The crimson blade swung down through the air, the emerald green one rising to meet it.
A flash of light, a crash of sparks.
The blade was struck back, and with a mighty roar T'Truht bulled forwards, swinging in a wide arc, his hat flying off his head as he did so. His adversary laughed as he parried, yet T'Truht pushed forwards, step after step after step.
The Whiphid's eyes opened with a snap.
At first, he wondered where he was. It was dark, the throbbing of an engine was peacefully providing a backdrop, and the sheets of a bed were over him. Then he remembered; the mission to Leritor, the discussions with the Sauvax, the peace talks, the talks for the Republic. He closed his eyes momentarily again, swinging his legs out of the bed and rising to a sitting position as he felt around him through the Force. All was normal. Normal? After a dream like that? The Whiphid frowned; that was the third time in a month that the dream had recurred. What did it mean? Was there danger drawing near? Was danger already upon him, and yet the Dark Side had blinded him, his enemy using it as a veil to hide his true motives? No; T'Truht was of the Light, and the Light could perceive the Dark. Once again, T'Truht thought that the dream might be symbolic rather than literal; perhaps the enemy he saw was a group, an organisation? Or perhaps it was the symbolisation of an internal struggle, of a struggle with, perhaps, the Dark Side? Life always was a struggle against the Dark Side; that was what being a Jedi entailed.
T'Truht knew he could win such a battle.
Sighing, the Whiphid rose and drew his robes from the door, pulling them on his large frame and drawing his conical hat from his bedside stand. The hat was almost as much a part of him as the robes; he was renowned for it amongst the Jedi Order, yet it was a Whiphid tradition rather than, primarily, an aesthetic design. T'Truht was not particularly bothered about aesthetic appearances, airs and graces, unlike some of his comrades within the Jedi Order. Raising his hand, he opened the unlocked door, for he had nothing to fear on this ship, and exited into the aft hallway, taking care to be quiet so as not to disturb the slumber of his fellow Jedi. He was on this mission alongside fellow Jedi Council Member Haar, and his former apprentice, Misaki Aiko. He smiled; he could remember the days when he trained the young girl when she was but a padawan, young and new to the ideas of the Jedi Order. She was like an adopted daughter to him; he'd known her for a long time now. He was both proud and glad that she was here alongside him. Haar he'd known for some time too, but he was more of a friend. With two such capable Jedi alongside him, T'Truht had no need to feel the slightest bit worried.
That wasn't arrogance, that was fact.
Quietly making his way down the darkened hallways, kneading his eyes to remove the sleep from them, he entered the communal room of the ship and turned the lights on with a raise of his hand and a command through the Force; soon, their warm ambience filled the room. It was an early hour of morning; outside, all was dark, it being space, yet T'Truht could tell. They would arrive at Leritor around mid-morning; five hours until their estimated time of arrival. T'Truht knew that he wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight; he was reasonably well rested, however, and the Force would sustain him. If he had woken now, he evidently needed no more sleep, seating himself on the soft floor in the middle of the room, T'Truht sat into a meditative position and closed his eyes, palms resting, facing upwards, upon his knees. His companions would be surfacing reasonably soon, and then they would need to prepare for the discussion with the Sauvax ahead. The Sauvax, appearance wise, would appear odd to most humans in the galaxy. T'Truht, however, was a Whiphid, and Haar a Wookiee. They were used to odd races.
Misaki was clever enough to be tactful.
The plan would be a success.
T'Truht could feel it.
A flash of light, a crash of sparks.
The blade was struck back, and with a mighty roar T'Truht bulled forwards, swinging in a wide arc, his hat flying off his head as he did so. His adversary laughed as he parried, yet T'Truht pushed forwards, step after step after step.
The Whiphid's eyes opened with a snap.
At first, he wondered where he was. It was dark, the throbbing of an engine was peacefully providing a backdrop, and the sheets of a bed were over him. Then he remembered; the mission to Leritor, the discussions with the Sauvax, the peace talks, the talks for the Republic. He closed his eyes momentarily again, swinging his legs out of the bed and rising to a sitting position as he felt around him through the Force. All was normal. Normal? After a dream like that? The Whiphid frowned; that was the third time in a month that the dream had recurred. What did it mean? Was there danger drawing near? Was danger already upon him, and yet the Dark Side had blinded him, his enemy using it as a veil to hide his true motives? No; T'Truht was of the Light, and the Light could perceive the Dark. Once again, T'Truht thought that the dream might be symbolic rather than literal; perhaps the enemy he saw was a group, an organisation? Or perhaps it was the symbolisation of an internal struggle, of a struggle with, perhaps, the Dark Side? Life always was a struggle against the Dark Side; that was what being a Jedi entailed.
T'Truht knew he could win such a battle.
Sighing, the Whiphid rose and drew his robes from the door, pulling them on his large frame and drawing his conical hat from his bedside stand. The hat was almost as much a part of him as the robes; he was renowned for it amongst the Jedi Order, yet it was a Whiphid tradition rather than, primarily, an aesthetic design. T'Truht was not particularly bothered about aesthetic appearances, airs and graces, unlike some of his comrades within the Jedi Order. Raising his hand, he opened the unlocked door, for he had nothing to fear on this ship, and exited into the aft hallway, taking care to be quiet so as not to disturb the slumber of his fellow Jedi. He was on this mission alongside fellow Jedi Council Member Haar, and his former apprentice, Misaki Aiko. He smiled; he could remember the days when he trained the young girl when she was but a padawan, young and new to the ideas of the Jedi Order. She was like an adopted daughter to him; he'd known her for a long time now. He was both proud and glad that she was here alongside him. Haar he'd known for some time too, but he was more of a friend. With two such capable Jedi alongside him, T'Truht had no need to feel the slightest bit worried.
That wasn't arrogance, that was fact.
Quietly making his way down the darkened hallways, kneading his eyes to remove the sleep from them, he entered the communal room of the ship and turned the lights on with a raise of his hand and a command through the Force; soon, their warm ambience filled the room. It was an early hour of morning; outside, all was dark, it being space, yet T'Truht could tell. They would arrive at Leritor around mid-morning; five hours until their estimated time of arrival. T'Truht knew that he wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight; he was reasonably well rested, however, and the Force would sustain him. If he had woken now, he evidently needed no more sleep, seating himself on the soft floor in the middle of the room, T'Truht sat into a meditative position and closed his eyes, palms resting, facing upwards, upon his knees. His companions would be surfacing reasonably soon, and then they would need to prepare for the discussion with the Sauvax ahead. The Sauvax, appearance wise, would appear odd to most humans in the galaxy. T'Truht, however, was a Whiphid, and Haar a Wookiee. They were used to odd races.
Misaki was clever enough to be tactful.
The plan would be a success.
T'Truht could feel it.
