The Tribunal of Valentine Rayth

[Leah Reach]

OOC — the following thread takes place after Corellia and the Nar Shaddaa strikes. Rebels and Jedi only welcome. PvP-disabled.

The strike against Nar Shaddaa was a rousing success. The HoloNet was destroyed and Imperial Hutta plunged into chaos. Riots in the street, labor camp uprisings, raids against Imperial assets and installations. If not for the monumental duel between the two Sith, the repositioning of their fleets and the following skirmish on Corellia, it would have never been possible. However, neither Leah nor the Rebel Council were pleased the the unauthorized attack. Above all else, the Jedi were exposed. All thanks to none other than Valentine Rayth. A member of the Jedi Council, a man she trusted. Now, that trust was broken. The Sith knew the Order lived, and therefore, would turn their eyes from one another and toward the threat they feared for centuries.

Gathered in the Council chambers of the Old Temple on Al’doleem, she leaned against the conference table dressed in flowing robes. She was every bit the rebel ambassador and the Jedi Master she was. Beside her stood none other than Alliance Commander Hugo Ion. When news first broke from Corellia, he was furious. Now, he was sullen and expressionless. She may be a Jedi but she wondered what he was thinking. The rest of the Rebel Council, including the droid smuggler B1-TH and General Greybok, likewise gathered. Behind them, other members of the Alliance from every corner of the galaxy assembled, discussing freely. Of course, only those of the Council would be given the free reign to speak once the hearing began.

Jedi Masters Vu’thari and Luy were also in attendance. For reasons unknown, Master Blackwood had not yet arrived. Leah was worried she was lost in the Nar Shaddaa attacks, but she trusted the woman made it through. After all, with the HoloNet down, there was no telling if she had taken a detour elsewhere. In the end, the gathering would begin with or without her. As for the last Jedi, Leah believed Master Rayth was melded somewhere in the crowd of bodies. Having recently arrived from the Deep Core, he was summoned to the Council chambers along with everyone else. When the hearing began, however, he would be alone. One man before the Rebel and Jedi Council, now together.

“Jedi Master Valentine Rayth.” Leah called the man out, voice strong and eyes forward, searching, wondering if he was here. Even through the Force, she reached out to find him. Regardless, the clamor of the gathering crowd would fall short. Silence was demanded. “Step forward.”

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[Greybok]

Recently promoted to General, and accepted as an advisor to Commander Ion, Greybok too stood around the conference table opposite Leah Reach: a woman he now knew to be a Jedi Master. Twobee, his ever faithful (if not somewhat annoying) translator, stood alongside him. He was annoyed at having been called back to Al'doleem from Imperial Hutta. There was still work to be done there while the moment was ripe; but, he supposed, the issue of the Corellia incident needed to be squared away first. He had yet to see Alys and Mig — two members of his squadron who had gone along with Val's knee-jerk attack on the Core Worlds — but they were in hot water as well, though the Wookiee was greatly relieved to know they were both alive and safe.

The deeply loyal Wookiee was greatly angered at Val. He knew Alys and Mig had gone of their own freewill, and he would deal with them when the moment came, but it was this man's decision to take rebel troops to Corellia unauthorized. He put their lives in danger. Moreover, he had jeopardized the entire rebellion by appearing so brazenly in the Core Worlds. Every life in this room had been put at risk by his actions; and, just as it took a lot to earn a Wookiee's trust, it also took a lot to earn their forgiveness—and Greybok had none for Val right now. Were it not for the laws that governed the rebellion, he would tear the man's arms from their socket here and now.

But there was other tensions in Greybok's mind. He was untrusting of the Force, having been enslaved by those who would use it for decades. The sudden revelation that Jedi had walked among them for years — that he had received orders from them, to boot — deeply complicated the Wookiee's feelings about this trial. He understood the Commander's perogative to keep some things secret from the troops, but he couldn't help but feel lied to, by Hugo, by Leah, by all of them. He decided to shelve those feelings for the moment. Whatever his reservations, Leah had proven herself a friend many times, despite their differences; but he fully intended to have words with her about this later. A Wookiee did not abide a secret or a lie.

In the meantime, he stood quietly, his usual boisterous and erratic behavior momentarily dampened by the tension in the room and the thoughts swirling around his furry head. The sooner this was over, the better this day would be. @Deviant @Minuteman75 @Mithias @Sangga @Orbit

 

[Alexander Ayers]

Alexander stood near Greybok, the Wookiee being a comforting reminder of home during these confused and concerning times.

He could feel how outraged the Wookiee was. Even without the force everything about his posture and angrily twitching whiskers gave it away. Alexander was new to the Galactic Alliance and he had known that they were deeply secretive. He had known about the Jedi too, since well before they had revealed themselves to the galaxy. What he was confused about, however was why everyone was so upset.

The GA had been compromised, yes, but was that truly a bad thing? Worlds in the Core lived insulated lives, so concerned with their own affairs that they seldom did not think about anything other than themselves. For them to have been so abruptly and jarringly accosted by an organized, rebellious force would cause them to look up. To look to the past news articles detailing the disgusting travesties of their Sith leaders and to rising tide of revolution in the galaxy.

He did not see how it could be a bad thing. Many of the worlds were aligned to the Empire out of convenience and security and both of those things had been compromised by Valentine Rayth, Alys, Mig and their Mandalorian friends. The worlds of the Core would be afraid now, especially since the news had just broke that Darth Vrael was now the uncontested leader of the Empires. Their society was in turmoil and it was only natural that some of them would turn, in time, to back the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi; if only to keep their positions of power and wealth. Self-interest was a powerful thing.

