As the door opened, Havoc turned to see Jace. "Sally!" He called out in good humor. Havoc took notice of the rangers sent with Jace, and all Havoc could do was smirk. "So... I take it these are bulleyes in training?" He said, getting an inspection of them. Not bothering to get dressed, Havoc would proceed to the council room in only sweatpants and socks, and of course his utility belt. Before he left, Havoc turned to GP and noded. "Stick around." And before GP could swear, the door was shut.

As they proceeded towards the Council chambers, Havoc babbled. "So... Varitek... I never knew you traveled in such esteemed company." He continued to poke fun at the rangers as they proceeded down to the chambers. Since returning, Havoc returned to his old self. Sarcastic down to the bone, and really not one for sweet talk. "I do hope you included in your report that I was attacked first?" He asked, in a cocky voice. Jace wasn't there, so therefore it wasn't really sure who started it. Sure from GP recordings, it seemed like Havoc started it, but if there was one truth to this... it was that he was justified in the slaughtering of such disgusting... swampbacks.

Entering the room, Havoc proceeded to the middle, and faced the Masters. First, he eyeballed Master Malius Ky-Nomi. "Ah... Master Malius... always a pleasure to see you. I still see your head looking like a shriveled cucumber." This has a inside joke of Havoc's. While the masters disapproved of it, it was the only thing to keep Havoc from really losing his mind around here. He then turned to Master Alies. "Raz... do you not ever shave anymore? You're starting to look like a Wampa every day I see you." With that out of his system, he turned serious.

"I know, I know. Havoc, you disobeyed the Jedi Code, you put us to shame... yaddy yaddy ya. Tell me something new, would you?" His annoyance rose, though no one said anything... yet. "As Bullseye Sally forgot to mention in his report, I was attacked first. GP and I were hiding in the swamp, ready to ambush them. GP let off a noise too soon, and they got to us first. So therefore, my slaughter... yes, I said it... MY slaughter, was justified. And thanks to your loyal knight hiding with his buddies, I have a lump on my forehead... and I have no fighter." He turned back to Jace.

"I demand atleast a blasted Y-wing in return for my troubles."

Now Deralia was a decripit Taris in training, a urban waste which was rapidly collapsing. For some Jedi it was shock, for others it was joy. Her coming was much like that of her holocron master's in her heyday, and it was like a quiet tremble in the force to see her again. But there are some who dislike "trembles". Some who prefer quiet and solitude to change of such rapid sorts as she had wrought in the past. Thus it was no suprise really that there were also a minority within the Jedi that distrusted her. Some who had followed her story since she had come six years earlier with a holocron to the Order, and were suspicious of her connection to the ancient Sith. Usually these were the historians of the order, and knew very well who Ryuka tas Vorhn was. Invariably these sorts carried a quiet discontent. It was worth noting that discontent among the Jedi usually amounted to rueful humor and occassional jokes as Jedi did not scorn. Well some of the Karthies might, but such was another story.

Reaching the Council chambers, Celise' green eyes noted one such Knight in the form of Jace Varitek through the Duraglass doors. Havoc was there also, which meant one thing. The Council was busy. With a guilty look of sympathy for Malius and Raztlain, she seated herself. The poor duo.. no doubt they were rather occupied. Havoc was a firebrand and Malius especially must of been exasperated she thought as she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes.

And so she would wait outside of the Chambers until she was called for, while Havoc had his "day in court". She was different as Varitek could no doubt feel.. but how different? After all.. historically her holocron master (Vorhn) had come before the Council also.

Though Vorhn's meeting with the Council in -1000 BBY had been a exceedingly bloody affair...

"And wouldn't you know it, a recording of Echuu popped up and said to me, "Havoc, find me." So that's what I did. I loaded up and followed his only clue that he left... Degobah. Though, suffering the same thing as Master Skywalker... the stupid fog clouded my sensors and I landed in worm crap... or for those of you with very virgin ears... a swamp." Rubbing his forehead a little, he continued on. "Unbested to me however, I ran into a pair of Dark Side Apparentices that were sparring... and quite pitifully I might add. Echuu should have taught them better..." Stopping himself, he got back on track. "So there went my quiet cover really. I formulated a plan with GP, and this happened right outside the temple too. They came pouring out and I guess the swamp caused GP to malfunction a little and his voice acting went wrong and blew our cover too soon... then that's when IT happened..." And Havoc looked at them... with an evil grin. Similiar to the feeling he had felt at the temple.

"A voice... was tempting me. The Darkside was toying with me, and I acted. I allowed it to control me... just to understand the power. Then, I started seeing illusions. It projected to me my deepest desire... my darling wife..." Havoc paused for a second and cleared his voice. "I had let it fool me that I could bring her back. It whispered to me... Kill Jace... but even that would not do for the hunger of the Darkside." He jerked his thumb back. "That's when he showed up, I could sense him even as he landed... and I felt something in orbit... though I'm going to guess it was a New Republic ship, and that's where his reports come in." He then looked at Malius directly.

"Spew all the ancient garbage you'd like, but times have changed. I allowed it to tempt me, I slaughtered those that looked to do me wrong... I even tried to take out HIM!" Pointing at Jace, shouting at the top of his lungs. "I wanted to test it's power! I let myself become controlled so I could better understand it!" Lowering his voice a little, he then shot his direction to Alies. "I did it, because holocrons and ancient scripters tell you nothing... now then, should I assume the position for being slapped on the wrist? Or might I as well hang myself over some lava pit?" He just continued to smirk.

