Justice's Illusion (Sith Meeting with the Jedi Council)

[Dmitri]

Operation Aruetii had been a success. Mandalore Corden Vencu had nearly been assassinated, with Grand General Lucifel injuring himself to save the Mandalore's life. The week before Geist Weiss, ADIM Kadmon, and Vhalanestilliegan Crewellunstestry had captured members of an old Galactic Alliance commando unit that Corden Vencu had once belonged to called STROST. Brok Miran, Lyco Miran, and Tach Enarai were sent to Manda to be framed, painted as the would-be assassins; Geist Weiss and Apollo Ordo had killed them, though the latter was the only one who would be credited as such. The Loyalists had been degraded too, by framing Titus Skirata, by the help of Darths Tarak and Vendis. However, it was not over yet. Operation Aruetii had framed the other members of STROST too. Two members had been kept alive in order to demand their imprisonment. Mr. Blank and Vier Ziele.

As such, Geist Weiss was aboard his ship near the boarder, sending a transmission to the Jedi Council. Now, doing such a move would be near impossible, but Geist nothing if not resourceful. ADIM Kadmon would be aiding in the hacking of the Council chambers, which would upload a copy of itself into the computer during the transmission after a minute into the conversation.

The hologram flickered into life in the Council chambers. The phantom alchemist bowed respectfully. "Greetings, wise Jedi Council." As he rose, his appearance was more vivid. The hologram did not display the navy blue attire as its natural color, but it still held a contrast to the illusion Geist wore over his entire body, giving the appearance of a faceless man with metallic skin. "May I introduce myself. I am the Lord of House Weiss from Empress Teta. My name is Lord Geist Weiss."

 

[Matty]

The Twi'lek Grand Master munched happily on a Bantha sandwich as he and the other members of the Council met up for their weekly meeting. The meetings would always vary in intensity and importance, but each and every one was crucial to the function of the Order. The council would debate war, peace and no matter how hard they tried to stray from the topic, they would debate endlessly about the Sith. Solutions would be proposed and solutions would be rejected. One councilor would suggest a peaceful solution while another would suggest more decisive action. The Twi'lek would sit through each and every meeting and would always give a silent thanks when it ended. He expected the day's meeting to be like any other. The councilors had filed in silently and exchanged pleasantries. They would joke and jest until the refreshments would arrive. Over the small meal, the group would then begin to debate. Apollo had just parted his turquoise lips to announce the first debate when the room's lighting dimmed instantly. The shutters overlooking the vast cityscape that was Coruscant began to retract. A slight sense of alarm rang through the councilors, more out of surprise than actual fear. The Twi'lek gritted his teeth and allowed one of his hands to slip to shoto on his left thigh. He clenched his jaw and readied himself to spring into action at a moments notice. When no foe entered the room, Apollo felt his lekku twitch in relaxation. He slid farther down in his seat when a small silver ball materialized out of thin air. The aged Grand Master could raise an invisible eyebrow at the sight. Within seconds, the silver ball sprung to life and in its place was the face that any and all Jedi should know. Geist Weiss. The master of shadows and illusions. Spacers and soldiers spoke pf a fabled Guild that had a hand in nearly every facet of Galactic life, all under the direction of Geist. They also spoke of a nightmarish Twilight where Geist himself had slaughtered three Sith Lords. The Twi'lek could never confirm these facts no matter how hard he tried. Those who had information had heard it from a friend. That friend had heard it from another who had heard it from another who in turn had heard it from another. Apollo knew that he he held little knowledge about the man before him, only that he was one not to be trifled with. The faceless Sith was one to be feared by lesser men, Apollo however was not a lesser man

The Twi'lek clenched his jaw once more before turning to the hologram. It offered absolutely no detail to the man's location. forcing himself not to reveal any emotion, Apollo kept his expression neutral, despite the fact that he was seething underneath the false expression. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to the hologram and pull the man through. He wanted nothing more than to drive his saber through the man's heart, if he had one. Apollo felt his jaw clench tighter and instantly felt embarrassed. His skin flushed slightly, turning his naturally blue skin a shade darker. His hatred for the Sith was well known. He had lost his legs to one and ever since that fateful day he vowed to end their Order one and for all. Apollo swallowed slightly before returning his gaze to the hologram. He straightened his posture and opened himself up to the light side of the force. His anger and frustration were washed away by the flowing river that was the light. If he was to remain Grand Master, he would have to act like one.

