Clouded visions, of pain and despair, flood his dreams like an invasion into the subconscious. A shrouded evil causes a wound in the Force. A sea of faces, younglins and Jedi, pose their final forms while meeting death's embrace. Agony. Violence. Hatred. A cacophony of voices and screams growing louder, they cry out for he-
Dace awoken from his dream. He had beads of sweat formed upon his brow and his whole body had sheen upon the skin. The sweat must have been profuse and uncontrollable, causing him to toss and turn during sleep. As a result, his body heat caused the moisture to seep through the thin fabric of the linens, making them damp and uncomfortable to the touch. The sweat also had a distinct smell, a combination of salt and musk, that lingered in the room. The walls of this room are painted a warm beige color, and there is a small wooden nightstand beside the bed, on which sits a lamp with a soft, warm glow. As he slowly sits up, Dace realizes that he is in an inn or hotel room. He remembers arriving to Kor Vella the night before, seeking refuge from a powerful storm that had swept through the area. He had booked a room at the inn, grateful for the warmth and shelter it provided. It was but a brief respite because of the traumatic visions that interrupted his sleep.
Dace rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of his "fever dream." There has been a disturbance in the Force that caused echos of pain and suffering. Something has happened, something terrible.
As he sits up in bed, he looks around the small inn room where he slept the night before. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a single bed with the nightstand, a small table, and a rickety chair. The sounds of the bustling city outside filter in through the window, adding to the sense of chaos and confusion. On the table is a holonet terminal with a crimson light flashing on and off, a news alert was currently ongoing. Dace got out of bed to walk toward the table. The frigid cold of the stone slab floor sent painful sensations through the pads of his feet. That will wake you up for certain. He presses the button on the terminal keypad and watches the broadcast. The footage was concerning, but it didn't feel complete. Ithor was the location of a Jedi Temple that was actually on an Ithorian Herdship that orbited the planet. Dace knew this because his master Kaela Dorn was spending time there since the time of their last correspondence.
A sense of dread attacked the pit of his stomach as he thought about Master Dorn. Something wasn't right about all of this. Something terrible has happened to Kaela and the Jedi at Ithor. He reached for and activated his long-range communication device. He needed to reach out to other the Order and other Jedi for answers, but no words came out of his mouth - there was just dead silence broadcast into the unknown. 'It is too risky to reach out through communications.' He thought to himself. Caution was elected because the state of the Jedi and events were currently unknown. Order 66 was a well studied topic during his early years as a Padawan, and many lessons were learned from that piece of history. Caution was one of them. The risk of giving way his position was too great, so he would venture to Ithor to investigate in person.
One must be clean and of good hygiene before going out, however, so a shower was the first order of business. The second was traveling to the starport in Kor Vella where his X-Wing he was using was, and his droid R2-C5 awaited nested into the astromech socket.
Dace awoken from his dream. He had beads of sweat formed upon his brow and his whole body had sheen upon the skin. The sweat must have been profuse and uncontrollable, causing him to toss and turn during sleep. As a result, his body heat caused the moisture to seep through the thin fabric of the linens, making them damp and uncomfortable to the touch. The sweat also had a distinct smell, a combination of salt and musk, that lingered in the room. The walls of this room are painted a warm beige color, and there is a small wooden nightstand beside the bed, on which sits a lamp with a soft, warm glow. As he slowly sits up, Dace realizes that he is in an inn or hotel room. He remembers arriving to Kor Vella the night before, seeking refuge from a powerful storm that had swept through the area. He had booked a room at the inn, grateful for the warmth and shelter it provided. It was but a brief respite because of the traumatic visions that interrupted his sleep.
Dace rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of his "fever dream." There has been a disturbance in the Force that caused echos of pain and suffering. Something has happened, something terrible.
As he sits up in bed, he looks around the small inn room where he slept the night before. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a single bed with the nightstand, a small table, and a rickety chair. The sounds of the bustling city outside filter in through the window, adding to the sense of chaos and confusion. On the table is a holonet terminal with a crimson light flashing on and off, a news alert was currently ongoing. Dace got out of bed to walk toward the table. The frigid cold of the stone slab floor sent painful sensations through the pads of his feet. That will wake you up for certain. He presses the button on the terminal keypad and watches the broadcast. The footage was concerning, but it didn't feel complete. Ithor was the location of a Jedi Temple that was actually on an Ithorian Herdship that orbited the planet. Dace knew this because his master Kaela Dorn was spending time there since the time of their last correspondence.
A sense of dread attacked the pit of his stomach as he thought about Master Dorn. Something wasn't right about all of this. Something terrible has happened to Kaela and the Jedi at Ithor. He reached for and activated his long-range communication device. He needed to reach out to other the Order and other Jedi for answers, but no words came out of his mouth - there was just dead silence broadcast into the unknown. 'It is too risky to reach out through communications.' He thought to himself. Caution was elected because the state of the Jedi and events were currently unknown. Order 66 was a well studied topic during his early years as a Padawan, and many lessons were learned from that piece of history. Caution was one of them. The risk of giving way his position was too great, so he would venture to Ithor to investigate in person.
One must be clean and of good hygiene before going out, however, so a shower was the first order of business. The second was traveling to the starport in Kor Vella where his X-Wing he was using was, and his droid R2-C5 awaited nested into the astromech socket.
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