Star Wars The Grey Way

Kev-Mas Colcha
Grey Space
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“You know Kev Mas…” began Polmath as he stood before Kev-Mas, as he stared back at him listening carefully, “We have the ability to remove those implants.”

The man then nodded sagely and paused, as if giving Kev-Mas a chance to listen to what he had to say.

“I’d like to know your thoughts on that, however, you can tell me now, or when you wake up. Either way, you will have a visitor shortly.”

“Like I said before. If the implants are removed, I die,” replied Kev-Mas, shaking his head, “They aren’t the problem I’m dealing with however, but rather one I have conquered in the past. I think I’ve told you this story before, but either way I overcame it by using the ability known as The Art of the Small to shrink my force presence to the point where the individual trying to control me with the Sith Amulet stuck inside my head could not, because they couldn’t recognize my presence as Force sensitive… or even a presence at all.”

“My problem is the branding and the alchemy used to create it,” continued Kev-Mas calmly, “and if the visitor is who I think it is, I believe he might have the answers I seek, or at least the ability to find them.”

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Grey Space

“So, you fear death then?” Polmath inquired curiously, as he began to straighten his robes.

“Well, if it’s any comfort, you wouldn’t stay dead, if it came to that…” The Gardener informed casually to Kev Mas. “…But it seems you’ve already decided on a course of action.”

The bearded man offered a singular approving nod. “Choose and Act.”

Perhaps in time, Kev Mas would come to the knowledge and realization of the options at his disposal, but for now, the man chose a different path.

The older force user displayed a wan smile to the troubled grey seeker.

“Well, let’s not keep your friend waiting, shall we?” He said, referring to the upcoming visitor.

“Center your mind, focus on the present. Let your senses once again register your location. The willful act of awakening should be child’s play for you.” Polmath’s smile widened in reassurance.

“Take us up.” He added with a final nod.


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Kev-Mas Colcha
Grey Space
Awakenings

“So, you fear death then?” Polmath inquired curiously, as he began to straighten his robes.

Kev-Mas did not respond to this, as he did not truly know the answer himself. He may have been old, but much of his years had been stolen from him and now that he had his freedom, he did not like the idea of losing the years he had left. But at the same time, death would be liberating in its own way. However, he decided that if he were to die, dying from something as trivial as removing his cybernetics would not be the way to go. If he was to go, it would be with his saber in hand, making his final stand and doing considerable damage to some enemy in the process.

“Well, if it’s any comfort, you wouldn’t stay dead, if it came to that…” The Gardener informed casually to Kev Mas. “…But it seems you’ve already decided on a course of action.”

The bearded man offered a singular approving nod. “Choose and Act.”

“Logic dictates that the best course of action to take first is the one with less risks,” Kev-Mas replied, “That action is the one I have set my mind to, but if it does not provide me with the results I seek I may have to resort to your suggestion.”

The older force user did not reply, and simply displayed a wan smile to the troubled grey seeker instead.

“Well, let’s not keep your friend waiting, shall we?” He said, referring to the upcoming visitor, to which Kev-Mas nodded in reply.

“Center your mind, focus on the present. Let your senses once again register your location. The willful act of awakening should be child’s play for you.” Polmath’s smile widened in reassurance.

“Take us up.” He added with a final nod.

Kev-Mas complied. He focused on what his idea of what was going on in the world around him at the current moment. He thought of the pool of reflection, with the beautiful waters that reflected the light that bounced off it like a mirror. He focused on the fact that his friend and brother in arms drew near, and on the upcoming reunion. That set his mind at peace, for he knew that it might prove to be the answer to his problems.

With that, he awakened.

Sitting upwards, he turned to the two that sat near him. Polmath, as well as another face. One he had recognized from earlier. One who he expected to be the very last person to come to his aid.

“Hello there!” Kev-Mas greeted, offering a sincere smile to the two.

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IC: Alejac Ridacuf, Guard for the late Jilljan Holmcoff
Decameron Alpha

"GrrrrRRR!" This female was trying to be cute. No matter. He knows that vine moved. Using some sort of Force power to trip him. Nice.

He picked himself up and his weapon pieces. He wouldn't have been a very good soldier if he didn't know how to reassemble his weapon. While he did so, he glanced at this girl. Smug smile on her face. Sickening.

When he was done, he said to her, "Miss, your friend is in trouble. I'm experienced in these matters. It would be good of you to let me in there." Then he added, "Please."

He noted he wasn't far from the buildings themselves. They appeared to be very old, although could have been built to look that way since there were details like the windows that were much newer.

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IC: Gildar
Storage room

Gods, his heart hurt. That scream. The emotion. The pain. Sometimes being Force Sensitive was not worth it. He felt each an every fellow slave who died. Sometimes he could feel their lashes across his own back. If he wasn't so hungry, the plate would have slipped from his hand and smashed on the ground.

‘Be at ease. No harm shall come to you, for you are safe here. Eat. Rest.’

With that one phrase, Gildar relaxed. But... listening to the voices in your head Gildar? Either you're a fool or you've gone crazy. Maybe both. And crying, really?

He took a deep, cleansing breath. Closed his eyes. Peaceful thoughts. There were times where he was able to not live the slave life. He was able to just be Gildar. Usually it was while one master or another was having their own relaxation time. Fleeting moments that he would steal here or there. He thought of one of those. Standing in a tall grass field on some planet somewhere. The grass was so tall it was over his head. He was alone with himself, the wind, the grass, the silence, the smell. Truly there were people within an arms reach, but he felt so alone.

Well, now he was alone. With a meal. And free. For now. He opened his eyes and looked down at his plate. He ate fast. Even still, the flavors were spicy and sweet and perfect. He ate his fill and put his plate down. Now to get a disguise.

Opening crate after crate he found a few items that looked like blankets. He took one out but didn't look at it. When that's all he found made of any kind of material, he did look at the "blanket." It was actually some sort of monk's robe. "Lovely, I need to be 'Gildar the Pius.'" He quickly put it on. It did the job well. Hood and all.

His limbs were feeling much better, too. In that time, probably less than half an hour, the bacta had made most of the pain go away. He could at least walk without making a spectacle of himself.

He needed to find out more about where he was and make sure the guard wasn't there. Or, if a guard was there, that he wasn't working with these people. At the back of the room, he found some stairs leading up. Creeping as silently as he could, he kept an eye out for anyone at all. He found himself walking through some hallways. The hallway opened up into some sort of auditorium or hall. There were windows at the back. He looked through one out into a garden area. That's when he saw the guard. Alejac.

 

Leto
Pool of Reflection.

Leto stood nearby as Polmath drifted into his meditative connection with Kev-Mas, so to then did he save his eyes remained open. His breathing slowed and became deeper with each passing breathe, his gaze rested easily upon the soft glow of the nearby staff. He could not be prepared for what came next, this his first experience with such an ability, as such the emotional energy at play threatened to overwhelm him.

What could only be described as a churning mass of dense fog rushed in on him from all sides, it seemed almost alive as it quickly threatened to overwhelm Leto. In truth it could, if Leto was not strong enough in will to be the anchor that Polmath required the results could be dire. Time began to slip past him, sometimes slowly at others quickened, through it all the light of the staff was a beacon that kept him rooted in the now.