It was not his place to speak, however. These were issues well beyond what he was concerned with. He put his thoughts aside and watched the dramatic proceedings unfold.

 

[Hugo Ion]

Never before had the council chambers been filled with so many people until today. Then again this was not your typical gathering nor its purpose. The Alliance had managed to strike a massive blow to the Sith while their attention had been diverted. Yet it had came with the price. Due to the actions of Valentine Rayth in an unsanctioned attack on Corellia the entire known galaxy now knew the Jedi Order existed!

The commander had not slept well since that revelation and only showed a neutral expression. The whole affair had left him drained, thinking of the consequences for the rebellion. Already he can feel the collective tension in the room despite not being force sensitive. Standing in front of the table for all to see Hugo Ion noted many rebels’ expressions who varied from concern, shock, betrayal and even anger.

While a number of rebels had come to know about the Jedi, it still had been maintained as a secret from most of the Alliance. Now the lolocat was out of the bag.

I’ll cross that bridge when this mess is taken care of.

With this silent reminder the commander prepared himself for what’s to come. As soon Master Leah summoned for Valentine to enter the chambers, Ion’s stance straightened and his eyes more focused than before. The rebel leader crossed both arms over his chest, awaiting for Master Rayth to finally come in. Whatever happens next Hugo Ion silently vowed to be decisive in this tribunal.

 

[B1-TH]

B1-TH was seated in a chair in a dark corner of the conference room, legs up on the conference table, and mechanical hands steepled menacingly. Her circuits had been overheated ever since the news came over the HoloNet and now she was going to get her moment to grill this moof-milker for the jeopardy he had put their rebellion in. Hugo and Leah were somehow managing to be calm, despite the very real danger their rebellion now faced, but she and the Wookiee Greybok had an agreement: if they didn't like the answers Valentine gave, she was going to hold him down while the Wookiee plucked his eyes out of their sockets.

She tapped her mechanical fingers together as Valentine stepped forward to face his tribunal. "I've been waiting for you, Valentine," the droid said darkly, her single photoreceptor glowing menacingly in the dark corner of the room. "You sleazy, mutinous, lightsaber-waving, Mandalorian marrying, c—" Suddenly, all eyes were on her and Susan caught the word as it was about to come out of her vocabulator. She leaned back in her chair and sighed mechanically. "Be thankful that cooler minds prevailed or me and the Wookiee would have you pinned to that table peeling your fingernails off right now."

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

Standing quite near the table in the crowd that circled the entire room, Devrim was clad in his newly-crafted Jedi armour. Always partial to the colour black, he was bumped into by several unobservant people who simply took him for a shadow in the not-so-well lit room. Although not wearing his helmet, he was certainly an imposing figure among the rest of the Alliance gathered here — as both a Jedi and the leader of the Phaeda rebel cell. The room resounded with chatter and murmurs, but they spoke with low voices. It was seldom that they were in the presence of the entire Alliance Command and four Jedi Masters at once.

After hearing the news, Devrim had flown to Al'doleem from the Deep Stone Crypt on Ellora. He was practically inhaling his training and making visible progress every day, but it had to be put aside for more serious matters. In the absence of Master Blackwood and with Master Rayth being put to trial, Devrim knew Aurora would want him present for the proceedings. Curiously enough, the black-clad Jedi had in fact worked with Master Vu'thari on a mission previously, without even knowing that he was one of the five Jedi Masters hiding all these years. Having made eye contact with both Leah and Vu'thari, he gave them a respectful nod and remained silent. Standing high above the heads of the crowd, Devrim easily made out the figure of Greybok. The Wookiee had quickly proven himself to be one of the most influential and successful Rebel in the Galactic Alliance, and he was more than worthy of the title of General recently bestowed upon him.

With so many members of the Alliance present in the room, Devrim hoped that those not allowed to speak would respect the authority of the Council and remain silent. 10-NT had told many stories of trials and convocations that took place centuries ago, with most of them falling into chaos and each speaking their own thoughts and opinions every moment they could. By the Force, I will drag people out if I must, Devrim thought as he imagined the worst in the moments to come.

Looking over, he beheld Commander Ion himself. Strange that until today, he'd never actually met their fearless leader — in fact, Devrim couldn't picture a time when he'd actually laid eyes on him before in person. Though the Jedi could feel the myriad of emotions that washed through the room, he was unable to sense those from the Jedi Masters or from the Commander. While the Masters were clearly capable of sealing their minds from the probing senses of others, Commander Hugo was simply...determined. He knew what must be done, and he would not hesitate to do it to preserve the Galactic Alliance which he served.

Leah called for Valentine to come forward, and Devrim turned his attention toward the door as so many others did. The Jedi did not know for certain what was about to happen, but he fully trusted the judgement of the Council whatever their decision may be.

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[Mig Cabra]

Mig had no idea what was going on. The Gotal Rebel was not fully aware of actual Jedi in the alliance before now. He had heard rumors of ex-Sith and had seen some strange things, but had not considered that a Jedi could appear in the Galaxy. It was exciting to hear but also strange because one was on trial. On trial for something Mig did as well. He was there in the same place that day. A fellow soldier charging into battle among his friends to make a change in the Galaxy. Mig knew he had done something potentially bad. He knew that those who went were risking discovery. This was something totally different though. A Jedi was real, as were others.

The Gotal's face was revealed in this case. He wore no helmet as he attended the tribunal. His rank allowed him a decent view but he wished to know more. Mig wondered what the commander would do with the Jedi. These were mystical warriors of the past. Stories of them were known to everyone on Antar IV. Even to the ignorant Mig. Did the Alliance kill those who made mistakes? Was it jail? Exile? He was completely uncertain how it would go as he watched, hoping no one knew he had gone there as well. This was not his trial though. Nor was Alys as far as he could see.

