was here displayed, was given freely, in his outstretched hand; still, it would forever remain, there.

The lightsaber fired a raging evil through the clouds, boasting a devastation that mocked all of creation. Particles. Yet every particle true. Every bit as potent as the man they came from.

He was compassionate. He was unwavering faith.

HE. HE WAS VIRZIVIL AXGAR.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

The Loremaster had projected a lack of words for most of the meeting. The former Jedi Knight's words caused the councilor to think. They were not a perfect Order. They never would be, and he doubted many would expect and assume them to be. Her queries were ones of confusion to the lurmen.

He simply nodded as she exited, the tips of his ears lowering as he watched his friend Virzivil cry out to Ayisha for the redemption and peace of the Light. His own thoughts projected that message to her. His gaze locked onto the lightsaber the Sage Master now held. It was the sign of abandonment of the Order. He couldn't imagine how one could leave their loved ones and all of their knowings and ways of the justice of the Jedi. It dumbfounded even this Master. Between sips of tea he simply wondered at the cause of such.. ignorance. Mentally, he shook his head. Though known for centuries, the concept never truly sank in---

 

[Dmitri]

Bellatrix La Rouge felt the premonition too late. Before any action could be done, the plasma bomb hidden in Remy's lightsaber dentonated.

In a split second, Rouge saw a crimson light.

Followed by an alluring white light...