As if sensing Leto's resolve the Greyscape surged a final time and crashed against his psyche, shaking him to the core. Leto searched deep into himself for something solid to stand upon, he sifted past decades of failure and loss in order to clear the way for the building of a new foundation upon which to build his life. He did not fail, he had found within an unshakable bedrock and planted his feet firmly. The psychic storm was spent, broken against the will of Leto, his effort to anchor Polmath was successful.

His mind was now calm, the movement of his chest steady, his body however trembled from exhaustion. He felt as though days had past, little could he know now that it had been mere seconds. He called on the Force, and it responded, a temporary measure only but his body immediately felt renewed and his mind clearer. He began to sense Polmath and Kev-Mas growing nearer, they were returning from the Greyscape.

It was Kev's eyes that opened first, he sat up, seemingly refreshed and vibrant after defeating whatever darkness had overcome him. "Hello there." He greeted, seemingly sincere for the aid offered. Leto flashed a grin of his own and offered his hand so that Kev could get up, then looked over to Polmath to see if he would require assistance.


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Grey Sanctuary
Pool of Reflection, Oratory, Outer Garden

The ubiquitous grey fog that comprised the Greyspace billowed and churned as it began to recede, it was a response prompted by the force users that inhabited therein. A very feint sensation caught The Gardener’s attention, even as the exit process began.

Polmath turned in time to see a formless mass of shadows take shape, if only for an instant. He understood that this was only a dying echo, a stubborn remnant of evil, one that still exercised a measure of influence, even beyond the grave. Its insidious smugness and arrogance were there, he could feel it. He saw a cloaked pale figure, shrouded in darkest black, leering back at him before it vanished.

Already knowing that the battle would be long and hard fought, Polmath willed himself to also awaken, determined within himself, to help a fellow man attain true freedom.

Almost lazily, the bearded man’s eyes fluttered. By the time they opened, he was already fully aware of his present location, as a rush of information filled his mind. So much could happen in a span of just a few moments. Polmath looked up, to see both Leto and Kev Mas already standing.

“Well met, you two.” He uttered, getting up easily enough.

Looking at Kev Mas, the bearded man leaned his staff in his direction. It glowed softly for the span of a heartbeat. “I’m glad to see that you are unharmed.” Polmath informed, his good humor becoming more apparent. “Let us return to the Oratory. We have unfinished business there. Come.”

With that, Polmath lead the two grey seekers from the chamber, moving over a rock formation who’s surface was raised just over the pool and connected to a small bridge, which lead towards the exit.

The trio finally passed unto the long hallway which would lead them back to the oratory. Polmath, who walked slightly ahead, was the first to see a new figure.

“Greetings young man.” The gardener said to the newcomer who was attired in fresh brown robes. That young man being Gildar. “You might feel a bit lost, but don’t let that mislead you. Know that you are exactly where you are supposed to be. I am known as The Gardener.”

Polmath gave Gildar a welcoming nod. His gaze followed that which the young man seemed to be so caught up with but a moment ago, seeing he had not entered the oratory proper. There, seen beyond the walls and through one of the windows, a man stood. He was presently in conversation with one of the Sanctuary’s senior members. In addition, he was an uninvited guest.

“Do not concern yourself with him.” The Gardener assured the young man in brown robes. He pointed with staff at the man beyond the window, so there would be no mistake as to who he referred to. “You are under our protection. He has no authority here. Please, come with us. There are others you must meet.”

As he passed, the bearded man placed his free hand on Gildar’s shoulder in a casual manner, offering a friendly smile. It would be at that moment that Gildar would feel a surge of tingling energy envelop him. He would feel his strength and stamina begin to return, as well as feel his injuries slowly being restored.

Clearly, such a thing was beyond explanation.

Once again, Polmath lead the small group, now entering the Oratory itself. The morning proceedings had not gone exactly as planned, but that was never a surprise in their line of work. At once, he took note of the female twi’lek laying on the makeshift bed of grass. Four potted plants were displayed neatly in a row not too far from her.

“Thank you for attending to her.” He said, turning towards the zabrak, Icharis and Lassin. He offered them a nod of gratitude, then moved to kneel next to the still form of the resting female. Gently, he placed his hand upon her shoulder before speaking in soft tones.

“Be well.”

Energy flowed from him into Aicurn, unseen but sensed. Polmath sought to fully restore her and revitalize the spent young twi’lek. It would only take a moment before she stirred and regained her wits, with her wounds nearly healed.

“Well then…”

The staff clicked on the floor and echoed within the chamber as Polmath rose once again to his feet. The placid expression on his face was one worn only by those who knew how to be patient. “It seems nearly everyone is here…” He confessed easily.

“Galvan, please, have a table of appetizers set up for everyone’s enjoyment.”

“At once.” Was the zabrak’s response, before he looked to one side and his gaze took a distant cast.

In the meantime, The Gardener moved to take back his place by the small pond.

“Everyone, please forgive the delay. We are taught to expect the unexpected and react accordingly. Today is a special day, but is no different from any other.”

Indeed. More riddles.

“So, where were we….?”

A measure of normalcy returned to the room, though it was likely momentary. However, from what had transpired thus far, the newcomers could get an idea of what this day would bring.

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Sanctuary Grounds

Victus remained silent for the reminder of the ride to the Sanctuary building. His thoughts were entirely his own. Around him, the green scenery whisked by as the sleek skiff gracefully moved down a given path towards their destination. After a few moments, they arrived at last. The skiff came about a small landing area and turned towards a receiving balcony with an extended ramp.

<‘We have arrived at the Sanctuary proper.’> Locum-17 announced with an impressive diplomatic vocal inflection for a non-sentient being. It was then that Victus would notice the proxy droid’s exterior shimmering with a sudden bluish luminescence. Before his very eyes, the droid’s appearance changed, even as the skiff docked.




<‘Please, follow my lead. Your presence is expected.’>

Locum-17 now moved differently as he disembarked. His gait and movements were very much like that of an experienced member of a security team. Practiced and precise. If it weren’t because Victus himself had seen the transformation, there was nearly no way of telling that the droid’s outer appearance was a highly sophisticated illusion, down to the sound of his robes.The lightsaber he carried however, was no illusion.

<‘This way.’>

Locum-17 took a stairway down before leading Victus through a few corridors and hallways. The echani had an opportunity to see some of the interior decorations within the Sanctuary building. There were tapestries draped on walls, statues and paintings in addition to philosophical writings on the walls. For someone as well travelled as himself, perhaps Victus would recognize some of the scenes depicted. Other scenes were historical, which could leave anyone to hazard a guess if they were mere representation or actual.

Now an again, Victus might espy a sign of technology, but there wasn’t enough time for a more in-depth look, save for the odd flying remote here and there. Before he knew it, his escort began to slow his pace and came to a halt before an open door.

<‘This is the Oratory. Please proceed in.’>

One look inside would reveal the many sentients that had arrived before him, but more specifically, it would also reveal the very reason he had come to this planet in the first place.


