It wasn't hard to convince the youngest member of the ships crew that she managed to find that he should kill the rest. He was easily convinced they were going to kill him off anyway. They probably were going to throw him under the bus at the first chance anyway. And he was easily dispatched after he had shot them all. The look on his face as he realised she'd shot him after was priceless. He actually said he loved her as he fell. HA. Idiot. She wasn't to worried about the bodies being found. Scum were double crossing each other all the time in this wretched galaxy. No one would care enough to investigate more than that. Especially not here. On this cesspool of a planet Zygerria. She hated this place. The entire planet was a slavers wet dream. Being a former slave herself it brought back memories she would rather not bring up. The screams of the slavers dying in the revolt she helped were a nice thing to remember however. She tried to focus on that. What was she supposed to be doing here? Ugh, she needed a drink.

Oola begins to kneel before the Council and bows her head. Quietly she speaks. "As Wan says we fought and defeated a acolyte of the Sith. I defeated her. I..... I killed........ I killed her........ She hit me....... And I gave into anger.. She looks up her eyes were beginning to well up with tears. "I gave in to the anger. To the Dark. I used it. I used this cured power I have. And I killed someone with it. I. I don't want to give in to that again. I request the judgement of the Council. I request punishment and will accept my death like a Jedi." Oola bows forward in both respect and in a strangely similar pose to one awaiting beheading.

Think it depends on how this interaction with the Council goes. She may be dragged away in chains for all we know .

Yes, sorry I use old school RPG/Final Fantasy HP.

I think they'd find a series of 4 letter words in there. Also Oola is at 1 wound and about 3 strain still so emotional state its probably akin to a few of those words.

Sorry for this as I know everyone probably has much less free time than me, but is this game actually happening?

Stun them both. Steal the ship. Go on a grand adventure with blackjack and hookers.

"He implyed that us Padawans were sent to the station to die. That there was corruption within the Jedi themselves, not the Republic" Oola was visibly shaking, either from anger or to breakdown only the Force knew.

Could use some o' dem darksides......

"Master Lun Pyra has left the Jedi Order and now considers himself a Sith." Oolas face was unnaturally stern.

"Troubles's best kind thing tae be in, bug mate" She swings the sword wide.

@Rabobankrider @TheShard its just a sword. Nothing special about it.

Everyone already seated in the council chamber would see the door to the room swing open. A single guard stepped in then from outside the room - "And just so we're clear dipshit, you ever prod me with that thing again I'll flip it round and shove it where the sun don't shine." In walks Oola. Practically bristling at being summoned by the stuck ups in the council.

@Rabobankrider dont think theres any point in me starting anything on Tatooine when the other two are awol.

Settling into one of the chairs Oola curled up and adjusted her robes to try get as much of herself covered as possible. The shuttle wasnt cold, but she felt cold. Just before drifting off to a sleep she sorely needed she said in a soft voice to her droid companion - "Wan? Back on the ship there. I wasn't sure what happened but it suddenly occurred to me. And if you ever hit me again, I'll fry your circuits and melt you down for scrap. Are we clear? She didn't wait for a response and nuzzled her head into the relative comfort of the chair back to sleep.

"No just stabby, bug mate. Slashy tae, see?!" Xanthe makes a cutting motion. "An' the box fluffy? Eh, it was wudden, and square. Naw, er rectangular, aye. An' the sword is auld........ An' pointy? I deh really ken much boot it. No a load o' auld-stuff-kening-folk been in mah life."

More likely to be a number of sil 0 chunks on the floor.

I sense you are upset about something?

Gonna use dem darksides?

"No just auld stuff fluffy, INTERESTING auld stuff! And I foond it in a box, ken?"

I temper my sense of disappointment in anticipation.

Going in a bit of a different direction than your IC @Rabobankrider hope you dont mind.

Anyone else would break under these conditions. But for Dashtha it was about the work. All about the work. Even trying to sleep she was repeating compound chain sequences in her head. She was close. So close. Her revolutionary spice strain would be the only one people would need. She'd then have all the funding she ever need to move on to her next great project. Everyone needs a focus after all. ....... Oh and she could help her family and spice addicts and such. That would be a nice by-product.

All possible, with the Force is.