"Friends..," Mig said to himself as he watched the tribunal begin.

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor was already rather curious about how this was going to go - the Imperial Republica courts and the like were naturally very corrupt by nature but the Jedi he had seen were far better than that.

So he was rather curious as to how this
would play out.

What was the worst punishment that could be expected? He doubted that it would be as bad as the Sith but he was curious about the whole experience.

Hopefully his first meeting of the entire bloody rebellion was against type... hopefully he would be able to meet with others without some big revelation to be debated.

As it was? Castor was very ready to just watch the GA and the Jedi in action - it was fascinating really.

And it reaffirmed his decision to be on this side of the war.

 

[Luy]

A point of calm, in a sea of speculation, anger, fear and concern. Luy stood at the dais as he had at the first assembly, head back slightly hunched with his hands shrouded in the vast expanses of his outer robes sleeve ends. Any of those attuned to the Force or emotional state of those around would feel the aura. Luy had no reason to hide his capacity within the Force nor his emotional state. His face was set in a look akin to an elderly relative locked in the mists of nostalgia, not all there. Glassy eyes that stared ahead of him from under a smooth brow that was not raised. While not smiling and holding a fairly neutral expression, the corners of his lips rose to cause the tendrils of his mouth to be slightly risen.

People around him may postulate to his identity, to the reason for secrecy of the Jedi, to the proceedings here today or to the sanity of the slightly smiling, possibly dementia riddled Feeorin that stood in such a prominent place. His robes and outer cloak would mask his races usually rippling musculature yet with the stoop and body language Luy was as unimposing as a two metre tall Feeorin could be. Every now and then a glimpse of conversation would hit his ear and snag his attention. To any young student or member of the rebellion that greeted him with a wave or gesture, a slight bow of the head or a hand revealed itself from his sleeve and a gentle wave was given.

They had been on their way to Belasco, news had come through from Commander Ion's office of a new potential student, that could make it out of Imperial Repulica space! The Kirin was conveying them all when the Holo-net woke to the news of Master Rayth and the cells' actions. Not long after Master Reach had hailed him on her own encrypted channel. This was serious, but the actions had happened. There would be little they could do now to counter this. They must look toward the ripples that these actions have caused. For that cool minds, unfettered by emotion and enlightened by history, tactics and the Force were needed. Those minds were certainly present, but now wholly free of the restraints that emotion gained. He turned to his Padawans and nodded to a bank of seats within the chamber.

He moved toward Master Reach a slight ache in his form apparent. "It is good to see you again Leah, if not in better times." The wink that came from him revealed to her his actions. She had witnessed a similar instance on Rishi. His hand tapped her shoulder and then patted it reassuringly. Slowly he moved around the table and firmly took Ion's hand, shaking it somewhat. His slight up-curled smirk threatened to broaden, but the tension of the room pressed against it. "We must talk deeply on the Rebellion some time Commander, on its effect on the students and the calibre that we Masters can provide to the cause and the Order... but perhaps first this discussion on the calibre of our Masters should be had first." His hand clapped the side of the Duros and the eccentric old fool continued around to meet representatives.

He could not help, 'trying' to straighten up as he approached the Wookie. He dared not reveal his true height, fully capable of staring the General in the eyes if he had. He looked up to them and nodded a bow. "The esteemed and honourable General Greybok, and Twobee. I am sorry that our first meeting could not have been under far more amenable circumstances." Joy, friendliness and serenity poured from every pore of his being. The Force coalesced and danced in this positive energy that the hunched Jedi exuded. "I am sure that you have such tales of your squadrons and cells! Perhaps we could share an evening and discuss our memories of yore, or perhaps more recent and future events? BWAHAHAHA!" No doubt the full bodied and hearty laugh would tug at the lips of those that knew the Master. Perhaps it allowed the Jedi's genuine pleasure to meet new faces bleed through? But undoubtedly Luy's efforts could be understood.

Upon finishing his discussion with the General he looked for Master Blackwood and found Vu'thari. His young friend was always someone that brought him happiness to see, and the two soon met just away from the table and walked back together slowly. "It is certainly a time for reflection, young Vu'thari. I hope you are ready for this, remember to keep a distance from emotion, plenty are high enough as is, without us adding to this pile of kindling." He leaned in conspiratorially, falsely of course, a grin spreading across his face. "I cannot wait to see Master Blackwood's brand of charisma blending with that of the droid there." Luy patted Vu'thari's side and moved toward the droid smuggler, but he saw Reach step up toward the table edge. He simply raised a hand in greeting to the droid, and then moved to return to his position at the table. He smiled to his Padawans as he turned to face the Council and Leah's calling for Master Rayth. He maintained his neutral, pleasant smile as Valentine moved up and even as the droid threatened his fellow Master. "Thank goodness that there are cooler minds are in command, indeed. We are all here as concerned member's of this Alliance. Allies, comrades, such actions would be disconcerting betwixt friends." Luy's visage hardened as his brow raised. "I would not expect you to understand some of our philosophy, Susan; as much we are concerned for the effects of the actions of Master Rayth, they have happened. That is fact. This meeting should not be focusing on them, but on what the Alliance will be doing now." As subtle as a Nerf in a water bath, Luy had shown his thoughts, his expectations for all those present. There was no heat, or passion in his voice, it was as if he was quoting the regulations of trade to a planet or the readout of a scales.