"What do you want Sith?" he asked, his tone even and neutral

 

[Green Ranger]

Kara Vaalki had been unusually quiet as of late in recent Council meetings. Since her re-assignment to the loremaster position she had been content with idly observing conversation and debate, chiming in rarely with tidbits of information she felt needed to be clarified, but rarely posing an opinion of her own. Even while in session she would shun whatever dishes were served to her, preferring instead to eat a meager offering when back in the solitude of her own private quarters, nibbling on plain, quickly made dishes while poring over her private terminal, scouring the archives for various information, her thirst for knowledge unquenchable, setting aside her duties only long enough to rest for brief periods of time, Jedi trances minimalising her need for sleep.

Still, the long days were beginning to take their toll on the Jedi Master. Today she had even come to the Council chambers with a rough strip of cloth tied around her head and over her eyes, the darkness dulling the ache of fatigue that seemed to throb through her very consciousness. Still, she was not without her other sense, and the tension that suddenly filled the room set her at unease, though she did not shift in her seat. She turned her veiled gaze to the Grandmaster, Apollo Ratler, inclining her head slightly - though they spoke little, the Twi'lek would understand the message behind the gesture. Be mindful of your feelings, Grandmaster.

She straightened up in her chair slightly, massaging one weary gloved wrist with the other hand, bowing her head slightly in formality to the hologram. One did not need to see to know who it was - Weiss had removed the need for such by introducing himself, which made things slightly easier on Kara. She forced a thin smile as she continued massaging her wrist, her thumb pressing deep into the muscles - or rather, they would be if it weren't for the small keypad hidden beneath her glove. Weiss wasn't fool enough to open communications like this for long...but then again, he did seem to enjoy proper protocol. Opportunity beckoned.

"With all due respect, Grandmaster, I think we can show a little more civility then that. Lord Weiss, I apologize for Master Ratler's bluntness - it was borne of surprise more then anything. We did not expect to hold audience at this time, and were amidst another discussion when you contacted us. I'm sure you understand."

 

[Empress]

With her wings half draped over the sides of her seat, and her large frame forced to lean inward slightly, Skhai Baatch watched the same transmissions as the others. Through half hooded pale eyes the Crystavian forced herself to focus on the flickering image- Holograms of this nature were difficult for her at times, the flickering, and colouring- all of these things registered slightly different to the eyes of her species.

The Sage Master had to admit she felt a slight ripple of shock that this meeting of sorts was even called. Given the reputation of the grandmaster and his views- It was however a good exercise in reminding herself, and others that one can not always cling to a perceived reality. It was with that thought in her mind that she found herself flashing brief glances at the other members of the council, and smiling... her warmth radiated inward and took her mind to a near empty place, void of all things but the moment and her memories, wondering how many of the council she had seen grow up- in truth most adult humanoid members of the order were but children when they stepped into their new lives as Jedi, and Skhai was there to greet many of them, and here they were now.

Shaking her head to clear the last of what once was from her thoughts the crystavian rustled her feathers slightly, careful to hold them at an angle to avoid refracting any stray light before finally returning her full attention to the matters at hand, her curiosity perked as to the sith's business

 

[GABA]

Nothing seemed to surprise Sigur more than an extremely hot cup of caf. He had claimed to have seen it all, and when something out of the ordinary did come along, to an extent no matter how inappropriate it was, he still found delight in the surprise. The councilor blew on his drink, his fifth cup of caf since arriving to the council chambers for their weekly meeting. Something he was still getting used to, only have been on the Council for a few short weeks, he was still getting adjusted to his new schedule; he even needed a droid to help him keep track of meetings.

His eyes followed around the room as the councilors and the grandmaster spoke, some more than the others. He’d always felt like a gossiping hen when he had attend the past few, more structured bickering on what to do than actually resolving anything. Nevertheless, it was how things were for any meeting Jedi Council or not.

