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A planet, covered with lush forests, mountains floating above the surface, molten caverns leading further into the planet's core and hills littered with glowing crystals sticking out of it. Thresco saw himself walking on the surface, wandering through the forests by day, only to watch as the ground blackened, the trees turned to an ephemeral blue state that lacked any leaves as the plants and bushes retreated into the ground, only to turn back once the light of day rose from behind the mountains. It was in those very same mountains that he could see a large monastery, temple or cathedral, being unsure as to which of the three it truly was. A moment later, he saw himself walking through the large building, looking up at the large blue sphere of energy floating near the tip of the spire. When he looked down, he saw a large circle, divided into a black and a white half, both having long triangle of the opposite color running through the center. It was undoubtedly meant to symbolize the darkness and the light, as well as the fact that one would not be able to exist without the other. It was at that same moment that he experienced a powerful sensation running from his toes up to the tip of his nose. Watching closely as a yellow and red light appeared on either side, a woman and a man appeared. Pointing their fingers at him, they spoke only the words "Find us." before a bright light enveloped all that he could perceive, moments before the Mandalorian awoke from his slumber.
It had been some time since he had met with a member of the Sith, the first time when someone shed some light on the topic of the Force. Since that time, he now knew that he had in fact been born with a high midi-chlorian count in his body, leaving him with quite a few things to think about. While it had allowed him to know that the awfully realistic dreams he had been having were in fact visions given to him by the Force itself, he had also learned that these very same visions would not always come to be exactly as they had been presented. What was more important than that was that his connection to the Force meant that he was meant for greater things than just smuggling and scamming across the galaxy. It had presented itself with quite the conundrum, for on one hand, he had been making a living for himself and his self-made family by doing the things that were generally frowned upon. On the other hand, becoming a Jedi had been something he had been training for for years. Hell, it was the sole reason why his clan had been murdered in an attempt to find him. In more ways than one, he owed it to those that had died protecting him from the people that had been looking for him to delve deeper into his connection to the thing that had ruined his early life, the Force.
Specific visits to other places in the galaxy had been rather pointless, though a particular visit to a space station in the outer rim had allowed him to figure out a thing or two about the force while trying to get rid of some Sith relics. Aside from that, his visit and temporary stay on Kesh had allowed him to delve even deeper into the power he had inside of him. It was by following a new dream, or Force Vision as they had been classified as, that he had chosen to head deeper into Wild Space in search of something... different. Not long after he had left Kesh, he had taken over flying from Torgost and started following the vibe he was getting. Believing that it was the Force telling him where to go, he could no longer really tell whether he was flying on instinct, was following the Force or if the two were really more of the same. After all, he had learned that through the midi-chlorians in his body, the Force was capable of speaking to those that knew how to listen. By listening, he had learned that he had to follow these hunches and vibes he got, even if they sometimes seemed like they might lead him astray or might show him an incomplete or false future, just like the one in which he got killed by setting himself on fire.
At moments like these, he felt like all he could do was believe in himself and have faith in the Force not leading him on a wild chase across the less explored regions of the galaxy. And if flying aimlessly across Wild Space while wasting a ton of fuel was not having faith, than he wouldn't know what was. While his visions had showed him a planet that seemed rather different from any other he had seen as a smuggler, the thing he saw in front of him was most certainly not a planet. Even in Wild Space, a place so close that it was actually just about as far as one could go before leaving the furthest reaches of the galaxy, the Mandalorian had never imagined that he would find something so peculiar in nature. At first he believed it to be a massive red space cube, though closer inspection proved that it was in fact a rhombohedron made out of metal. His first guess was that it was some kind of alien space station, and that he had made some kind of mistake. Even so, the peculiar feeling he was getting from it matched the sensation he had experienced from it while in his dream vision. Somewhere in that cube, or rhombohedron, there were two very specific sensations that called out to him so strongly that he could not shake it. Thankfully, it was because he could not shake it that he was capable of following it all the way to his destination.