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[Vuthari]

Council Chambers of the Old Temple
Al’doleem

I do not want to be here…

Vu’thari had no desire to be here whatsoever. This was the part that he hated about the idea of a Jedi Council. In fact, he was easily the most reluctant Jedi Master to join the “cause”. But now that the twi’lek was in the throes of this rebellion, he saw that he was needed and began to see the fruits of their labor. With his first padawan elevated to Jedi Knight just recently, it was then, and only then, that he began to consider himself a “Jedi Master”. Ayasha was thriving—Prax, Kae’Leigh, Alexander, and Torin were all walking the path of the Jedi, stepping into the role they were destined for. It was because of them--they were the bar for him to even deserve such a title. And he still hated being called “Master”. For a twi’lek, a race used to the idea of slavery and bondage, it really took a lot for the word “Master” to mean something other one domineering over another.

To the Jedi Master, this was hardly a tribunal for a Jedi Master…there were four other Masters, a Rebel Council, a gaggle of aspiring Jedi and other notable members of the Galactic Alliance. This was not a “Jedi Order”, not yet. The very words “Jedi Order” had been spoken of when he met with the Jedi Masters as a group months back and Vu’thari told all of them then…

“If we try to build a Jedi Order on our own—bitter, unorganized, without aligned goals, without some common ground in philosophies? We will fail and we will die…”

This conversation was rushing back to him as he entered the chamber and looked out at the gathered. They were trying to build a Jedi Order on their own…bitter, unorganized, without aligned goals, without some common ground in philosophies…it was like he had foreseen this. Something like this incident with Valentine was bound to happen...but no one listened. In his mind, the quicker this was done, the quicker he could get back on Nar Shaddaa and make a difference.

But this was important. It was important to Leah. It was important to Luy. This meant something to Hugo. It was because of this, Vu’thari was here. He wasn’t here because of proceedings, bylaws, or edicts…he was here because of relationships, people. Valentine was perhaps the Jedi Master he knew the least of the four and he had made a decision that affected everyone in the room…and the galaxy. This, being as cautious as he had been living in Nar Shaddaa, was a serious thing.

Making his way through the throngs of people, the Jedi Master nodded grimly to those he knew and smiled softly at those he didn’t. Absently, he touched the jagged scar tissue across his left eye. The terentaluk that he encountered in the Shadowlands had taken his left eye and left a nasty scar. In fact, he had been in the hospital for a long stay right before this and the operations on Nar Shaddaa. Making his way over to the “Council”, he saw Luy and stood by the Feeorin nodding and smiling as he spoke. But Vu’thari’s thoughts were elsewhere and it was hard to focus on those around him.

While he could sense Master Luy’s feelings, Vu’thari was a different story. Those sensing Vu’thari would find a wall around his thoughts and emotions. The twi’lek barely trusted those he did not know, so it was second nature to be guarded around the throngs of alliance members. But he could sense the distrust, suspicion and wonder in the room. They had kept the Jedi secret within the Galactic Alliance and because of that, no matter the reason, there was uneasiness prevalent in the room.

We are not ready for this kind of gathering…

He stood a bit off from the conference table, feeling no more privileged to be at that table than anyone else other than their recognized leaders: Hugo, Leah and Greybok. He gave a grim nod to the three, letting them know he was here to support them. The whispers quieted and Leah began…

“Jedi Master Valentine Rayth. Step forward.”

Vu'thari was a wall of "peace", his feelings and thoughts, locked away in a stout vault.

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[Nikka Toren]

When she had been summoned here by her Master Luy, she had been en route to Al'Doleem already, wishing to seek a brief moment of respite from everything she had been through. She had been mostly relaxed, settling back in the cramped quarters that doubled as her tinkering room, when Tippy chirped at her about the news. Hearing it... it was like her old fears had come back to life. She felt like someone had kicked her hard enough to knock her breath out. And ever since she had come, the feeling hadn't eased.

She never met this Valentine. She was aware of Blackwood, Reach, Vu'thari, and of course Luy, but the fifth was never a known being to her. But when she entered the chambers, the sheer amount of negative feelings assaulted her in a wave, and she sucked in a deep breath. The ache she had felt in her chest earlier would not go away.. it tightened, and her mouth pursed slightly. Her Vision took in so many of those of the Light, she had trouble navigating the crowd. Some were familiar; Castor, whom she'd already had some interesting moments with, both in combat and the milder forms of persuasion. The Masters, of course...

Though she could not blink, she would have. So many she did not yet know, apart from passing coincidence; the greatest example was what happened in Madam Coi's cantina at Savareen. Strange, the ways of the Force... the droid, the Wookie, and the other Force user lingering in the further reaches of the chamber were unknown to her, but she hoped to change that quickly. Oddly, she missed having the familiar presence of her fellow Padawans here. Horus could tell her what he saw; she could sense much but... one hand reflexively alighted on her bandage-looking veil. For years, she disguised herself and hid her identity to avoid the very thing the on-trial Valentine Rayth had caused, and it showed. The fine scars that had scored over her vestigial sockets, though years old, were her alibi... and now, that alibi seemed as thin as thread.

She grinned and nodded at Master Luy when she heard the familiar tone of his booming laugh in the chambers, gladdened to know the old Feeorin had made it. She made a mental note to approach him later and inquire about the Kirin; and speaking of...

She lightly touched Master Vu'thari on the shoulder while she passed to a further seat. Though they met briefly for the trials at Anoat, she thought very highly of him, and as a result, she entrusted him her identity of her kind. The Miraluka. The blind that yet could see. And though there was a wall, there was the feeling this upset him far more than he would indicate. She gave a nod, then continued on, content to sit, listen, and observe. It was hardly the time for speaking or being social now.

