[center][b]Aria Blair
Dantooine[/b][/center]

The serenity of the Dantooine life force provided no comfort for the padawan. She passed through the hallways of the enclave without so much as a sound other than her boots brushing against the floor tiles. Aria could not be bothered to respond to the sound of her own name; for she could not hear it. Rather than the cool, gushing water trickling over the rocks in a nearby stream or the laughter of sweet innocent younglings; Aria heard silence and only the voice in the back of her mind. Rise. It said. What did it mean?

Dorak, Vandar, Vrook, Zhar… There were many masters to whom she could turn for answers, especially Zhar. But, an inner feeling stirred at the thought. It didn’t feel right to go to him, or anyone else.

An unsettling truth gnawed upon the deep corridors of her mind then. [i]Master Zhar was incapable of giving her the answers she sought.[/i]

There was only a single person she could turn to, one Master who looked beyond the traditional teachings. But, she was on Coruscant. Aria would have to take leave of her training with Zhar temporarily to seek out what these dreams meant. No, visions; as Arren had told her. She remembered reading the message earlier. 

Visions? Of the future, or perhaps the present?

Not many Jedi she had read about had such an ability as to see the future. What did it mean? Were those people actually dying?

Aria shivered. Flashes of screaming innocents being butchered unceremoniously across bloodstained earth crept back up on her. The horror was beyond her comprehension. 

Lost amidst the stream of images, Aria no longer walked the path of Dantooine with any regard. She looked around; where was she? The people with the feline faces laid in craters; the corpses were fresh. Aria could smell the rotting meat burning from blaster fire smoking up. There were screams, though many had died down. She saw lines of them, cuffed and linked together. They walked in a straight line as the Mandalorian invaders marshaled them like cattle.

Another group lay down on the ground. Five in a line as a Mandalorian in a crimson battle suit used his blaster and shot them each in the head one at a time. The brutality reached out to her, a cold metallic glove glistening with scarlet blood. At the touch she gasped.

It was cold. So cold.

That’s when Aria bumped into Iri, jolted out of the daydream. Dazed, confused. Aria stumbled against a wall before regaining her balance and seeing the woman. 

[center][b]Master Kasari
Coruscant[/b][/center]

When she had heard about Xeviiy being placed into a information gathering mission with the Republic to seek out what the Mandalorians were up to, Kasari had to hold down her agitation. This seemed irresponsible. She had seen her padawan struggle with a difficult test administered at the hands of the one Jedi Master who could provide the questions of faith a brutal Mandalorian warrior could. 

Despite her anger, Kasari accepted the other masters had good reason to do so; and Xeviiy played a part in her assignment. All actions had consequences, large or small. This was how things were, and how they would always be. It was a taste for her apprentice, but she hoped it would not be one that would weigh too heavily on the girl. 

After a period of meditation, Kasari wandered the temple processing her thoughts one to the next and how to move in an efficient manner. Her thoughts were interrupted soon after.

Judging by the look of her and Anna, they were both Republic soldiers.

“Ah, you must be Commander Leon and Lieutenant Sparvic. I’ve recently discovered that my apprentice will be serving under you. No, I’m not rather pleased about these events… But, I feel better knowing she’s following an experienced soldier and a former member of our order. I assume this is about Xeviiy, what can I do for you Commander?”