Tahla reached over, brushing Trangle's shoulder with her hand. She addressed the other learner in a hushed tone, meant for only him. “Trangle…we’re going to have another chance to rest soon. How are you feeling?”
The Mon Calamari seemed distant, contemplative, as he tore his eyes away from the void of space. His thoughts had been drifting back to the morning...the morning of the dream...
The keel of the Assiduous snapped, and all became white.
The young Mon Calamari jedi awoke, sitting in a meditative pose across from Tahla, wrapped from the neck down in a dingy white all-temperature cloak, legs folded and crossed on the floor of the rusty cargo bay. Trangle became aware, testing his equilibrium, reaching out with his senses to notice his heartbeat was near normal despite the unnerving dream.
Afterall, thought Trangle, at the very end there had been no death, only the Force. There had been no fear, only serenity.
Trangle remained stoic at the caring caress of Tahla's hand, except that his large inquisitive eyes, like oval pools of swimming darkness, blinked gently at her. The small whisker-like tentacles dangling from his chin wiggled as he spoke.
“Tahla, you are more attuned to visions than I.” Trangle's voice was a harsh barking sound, like talking while gargling Turbobeam antiseptic. But his manner was kind, curious, and he was very careful to speak softly of such matters as they trekked the corridor. The Mon Calamari trusted Tahla in all things, and she him, he believed, and so Trangle did not hesitate to seek her counsel on any matter. Especially, on matters of the Force.
“You experienced it too, didn’t you.” His large, cone-shaped fish head shifted slightly with his wide lips parted.
"Stay alert, Trangle," Kadrian whispered to the Mon Cal. The kid was too damn perceptive to be spending his time watching the stars.
Trangle pursed his lips, brow furrowing, reorienting himself to the present. Despite his young age, he was a strong specimen of his race, the largest "tadpole" in the pod. He nodded to Kadrian agreeably. A moment later, though no one was the wiser, Trangle reached out with the Force. He projected his senses forward, down the corridor, detecting awaiting lifeforms and droids, and behind them, observing whether anyone suspicious was following them. Kadrian was right. And especially after the dream, one could not be too careful.
Use the Force (sense surroundings): swift action d20+8= 21.
Perception: d20+15= 31, perceives lifeforms and droids up ahead and behind us, even those with total cover.
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.