But after all this travelling, she felt the unusual urge to rest. No more jumping around for a bit, she longed for some food and a warm place to sleep until she felt restored. The Shrine had helped; the nexus of the Force wrapped about her mind, soothing away all troubled thoughts, and she relaxed into the seat, arms twined before her.

The light brown duster she had attired herself in slid back, revealing a self-tailored pilot's suit in a darker shade with a cream undershirt. Not that color mattered, the cut of her clothing would speak loudest of all to those that knew her. Padawan. Even her old pair of pilot's boots had been buffed to a sheen, and long, thick hair braided away from her neck in a thick, heavy cable. She seemed at ease... but already her mind was contemplating the state of the room, and the beings in it.

If anybody approached her, her voice would be unusually subdued, and her emotions reflected Luy's; calm, almost impersonal. But she wasn't here to judge; she was here to observe only. But, without her fellow familiar friends' presences around her, she felt remarkably detached. The Jedi were now a known entity. She expected a fair trial, but... she was not one to judge.

And yet... in a rare form, the Miraluka was definitely not smiling.

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[Aurelian Keth]

Aurelian was standing quietly at the edge of the crowd wearing nothing but his plain robes while waiting for the proceedings to get going, glancing around he saw a sea of familiar faces amongst the onlookers. Transferring his gaze to the Council he silently noted that he’d met most of them already except for the Feeorin, by this point the scholar knew that there where five masters, and he assumed this was the Master “Luy” he’d heard about from some of the Hopefuls. His eyes ran over those at the table and Aurelian frowned wondering where his own master was during all of this however a small smile touched his lips at the sight of Vu’thari . Despite the large scar across the Master’s ruined eye he was just glad the Twi’lek had survived. The Padawan didn’t believe that the Order would survive the loss of the Master in these early days.

He wasn’t really sure what to make of all of the goings on. While it was certainly good the attack had not been a failure he had to wonder if the price was worth it? The Empire had reigned for five centuries and the Alliance was young, surely taking their time made more sense rather than rushing to face the enemy? In his private opinion it had been a mistake to reveal the presence of the Jedi, there was nothing that could focus the Sith attention quite like the resurfacing of their eternal foes. The Jedi where likely no longer a secret strength of the Alliance but rather a great threat. It had already been a danger, as their numbers increased and their strength in the Light grew the Sith would have been able to sense something amiss in the Force. However they would have had more time to prepare. Now however? Now the Sith would be actively seeking them out.

And what was the Jedi? Five self-appointed Masters, one of whom was responsible for announcing the Jedi threat to the enemy, maybe a knight or two, a gaggle of Padawan and a crowd of untrained hopefuls. It wouldn’t take much to extinguish their Light and then what hope was there?

He sighed heavily. In truth Aurelian was not happy with what had happened but he honestly wondered how real the Council planned to make this trial. A cynical part of the scholar believed that he’d get off with a slap on the wrist simply due to his status. There were also others to be considered, lesser ranked members of the Alliance and Jedi Order who had likewise contributed to this fiasco. Would they get the same judgement? Would they be silently punished? Would they even be given a chance to defend himself?

Running a hand through his hair he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end. The Alliance had made wonderful strides towards success. Subtle and covert operations which had went off flawlessly. This was the biggest misstep Aurelian was aware of but was it a potentially fatal one? Had the Alliance, and the Order, been given more time before such a thing occurred then he’d have felt more confident but now? Neither was ready for the arguments, the internal disagreements, which might begin to arise from this.

The Padawan was careful to keep the walls around his mind and emotions tight, he knew many others of the Order stood around this room and he felt uncomfortable allowing others to sense such from him.

As Master Valentine Rayth was called for Aurelian, like many others, turned to look at the door as he thought to himself. ‘A Master should have known better.’

 

[Horus Tempest]

Much of history that is forgotten is doomed to repeat itself.

Those words echoed in his mind as he entered the tribunal area, with the voice of his father resonating deep within his soul. This was perhaps a justified trial, circumstancial to the situation. But a tribunal would not change Master Rayth's actions, a tribunal would not undo the damage that had been done. All a tribunal would do is cause a division within the Alliance, as it likely already had, with many looking to distrust one that was formerly a leader. For the first time in his life, Horus disagreed with this entire assembly. He nodded to his Eldrin as he passed them, bowing his head to each of the leaders in respect, regardless of his personal views. They deserved the utmost respect, perhaps more than Rayth did at the moment. However...

Now was not the time for further division, and it certainly wasn't the time to doddle over past mistakes. Immediately, he noticed that Master Blackwood was not present. Immediately, he sensed the palpable tension in the room, thick enough he could have cut it with a knife. This was the time to discover and plan their next steps before they were set back further through inconsistency or error. Furthermore, as anyone who was aware of history knew, this was dangerously close to a trial that occurred centuries ago that ignited the Empire to begin with. It was that he feared, more than anything else, that the Order he had just been christened into would commit the same mistake it had all those years ago.

Still, he did not hide behind a wall meant to dull his emotions. His equilibrium was such that he did not require it to continue moving among his fellow Jedi, in this state of Ego-Death he was perfectly suited for the situation. He only hoped that they would show leniency, for fear that the students of Rayth might join him in whatever punishment they saw fit. Division and internal strife was a poison that would suffocate any organization before long. He found and sat next to his old sparring partner, Nikka, nodding to her gently as he found himself onto the chair.

Hopefully, that was not what became of this one.