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Outer Garden

For a long moment she regarded him with open curiosity plainly etched upon her face. It would be most interesting to see how this man would react is she outwardly denied him his request. She could very well guess, but would be highly surprised if he proved her wrong. She had to admit, the temptation was strong.

How strong he could never guess, but it did not show in her dichromatic eyes.

Despite her own reason for wishing to end a potential threat before it even took root, her instructions were vastly different. Lucky for him.

“Keep your weapon holstered at all times.” She said smoothly, a hint of a smile gracing her features. “…and for your own safety, don’t do anything rash.”

There, she said it. He’d been warned. Not that it would make a difference with these types.

Gracefully, Xaan turned on her heel and began to walk down the garden path and towards the sanctuary building. She took point as it were, while the flying remote took up the rear.

In short order, they were inside the quite and placid structure. The hallways were well lit as they were spacious. Tapestries hung from the walls and writings were etched upon them as well. Many statues could also be seen as they walked on in silence. It didn’t take long for the pair to reach their destination.

“This is the Oratory.” Xaan said as way of explanation. Without another word, she lead Alejac inside.

There was a small group of sentients of diverse origins gathered around a dais by a pond, a man stood in the center, clearly a figure of authority. Xaan kept her eyes on Alejac.

The bearded man in greyish robes was indeed a person of interest, but not far from him, also stood someone the recently unemployed guard would recognize, despite the brown robes he wore.

Gildar.


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Victus
Oratory, The Outer Garden

Victus wasn’t too surprised by the droids sudden alteration in appearance. He was not of course expecting it, but Proxy droids were not uncommon in some of the upper echelons of the Empire. Vader himself employed some of them for training, or so the credit trails read. He would, of course, give credit where credit was due. The droid did look exceptionally, impressive, and of course now it’s name made a bit more sense.

Victus did as the droid asked, feeling no true need to be, off putting at the time, especially considering all he’d been through and his end goal. To that end the path they took was, enjoyable. Victus had a softspot, a well hidden softspot, for architecture and art. It was the one thing he and a certain Grand Admiral shared, and it was also why he kept the fact secret. In the end, someone would use ones pleasures against you, if given the chance.

The hallways of this sanctuary were a treasure trove of art and culture from across the galaxy, one he dared say might have rivaled the Coruscant Museum of Galactic Cultures, if the sanctuary was as large as he thought and equally adorned all over. One could get lost in these halls and never seek to be found. And that thought, made Victus check his desires, for he might very well be walking through something he desired to see, and that was dangerous.

When finally the arrived the droid announced the room as the Oratory, again an archaic term of religious significance, and asked him to proceed. Inside he saw a gathering much larger than he expected, and also saw that he was not the only one ‘late’ to arrive. To that regard however, he also noticed the one he’d been seeking all this time.


“Lord Colcha,” He hid well the relief in his heart to see the man not only alive, but seemingly well. “It would seem you have been busy making friends.”

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Kev-Mas Colcha
Decameron Alpha
Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Oratory
The Returning

After being lead back into the Oratory by Polmath, Kev-Mas was surrounded by a great many things happening around him. However his mind remained focused on just one thing, triggered by a very familiar presence coming his way. The visitor he had been waiting for.
As his friend turned to him his eyes were already focused upon him, his crimson cybernetic gaze scanning his familiar features.

“Lord Colcha,” he said, “It would seem you have been busy making friends.”

“I guess you could say that,” replied Kev-Mas, “I don’t know if you remember, but when we took down Caiphas… well… rather his body being controlled by Lord Cronal anyways, I was using an ability known as the Art of the Small. That was taught to me by an entity known as Sekot, the sentient part of the living planet known as Zonama Sekot.”

Kev-Mas continued, explaining further. “That is where I went off to when I left for the Unknown Regions after the last time we spoke in person. These people here are known as Grey Jedi. I trained as one for a brief time on Zonama Sekot, before being sent here to solve a problem that is getting in the way of my training and to continue my training. However, this problem is something I doubt I will get much help with here, and that is why I called for you.”

Kev-Mas rolled up his sleeve to show Victus his branding, the mark of the Emperor’s Hand.

“This branding was created with Sith Alchemy, and every time I focus on something other than the Darkness, it lashes out against me as an attempt to pull me back to my past. Tremendous pain comes forth from it and consumes me, causing me to black out. If anyone can cure this, I would think that it would be you.”

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IC - Icharis
Oratory

Icharis squatted in prep to lift the soil-compacted pots. His invitation for help went unanswered but that wasn't an issue. He had been fine on his own for a while now, the Twi'lek needed a makeshift resting spot and he would make it happen.

As his fingers curled underneath the first pot, he pushed on his legs to lift. To his surprise, there was no resistance - the pot was weightless.

But that wasn't even the odd thing, within his peripheral he noticed the other pots beginning to lift as well.

Taking a step back he noticed the young man toward the back near a wall with his hand extended out. The Force!

Galvan nodded in gratitude towards Icharis for the effort, along with the robed figure along the wall.

Finding his seat, Icharis re-joined the others, taking everything in.

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Shortly after, the Gardener-led small group returned with scanty-looking male, whom the Gardener seemed to give reassurance to before signaling him to join us. More arrivals.

Icharis signaled Q, "That Imperial ship is here isn't it?"

*Clack*

"Well then...power the ship down."
*dwooo?*
"Yes, all the way. It's a risk but this place is neutral ground, just stay alert."

The Gardener then ordered Galvan to bring out refreshments, which Icharis approved of. He forgot that he hadn't had real food in a few days. Space food was convenient but lacked character.

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IC: Alejac Ridacuf, Guard for the late Jilljan HolmcoffGarden of the settlement

“Keep your weapon holstered at all times, and for your own safety, don’t do anything rash.”

Finally, we were making progress. The woman led the way, most likely to the man in control of her. Rash... for your own safety... Yeah. OK.

Alejac did holster his weapon as instructed. He ceased looking around since it was pretty standard fair for a sanctuary. Since he would most likely start the hunt soon, he started taking notes. He accessed a remote connected the computer on his ship. He took notes on the observations he had now. The Force sensitive woman he had met. The surroundings. Then he tasked the computer to plot a search pattern for him to follow once he got to that point.

They entered the building and walked a short hallway. "This is the Oratory," she said. The air was moist. The pond inside the room kept it that way. Given his origin on a desert planet, it was a bit stifling for him, but he could manage.

Alejac was focused on the man at the center. He certainly looked like someone of authority. Good. His dealings with this lapsed Jedi woman (two failures in his estimation) were coming to a close.

As he walked through the throng of people, the heels of his highly polished boots clicking on the permacrete floor, he glanced at some of the people attending. Then, just shy of his host, his found his quarry. "Gildar," he growled. He was putting things together now. The Force sensitive woman, the sanctuary, the robes Gildar wore. He grimaced. Most likely a lost cause, but he had to try.

He turned to the bearded man. "Sir, this man," Alejac indicated Gildar. "is a fugitive from justice. I formally request extradition so he can pay for his crimes."