Sigur leaned back in his seat when the lights in the room begin to dim and the holo-projector illuminated the room with the image who called himself Lord Geist Weiss. This surprised him like his hot cups of caf, they have heard very little from their Sith neighbors. The reaction of the grandmaster was expected, though it didn’t show through entirely, Sigur along with the others felt the sudden rush of strong opinions the Twi’lek had for the Sith.

The man was curious to know what message their holo-guest had for them. He could think of many things ranging from propaganda and intimidation to the unrealistic reality of the Sith giving up. He took another sip of his drink, Master Vaalki ushering for the Sith to continue talking, his own sense of surprise molding into curiosity.

 

[Dmitri]

Watching the Jedi Council react was amusing to Geist, and completely predictable. As theorized, the Grandmaster had been the most hostile; he had lost his legs to a Sith and still held some bitterness. The Loremaster, like her predecessor Jhon Cordatus, was a pacificist, trying to counter Ratler's rudeness. However, Geist knew not to underestimate her. She was as much a lady as he was lord, and knew all the techniques of the political song and dance. He would not be surprised if she or one of the other Councilors were attempting to track his location. It was no matter. Tracking the frequency would take some time and even longer to dispatch someone to the Fallline area. Still, arrogance had been the undoing of many other Sith, so Geist decided to telepathically tell his pilot to be ready to depart into hyperspace at a moment's notice.

Ignoring the other two silent Councilors, Geist addressed Kara more than Apollo, though his comments was to the Council in general. "It is fine. This way the galaxy sees the true colors. After all, this conversation is being recorded for the historians." He grinned, though his illusion hid it. The conversation was being recorded, though on the ship's database, to be transmitted later. "I thank you very much for accepting my call; it is good to know my old home still has kept his hospitality." Though Geist said this, it was mostly pinned toward his home planet, Empress Teta. Part of him wondered what life had been like had he gone into the Jedi Order rather than decline the offer to tend to family tradition.

Geist continued, "It pains me that we must meet on such awful terms. Many Sith before me loved war and bathed in it, but I see little point in it. It was why it saddened me that the 'guardians of peace' would wage war against us, even after it was discovered the Imperial Knights blew up your academies, not us; dreadful, really. I admit the blame falls to us, for not handling the Imperial Knights better. Alas, they hoped to get you into a war to dethrone us for them, and they have succeeded in pulling you into violence's wake. Still, I hope this unnecessary bloodshed will not last long." He spoke words like poetry, almost soothing. Growing up in the House of Weiss had taught him the ways of speech, machinating feelings and subtle tells into conversation.

"However, it pains me that you have no disregard to those who once called you allies. You're acting more Sith than the Sith. Now, I could have understood if you tried to assassinate Darth Exodeus, but the Mandalore? He was allied with the Chiss Ascendency, whom you are not at war with currently, more than he was allied with the Sith; and even then it was for a truce of non-aggression." He executed the motion of wiping away a tear, though his illusions masked whether it was real or not. "It saddens me to report that Grand General Lucifel, who risked his life to save Mandalore's, is in a coma, believed to not last the week. While this may seem like a triumph for you, it is not.

Geist composed himself, as if becoming serious and strict once more. "Jedi, after much investigation, we have discovered the truth. The truth of your involvement. After Grand General Lucifel was shot, Mandalorians rushed to the scene and surrounded the assassins. The assassins fought back, and were killed in the firefight. Their identities were confirmed by Corden Vencu as members of a commando unit under the supervision of the Jedi that he once was a member of, called STROST. Three members were found and died. Their names of Brok Miran, his brother Lyco Miran, and the Jedi Tach Enarai. Footage caught a STROST member named Vier Ziele fleeing to the spaceport in a ship that broke past the Mandalorian blockade. The Mandalorians did their own investigation, discovering accounts belonging to an Alliance-sympathetic Mandalorian named Titus Skirata, whom is believed to have helped STROST infiltrate Manda; his whereabouts are unknown, but the Mandalorian leadership suspects he was given asylum in the Galactic Alliance." Geist made a mental note to inform Apollo Ordo of this comment, so that the Mandalorian could publicly state it, confirming the farce.

