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The loudest sound was a heartbeat, the strongest wind a breath. The brightest light crept under the door. The smell of incense was overwhelming, the mind could not help but find itself taken elsewhere by the Sage in the room.
Laida, one of the elders of the clan invited all Ophuchi to take part in her own rituals of seeing. This day would see war between the hutts and Republic.
Anyone present would feel the presence of death, thousands died somewhere in the galaxy. Innocence and filth alike were senselessly ended. Curiosity would compel a group of Ophuchi to scry the events.
Laida's shared eye fell now to where it was directed, she was in a trance that prevented her from moving much more than speaking.
"What... Do. We see?" She muttered, prompting another in the chamber to speak up.
"Show us Dorin."
Lesser Ophuchi would find their loose connection to the force overwhelmed and only able to grasp the multitude of what they saw. As if they were above Dorin itself they saw the Hutt ships ominously lurking, the new lords of a planet they could not themselves be sustained on. On the surface there was still fighting, Many soldiers of the Hutts choked on the lack of air. Sorely lacking such vital oxygen was the only thing in the way of the Mandalorian assault.
Then they were back above Dorin, only the smell of incense seemed to find it's way there; the only marker that they were deep under the Dune Sea.
Laida, one of the elders of the clan invited all Ophuchi to take part in her own rituals of seeing. This day would see war between the hutts and Republic.
Anyone present would feel the presence of death, thousands died somewhere in the galaxy. Innocence and filth alike were senselessly ended. Curiosity would compel a group of Ophuchi to scry the events.
Laida's shared eye fell now to where it was directed, she was in a trance that prevented her from moving much more than speaking.
"What... Do. We see?" She muttered, prompting another in the chamber to speak up.
"Show us Dorin."
Lesser Ophuchi would find their loose connection to the force overwhelmed and only able to grasp the multitude of what they saw. As if they were above Dorin itself they saw the Hutt ships ominously lurking, the new lords of a planet they could not themselves be sustained on. On the surface there was still fighting, Many soldiers of the Hutts choked on the lack of air. Sorely lacking such vital oxygen was the only thing in the way of the Mandalorian assault.
Then they were back above Dorin, only the smell of incense seemed to find it's way there; the only marker that they were deep under the Dune Sea.