In the time Hannibal had been wandering the galaxy he had seen a great many things, despite his youth. Ever since he was very young he could remember being as fascinated by different cultures, peoples, and planets as he was wary of being around them too long for fear of experiencing what they did. At the time it had been an intrusive and terrifying thing. His connection to the living Force gave him power empathy and a sharp intuition, especially after it was honed after joining the Jedi. But it was the strangest thing, as much as other Jedi sometimes received vague premonitions, visions, or even prophetic dreams, this was never something Hannibal himself had ever experienced.
The young Jedi had been laid up for some time after the mess with the dragon and everything else. Between treatment for injuries, surgery for the cybernetic socket and the healing for that, and the acquisition and fine tuning of his arm he'd been active in only a limited capacity for a while. It was during that time of inactivity, laying half-awake in his bed aboard his ship awash in the energies and sounds of hyperspace travel, that he'd felt... something.
A sound that called from very far away. A flash of light, a distant warmth that brought life to everything it touched. Hannibal didn't understand it and had dismissed it as just another thing he sometimes experienced, an odd sensation of phenomena. But it happened more than once, the same exact thing, and that had never happened before.
So he put out some feelers into the galaxy and went off to find a Jedi once he was good and ready as well as an offer for a quest of sorts to a Jedi who may be interested. The one who'd responded- rather shortly and succinctly, even- was not one he really knew all that well. But hey he wasn't going to complain.
Hannibal waited in front of his ship in an open area on Yavin, idling watching the birds and insects flutter about in the distant jungle and smoking a cigarra and looking rather deep in thought. Sevrin had been told where to find him and that he'd know him when he saw him.
The brightly coloured robes would doubtless give him away amongst the sea of greenery and simple browns and blacks most chose instead.
The young Jedi had been laid up for some time after the mess with the dragon and everything else. Between treatment for injuries, surgery for the cybernetic socket and the healing for that, and the acquisition and fine tuning of his arm he'd been active in only a limited capacity for a while. It was during that time of inactivity, laying half-awake in his bed aboard his ship awash in the energies and sounds of hyperspace travel, that he'd felt... something.
A sound that called from very far away. A flash of light, a distant warmth that brought life to everything it touched. Hannibal didn't understand it and had dismissed it as just another thing he sometimes experienced, an odd sensation of phenomena. But it happened more than once, the same exact thing, and that had never happened before.
So he put out some feelers into the galaxy and went off to find a Jedi once he was good and ready as well as an offer for a quest of sorts to a Jedi who may be interested. The one who'd responded- rather shortly and succinctly, even- was not one he really knew all that well. But hey he wasn't going to complain.
Hannibal waited in front of his ship in an open area on Yavin, idling watching the birds and insects flutter about in the distant jungle and smoking a cigarra and looking rather deep in thought. Sevrin had been told where to find him and that he'd know him when he saw him.
The brightly coloured robes would doubtless give him away amongst the sea of greenery and simple browns and blacks most chose instead.
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