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IC: Gildar
Hall of the sanctuary, watching Alejac

He could not judge much from their actual conversation without being able to hear him. Body language, though, spoke volumes. The woman (who he noted was quite attractive) was standing in such a way to show her complete annoyance at him. Alejac stood with her as he was reassembling his weapon. The look on his face was of complete annoyance and there was dirt on his clothes. Did she trip this poor excuse for humanity?

Gildar had had dealings with him in the past. Alejac was a senior guard in Master Holmcoff's employ. He dealt with Gildar more than most because Alejac apparently had implants that helped him resist Force suggestions. Useful when he was not Force sensitive himself, but certainly only against untrained Force users such as himself. He was also the one who normally whipped Gildar. He would have to meet this woman if she was playing with him, as was suspected.

“Greetings young man.” The voice from behind him startled him. He spun on his heel and went flat against the wall in panic. “You might feel a bit lost," Lost has nothing to do with it right now, he thought. Someone familiar with psychology would call it fight-or-flight. Would these people turn him over? "but don’t let that mislead you. Know that you are exactly where you are supposed to be. I am known as The Gardener.”

Gildar looked at the Gardener, eyes wide. At the other man with him. At the exits. Could he make it?

“Do not concern yourself with him. You are under our protection. He has no authority here. Please, come with us. There are others you must meet.”

Protection? Do they know who he is? What he's done? How... He shrank away from the Gardener's hand as he approached, yet was unable to avoid him. As the Gardener put his hand on Gildar, his hair stood on end, he felt a wave of euphoria, incredible relief. It was as if he was whole again. How is that possible?

It was then that he realized he was being left behind. Like a lost puppy, he rushed to keep up. They went into a large room, some sort of biosystem or greenhouse. If the wooded area outside was beautiful, this was breathtaking.

He also saw quite a few others were here, too. The way they looked at the Gardener, he was obviously someone of great respect. Some bowed to him. Others reached out to him in reverence.

Gildar followed the Gardener to the back of the room, but didn't dare follow him onto the dais. He went to the side and stood with some others, listening to their conversations.

The Gardener spoke to the group, “Everyone, please forgive the delay. We are taught to expect the unexpected and react accordingly. Today is a special day, but is no different from any other. So, where were we?”

Then he heard it. The click, click, click of the boots. Time to see if this offered "protection" was real. As he stood there, Alejac walked up to the dais in his most official fashion. It was sickening. He stopped short and looked straight at him. "Gildar" he said to his face. Alejac's expression looked like someone smelling rotten eggs. Althought that was not much different than what Gildar was used to, it pleased him. Then Alejac turned to speak to the Gardener and requested extradition.

It was a fleeting thought, but Gildar thought of scrambling Alejac's brains right then and there.

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Aicurn Ihi IC:
~Oratory, Grey Sanctuary, Decameron Alpha~

A click sound and voices. That was the first thing Aicurn'ihi heard as she slowly roused herself up from the strange unconscious state she had suddenly found herself in.

Sitting up and blinking her eyes, she found that she had been discovered and brought into the larger room she had spied on earlier. Suddenly feeling very much center stage. She scooted backwards quickly until her back hit a few pots and she stopped, not wanting to break anything and get anyone's anger turned down on her. Though she noted there was more curiosity turned her way and some not paying attention to her at all.

Confused, she allowed herself to pause a moment to realize she was also feeling much better than before. Healed even! How…how was such a thing possible? It was obvious she hadn't been out long…

Eyes wide with wonder, yet still dubious about the individuals themselves, she allowed herself to simply quietly observe. The purple twi'lek simply wasn't sure what else to do.

An older human looking man seemed to try to steer the conversation, one she couldn't understand (Yet, her odd intuition told her) but there was more going on. A number of people still arriving.

Two men immediately began conversing with a feeling of deep familiarity. She envied them that. He seemed to show something on his arm, though the teen couldn't quite glimpse what it was from her vantage point. Probably gloating about a tattoo or something. Another man, initially led by a woman before he seemed to eagerly distance himself a few steps, began making some kind of demand of the older leader. At least, that's how it certainly seemed.

Tilting her head quizzically, she simply observed and learned what she could. It was probably clear to those of perceptive eyes and minds that she had no idea what the kriff was going on, but there was probably no way of hiding it either.

So let them find out. She was already, figuratively, trapped here now as it was.

What was going to happen?

Jinqa ohk ceu kslirhi fonol?

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Translation Corner
Who are these strange people?

 

Leto
Oratory

Leto arrived in the oratory many seconds behind the Gardner, just in time to see him kneel by the young Twi'lek and preform a miraculous feat. He had not seen someone use the Force to heal in such a way, or in any way for that matter, almost instantly the young woman seemed to come around. As she scooted back against a large potted plant she looked around in a way that seemed suspicious, or maybe confused.

The others however seemed unconcerned as Icharus seemed more interested in his belly, Kev-Mas appeared to have a visitor, while others were still arriving or relaxing as they waited.

A predator, always, Leto watched her carefully for many moments. His senses were sharp, he could smell a lingering aroma of smoke on her clothing. He began to wonder if she was the one heralded by the most recent "meteor" strike.

He wasn't sure what her medical condition had been, but he suspected she could use a drink. Reaching in to one of the many pouches on his belt, this being one of the larger of them, he pulled from it a flask of water. He had another containing Urrqal, an alcohol native to Qiilura, but it seemed a bit early in the day for that.

He twisted off the cap of the flask as he walked over to the woman, squatting down he leaned upon the same pot she rested against, "My name is Leto," He said as he offered her the flask, "are you thirsty?"

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Grey Sanctuary
Oratory

Everyone was gathered in the Oratory and the room began to bustle with activity.
In the background, serving droids began to arrange a serving area with drinks and delicacies that everyone could enjoy.

Kev Mas and Victus greeted each other, their friendship evident as they spoke easily one with another.

Galvan was not the first to notice the twi’lek female stirring back to consciousness, nor was he the first to move to her side. It appeared Leto was of the same mind.

Jinqa ohs ceu kslirhi fonol?

The zabrak took only a few steps as he observed the darkly garbed force user. He watched him move towards the purple twi’lek , even as he reached for something on his belt. Leto produced a flask, which he opened. He then introduced himself, smoothly crouching next to the female and offered her a drink.

Whether or not she would accept the drink was left to be seen.

“We only seem strange at first.” The zabrak interjected, actually answering her question as he stood close, but not so close as to crowd the two.

Surprisingly Aicurn was able to understand him, despite his words not sounding like hers.

“I’m Galvan.” the zabrak said by way of introduction. “You are in the Grey Sanctuary. I’m told you had a long trip.”

In what could only be interpreted as an ironic turn of events, Aicurn now had two helpful males before her. Quite a contrast from her situation from merely days ago.

“In time, you will learn our speech…” Galvan continued, then paused as he took his time now. His wish was not to overwhelm the new arrival, though sometimes it could not be helped. “…or use the Force to communicate as I am now.” He added, with a playful wink intended to ease any feelings of anxiety.

“By the way, ‘Three-Nine’ says hello.”

