OOC: Open to Jedi Only
Ezra was not normally an emotionally charged person. However, even he had his limits with the sheer amount of inactivity he saw in the Jedi. The Grandmaster was missing - reported to still be somewhere on Ailon. The Council spent weeks deliberating and effectively doing nothing. He was the son of Emryc Thorne - possibly the calmest man in the galaxy. But he was also the son of Jaikus Thorne - one of the most theatrical and fiery individuals in the galaxy.
He marched up to the massive doors that led to the Council chambers, “I demand an audience!” He called out. However, he didn’t stop there, pacing around the courtyard as he scowled around himself.
“The galaxy is falling apart and where are we?” He called out, “Why aren’t we organizing a coordinated strike against the abominations? Why aren’t we retaking planets that have become overrun by beasts? They thrive off the Dark Side of the Force, isn’t it our job to disrupt that with the Light?”
His voice grew louder the more he spoke, “So come out, Jedi Council! Come out and tell us where our Grandmaster is! Come out and explain why keep burying our heads in the sand and waiting for Raze to simply go away! Come out and explain why we aren’t leaning into our allies!”
He was not usually a man of many words, but it was obvious this had been brewing for a while. He wanted to break the door with the amount of frustration he felt. He didn’t care if it wasn't the ‘Jedi way’. The Jedi Way had cost them everything thus far and now they perpetuated the sentiment to the galaxy that Jedi did nothing. No. Not while he had something to say about it.