"Jedi Council, I am in lament. I mourn the illusion that I had of the Jedi when I was a kid on Empress Teta. Defenders of peace. Protectors of the galaxy. I understood having been tricked into war by the Imperial Knights, but now you continue on, despite knowing the truth. It's as if the Imperial Knights only gave you the excuse to do what you always wanted to do, to silence any opposition in control of the Force, to allow dominance of your philosophy. The galaxy is not your plaything, not some spiritual scoreboard comparing who has the most supporters and believers. You claim to be peaceful, yet why has it been mostly Jedi in the battlefield and not your soldiers?"

Geist sighed, as if stricken with disappointment. "However, the Sith at least want to end the war. We want peace. The New Sith Imperium has decided to allow negotiations to commence for the ending of this war, on the condition that Vier Ziele be sent to Mandalorian Space for trial, Titus Skirata be turned over to the Mandalorian authorities, and the Jedi come clean about their involvement in the incident on Manda, making an official apology to the Mandalore and Grand General Lucifel." His voice spoke with passion and dedication, as if believing his words. Hope had been sprinkled in his words, as if to promote the appearance that Geist Weiss intended for peace and an end to the conflict.

 

[Empress]

The Crystavian ruffled her feathers slightly as she listened to the repetitive droning of the Cinnagaran, taking extra note of several key words he continued to use through his speech and the tones used. She had a decent ear for double talk, despite coming from a more...brutish warrior culture herself, she had learned early on as a fledgling to hear the chiding tones of rival clan emissaries who used the not so subtle skill of words to give voice and lament over small details in an attempt to debase a rivals pride and instigate-without them directly making any true gestures of provocation.

The Sage Master fought back her urge to cut him off at certain points, and made do to simply listen and note the body language. It didn't sit right, none of it... He was playing on emotions, he was using his words to create a box of limited rebuttals, The validates of claims aside.

" I Hate to speak out of turn, But I must wonder as to what you are directly trying to say;" she stated lightly, though the tilt of her head giving every indication that she indented to willingly play in this game of Nexsu and wamp rat.
" You use such phrases as " pained, and grieving, quite often, and make it a point to be chiding of the order as a whole following investigations led to accusations of a very few? You must forgive me Lord, but I do have reason to decry much of what you are saying, even if the aim is an amiable one."
Skhai paused to brush a strand of crimson hair from her soft tattooed face as she collected her thoughts.
" View, intention, speech, action,livelihood, effort, mindfulness, concentration... in all these things there is a truth should any of these be absent, or show the slightest sign of modicum then one has to question one or more of the facets.... And as it is I will openly admit I'm feeling a hint of something more furtive in what you are saying, or more over HOW you are saying it, I don't think it would be unlikely others in the council will disagree with me when I am saying that more information may be required, and detailed proof of your accusations for cross examination. History on all sides are rife with individuals acting on their own transgressions without oversight, and if such is the case then perhaps more can come of this, however until then I cannot in good will- which is the intent- agree to something with little more than a promise of a peaceful solution that may very well be little more than a parody... "

She knew very well the Cinnagaran Lord may act insulted, or spin it as if she attacked his " good intentions" The truth was as it was however. She was playing the game of words and intent with him, His responses would go further in showing any flaws, ulterior motives, or clandestine intentions than simply allowing to speak on his terms would allow. His honesty, and honour was a possibility, but one always had to be sure.

 

[Brand]

Iril'dor had sat impassively in his seat, reclining and declining to speak when the holographic specter appeared unexpectedly. The Kel Dor Battlemaster had decided to keep his thoughts to himself and let his fellow councilors do the talking until the figure's speech prompted him to speak after the Sage Master concluded.

"Peace is a subjective term, Lord Weiss," he intoned, his deep voice filling the room. The mechanical note that came from his mask contributed an eerie note to his words. "The Jedi have stood as protectors of the Galactic Alliance for generations, and you expect the Order to back down from a Sith-backed threat?" He chuckled, an unnatural sound.

"You speak of the galaxy as our plaything while your empire lays in wait with innumerable destructive forces at its fingertips. The Jedi meet your threat, and we meet it evenly, no matter the circumstances."

Iril'dor sat as the most junior member of the Council but had no qualms speaking his mind. While it was not his place to accept or reject the apparent peace offer, the Kel Dor knew there was more to the Sith's extended hand than it seemed.