Behind him, a third flying remote floated and neared the female twi’lek, aside from the two that already floated next to him. Three-Nine blinked his lights and turned in place. “He says you’re a good sprinter.” Galvan translated in good humor.

Meanwhile, Xaan stayed close to Alejac and watched him like a hawk. At least when he spoke to The Gardener, he did so with a detectable measure of respect.

“Sir, this man,” Alejac indicated the most recent arrival, Gildar. “…is a fugitive from justice. I formally request extradition so he can pay for his crimes.”

Polmath remained on the dais by the pond. He glanced at the young man garbed in a monk’s robe, before returning his attention to the guard. If the gardener was aware that the others, like Icharis, Lassin and Ezzuk might be spectating the unfolding scene, he gave no indication, though he suspected Leto might.

“You may refer to me as The Gardener.” Polmath said as he began to respond. “I would also know your name.” He stated simply and easily enough.

“And with whom do you presume we have an extradition agreement with, that we should honor such a request? More over, what crimes do you pit against an invited guest under the roof of this Sanctuary? Is it you who has been wronged? Pray tell.”

Polmath let go of his staff, which remained upright, even as he steepled his fingers and listened to the man speak.


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Victus
The Oratory

Victus was about to respond to Kev-Mas’ proclamation with curious worry when a man seemed to try and take center stage. The individual in question seemed to permeate the air around him with a feeling of distrust, and vague seething unpleasantness as though he were himself a pocket version of Imperial Intelligence’s central HQ all to himself.

He watched as this newcomer thrust a finger towards a member of the group who had been with Kev-Mas upon Victus’ arrival. He claimed the man was a fugitive from justice, which at best amused Victus at worse it annoyed him. The seemingly benign attitude he’d had upon reuniting with his friend had been replaced with a deep scowl.

Then the man who had originally been by the dias spoke up, and seemed to designate himself as a figure of authority here. He answered with the sort of reflective statements he’d actually expected considering the place, and for a moment it pleased Victus that he was not the target of them for it’s initial reveal. Victus was however, not quite satisfied with the man’s questions entirely.

So he stepped forward, placing a hand on his compatriots shoulder as he did and stood upright, and clasped his hands behind his back. “Another important question to append to that however,” he spoke up with the authority of one who was quite used to doing so, and being listened to. One did not become a High Inquisitor by being timid, or by being interrupted.

“Pray tell whose form of ‘justice’ it is that this man has become a fugitive of. Is it the Hutt’s? The late Empire’s? Or perhaps even this New Republic? All have their own unique little forms of ‘justice’, not all of which are or were quite pleasant or, strangely enough, just. I’ve seen quite enough unjust justice for a few lifetimes, so I would rather not witness any more, especially having just arrived.”


He glanced around the room at that moment, trying to take in the expressions of those who might have turned towards him, lest he need to react so some in some way. “Besides as, the Gardener, said, somewhat more politically than I will. It is rude to make demands of those with whom you are a guest, without introducing yourself first.”

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Kev-Mas Colcha
Decameron Alpha
Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Oratory
Rebirth
Kev-Mas watched his as his friend Victus got distracted from their conversation, as he went off to confront a mysterious man with the judicious fervor one could only expect from an Imperial Inquisitor. However, it was evident that this fervor was rooted in something else than an Inquisitor of the Galactic Empire. It was more just. Rooted in truth, rather than devotion to a corrupt cause.

“Another important question to append to that however,” he began, speaking with a powerful sense of authority that could only come from a man of his stature, “Pray tell whose form of ‘justice’ it is that this man has become a fugitive of. Is it the Hutt’s? The late Empire’s? Or perhaps even this New Republic? All have their own unique little forms of ‘justice’, not all of which are or were quite pleasant or, strangely enough, just. I’ve seen quite enough unjust justice for a few lifetimes, so I would rather not witness any more, especially having just arrived.”

The man who Kev-Mas once almost became entangled with in a fight to the death back before their escape from Imperial Center had changed. He thought to himself, that perhaps maybe the battles they had fought together afterwards had put him through a transformation. Victus had stopped fighting for the corruption and evil that was the Empire, and with a renewed purpose, rooted in honor and pride of his legacy fought against it. He had been reborn, and Kev-Mas couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride towards his brother in arms.

“Besides as, the Gardener, said, somewhat more politically than I will. It is rude to make demands of those with whom you are a guest, without introducing yourself first.”

Walking up to Victus, Kev-Mas placed a firm hand upon his shoulder. “Spoken like a true Inquisitor, my friend. But at the same time, not. Not an Imperial Inquisitor anyways. Not anymore.”

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IC: Alejac Ridacuf, Guard for the late Jilljan Holmcoff
Oratory

“You may refer to me as The Gardener. I would also know your name. And with whom do you presume we have an extradition agreement with, that we should honor such a request? More over, what crimes do you pit against an invited guest under the roof of this Sanctuary? Is it you who has been wronged? Pray tell.”

A reasoned request. Alejac was about to respond when an someone from the audience, some upstart, decided to chime in.

“Another important question to append to that however, pray tell whose form of ‘justice’ it is that this man has become a fugitive of. Is it the Hutt’s? The late Empire’s? Or perhaps even this New Republic? All have their own unique little forms of ‘justice’, not all of which are or were quite pleasant or, strangely enough, just. I’ve seen quite enough unjust justice for a few lifetimes, so I would rather not witness any more, especially having just arrived.”

A cold stare back at this man. Did he realize he'd just asked essentially the same question his leader had asked? No matter. Alejac turned back to "the Gardener" and addressed him directly.

"Certainly, Master Gardener," he took a chance and addressed him with the Jedi honorific. If he accepted it, that would prove they were Jedi. Alejac was only familiar with the two factions, so if he bristled at that, these were certainly Sith. He continued and bowed slightly, "I am Alejac Ridacuf. I mean no disrespect for you or your position. I am a guard for the late Jilljan Holmcoff. You may not know of her, but she was my employer. If this man is your guest, I would wager it is under false pretenses." Alejac paused for effect. "You see, Gildar murdered Jilljan and a guard in her own chambers. It is the custom of most civilizations that murderers are dealt with through the courts. I am simply asking to take Gildar to be tried for his crimes."

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Gildar
Oratory

Extradition. That's for someone who has committed a crime. How was what he did a crime?

That was how he left it. How Alejac knew about it, he didn't know. Yes, he'd done it. Yes, it was a crime. He bowed his head in shame.

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Victus
The Oratory

Victus met the man's glare without so much as a flinch letting the cold, silver eyed gaze Echani were known for to do its magic, the Nexu, after all, did not care if the Bark Rat looked displeased. "And what proof do you have it was murder?" His eyes shifted from this Alejac to the one called Gildar. He could feel the man's panic, he was sure most everyone in the room could, if they were truly Force Wielders. He could feel the man's shame. What he did not feel however, was rage. There was anger, a short bubbling form of it, it had risen when the man had called him out, but it paled even to Victus' when all the man had done was interrupt a meeting, that was no crime, nor was it a sign of guilt.

