The Rebel Faction

OOC: This is a meeting of all the Jedi- EVERYONE. Padawans to Masters. If you don't show up, I'll cap your ass.

Gash Jiren strode slowly down the white-walled corridor, the diminuitive alien Jedi Master at his side. His crimson-red eyes flickered briefly around the plan hallway, in tense anticipation of what he knew was to come. Rakili, by his side, obviously sensed it, because Gash felt that knobbly little stick he carried smack into his shin.

His Master's voice echoed in Gash's mind. No fear, my student.

Yes, Master.

The odd pair completed their walk, as the doors to the circular auditorium opened to admit their passing. Gash immediately felt his mind jump back to the day he'd first come to this room... his tribunal, where he'd become a Jedi.

He owed so much to Leia and the other Jedi; and now, he had to do this. No direct good would come of this meeting; but that was just an appearance. This was the path; this was fate. Always in motion was the future; and yet, the futures in which this meeting did not take place were dark.

Filled with death.

But so were all futures, if you looked hard enough. The Jedi had to see that...

Gash approached the front of the room, sitting in the place designated for he who called the meeting. Rakili followed, standing beside him- drawing several stares from those who did not know the small Jedi Master's identity, perhaps thinking him Yoda. Gash nodded to the Jedi Masters sitting in a line with him, and whispered.

"I understand you are curious as to why I have called this meeting; may I get to my business, so as that this meeting may get to the important portion quickly?

*Zark sat motionless in his seat. Han had taken the words right from his mouth. This meeting, although, was a mystery to him. He had been absent at the other meeting where Gash had become a Jedi(Sorry if I'm wrong, but I think there was a meeting). He had never met or even seen Gash Jiren. This intrigued(sp?) him.*

Leia had bad vibes about this. Gash was regretful, yet not. Now what about was the question.

"By all means, I am sure you are more than encouraged to continue"

Gash smiled, nodding and removing his hood. The robe was a deep, navy blue, accented by the medium-tone green cloak, all standard issue of the Asthentian army. He had not visited his homeworld, to his regret, in some time, but he still wore the robes of it.

He set one glance upon Leia, before rolling up his left sleeve. Under the blue garment was a silver, durasteel prosthetic arm. With a few taps on the built-in datapad, Gash set the pad to the auditorium's holoprojector frequency.

"Thank you, Jedi Master Organa Solo." Gash's formality left a foreboding sense in all the auditorium's onlookers. "I have called the meeting of the Jedi Council here today, in order to discuss an issue most of the Jedi Masters present may end up wishing I had not mentioned."

Gash paused, allowing the odd nature of that statement to draw a few more gazes on him, and a few more attentions toward what he had to say.

"As you know, I was a Sith. I am the nephew of the Sith Lord Recon Klain; with him, I founded the Ziost Empire. I am not proud of this; I say it only because it is important that you know it.

"The Sith are a group known for their evil cunning, and regretfully, that results in trully sickening uses of the Force. One of these is Sith Sorcery; another, and one far less frequent, is Prophecy. Few possess this gift; but in the past, in the days of the first Sith, those who did were weeded out and put to use."

Some Padawan's looked startled at Gash's ready describing of the Dark Side's greatest and most horrible stewards, but the Jedi continued.

"There was a group, called the Council of Five. On a separate planet from the main Sith Council on Ziost- I know not where- they divised Prophecies with their students. One of these students, and exceptionally gifted one, was named Xal Kra.

"However, the Council of Five did not wish to displease the Sith Council; thus, they only gave them prophecies which had contents boding well for the Sith. This meant important information was buried deep and lost forever. Xal Kra had a knack for coming up with the wrong prophecies; it got him killed, in the end. Before this, though, he composed five prophecies which were submitted to the council.

"But there were more. Far darker prophecies, at least two, which spoke of horrible times of death and battle, the fate of the universe on a razor's edge. Xal Kra was smart enough to hide some of them; they are now referred to as the Sixth and Seventh Prophecies of Xal Kra. While on Ziost, I found them."

Gash drew several astonished looks from the Jedi Masters who knew of what he spoke, and some from those who did not; this made the Jedi uncomfortable, but he forged ahead.

"If it pleases the council, I would read them for all."

*Zark leaned back in his chair. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Interesting<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, he thought, <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> but why call a meeting for it?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Then it hit him, <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> These prophecies must tell about something coming, coming very soon. Something that was not of the Light.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Zark leaned forward. This man, Gash Jiren, had the upmost important information, as it seemed to Zark. He hoped the council would agree with him.*