 

[Green Ranger]

"Perhaps you are not aware, or perhaps you forget that the Sith started this war, Lord Weiss," Kara said quietly, though her voice was leaden with emotion. "Perhaps you forget the actions of your forebears, striking at the innocent and untrained. The declaration of war was just a formality - both sides know the real war began on the deck of the Serendipity."

Kara took off her blindfold then, wincing in the light as her eyes adjusted, before fixing her steely gaze on the hologram. "Your order wore no mark of your allegiance, but the truth was evident as to who your men worked to, as bright as the morning sun. Many proud Jedi fell defending children against the Sith - children the Sith sacrificed to weaken our Order for the coming conflict. The conflict that has followed was just ripples, echoes of that first atrocity.

"As usual for your kind, you are quick to cast blame elsewhere, to attempt make this conflict our responsibility. Yet no blame lies with the Imperium - once again, you feign ignorance and play the victim. And yet, how can the victim be the aggressor? The Alliance has only stood their ground, yet Imperial fleets have time and again sacked Alliance territory, ending the lives of countless innocents, their only crime defending their homes. When will the Imperium answer for the attack on the Will of the Force? When will they answer for the sacking of the Jedi Temple? When will they answer for Vre-"

No. Let it go, Kara. He's gone.


The Jedi Master stopped herself mid-sentance, glaring at the hologram of Weiss. It was blatantly obvious she still maintained her own convictions of where the true blame lay in the war, and a chip on her shoulder to boot. Not that any of her contemporaries could really blame her - though hardly well known information, rumour held that Kara herself had been one of the scant few survivors of the attack on the Serendipity.

A tense silence soon filled the chambers, following her outburst. No doubt the other Masters had expected her to continue, but she simply bowed her head and let the silence continue. So much for being mindful of my own feelings, she mused.

 

[Dmitri]

OOC: My comment about the Grandmaster is in regards to what the writer told me to treat his PC as doing.

The Crystavian was the first to respond after Geist. This surprised the alchemist slightly as he expected outrage immediately from the Grandmaster but the Twi'lek stood quiet in his seat. Before his bitterness was obvious, but apparently calamity had seized him. His emotions were less obvious to tell. He could be either contemplating or sulking.

Regardless, Geist's attention was needed against the Sage Master. Her comments stuck at his words, attempting to claim his intentions were not as pure as they appeared. Indeed, the illusionist decided that he had misjudged her; she was more apt in the art of words than he first thought, not too surprising considering her position and affiliation with the late Jhon Cordatus. She was calling his bluff, demanding proof. Geist considered feigning insult, but decided to address it with seriousness. This was a meeting between representatives of two orders, not politicians. Such antics would not be as useful here.

Geist bowed. "As you wish, Sage Master. I will have the evidence we have collected be sent to you. Please note that we shall be notifying media outlet Sigma 6 about this, so no point in hiding that we have sent it to you." He was attempting to cast suspicion back to the Jedi. If they refused to acknowledge the evidence given, it would seem like they were trying to hide the truth. This could easily be accomplished by not sending it at all, but Geist suspected they would find a way to prove the missing delivery. Instead, the package would be sent, detailing the Mandalorian logs, to the Fallline recording, to Titus Skirata's bank accounts, and so forth. Still, Geist had little doubt that when they were to obtain the evidence, they would attempt to challenge its authenticity. "The Sith Imperium are using a medium to deliver the evidence. The Centrality. Contact them to obtain the package. Feel free to scan it for bombs or whatever catches your fancy to insure its not a trap." Indeed, it would not be a trap, as they would look badly on the Sith, by rigging evidence that would frame the Galactic Alliance. Still, he had little doubt the would still be suspicious of the package.

