The Sith’s Hard Time Sentence

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Seeing into his mind brought many conflicting emotions to Isabella. Force, how she wanted to weep for his pain, his sorrow, to hold him and whisper that everything would be okay. To help him and bring the light of life and love and joy back into him.

But at the same time, she saw the horror of what he had done to others, and what he would continue to do if he was not stopped. It was almost enough to overwhelm her, but even though there was emotion, there was also peace. Isabella called on her decades of training and managed to keep his horror and despair from influencing her. Maybe in another time, in a different galaxy, there would have been no choice but to kill him. But thankfully, in this galaxy, they had… options.

As Master Gavin moved in to join her, she moved back, going around the Cathar. While he was distracted defending himself from Master Gavin, Isabella drew the blaster she kept hidden in her robes, set it to stun, and shot the Cathar Sith right in his back.

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The Sith yowled like a cat at the pain of the stun blast before collapsing to his knees. Gavin quickly grabbed his lightsaber and withdrew a pair of binder cuffs.

"We need to get him back to the temple as soon as possible." The Jedi said. "Chessika can keep him sedated while we get one of the old Dark Side holding cells ready."

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“I agree, Master. Until then, some regular blasts with the stunner should keep him down,” Isabella noted.

Working together, the two Jedi quickly bound the stunned Sith and called for evacuation.

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On the way back to the temple, after stopping to drop off the kidnapped scientist and leaving the gang members to the relevant authorities, Chessika approached Isabella. "Alright, he should be out until we can get him to the temple. I have some good news and bad news. The first is that I have his name. It's Ralis, and he is, in fact, a living Sith."

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Isabella arched an eyebrow at Chessika. “Yes, I think we could safely say he was a Sith, as evidenced by trained usage of both the Dark Side, and a red lightsaber. So, his name is Ralis? No Sith name?”

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"No, he was only a trainee. And that's the bad news." She pilled up a hologram of a teenaged Ralis, along with some text. "I learned this from the warrant for his arrest. He is a veteran of Revan's Sith Empire for a thousand years ago. Somehow, he has come to our time."

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“One thousand years ago?!” Isabella gasped, hands over her mouth. “How in the Force did he get here?! Was he put into carbonate?”

But, in the end, it didn’t really matter, did it? After all, they were here now, and they could even collect on Ralis’ bounty. The Jedi Order was never hurting for credits of course, but there was nothing wrong with a bit extra for an emergency fund.

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"I don't know for certain." Chessika replied while placing her fist to her chin. "I remember once reading of some Sith attempting to find a way to use the Dark Side to put themselves outside of time at will. It was all theory though, so we cannot know if that's what happened here."

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“We’ll just have to ask him again after his trial,” Isabella said with a shrug. “We both know the law: any Sith that’s brought in alive gets Pennified and is kept in the Jedi Order for their rehabilitation. So eventually the boy will answer us himself, though hopefully by then he’ll do it willing, rather than with the threat of a sore bottom,” she mused with a smirk.

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"It might not be that simple." Chessika reminded her. "There hasn't been a Sith popping up for hundreds of years. No one alive has any experience with one of them. Who is going to take care of him?"