Frowning to herself she shot a sympathetic look into the Council Chambers at Malius and Alies again, before bringing her now mechanical, left arm up and appraising it critically. It was a reverse really of the mark her father had held. A lingering sentiment of the "love" their shared master had for her students it seemed..

Still.

From what she could hear of Havoc's recent outburst, it seemed like he had indulged in the Dark side of the Force. This in itself was unacceptable. As a Redeemer, Celise was entirely committed to bringing a person back from the dark side, and assisting them in atoning for those crimes was in turn a natural part of her task. She studied it. She knew how it functioned through long hours of study. But she had not ever yet allowed herself to indulge in a blast of Force Lightning.. a choke of some random thug. These things were wrong on any day. Assault with a deadly weapon by living laws, and a crime against self in a spiritual sense. The atonement of such crimes was her task. The righting of wrongs her duty. Yet even Shinzon knew there were some crimes that in society, could never truly be forgiven.

Atonement simply wasnt possible. But recompensation for the crimes was. It was a lesson that she had learned very brutally and swiftly in her training through the duel with Deimos. Deimos had threatened the people of Deralia.

Her response? Eliminate the situation before innocent bystanders were harmed in another "Jedi War."

She had strove to save Echuu. How could she not? He was her father. ...And yet unlike Luke and Vader.. such had proven to be impossible. So she had done the only thing that was left to her when he tried to drag her with him to his damnation. She had let him fall and removed her own left arm to save herself. The entire matter had been charged with emotion true enough.. but that was also why she had gone into seclusion on Hoth.

The desire to regain and keep a complete emotional mastery, to put Order before Chaos, was the prime reason for her exile. What point would it of served if she'd used the Force as a weapon on someone who "rubbed her wrong" in the aftermath of that battle of wills? Was it justified? Maybe for a normal sentient, it could be talked down. But she was not a normal sentient. She was a Jedi. Thus the conventional laws of society bound her, and in the same classical catch, did not.

She had to be stronger than the average sentient, because of the responsibility that her connection to the force had given her. The responsibility that the Force itself had given her. If the very tapestry of life was to hold her to such a calling as a Jedi. Then her existance would be weighed measured and be kept far more stringent.

These were the very codes she held as sacred, and the oaths she had sworn to the Order. Uphold the law. Uphold the will of the Force. There was really nothing beyond those twin pillars of truth when one meditated it out.

Durron...

Varitek's thoughts betrayed him. Shaking her head silently as she waited, she thought heavily on Durron's case. At what point was it his evil that was manifest, and at which point was it Exar Kun's? In classic and contemporary law, brainwashed individuals were treated as much as victims as any puppet master. And yet in Durron's case.. millions had perished. Millions. The massacre her holocron master had told her of Teyr, was a sunday brunch compared to what Durron or perhaps Kun had contrived.

Shaking her head she washed her hands of the matter of Durron. She had not been present. But Havoc on the other hand.. she had met him many a time and knew well of his.. urges. Celise shared Varitek's line of thought in that something needed to be done honestly before Havoc became the next Darwin. Maybe retraining. Maybe not. How did one get through to a maverick?

Maybe some time spent with the Agricorps and serving others would mellow his mood. But then there was also the factor that he had indeed killed someone. Had it been done in defense? Varitek's feelings indicated that it was a nay. If it was defense, Shinzon could overlook it. But if it wasnt.. something would need to be done.

Perhaps a criminal trial in the Republic they served, where the familys of the victims could levy their accusations on Havoc and sue for justice. It was the least that the Order could give the Republic, given the responsibility that they were charged with in that Government. Regardless he should have his Lightsaber confiscated for the present. If only to ensure another "accident" didnt occur while a investigation was launched..

There were mitigating circumstances and varying degrees of justice in the Galaxy. A evil being couldnt be saved by a judge that had no compassion or understanding. But in the same vocation the judge also had to ensure that true justice was achieved.

Celise knew in her heart that she had become a hardliner. But this was because after the treachery of her father and master, she had to be. She could not accept anything less than perfection. In a classic twist of force spawned irony, the Jedi Redeemers had to be redeemed themselves by their last student.

"Your reports were as empty, but yet truthful as ever." That was all he had to say, then spun to face the masters. "My 'friend' behind me speaks that it will happen again. And you all think that it will too... don't you?" The question was out there. "I have tasted it for myself... just as Echuu has. But unlike him, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth... it's almost like eating you... Master Ky-Nomi." Rubbing the back of his head. "I say I have become more powerful in resisting it then ever... though it will not change my ways. I am and will continue to act as I will please. The force will guild me, because it adapts to a person's unique character..." Again he spun around to Jace. "You must of missed that class." Then he turned to the door, where he got a hint that someone was there.

"I'm sure our audiance out there will agree that some sort of punishment will be suitable. But what do you have? This isn't the first time I've been in trouble before. And like fools, you all through your heavy hitters at me. What else is left? Stick me in the Corps? You're all better off having me infilitrate something. Because I will refuse to use my power to make some flower grow... or to heal the sick that some medic can do on their own." Shutting his eyes, he reflected upon the Dark times. "The Clones no longer assist us... nor have they ever..."