The Kel Dor did the opposite of his Twi'lek companion. Whereas Apollo Ratler had an outburst at the beginning then silenced himself, the Battlemaster had been quiet until now. He was calling upon the past, using the knowledge of the peaceful Jedi and warring Sith. A good point, Geist mentally admitted, but one that could be assaulted. "Indeed, peace is a subjective term. The Jedi know this very well. Subjugation was the way of the Jedi of old, by the premise of peace. Taking over duties from others, claiming they could not make such peaceful decisions on their own. The Sith, I admit, were less refined. They sought subjugation by force, and I will admit the Sith of old are not to be looked upon as role models. However, bias and discrimination must be married to your order to be unwilling to accept change. Must everything be as they once were? Does the Sith have to be 'evil'? To the Jedi, it seems so, as a scare tactic, of sorts. 'Obey the Jedi and we shall protect you from the evil Sith'. You seem to have misunderstood the Dark Side as an evil side. Dark Side was a term coined for the aspect of the Force called Bogan as it uses passion and emotion. What do many forces at war do? Demonize the enemy so that their soldiers will not see the enemy as fellow living beings, but monsters that must be put down.

"The conflict the Sith fought was internally in the Imperium, in the dethroning of the false emperor, Luthor Elyurius. Our fight was with the Imperial Knights, who brought the fight to you, as they were desperate to keep the throne. You were used, and continue to be used by a band of fugitives who are close to extinction."

Geist addressed the 'innumerable destructive forces' next. "All have defenses. Even the Galactic Alliance, prior to this war, had their own military might at the ready; so do the Chiss and Mandalorians. Power is needed to defend one's principles and people, for there is no nation without people. As for our strength, you attribute it to the wrong place. Before the Sith rise, the empire had a large military force. We only inherited the 'innumerable destructive force' from our predecessors. Is it our fault that the empires of old have had a fetish for strong military might? The Death Star. Star Destroyers. Imperial Knights. World Devestators. The list continues, and we are not the beginning of such trend, only another tier on the chain. One may try to attribute the trend to Palpatine, who was a Sith Lord, but remember that it was his subordinates that kept designing and commissioning them, even after his final death."

If Apollo Ratler was the subject to the first remark in Geist's hypothesis, Kara was the second. And yet, again Geist was wrong. Kara spoke third in a torrent of protests to Geist's words. He was about to protest against Kara's first sentence, but the Councilor continued on, claiming the Sith started the war with Serependity. Indeed, it could be reasoned as such, but if memory served, Geist had learned that skirmish had been one to test the Jedi, not a formal declaration. Still, it would be a challenge needing conquered.

"How convenient. Apparently all Bogan-oriented Force users are Sith. What is the evidence that they were Sith besides worshiping the Dark Side? If the Jedi truly believed the Sith had attacked that ship, they would have been more prepared when the Purge happened when it did. Instead, they were caught off guard. No, the Sith were not responsible. At the most, a sect, but not what became the Sith Imperium. Our quarrel is with the false rulers of the empire and their Imperial Knights. The Jedi have been shown as our enemies too long, and had been decided to be left alone. We learn from our mistakes, and realized going against the Jedi should never be attempted again. However, when the Imperial Knights attacked your bases and attributed blame to us, war was declared on us. I will be the first to admit that we should have tried harder to negotiate for peace, but the past had made us worried. We feared the Jedi would try to usurp us Sith, who were content with the empire we had; after all, why wait nine years to go to war when we had solidified our rule within the first year after the Purge.

"Darth Exodeus believed the best defense is a good offense. As Grand General Lucifel once informed me, prior to being shot by a Jedi and a couple of your soldiers, 'the objective of our fighting is to present ourselves as a supreme fighting force that they will not try to invade us once we stop attacking'. I myself feel other methods could be taken, but that was the strategy that was used. I will not claim the Imperium is without blame, and they do deserve some blame, but only some blame. The Imperium will not stand by and become a scapegoat. The Imperium shall admit blame where blame was, but will not accept being blamed for factors that we are innocent of."

Kara let slip part of a name. Geist wondered who it was. He was not familiar with anyone whose name began with "Vre-", but it was possible it was something he overlooked. He investigated the Councilors beforehand, but it was impossible to know everything. He had focused on the essentials. Apollo's legs. Skhai's relationship to Jhon Cordatus. On Serependity, Kara and her husband...

Vrek Lightell. Kara had been about to speak about her betrothed, her bequeathed. She held bitterness still. An opportunity could be taken.