Where as another vision had told him to meet Solan on Kesh, there was something innately different about this one, as it seemed like it was something he was not producing of his own will, but something he was forcefully experiencing, a vision of someone else's creation. After following the hunch that had taken him straight to Solan, it had been this particular dream that had come to him for at least a week, sometimes even several times a night. What that told him was that the Force must truly have absolutely nothing better to do than to push him from one place to the other while allowing him little to no sleep at all. It was a most bothersome feeling, though it made him feel important as well, to be chosen by the Force to go on these seemingly random trips across the galaxy, even though he really only had a limited understanding into the ways of the Force. He was not like the Jedi that had been trained their entire lives to serve it, or like the Sith that were hellbent on shaping it for their own needs and purposes. As such, all Thresco could do was to go with his gut feeling and do whatever it was that he needed to do. After some much needed time alone, the Mandalorian turned on Torgost, allowing it to run its systems and fly the ship while Thresco himself paced up and down the cockpit. The closer he got to the strange object ahead of him, the stronger both the peaceful and soothing, as well as the spiteful and destructive sensations became, making him want to turn around and make a run for it in Hyperspace.
"Torgost, are you getting any readings from this place? I can tell by looking at that... thing, that it is made out of a metal alloy, though I have never heard of any space station this far out in wild space. While my eyes tell me that thing is a space station, there is something else inside of me that tells me it is something far different from anything I have ever seen before. What can you tell me about it?".
"Judging by my readings, there is nothing present at your designated location. Would you still wish to proceed as normal?".
As soon as the words were spoken, something rocked the ship, causing Thresco to lose his footing and fall back. Hitting his head against the metallic interior, he had lost consciousness before he even properly dropped to the floor. Normally, Torgost would fly the ship away from any potential harm, though it seemed that the initial shock that had sent the Mandalorian into an unconscious state had also knocked out everything on board, including Torgost. Incapable of getting away, the ship slowly drifted towards the red metal rhombohedron as it started to open itself up. Showing a brilliant white light that would have blinded anyone that stared into it, it was as if the ship had been caught in a tractor beam. Pulling him into the opening inside of the strange object, Thresco and the Jiriad Kadiilir soon disappeared from sight as nothing but the red object remained. While unconscious, Thresco again found himself walking through the massive building that seemed like it was dedicated to both darkness and light. When the man and the woman showed up again, he noticed for the first time that they were similar to humans in many ways, but were truly something else entirely. Pointing their fingers at him again, the chanted the same thing again before the blinding light blinded him.
"Find us.".
It had been some time since he had met with a member of the Sith, the first time when someone shed some light on the topic of the Force. Since that time, he now knew that he had in fact been born with a high midi-chlorian count in his body, leaving him with quite a few things to think about. While it had allowed him to know that the awfully realistic dreams he had been having were in fact visions given to him by the Force itself, he had also learned that these very same visions would not always come to be exactly as they had been presented. What was more important than that was that his connection to the Force meant that he was meant for greater things than just smuggling and scamming across the galaxy. It had presented itself with quite the conundrum, for on one hand, he had been making a living for himself and his self-made family by doing the things that were generally frowned upon. On the other hand, becoming a Jedi had been something he had been training for for years. Hell, it was the sole reason why his clan had been murdered in an attempt to find him. In more ways than one, he owed it to those that had died protecting him from the people that had been looking for him to delve deeper into his connection to the thing that had ruined his early life, the Force.
Specific visits to other places in the galaxy had been rather pointless, though a particular visit to a space station in the outer rim had allowed him to figure out a thing or two about the force while trying to get rid of some Sith relics. Aside from that, his visit and temporary stay on Kesh had allowed him to delve even deeper into the power he had inside of him. It was by following a new dream, or Force Vision as they had been classified as, that he had chosen to head deeper into Wild Space in search of something... different. Not long after he had left Kesh, he had taken over flying from Torgost and started following the vibe he was getting. Believing that it was the Force telling him where to go, he could no longer really tell whether he was flying on instinct, was following the Force or if the two were really more of the same. After all, he had learned that through the midi-chlorians in his body, the Force was capable of speaking to those that knew how to listen. By listening, he had learned that he had to follow these hunches and vibes he got, even if they sometimes seemed like they might lead him astray or might show him an incomplete or false future, just like the one in which he got killed by setting himself on fire.