 

[Alysanne Drast]

Alysanne understood why the Council had to do this. Rules had been broken, authorities overstepped, protocols ignored. And yet, she hoped that the Council would know why they had done this as well. She had seen the way people had reacted. Never in her life had she felt anything like it in the Force. Sparks of hope, lit up across the sea of bodies that had seen what they had done. It had been like a an entire forest, standing in the darkness, suddenly lit up in the Force in a way she had never known. The Council would know why they had done what they had done, because it had been the right thing to do.

There was a great deal of chatter within the chambers when she entered the crowded room. Some approved, some did not, some seemed scared, whether for themselves or Valentine she could not tell. Some even speculated about his fate. She ignored all that, it didn't matter. She was here to support him, to make sure that he would not be made an example of. She knew her history, her family's history. It had all begun on a day like this, one event that had shaped the future of the Galaxy for centuries to come. The Trial of Alais Drast had changed everything.

She hoped that this Council would not make the mistakes of five hundred years ago. She certainly would not. Alais had stood alone that day. Would she have done what she did if a friend had stood by her, supported her? No one could say. She had to trust the Council, she knew enough of them to know that they were good people, would most probably do what was right. But she was done leaving things up to chance. She was not a helpless girl anymore, the same faces that now stood in judgement of Valentine had helped her grow into who she was today. And that person would not let Valentine face this alone.

So when Master Reach called Valentine to step forward, Alys began shuffling through the crowd, slowly making her way to the front of the crowd, till she had broken through and stood one step ahead of the gathered crowd, facing the Council but not yet showing the defiance she hoped she would not need on this day. She stood well behind the opening that had been left for Valentine, but still apart from the gathered crowd, she wasn't here with them, she was here with him. One of the guards though, didn't approve, and tried to stop her, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back towards alone. "Rayth stands alone."

Shrugging off the hand, she stared the tall Rodian down till he relented and backed away. "Not alone." Turning around, she caught the eyes of the gathered council, nodding respectfully at them all till she reached Grey, at which point she gave him a bittersweet smile and shrugged.

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[Ner Giza]

It rather pissed Ner’Giza off to be here today, to be commanded to attend the trial of the Jedi Master and whatever punishment the Council saw fit to bestow. She had no doubt a punishment would occur and she supposed an example had to be set to maintain security and deter others from just going rogue like that. Strategically the man was in the wrong, but morally he was the only one that was right. Being right hardly mattered, if they all were not on the same page their Alliance would be snuffed out for once and for all. She got it. She didn’t suppose anyone here was clueless as to the monumental cluster this had become. And it nagged at her sensibilities in the worst way imaginable.

Nera was not an outspoken woman. She usually said as little as possible while the commanders and mission leaders laid out their plans being quite content to just be a follower. Several of her fellow Rebels were obtaining ranks for command but it was not something to which she aspired. Standing there, in this chamber for the public tribunal, she felt herself on the cusp teetering as though all of that was about to change. All she really wanted to do was leave and go home to Ryloth for a bowl of her uncle’s Mynock stew and some fungus bread.

Taking a deep breath she listened to all the words letting them roll over her and weighing their merit and yet this nagging thought in the back of her head would not be silenced. Instead it continued to grow until she could not contain it any longer. Stepping forward through the crowd she was drawn to Alysanne’s side. This was not a matter of the Jedi, this was a matter of them all and this day she would refuse to remain among the silent masses while the elite set the course of fate. Standing beside the Drast, she waiting in silence. She had no finery to wear before such esteemed an assembly save the medals of her service which gleamed brightly upon her chest. Clad simply in her crop top and trousers, it would have to do.

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[Ayasha Waya]

The Council Chamber within the ancient temple at Al'doleem was bustling like a beehive. Emotions flooded the place from one end of the spectrum to the other. Jedi Knight Ayasha Waya stood against a stone wall within the room watching those that entered and found their places. She sensed a great deal of frustration...and sidled up with it fear and even anger.

There were a few familiar faces in the crowd, but many the woman did not know. She had only brief, silent encounters with the other Jedi Masters and Commander Hugo Ion. Until this point, Vu'thari had been the one to do all of the speaking and Ayasha had been his quiet shadow. She looked beside her at the twi'lek, a twinge of pain springing up within her heart as her eyes traced the scar upon his face. He had said nothing about losing the sight in his left eye and she did not press him about it. There would be plenty of opportunities to have that conversation...when Vu'thari was ready. The Knight knew she was close to losing him the day he was inflicted with the wound, but she continued to thank the Force that such circumstances did not occur.

Though he looked straight ahead, Ayasha studied Vu'thari's face for a moment more. He was well guarded today, the walls around his thoughts and emotions taller and stronger than the raven haired woman had ever felt. In spite of being a natural empath and a skilled mentalist, she could not penetrate his barriers. Even though the pair were Force Bonded, Ayasha could feel nothing but the wall of peace the Jedi Master wanted everyone to sense. The many conversations that they had in the days leading up to this moment allowed the Knight to know that Vu'thari was unsettled at best.

Just then a familiar presence entered the chamber and the Knight turned her head, resting her gaze upon Aurelian's face. She smiled warmly at the sight of her friend and gave a nod in his direction. They had not seen one another in some time and the Jedi made a mental note to catch up with the scholar at another time. The proceedings that were about to take place were likely a matter of formality, but this was not the place or the time for long winded conversations.

