Peace. Serenity. Understanding. The worlds floated at the top of her mind. Calm. She sought calm. The strength to be still and let the troubles of the galaxy melt away. One deep breath after the other. Find your center…find your peace. Alex huffed out air in annoyance. Her eyes snapping open. She was restless. The soothing sounds of the mediation chambers more annoying than helpful. She pushed herself to her feet and flicked open the door. Sitting and waiting solved no problems. There had been years where Alex mediated for days. Searching for the mysterious of the Force. Now, she simply wanted answers.
The Killik threat grew daily. Despite the Chancellor’s dramatic reveal, the galaxy was no closer to determining how to tackle the Hive mind. She needed a live Joiner, and they would not come willingly. Alex was planning to find one herself. The task was dangerous. The risk great. That meant it should be here. Yes, that was the only reasonable choice. There was no point in wasting further time.
Alex was lost in thought while she stalked about the Temple. Her mind flicking through what she would need to bring. It would be too dangerous to bring Maura but who then? Drow…no the Shadows were too engage. Perhaps Zak or Fynn…she had piled new duties on them. Crix was distressingly quiet lately. The choices were too few. So few in fact, and her mind so engrossed in them, that she nearly slammed into Hamza. The Force screeched in her mind. Alex’s head lifted, her eyes finally focusing, and there was Hamza Ozdemir.
“Jedi Ozdemir…I barely saw you…” She waved her hand around. “Lost in thought and all that.” How embarrassing. The great Grandmaster of the Jedi Order bumbling around into Jedi Knights. “You haven’t seen Maura, have you?” Sigh.
@Logan