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Raro Telis
Jun 9th, 2003, 07:21:53 PM
“Raro Telis, you are hereby guilty of acts of assassination, homicide, and continuing acts of public disturbance. But, with your military history, the jury has concluded that you will enroll into the Jedi Temple on Courscaunt for rehabilitation, you will be escorted at this time. Court adjourned.”

That was her fate.

That was her lie.

Being lead bound by her hands in the clothes she was caught in, Raro growled at the two police guards leading her laughing inwardly as they skittered away. She shrugged her shoulders, sliding the brown cowl around her shoulders around slightly. It was one of two pieces of her outfit, the felinoid having no use for any other pieces of clothing, for they hindered her fluid movement.

Raro noticed, once she was lead away that the guard on her left carried a certified letter from the Court of Justice, the large emblem shimmering in the low light of the recruitment center. One golden eye, the other being a shimmering blue, focused on the letter as she was lead by the lead.

”C’mon, dirt bag, move-“ a quick head butt from Raro silenced him, she nipped the letter off the ground before she was tackled down by the other guard, a stun-prod shoved deep into her side..

Dasquian Belargic
Jun 10th, 2003, 11:28:23 AM
“Excuse me,”

The doors to the recruitment center were pushed open, and a figure stood in the opening, a slight frown etched into his expression.

“What seems to be the problem here?”

Raro Telis
Jun 10th, 2003, 01:17:27 PM
The guard with the prod stood up, placing a foot on Raro's shoulder to keep her down, so he thought anyway.

"Are you Jedi? I' got a letter here for any knight, uh... somewhere." Rob, as his tag read, searched his persona, his eyes catching on the letter in Raro's teeth. He bent down and ripped it from her, holding it out torwards the Jedi.

"My orders were to deliver that," he cocked his head down at Raro, "to the Order for rehab."

Dasquian Belargic
Jun 11th, 2003, 02:21:19 AM
“Rehab?”

Dasquians brow knitted in confusion. Motioning for the two to come in, the Knight watched with concern.

“You know it’s very dangerous for us to train those, as Jedi, when they do not truly wish to be Jedi…”