Coruscant- Old Alliances (All Jedi)

Agitated, he did little to acknowledge the new comers. Not that it would matter, as the only beings in the room he needed to talk with at this point were Jacen and Mark. Pulling the cowboy hat off his head his right arm bent upwards so he could reach his scalp. He combed his fingers through his messy hair as if it were some type of stress relief and then placed the hat back firmly in it's place atop his head. On the way down his hand met the breast pocket on his trench coat, pulling a cigar out from it's dark abyss. He reached in his left pocket with the opposite arm and pulled out a cheap lighter, pulled both objects close to his lips, inhaled, and puffed at the brown cigar. A small smirk gesticulated from his face as Zanic came to the room, pulling his name from this vote Mark had set up.

Every second wasted here was a second more the Sith reigned over the Galaxy. Redack knew just as well as Roy this was the case, but there was also one other thing both men shared knowledge of. The Sith were ruthless, moral-less creatures but they did have a weakness. As was the case throughout history with their Order, if you cut off the head, you tamed the beast. The peons would survive as well as the armies and fleets they ordered, sure. But they would be without leadership, confused and scared like small animals if Belial and Malas were dethroned. Roy had met both these men when Coruscant was over run, and he knew they had far too reckless a nature to pass up a fight with a Jedi. The rest of his Order could spend their time with politics and advisement duties, but Roy had something else on the agenda.

"Well... this has been fun. Mark, you stay here and chat up this Jacen fellow, perhaps you should agree to his terms, but that isn't for me to decide. At this point it is evident the Jedi aren't ready for a new council and it was a reckless idea to begin with. As for me, I am going hunting. Should I make it back, you will know the Sith, Beial and Malas, have paid in full for their crimes against the galaxy and against this Order. If not, well than may the force be with all of you in this darkest of times."

With that he hesitantly passed by the gathering crowd, headed straight for the door. He was careful not to leave immediately in case anyone in the room wanted to voice their opinion one final time before his departure.

"Well we have quite the gathering of Jedi here... So shall I assume that the entire Jedi Order is going to be allied with me... Or just the select few that have actually told me their position?" Jacen stated. If the Jedi Order as a whole didn't help him then they'd be free to go away and return to their exile...

"If I might interrupt your little council election for a moment..." Jacen said as he pulled a small crystal object out of his pocket. If the Jedi were paying enough attention to their force sense they'd realise it was in fact alive- to some degree anyway. he then held another one, identical, out in his other hand. "Could one of you kinds use Force Ice on one of these crystals... And Force Stasis on the other..."

"They're a species of living beings, just like you and I, called Tsils... As for the why, I doubt you could truly comprehend what insane ideas are floating around my barely stable mind." Jacen stated. "Now if you'd please carry out my request?"

"Good." Jacen said, the satisfaction of getting what he wanted was clear on his face. He then suddenly stood up. "If you suddenly change your mind, then let me know." Jacen then left the room and eventually the senate building... If the Jedi did change their minds, they'd be able to contact him easy enough... He was after all the Emperor of the Wayland Empire...

"As long as the Jedi are willing to accept my alliance then there will be one." Jacen said, not slowing down or turning around as he spoke.

"Only that the Jedi trust me when I say I'm only doing what's best for the Galaxy..." Jacen said, still going. But he spoke louder, to be heard...

Now just two paces ahead of him was his portal back to the rest of the galaxy, the real world. An inviting thought, but one that he ignored for the time being. For one reason or the next, he couldn't bring himself to walk out on the meeting just yet. Perhaps it was the fact that the Order would either live or die on the next few decisions made by the party before him, or perhaps it was something else. He couldn't place a finger on the source, but it was as if his legs would not allow an exit just yet. A peculiar event, to say the least.

He fidgeted a bit, coaxing himself into a small spin so that he would once again look in on the room before him. This decision had been brought fourth because of his actions and he must see it through at this point.

A tender puff off the cigar cleared his mind a little bit, giving him some solace despite the fact that he felt almost alone in the room at this point. Clearing his throat he spoke back to Belmont,

"If it must be done now, then so be it. But I will not be the one to vote first, nor do I promise a vote at all. Go ahead and allow the others to give their input, but before you do..."

He gazed over the room, meeting each individual with his icy blue eyes. The glint of happiness that once swam through his pupil was all but gone, yet he tried to be inviting to grab their attention. He cleared his throat of smoke and without hesitation finished the sentence.

"before you do... make sure that it is acknowledged this vote could spell life for the Jedi Order... our Order. Or it could spell death. Think carefully and do not succumb to raw emotion, fore it would be a pity if something as minuscule as this meeting was the bane of our entire existence friends."

Dawn started and stared at her Master in shock. "M-me?!"

Is it because I'm the youngest? I don't think I am... just because I'm short... No. Don't go there. Okay, so... Counsel, my votes. Mark or Wind for sure. Terand If he can. If not, Vegito or Richter.

But Richter's a bit Dark.

Eh?!

In her minds eye a young boy appeared and Dawn's force eyes widened. It was Dusk.

Richter sometimes feels weird. Vote for Wind, Mark, and Vegito.

Mm hmm. Okay, I trust you.

Blinking, Dawn realized her own presence dim. There must have been two in her at once.

Time to vote. "Alrighty then. I'd nominate Mark, Wind, and Master Vegito."

To her own surprise, Dawn's voice was strong and clear, despite her inner fear she would do this wrong. She glanced again at her Master for reassurance.