Master Zem Vymes sat in the council chambers as he waited for his colleagues to join him. He'd had a good two days to pore over Master Laran's report and to go over eyewitness accounts of the events that had transpired in the sparring grounds. Ugly business. The weighty implications of the sparring session between Abarai Loki and the student Draiya Naaianeya cast their heaviness on the elder Jedi's eyes. He continued to look through a summarized datapad of the events in question. Halajiin Rabeak and the padawan Ndonsa had helped to paint a more complete picture of what should have been an orderly training spar, but had devolved into something far more serious. At stake were the careers of two Jedi. One, a rising star among the padawan class. The other, a serious taskmaster and prodigy in whom the Council had previously placed unchallenged trust in.

The Jedi Order of Ossus was young, barely finding it's feet on solid ground. The growing pains were already starting to become deep and poignant. If the Jedi were to endure as their predecessors had done, what they did here this day would have to be done with the full application of wisdom and justice that the council could muster.