Geist tilted his head slightly to the left, then to the right, as if checking something out. His hand extended, vaporizing as it went out of view. The transmission flickered for a moment. The alchemist's shoulder's slouched, his stance a little more lax, though spoke of caution. "I've temporarily cut the recording. I only have a few seconds, so I'll make this quick. As a fellow noble of the Galactic Alliance, I feel a sympathy for your case, so I'll tell you what I know. What I know about Vrek Lightell and the attack on your ship." He looked both ways again. "According to what I found out, the Sith were not directly involved, but one of their own was indirectly involved. He was a promising Sith who sought to earn prestige, so he manipulated an order called the Brotherhood of Equilibrium; they're a secretive bunch." Geist chose the name for that exact purpose: they were secretive. Geist himself only knew of the name through Imperial and Chiss intelligence after an agent had captured and interrogated a Brotherhood agent named V.V. "The Sith's name is Isaac Firestorm, though you may know him by another name. Darth Judicar." Geist invoked the former Dark Lord's name as it was beneficial to the Sith. If the Jedi decided to hunt down Darth Judicar, the sooner it was likely Judicar would be located and taken out of the picture. Geist wondered if Kara would attempt a campaign to track down Isaac Firestorm. "Believe me or not, it's your choice; I bid you farewell."

Geist reached out once more. The hologram flickered for a moment and Geist was back in his strict stance. "I was born on Empress Teta, and I admired the Jedi as a boy. I would like to see the Jedi remain as the sovereigns of peace, but I urge you to accept my request for talks of negotiating peace. I know coming over stereotypes of the Sith are hard, but I ask that in your heart you forgive our predecessors. Learn from the past, as we have." Geist waited to hear their response.

 

[GABA]

Sigur remained quiet through the entire ordeal until now. The Sith liked to talk, rather, he was sure he liked to hear himself talk, and it even caused Sigur to lose focus in what the illusionists was chit chatting about for a moment. The Jedi took another sip of his coffee, now at a perfect temperature feeling himself wake a little and even a little joy to have drinking it at just the right time. His eyes darted to one councilor after another as they spoke: the Sage Master, followed by the recently appointed Battlemaster, and then Kara as they all informed Geist of their opinions and their doubts. He and the Grandmaster remained silent.

He was curious to why a Sith of his status would reveal so much information not related to the original intention of the intrusive meeting in the first place. Well, Sigur had a theory, and he took note of everything Geist had to say, well the stuff he didn’t tune out to. He wondered if he could have squeezed in a nap during all this talk. Real shut eye was something he rarely experienced of the late.

As the Sith begun wrapping up his speech, Sigur was ready to speak himself, ready to move this along to more important matters the Jedi would need to discuss and contemplate.

“Thank you for your informative meeting. There would no need to be sending the information to us directly, we have lawyers for that, and I’m sure they would love to be paid to do their job. So I would recommend being in contact with yours also, they would want that evidence as soon as possible to settle such a matter that was in such grave importance you felt the need to hack into our com-system.” Sigur paused taking another sip of his coffee, he went to open his mouth again, but instead took one more sip.

“Other than that, I will not talk from both sides of my own mouth as I say we are done discussing this and anymore expanded tangents you have informed us of. I bid you a good day.”

 

[Green Ranger]

The mention of Vrek's name by Weiss stunned Kara. Though she suspected the man knew a lot more about the Serendipity campaign then he gave away, at the same time he obviously knew nothing of Vrek himself. Silencing the naive, hopeful thoughts that somewhere, somehow he had survived the Sith attack and escaped, she finally brought herself back to reality, thumbs pressing into her wrists in fatigue once more. Or so she would have the 'good' Lord Weiss believe. By the time the Sith Lord began implicating the Brotherhood of Equilibrium and Sith Lord Darth Judicar, the transmission he was broadcasting into their systems would already begin to be relayed back out to Sith space. Kara had wondered from the first if Weiss' own ideas were in line with the rest of the Imperium...and now, using another Sith as a scapegoat? She decided she would let Weiss' own brotherhood deem whether his motives were true.

Still, as he re-activated his own 'official' recordings, Kara sat in her chair, her face full of doubt. She said nothing as she rubbed at her wrists again. To Weiss, it would appear she was simply anxious about the information she had recieved, no more.

 

[Dmitri]

Geist bowed. "Then I bid you farewell."

The hologram ended, but the ploy had been successful.