"Maybe I should introduce myself?" He motioned to Kev-Mas at his side, "As my friend here has proclaimed I am Victus. Lord Inquisitor Victus. You wish to speak of murder and guilt. I was a member of the Inquisitorious and Imperial Intelligence, I was Judge, Jury, and Executioner. I know guilt. I also know murderers." It takes one to know one, he left that last part out. "So then, Guard Ridacuf, was it murder, or was it self defense? Who was Jilljan Holmcoff? What was their relationship with Gildar here? What motive could he have to murder in cold blood? I cannot speak for the Gardener, or this world, but I would imagine that there is some form of due process. Then what of Gildar himself?" He motioned to the man who had his head bowed, in shame, but not necessarily in guilt. "What do you say? This man accuses you of a crime that is most heinous. In my previous experience many do not get a chance to defend themselves against these accusations, you do. I would suggest you take advantage of that, and voice your side."

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IC: Ezzuk
The Oratory

As he sat there he let all this happen as one in a daze might. They spoke of food, brought in a wounded woman that made his mouth water, prepared her on the soft grass. Then, and then they had healed her and told her all was alright. To be honest others coming and talking was lost to him as he stared unblinkingly at his almost meal.

This was to be another respected here? One of equal rank. . .if he did not already know the one called Gardener would kill him for voicing out in frustration at the situation he would do so. Food that never comes, only more people that he cannot eat. Idly he wonders at the one speaking with the Gardener now.

If she was not food, perhaps this confrontational being would be? One could only sit, writhe and wring their feeding/scenting tentacles and hope that it would be so.

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Aicurn Ihi IC:
~Oratory, Grey Sanctuary, Decameron Alpha~

A man with hooded appearance, a human of some kind she surmised, approached her. She felt his eyes and the eyes of others upon her. To be honest, Aicurn'ihi was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable in addition to her uncertainty.

Her eyes narrowed immediately in on the man as he crouched down and leaned against the pot she was resting against herself. A flask was in his hand and he twisted the cap off and was now handing it toward her.

What was in it? Was it drugged so they could make off with her? Because such a tactic was used on her once already, not quite so nonchalantly perhaps. Indeed, the slavers' intentions had been clear at that point and were simply insuring she wouldn't fight, but still…trust was hard.

For now, she hesitated in taking anything from another. The twi'lek didn't even know it, but she shook slightly at this sudden proximity.

Then he spoke. "Ny imemo Tasle, rhe orsu Yatyit?" (In other words, gibberish to her.)

Her face scrunched up. This language barrier was not making anything easier.

Qa nilid ish karau bo san?

She didn't even notice the background droids getting refreshments set up as well, due to this man being next to her. And the zabrak that also approached her with the strange arm. They occupied her focus entirely. Thankfully this second one only took a few steps before stopping.

"We only seem strange at first."

More language barr…Wait. Her gaze quickly swiveled to him, eyes staring hard. She understood that. Was he her savior from before? Again, his words were in Basic, yet…

"I'm Galvan. You are in the Grey Sanctuary. I'm told you had a long trip."

No. His voice was different from her savior's at the crash site. Still…he had the ability to speak with her using a language she had no knowledge of somehow. How did he know she had a long trip?

"In time, you will learn our speech," the zabrak paused a moment, "or use the Force to communicate as I am now."

She blinked. There was plenty there to be deciphered in his words, but one part caught her attention.

Anoyan…

Were they Jedi then? This…this was wholly unexpected to say the least! Her eyes flicked back to the first man, more thoughtful this time.

"By the way, 'Three-Nine' says hello."

The girl's eyes moved back to the zabrak, now taking notice of the flying remotes only to pick out the familiar looking one approaching again, blinking lights and turning about.

"He says you're a good sprinter."

She slowly gave a wry smile, while reaching out to the remote again for a moment. "Sahak fic su'si o'ank."

Obviously they didn't know how to speak Ryl, but apparently with Anoyan, they could circumvent that problem. Amazing!

Cautiously, she took the flask from the first one this time, with a more timid smile now.

Asary. Nie ish bee Do toyid jalran ar uba Anoyan ar tilor bo ootay canka?

A mental pause.

Arnian, cea ea kukae circoo bo ji tentacles ohk rinkan san ji ercae onhso.

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Translation Corner

What does he want with me?
The Force…
Didn't have much choice.
Wait. Did he say I could learn to use The Force to speak with in time?
Also, that thing over there with the tentacles is creeping me the hell out.

 

IC: Alejac and Gildar
Oratory

Predator and prey listened to Victus as he asked his questions. Alejac was the first to respond.

"Lord Inquisitor Victus," he stressed the title in a mocking fashion, "so you were a part of the Empire. The fallen empire. Your title is meaningless now. I will answer your questions, though. Gildar was a part of the staff of Master Jilljan. He was a serv..."

"Slave!" Gildar shouted, interrupting Alejac. "We were slaves! She bought us and did not pay us. She treated us all like cattle. We were property!" Gildar stared daggers at Alejac. Stepping out into the area where Victus and Alejac faced off. He turned to Victus and continued. "I had informed Master Jilljan several times that I felt the punishment and death of each slave at it happened. I'm not sure she believed me or not, but it could be..." Gildar shrank a bit, "so painful." Turning back to Aledar, he yelled, "You don't know! I could not go through it any more! I couldn't. I had to... I had to..."

Alejac waited as Gildar spoke. The more he allowed him to speak, the more he could use against him. "He all but admits his crime! I was in surveillance when the crime happened. It happened. It's all been recorded. He reached up and..." Alejac mimicked a hand motion like he was tickling someone under their chin, "and each time he did it, someone died. First Jilljan, then my fellow guard. Do you deny it?!?" he demanded of Gildar.

"I... don't. But, I couldn't go through it... any more." Gildar said to himself over and over: calm, remain calm, don't do it. Don't kill him. Not for Alejac's sake. He felt as if he killed Alejac, he would alienate this group. He turned back to the Gardener. He felt drained. "Please, sir. You are obviously very powerful. Please help me. I don't want to kill. I don't." Gildar was shaking from concentrating so hard.

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Victus
Oratory

The insult to his title gained Alejac nothing, but the moment Gildar interrupted him and spouted a single word. Slave, Victus’ blood ran cold. A cold fury brewed within him as the man continued to describe the situation he had been in. There was a sympathy in it, he felt each punishment, each death, as Victus had felt and mourned for the loss of each and every former Shadow Guard that had been thrown to the side in Palpatine’s continued push for power.

“He all but admits his crime!” The words caused Victus to snap back to reality and his gaze, now full of anger and spite fell solely upon the guard. If looks could kill, and indeed in the company given they could, Alejac was lucky to be alive, if he knew it or not. Pushing past Kev-mas and the others Victus moved to stand just behind Gildar.

He placed a hand upon the others shoulder, and he sought to Center himself, calm his fury, and in doing so try to pass this calm, to ease the man’s shaking. “People…” he said again after a moment, “People are not property. No sentient, regardless of power, has the right to own the life of another.” Taking in a breath he closed his eyes for a moment, taking the emotions with each breath, and exhaling it out. Finally, he turned back to Alejac and the Gardener.