At moments like these, he felt like all he could do was believe in himself and have faith in the Force not leading him on a wild chase across the less explored regions of the galaxy. And if flying aimlessly across Wild Space while wasting a ton of fuel was not having faith, than he wouldn't know what was. While his visions had showed him a planet that seemed rather different from any other he had seen as a smuggler, the thing he saw in front of him was most certainly not a planet. Even in Wild Space, a place so close that it was actually just about as far as one could go before leaving the furthest reaches of the galaxy, the Mandalorian had never imagined that he would find something so peculiar in nature. At first he believed it to be a massive red space cube, though closer inspection proved that it was in fact a rhombohedron made out of metal. His first guess was that it was some kind of alien space station, and that he had made some kind of mistake. Even so, the peculiar feeling he was getting from it matched the sensation he had experienced from it while in his dream vision. Somewhere in that cube, or rhombohedron, there were two very specific sensations that called out to him so strongly that he could not shake it. Thankfully, it was because he could not shake it that he was capable of following it all the way to his destination.
Where as another vision had told him to meet Solan on Kesh, there was something innately different about this one, as it seemed like it was something he was not producing of his own will, but something he was forcefully experiencing, a vision of someone else's creation. After following the hunch that had taken him straight to Solan, it had been this particular dream that had come to him for at least a week, sometimes even several times a night. What that told him was that the Force must truly have absolutely nothing better to do than to push him from one place to the other while allowing him little to no sleep at all. It was a most bothersome feeling, though it made him feel important as well, to be chosen by the Force to go on these seemingly random trips across the galaxy, even though he really only had a limited understanding into the ways of the Force. He was not like the Jedi that had been trained their entire lives to serve it, or like the Sith that were hellbent on shaping it for their own needs and purposes. As such, all Thresco could do was to go with his gut feeling and do whatever it was that he needed to do. After some much needed time alone, the Mandalorian turned on Torgost, allowing it to run its systems and fly the ship while Thresco himself paced up and down the cockpit. The closer he got to the strange object ahead of him, the stronger both the peaceful and soothing, as well as the spiteful and destructive sensations became, making him want to turn around and make a run for it in Hyperspace.
"Torgost, are you getting any readings from this place? I can tell by looking at that... thing, that it is made out of a metal alloy, though I have never heard of any space station this far out in wild space. While my eyes tell me that thing is a space station, there is something else inside of me that tells me it is something far different from anything I have ever seen before. What can you tell me about it?".
"Judging by my readings, there is nothing present at your designated location. Would you still wish to proceed as normal?".
As soon as the words were spoken, something rocked the ship, causing Thresco to lose his footing and fall back. Hitting his head against the metallic interior, he had lost consciousness before he even properly dropped to the floor. Normally, Torgost would fly the ship away from any potential harm, though it seemed that the initial shock that had sent the Mandalorian into an unconscious state had also knocked out everything on board, including Torgost. Incapable of getting away, the ship slowly drifted towards the red metal rhombohedron as it started to open itself up. Showing a brilliant white light that would have blinded anyone that stared into it, it was as if the ship had been caught in a tractor beam. Pulling him into the opening inside of the strange object, Thresco and the Jiriad Kadiilir soon disappeared from sight as nothing but the red object remained. While unconscious, Thresco again found himself walking through the massive building that seemed like it was dedicated to both darkness and light. When the man and the woman showed up again, he noticed for the first time that they were similar to humans in many ways, but were truly something else entirely. Pointing their fingers at him again, the chanted the same thing again before the blinding light blinded him.
"Find us.".