3. Dantooine: Ghosts from the Past
Vhiran knelt down at the crystal formation. In this one the young Jedi Knight had taken a particular interest, and not merely because of its odd placement, completely on its own and isolated from any of the other crystals in the cave. It was a small formation, its size not even greatly surpassing that of a single cut crystal, yet it seemed to radiate with some strange energy, a power unlike the much larger clusters of crystals. The power, Vhiran thought, had to be connected to the placement and size in some way. For a lone formation this old looking and seemingly untouched, yet at the same time so small, he could not think of any other explanation. The young man sat down in crossed-leg position and gave the short hilt in his hand another look. He smiled. Throughout their stay in the caves on Dantooine, he had, next to training his Padawan, spent his time in a way he did not only find enjoyable, but which would also prove valuable once the time for retaliation against the Empire came. With materials collected and delivered to him by Ghost, the loyal Alpha Squad commando who was stationed on the planet and kept them hidden from the Imperials, Vhiran had been crafting several lightweapons, something he found he had a knack for ever since he created his first lightsaber. With every completed hilt he searched the caves for a fitting crystal to power and complete the weapon. Several projects had he successfully finished, from a standard one bladed lightsaber to more complicated designs such as a double-bladed weapon, a lightspear and even a dual-phase lightsaber, a weapon of which the blade’s length could be adjusted to nearly that of his own body. The one he was holding right now was by far his favourite however; a short silver and black coloured hilt, a lightknife once completed. Despite its heavy look the hilt lay surprisingly light in the hand and was easy to grip. The intricate runic decorations he had carved into it made the weapon not only a formidable one but also quite a beauty to behold. Vhiran was very fond of this particular creation and wanted nothing but an excellent crystal as its power source. This one.
Putting the hilt under his robe and closing his eyes, Vhiran focussed on the source of the crystal formation’s power. As his focus became stronger, so did the power. Then, a bright flash of light appeared in his mind. He remained unmoved, kept his eyes closed. This sort of thing happened to him more often. He was a Bodisei after all, a species known for their incredible talent in both foresight and post-cognition, and while Vhiran could not yet control it fully, he was long used to it and aware of whenever another vision was shown to him. He waited. The light faded, making place for the view of a dark barren land, and a ruin of what appeared to have been a temple. On top of one the broken walls Vhiran could see a silhouette of a crouched figure. It was a slim figure, rather short. Its left hand was placed before it on the wall beneath, while the right held on to something on its back, though Vhiran could not see what. In the middle of the ruins another figure stood. This one he could see clearer; a man, tall and broad, with a pale skin, short white hair, and a pair of glowing yellow eyes. He carried a large scar diagonally across his face and past his eyes, and under a long coat he wore a simple loose shirt and pants. The man’s appearance looked familiar. His skin, his hair, his eyes; all seemed to point in the same direction. A Bodisei?