“From the very first moment I remember, till just past a year ago. I have spent my life subject to the will and fancy of another being. I was born not with a name, but a number. SG-B7936. I was not a person, I was tool. I was forced to fight, I was forced to bleed, I was forced to kill. I earned my name in the blood of others. A blunt instrument, beaten and forged into a scalpel. All because a single man, with power beyond imagining, had dominion over my life, and the life of so many others. At least one more of which, stands in this room with you.”

“I spent, every waking moment of my life for the past five years planning to kill my master. He was far more guilty of Jilljan, but they were both guilty of the same crime. They thought they could will dominion over the lives others, and saw those lives as worth so little that they could take them with no recompense. In the end, a slave whose power they underestimated killed them, and not soon enough.”


“If there is anyone here guilty of anything, it is the Dog without a master, that sat idly by, complicit to the idea that others could be bought, sold, and disposed of as though they were nothing but a commodity. So the thing now to ask yourself, Guard, is this. Gildar, untrained, in a flight of panic and self-defense, was able to kill both his master, and a highly trained guard. And right now, two highly trained practitioners of that very same art of death, who went through every hell that this man has gone through, if not worse, have their eyes trained right on you. So think really hard about your next words.”

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Leto
Oratory

As Leto handed the water flask over to the young Twi'lek he heard from the periphery a commotion, knowing that Polmath was dealing with it he paid little mind. That changed when Kev-Mas spoke, "Spoken like a true Inquisitor...". A chill ran down his spine, though he continued to look at the Twi'lek and made no outward motion. It mattered not if the man was no longer an Imperial Inquisitor, Leto had no desire to know him or be known by him.

He had run since the fall of the Empire, he thought himself beyond the reach of those who remained. The name of Lord Victus meant nothing to him, he knew few within the Empire itself, his orders came through other channels. Leto was confident that Victus would recognize neither face, nor name, for he used neither during his "service" to the Emperor.

Still, the knowledge didn't ease his mind. He would be sure to be careful around Kev-Mas and Victus, the past was best left alone.

The matter at hand however was one that Leto agreed with Victus on, having been a slave to the Empire Leto understood full well Gildar's position. Hell he was also a murderer, many times over in fact, Alejac had come to the wrong planet if he was looking to serve justice on felons.

Yet Leto continued to attend the young Twi'lek as she spoke to Galvan, even as Victus broke into a monologue Leto found himself wondering what it was about the Inquisitorious that produced such prodigious speakers. As the young girl considered drinking the water Leto glanced towards The Gardener, if the situation began to turn bad the slightest of signals from the bearded man would be enough to bring Leto to his aid.

Already he felt the weight of his lightsaber on his belt, years of practice ensured that the weapon could be brought to bear in an instant. Under his sleeve the cool metal of his dagger touched the skin of his wrist and he knew that with just a small motion the blade would drop to his hand, ready to use.

Leto realized then that within the span of a few seconds he had reverted to the thinking of an assassin, it was a stark reminder of how much he had left to unlearn. He forced his attention back to the Twi'lek, assuring himself that Polmath was far better suited for diplomacy.

Delivering water was something he could handle, now if only he could get the Twi'lek to understand his name. When she spoke to Galvan it wasn't in basic, he placed an open hand on his chest and repeated his name, "Leto." Then gestured to the girl with a curious look on his face.

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Kev-Mas Colcha
Decameron Alpha
Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Oratory
Of Sins and Shadows

“Maybe I should introduce myself?” said Victus, motioning to Kev-Mas who nodded in acknowledgement, “As my friend here has proclaimed, I am Victus. Lord Inquisitor Victus. You wish to speak of murder and guilt. I was a member of the Inquisitorious and Imperial Intelligence. I was judge, jury and executioner. I know guilt. I also know murderers.”

Kev-Mas knew all too well this guilt that he spoke of. Even though he had no control over what he had done during those dark days, the constant killing took a toll on him emotionally. It was not him who spilled the blood, but it was him who bore the burden of guilt associated with it.

“So then, Guard Ridacuf, was it murder, or was it self-defense? Who was Jilljan Holmcoff? What was their relationship with Gildar here? What motive could he have to murder in cold blood? I cannot speak for the Gardener or this world, but I would imagine that there is some form of due process. Then what of Gildar himself?”

Victus then motioned to Gildar, who held his head low. “What do you say? This man accuses you of a crime that is most heinous. In my previous experience, many do not get a chance to defend themselves against these accusations. You do. I would suggest you take advantage of that, and voice your side.”

The guard, Alejac, was the first to respond.

“Lord Inquisitor Victus,” he said, stressing the title as if he was mocking him, “so you were part of the Empire. The fallen empire. Your title is meaningless now. I will answer your questions, though. Gildar was part of the staff of Master Jilljan. He was a serv…”

“Slave!” Gildar shouted, interrupting the Guard, “We were slaves! She bought us and did not pay us. She treated us all like cattle. We were property!”

It was upon this revelation that Kev-Mas’ blood started to boil. He was not only a slave to the Empire, but before that a slave in a very similar manner to that of what Gildar had been through. He knew exactly what kind of atrocities this young man was forced to endure, because Kev-Mas had endured the same. As Gildar continued to state his case, Kev-Mas tightened his fists and focused a glare upon the Alejac, becoming further infuriated as he stated all that he’d been through.

“I had informed Master Jilljan several times that I felt the punishment and death of each slave as it happened. I’m not sure she believed me or not, but it could be…”

The man shrank, as if wincing out of pain from the memory.

“So painful.” He then turned back to Alejac and yelled, “You don’t know! I could not go through it anymore! I couldn’t. I had to… I had to…”

“He all but admits his crime!” replied Alejac, as Victus moved over to where Gildar stood, “I was in surveillance when the crime happened. It happened. It’s all been recorded. He reached up and…” Alejac mimicked a hand motion like he was tickling someone under their chin, “and each time he did it, someone died. First Jilljain, then my fellow guard. Do you deny it?!?” he demanded of Gildar.

“I… don’t. But, I couldn’t go through it… anymore,” Gildar replied, and then made a plea turning to the Gardener, “Please, sir. You are obviously very powerful. Please help me. I don’t want to kill. I don’t.”

Gildar was shaking in fear, and Victus made an attempt to calm him, which is something Kev-Mas never thought he’d see out of someone he thought to be a strict adherent of the Dark Side.

“People…” Victus said, “People are not property. No sentient, regardless of power, has the right to own the life of another.”

Victus then appeared to be trying to calm himself, and turned back to Alejac and the Gardener.

“From the very first moment I remember, till just past a year ago I have spent my life subject to the will and fancy of another being. I was born not with a name, but a number. SG-B7936. I was not a person, I was a tool. I was forced to fight, I was forced to bleed, I was forced to kill. I earned my name in the blood of others. A blunt instrument, beaten and forged into a scalpel. All because a single man, with power beyond imagining had dominion over my life and the life of so many others. At least one more of which stands in this room with you.”

Kev-Mas nodded in acknowledgement of that last part, knowing that he was referring to him.