“Jedi Master Valentine Rayth. Step forward,” Leah spoke and the whispers quieted to a hush as all eyes seemed to shift to the entrance of the sanctuary. Ayasha's eyes moved from the door back to Vu'thari's face. She wished that he would let her in, but the twi'lek had his reasons for keeping his feelings on lockdown. The Knight at his side was a pillar of peace herself, though she did share many of the Jedi Master's views on this and other matters. For now, she stood in silence, wondering what the fate of the Jedi Order would be now that the galaxy knew that they had returned.

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[The Eternal (?)]

Valentine stood outside the old temple by himself, his arms crossed as he had his signature suppressed already at that time. He had an Imperial coin between his fingers, smoothly flipping it between the slits of his fingers as he stared at the ground. Val felt the signatures inside, some he recognized and some that he had never met before. That was his fault, his appearance at the temples and official meetings usually sparse. It was his fault but this would be the most important counsel of his life, his very decision to involve the others and to activate his blade, revealing not only the Rebels but the Jedi as well. He remembered the moment in perfect clarity, standing upon the Basilisk and having his thumb on the button to activate his lightsaber, the weight that was on his shoulders in that exact moment. Val knew worlds would collide once he activated but it had to be done, sometimes people needed a rough jolt like that.

He let out a soft sigh, glancing down at the coin that was still flipping in and between his fingers, wondering what this would lead too. Val hadn't already gone down yet because he needed time to think, preparing himself for the looks he would receive by many and potentially the words that would be shared. He could already sense the pain and anger from few of the Rebels inside and who could blame them after all. But after a moment Val suddenly Leah reach out to him, just him and signaling that it was time for the trial to begin. He didn't move at first, exhaling softly before looking down at the coin, "Heads, I'm exiled." The Jedi flipped the coin into the air before letting it land back in his palm and repeating the motion. Val's eyes tracked it the entire time, "Tails, somehow this works out for me." It really held no meaning but he figured any information could be helpful. Val flipped the coin up one last time before catching it, slamming it on the top of his other hand but keeping the coin covered. He stared at his hands for only a few more seconds before just slipping it into his pocket and making his way towards the entrance, suddenly not wanting to predetermine his fate.

Entering into the temple, Val stood at the top of the stairs that would lead down into the council chambers. The presence of the others was stronger and he realized how many were actually here to witness it. For everyone inside, when the silence finally filled the room after Leah command Val to step forth, they would hear a loud footstep one after another down the steps. It would echo across the room and those who were force sensitive would feel Val open himself up to it, allowing the others to sense that he was here. When he entered the room Val withdrew his hood, revealing his features as he stared at the conference table with his amber colored eyes. Immediately the Rebels that were around him turned and stared, finally seeing the man that revealed their entire operation to the galaxy and most importantly their enemy.

Val stepped forward, the men and women around him stepping aside and giving him a clear path to the table and direct view of all the Jedi Masters and Rebel leadership. But then he saw Alys standing there with them and it threw him off, wondering what she was doing here. He had brought her along to Corellia with him and he regretted she had to be caught up in all of this but he was thankful for her support. Only the council members could speak in this and he hoped that Alys would remember that rule. Either way, Val stepped forward and walked down the path until he approached the table, clasping his hands behind his back as he gave Alys a brief nod first before anyone. She had joined him on Corellia and had earned Val's full respect since then. Susan went on a tirade after that but Val didn't even glance at the droid or seem to pay attention to any word that the droid said. It was clear that Val would show no respect for the droid if she showed no respect to him, he was still a Master at the end of the day and he would be treated like it. The droid's purpose here was to be a translator for the general and for that case, she had no power except for that and to throw childish insults and Val left it at that. "Master Reach, Luy, Vuthari." He gave a bow to each one before giving two more to the Commander and the General, "Commander Ion and General Greybok." Val erected back to his full height before putting both of his hands on the table, "It's a pleasure to meet you General and to see all of you again." Aurora wasn't here and that worried Val slightly but he would have to worry about that after this.

Silence had befallen the council room once more and now the rules were fully in place, only those who were permitted could speak in this meeting. "So, shall we begin?" Val asked eventually, believing himself prepared for what was to come.

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[Eisa Swan]

A subtle breeze rippled through the brightly cyan dyed locks of hair as she small unassuming framed figure continued to kneel in more or less the very same place that the young padawan had been for the past several hours or so. The ebony haired figure's gaze looking down onto a large polished granite wall that had been formed into the ground, the grey marble like hues contrasted by the ornate gold lettering that had been finely chiseled into the stone the various words etched into then stone immortalizing the names of many Jedi who going by the records noted predated centuries before she was even born.

The true purpose of the granite wall was lost on the youngn teenage Jedi, but from what she could tell it was a form of memorial for some ancient Jedi, possibly the ones responsible for the foundation of the Jedi Temple on Al'doolem. Looking around her, her gaze took in the surroundings, a tranquil courtyard that was located in the outer grounds of the temple, the area basked in natural sunlight, bringing life to the small and delicate flowers that grew within the cracks of worn and weathered paving slabs, that the blue haired Jedi had not long ago gathered with other padawans to build their light sabers.

Leaning over to her side, the teen pushed herself back onto her feet, her gaze passing over the wall, momentarily resting back upon the large guilded crest of the Jedi that sat within the very center of the granite structure, taking a step away from the structure before turning entirely away so to head out of the courtyard and back along the corridors of the temple to the Jedi Temple. Quietly she made her way back along the covered pathway, dark flowing hooded robe rippling with the passing currents of air as she made her way gradually back towards the assembly hall that was being used for the Tribunal.

