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the_force_abidesAlone aboard the Wampa's Paw, with about a week's time in hyper space, Quinlan finds his thoughts returning to the strange Sith he met within Milliways. He is quite sure she is not playing him. Despite not practicing any force skills, nor even really using the Force, he hasn't gotten so soft as to not be able to read people's motives. That is one thing smugglers and Jedi have alike. He worries about her, though there really isn't much he can do. He also keeps finding the urge to teach her what force skills he can; sure that the ancient Sith can't know how to counter some of the Jedi skills of his age. It would be a way to give her an edge.
And what happens when she teaches those skills to other Sith? The paranoid part of him thinks and he shakes his head. No matter what he does, it will have already happened; she is from the past. A more appropriate worry would be if he still had anything to teach. It had been so long since he had done anything but use the Force to hide himself from officials and his presence within the Force from the Emperor, Vader, and whatever force adepts they employed or play games with his son and daughter while teaching them to hide their gifts and help keep a watch out for the Empire.
Well, he had nothing but time now. Might as well find out.
The first meditation was troublesome. Sitting, he had no patience so he tried a floating meditation. Failing that, he moved on to a moving mediation while he recalibrated the sub-space ion drives of his ship, yet again with no success. Disgusted with himself, he gave up and went to watch the stars streak by; which oddly enough calmed his mind.
As the stars slowed, he realized he was in a meditative state and slowed his breathing. Closing his eyes, he felt the Force like an old friend; wholesome and welcoming. He felt himself rise above the chair and small objects begin to orbit him, his datapad, a holobook his wife had given him to read, a clay dragon his son had made, the string mandala his daughter had woven; all the signs of his life.
The Force took him deeper into its hold, carrying him past his ship. In darkness he floated, confused. A sense of dread filled the void and deep within him the horror of experiencing his parents death awoke.
Lost in the Force vision, Quin clung to the ancient Jedi Code he has made his own. Out in the darkness, there is an asteroid and he is falling towards it. It becomes a space station and there is danger there. Immense, implacable and cold.
He is in the space station now, though he knows not how. There is a clacking; metallic and merciless. Cold eyes glow in the darkness and a sense of dread, greater than any he has ever felt, fills his heart. He reaches for his lightsaber but it is not there. A frantic grab to his other side and his blaster is missing as well. Droids come and walk right by him as if he did not exist, droids which he knows will murder all within the nearby sector of space, Sith space, and continue beyond; system upon system upon system. Droids which are guarded by Republic forces.
Gasping, he is back on the bridge of the Wampa's Paw, confused by all he had experienced. Was it real? He had no experience with visions from the Force. It was not one of his talents back when he was a Jedi, so why would he be having one now? Is this something that was going to happen? No, there was no Republic and the ships were wrong for the Rebellion; too new and far too old in design. Ibani's time? That made even less sense. Not for the first, nor last, time he wished he had Master Tholme to talk to. Heck, even Kenobi would be a help.
And what happens when she teaches those skills to other Sith? The paranoid part of him thinks and he shakes his head. No matter what he does, it will have already happened; she is from the past. A more appropriate worry would be if he still had anything to teach. It had been so long since he had done anything but use the Force to hide himself from officials and his presence within the Force from the Emperor, Vader, and whatever force adepts they employed or play games with his son and daughter while teaching them to hide their gifts and help keep a watch out for the Empire.
Well, he had nothing but time now. Might as well find out.
The first meditation was troublesome. Sitting, he had no patience so he tried a floating meditation. Failing that, he moved on to a moving mediation while he recalibrated the sub-space ion drives of his ship, yet again with no success. Disgusted with himself, he gave up and went to watch the stars streak by; which oddly enough calmed his mind.
As the stars slowed, he realized he was in a meditative state and slowed his breathing. Closing his eyes, he felt the Force like an old friend; wholesome and welcoming. He felt himself rise above the chair and small objects begin to orbit him, his datapad, a holobook his wife had given him to read, a clay dragon his son had made, the string mandala his daughter had woven; all the signs of his life.
The Force took him deeper into its hold, carrying him past his ship. In darkness he floated, confused. A sense of dread filled the void and deep within him the horror of experiencing his parents death awoke.
Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Lost in the Force vision, Quin clung to the ancient Jedi Code he has made his own. Out in the darkness, there is an asteroid and he is falling towards it. It becomes a space station and there is danger there. Immense, implacable and cold.
Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony.
He is in the space station now, though he knows not how. There is a clacking; metallic and merciless. Cold eyes glow in the darkness and a sense of dread, greater than any he has ever felt, fills his heart. He reaches for his lightsaber but it is not there. A frantic grab to his other side and his blaster is missing as well. Droids come and walk right by him as if he did not exist, droids which he knows will murder all within the nearby sector of space, Sith space, and continue beyond; system upon system upon system. Droids which are guarded by Republic forces.
Death, yet the Force.
Gasping, he is back on the bridge of the Wampa's Paw, confused by all he had experienced. Was it real? He had no experience with visions from the Force. It was not one of his talents back when he was a Jedi, so why would he be having one now? Is this something that was going to happen? No, there was no Republic and the ships were wrong for the Rebellion; too new and far too old in design. Ibani's time? That made even less sense. Not for the first, nor last, time he wished he had Master Tholme to talk to. Heck, even Kenobi would be a help.