“I spent every moment of my life for the past five years planning to kill my master. He was far more guilty than Jilljan, but they were both guilty of the same crime. They thought they could will dominion over the lives of others and saw those lives as worth so little that they could take them with no recompense. In the end, a slave whose power they underestimated killed them, and not soon enough.”

At this moment, Kev-Mas began to channel the Force around him, focusing on the shadows cast by various objects in the room.

“If there is anyone here guilty of anything, it is the Dog without a master that sat idly by, complicit to the idea that others could be bought, sold and disposed of as though they were nothing but a commodity. So, the thing now to ask yourself, Guard, is this. Gildar, untrained, in a flight of panic and self-defense, was able to kill both his master and a highly-trained guard. And right now, two highly trained practitioners of that very same art of death who went through every hell that this man has gone through, if not worse, have their eyes trained right on you. So think really hard about your next words.”

It was at this moment, that Kev-Mas’ physical form slipped into the shadows and he became obscured from sight. It was then that he moved behind the Guard, Alejac, who could not see him. He then spoke into his ear with a deep booming voice filled with a venomous malice, in an attempt to magnify his panic and fear.

“If I were you, I would run. Run far away.”

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Grey Sanctuary
Oratory

All around he could sense it, see it. Baser natures coming to the fore. Choices being considered. Choices that would become actions. Actions that would have consequences. Consequences that would tip the balance.

Polmath found former Inquisitor Victus to be an intriguing individual, as his line of questioning on the matter of justice and extradition were very similar to his own. However, Kev Mas’ reaction brought on feelings of disappointment. There was never a need to level threats, since Alejac had taken no action to merit them and had only stated his case, thus far.

There was much anger beneath the surface, hidden and unresolved. This was no surprise in the final analysis, the galaxy was suffused by suffering and continued to do so, as if caught in an endless loop, churning out misery ceaselessly. Too few truly achieved mastery over their passions and emotions. Too few understood the dangers of zealotry, the trappings of pride, the corruption of hate.

But, perhaps they could still be taught.

At least Leto seemed to understand the principle. That was good to see. So, perhaps there was still hope.

This moment had served a purpose. It served to reveal what was not readily seen. It showed how much work needed to be done, how much ground needed to be covered for what was ahead. It was a test for everyone involved, including the current leadership.

“That’s enough.”

The Gardener’s words were calm, yet firm, spoken with authority, in as much that they echoed off the Oratory walls. Polmath’s staff pulsed, emitting a gust of wind, then strobed once, flashing a calming light, reducing the level of aggression now permeating the chamber. It was meant to act as a coolant would on an overheating piece of machinery. Cool heads prevailed, or so the adage went.

Even so, Polmath was confident that Xaan would cull any elements that threatened their work here.

“Please, allow me.”

It wasn’t clear whom the Gardener was addressing, as he closed his eyes and made a subtle gesture with his hand. A hand that was now directed at Alejac.

Galvan was fully aware of what was happening behind his back, but did not become involved. Between Xaan and the Gardener, matters were well in hand. Instead, he focused on the scene before him.

The zabrak bore a slight smile as he watched the twi’lek female pet ‘Three- Nine’. Such was a refreshing and endearing sight, given current circumstances.

“He says his name is Leto.” the zabrak informed of the man crouching next to the purple female. He couldn’t help to chuckle at seeing Leto attempting to communicate with someone who did not share the same language as he did. Galvan made a mental note to recommend that Leto be taught the skill to comprehend speech via the Force. It was not a combat skill, but a very useful passive one.

“What is your name?” Galvan asked of the twi’lek, now that they were all introducing themselves by name.

Several steps away, Xaan shifted her gaze to the Crimson Dagger. Her calm was profound, yet her focus was inscrutable. It appeared that Kev Mas might be on the verge of committing a pivotal mistake, but he had yet to act upon it. Not that she inherently disagreed with his methods per se. His ally, Victus, Inquistor Emeritus, displayed a much better balance between his wits and his emotions. Kev Mas’ susceptibility to the Sith Brand was indeed a powerful liability. Still, the two had revealed the depth of their allegiance- a fact that was duly noted.

At the very least, Gildar could feel safeguarded by the Inquisitor’s verbal defense and his proximity. The Gardener had also given the young man his word. However, the scene had still to play itself out to a full conclusion.

Lassin, who had appeared neutral until now, might become a factor in the outcome of things.

Ezzuk, on the other hand, was too focused on his appetite at the moment, which left one to wonder if the ebruchi would succumb to his primal urges. Not too far, both Icharis and Julius were taking in all that transpired.

***


Greyspace Music

It had happened inside a blink.

Alejac watched the Gardener call for quiet and attention, as he stood by the pond within the Oratory, and then, after the man performed some sort of gesture, he was whisked into this cloudy and billowing grey place.

“My deepest apologies for the sudden intrusion.”

Alejac first heard the Gardener’s voice, then watched him walk through the swirling mist. The bearded man used his staff to part a shimmering curtain of translucent circuitry that had not been noticed before his contact, which seemed to vanish after he neared.

“Don’t worry. You are safe for the moment. This seems to be the only way to expedite things, seeing how they have escalated.”

There was a soft tap on the unseen floor, and the grey clouds responded as they swirled like ink, forming a scene Alejac would find most familiar. They were back at the compound of Gildar’s slavery.

The scene was that of Gildar being whipped, as well as another prisoner. But this time, Alejac was not simply a spectator, he could feel what Gildar was feeling. His pain, the whip biting into his back and that of his fellow slave. The intensity of his emotions, his desire, his loss, his despair, his hope.

“I hold a very similar opinion with former Inquisitor Victus regarding slavery.” The bearded man said calmly as he regarded Alejac.

“Are you truly seeking justice, I wonder?”

The slave next to Gildar died, which was something Alejac now experienced.

“You have no idea what he went through, or why he did what he felt he had to do. Would you have done anything differently had you been in his position?”

The scene continued.

“Still, you stood by and did nothing while lives were lost and misery was given to sup. You were a facilitator, in as much as you did nothing to help those who needed help, yet your cruelty helped forge a man who would one day flee his captors. Imagine how things would have turned out had your Mistress been kinder, had she been just. But no, like the Empire, you pressed your boots on their necks and took lives without care. Then comes rebellion. Where is the Empire now? Where is your Master?

You taught him that peace was a lie, but through his passion he gained strength, the strength to survive. Through that strength he gained power, and in a moment, he gained victory.”

Gildar’s freedom scene played out before their eyes.

“His chains are broken, the Force has freed him, for the Force is One.”

Polmath’s green eyes looked into Alejac’s.

“You too can be free, if it’s truly justice that you seek.”

The familiar scene began to dissolve into swirling clouds of grey once again.

“Choose and act.” Polmath advised with a nod, then began to take several steps back. His form became covered by the grey mist as he then vanished. The near invisible curtain of shimmering circuitry returned in his absence.

***

A moment later, Alejac found himself back within the Oratory- all eyes on him.

The Gardener offered a simple nod and a phrase.

“Welcome back.”


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