She had been somewhat absent from the growing rebellion as of late, the last few months the teenager had been withdrawn from active duty to allow herself time to grieve and recenter herself. The televised execution of her father not only traumatized the young girl emotionally, but had sent strong ripples throughout the Force as the teen lost control of her emotions allowing the first chances for the Darkside to get a taste for the teen's anguish. It was under the guidance and direction of Jedi Master Reach that the teen was cautioned not to return to duty until she could reign back in her control of her connection to the Force. The actual specifics that surrounded the reasoning for this Tribunal to be convened was lost on the teenager, but nether the less she had been summoned to be in attendance, especially since she currently resided within the Jedi temple.

Pausing momentarily before entering the assembly hall the teenage Jedi pulled the hood of her robe over her head engulfing her features within shadow. Something that was more an advised precaution to keep her identity as a Jedi Padawan a secret for the time being. The teen's features scanned over the room where everyone was assembling, the teen took In her surroundings before finding a vacant seat and sitting down in silence waiting for the proceedings to begin.

 

[Leah Reach]

Conflict, uncertainty, hesitation. Valentine was a melting pot of emotions, but Leah sensed no fear. He knew what he was walking into and came regardless. Of course he did. He was the last of the Jedi. He upheld the responsibility on his shoulders and understood the consequences he now faced. He believed what he did was right, and that made Leah afraid for him. She expected no apologies. She feared he would show no remorse for his actions. Because of it, there was no telling how the Rebel Council would feel. Commander Ion was brooding, Susan was enraged, Vu’thari was solemn and Master Luy was... well, she had no idea. Talkative, that much was sure.

On the other hand, everyone else in the chambers were ambivalent. Naturally, many Jedi were in attendance and observed patiently, quietly. She trusted they wouldn’t spring into action once the hearing began. Except, to her surprise, Alysanne Drast. Her defiance shone through and Leah immediately recognized a glint of Master Blackwood. A fiery spark of rebellion. The spirit of a true Jedi. She admired the girl’s resolve but also knew it would do Master Rayth no good. Like the others, she would keep her distance, in body but perhaps not in mind. Still, Leah noted her feelings on the subject, as well as the others gathered around.

Then he arrived. Valentine, dressed in his robes, cowl over his head, the sound of his footsteps rippling through the silence. Fashionably late. He was always a man of theatrics, she wasn’t surprised. It was no wonder he decided to swing his lightsaber in the heart of Imperial space for all to see. Although, what surprised her was the outburst from Susan and Master Luy’s outstretched response This was the first public Council meeting in Alliance history. She at least expected some common sense out of the droid smuggler. “Councilors, please.“ She interjected, hoping to end the exchange before Susan blew a circuit and lashed out again.

Silence returned and Valentine made his introductions. Always the charmer, he was. Sparing a tiny smile at his initiative, Leah tensed and began, “Master Rayth, you have been called here for your actions on Corellia.” She reviewed the charges. “An unauthorized attack against a major Imperial installation. Revealing classified rebel intelligence. Exposing the the survival of the Jedi Order after centuries of hiding. Risking the security of the Alliance—“ She glanced to Alysanne, knowing she wouldn’t like it. “—and the lives of those you were sworn to protect.”

A hesitant pause. Leah was conflicted. Valentine betrayed her trust and he deserved swift retribution. But as a Jedi Master, a fellow survivor, and close friend, she found it hard to dress him down in front of the Alliance. Figuratively. Not like his… wife, so the media said. Instead, she left it to the others, such as Hugo or Greybok or the Jedi, to pick up from where she left off.

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[Hugo Ion]

The rebel Durosian raised an eyebrow at Master Luy’s approach and conversation with the rest of the council. Regardless he accepted the Master’s handshake out of professionally courtesy.

“Perhaps we can once this matter is settled.” Hugo replied in a polite enough tone.

Taking another glance around the chamber, the Commander began wondering in back of his mind. Was letting this tribunal be public a good idea at all? Of course he knew the answer to the silent question. Valentine wasn’t the only one being judged but so was their leadership unofficially by its members for how this trial will be conducted and it’s outcome. Taking a moment to catch his breath Ion couldn’t but think.

Wish you were here Eli, my old friend. You would know what to do in this situation.

It was in that moment, Master Valentine Rayth finally appeared as the crowd finally silenced. The commander’s eyes narrowed on the approaching human as inwardly his blood boiled. Ion wanted to punch the defendant in the face and demand why in the force was he thinking back on Corellia. He wanted to grab Valentine by the collar and to scream out everything that Valentine had done wrong there and massive risk he brought upon their whole movement. That what Hugo Ion wanted to do but he couldn’t afford to give into that temptation.

Too many eyes were on them all now. As ommander of the alliance, the Duros from Denon could not act in such a matter before his fellow rebels. They didn’t need see him like that kind of state. Frak this rank! Hugo silently swore to himself while Susan and Greybok made their feelings clear.

However, before the rebel leader paused taking in the way Valentine behave. There wasn’t any defiance nor arrogance on displayed but rather acceptance of what was happening. Hugo had to stop from sighing outloud, thinking with frustration.

Terrific, Val is playing the martyr and forcing me be the cruel judge. Damn him!

The Alliance leader gritted his teeth underneath a closed mouth so no one can see it. He calmed himself enough to acknowledge Rayth’s greeting with a nod. Whatever, else the man was a Jedi and a veteran rebel. So at least Val deserved a chance to explain and defend himself. They were not Sith after all. Leah Reach proceeded to announce the official charges, reminding everyone the purpose of this gathering.

Commander Ion paused to restraint a furious outburst that threatened to come out. Subsequently, he placed both hands on the table and stared Valentine in the eyes.

“Master Valentine Rayth care to explain yourself? Why did you see fit to commit all of these acts? Were we unworthy of your trust?”