Yerbol watched helplessly as Kira came to truly realize that her husband was just another casualty of war, a fallen soldier like so many that had sacrificed their lives for the good of civilization. She uttered protests even after Cheriss gave her the news, but eventually she strode past the group of Qyaari, her gait growing faster by the second until she was past the dropships and onto the endless knolls beyond. When Aliel broke the silence that had descended onto the party, Matt responded quietly with affirmation: 
"We find out why Manus would stage a blitzkrieg on a planet that refuses to engage in galactic affairs." His brow furrowed for a moment.
"The Mystics seem like the obvious target...maybe they were hiding some powerful secret he wanted? The Voss are renown for their wisdom and borderline Force sensitivity. Still though, Manus had to know this would be a nigh impossible task to pull off." Yerbol quickly mentioned that the Mystics desired to see the Elders and Champions once the former had all arrived, prompting a quick nod from the Elder.
"I suppose they'll want to at least give us some context for the attack. Or yell at us for bringing a war criminal to their doorstep. Either way, this should be an interesting meeting." 

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Interesting couldn't even begin to describe what the Mystics projected on their holoterminal. 
"Revan." Yerbol managed to whisper the name with reverence without sounding too much like he was about to bow to the hologram. He had read of Revan's plight, how he overcame the darkness from his former life and redeemed himself by slaying Darth Malak. Revan was like a holo-book hero, a larger than life figure that apprentices and padawans secretly aspired to become. A hero that overcame all obstacles. But, as Ari and the others confirmed, his whereabouts dead or alive were long gone. There were some unsubstantiated conspiracy theories on the holonet written by crackpots that Yerbol may or may have not looked at for long periods of time when he was younger, but actual information on where he had gone off to? If he was even still alive? 

Cheriss' question brought the Champion back to the current discussion. The Mystic to the left of the one who spoke first told them:
"Manus Vo was here to find Revan, to isolate him from the rest of the galaxy and learn his secrets. Manus Vo wanted to Revan's teachings to become his own, to enslave the galaxy with them. We would not allow him to do so to a friend of the Voss."  
"That must mean you know where he is, then? Revan?" Matt asked incredulously, hands gripping the circular pedestal so tight that his knuckles turned pale white. The Mystic on the very right chimed in:
"He was here many years ago. His energy, so powerful, still resides within the walls of the Temple, albeit faintly."
"And I assume you can trace that energy somehow?" Matt asked, eyes widening. 
"All life has a string of energy that can be followed, can be seen through past, present and future. We did not follow Revan's string at the behest of our now fallen Masters." Yerbol shot a glance over at Ari and spoke through their bond: 

[i]How long can Voss live again? Because if these Masters interacted with Revan, then that would mean...well, never mind, I'll tell you later.[/i]

As Yerbol ended his sentence, Matt was offering a request to the Mystics:
"I know that your law, your beliefs are of supreme importance to you, but you must try to find him. Somehow, someway. If Revan is still alive, then...then there's a chance that our Order could have access to wisdom far beyond our years." The triage of Mystics exchanged glances with one another before the Mystic in the middle nodded.
"Your Qyaari have done well in defending our planet. One of your own sacrificed much. While our tradition demands that we obey our Masters commands even after their passing, your saving of Voss from both Manus Vo and the Gormak give us the motivation we need, just this once, to disobey." After planting themselves cross-legged on the ground, one spoke: 
"We are weak after Manus demanded much from us. Please lend us your energy so that we may uncover what you are searching for." Without hesitation Yerbol and Matt sat on the cold(!) stone floor as the others joined them. 
"Let go. Feel your energies fill this space." As the Qyaari complied with the directive, Yerbol could feel his mind slowly drifting, his eyes growing heavy. It would be so easy to just fall into a deep-

[i]The ship careened through the atmosphere, blowing past the pillow shaped clouds and soaring into the darkness of space. Almost comforting. 

She looked to him, crystal blue eyes set in determination. He said something, slurred and incomprehensible. 

The ship's hyperdrive throttled to life, throwing it into blackness. Unending blackness. 

The structure floated in the darkness. Menacing. Ominous. Below was a blue and green orb, gleaming like a newly minted coin. Stretching out beyond the orb were others like it. Colors swirling. 

Another structure, similar, remnants floating. Below is another orb, similar again. Familiarity.[/i]

With a gasp for air, Yerbol collapsed forward, forehead planted firmly on the ground in front. The frigid stone cooled his burning forehead, the Champion refusing to rise until he felt like his body temperature wasn't in the thousands. As he began to gather his senses, he could hear others gasping for breath and some muttering from someone close by, although he couldn't make out exactly what was said. He felt a hand grip his arm, Matthew's face greeting him upon looking up. The Elder's pupils were dilated, but other than that, he seemed fine. 
"Come on, try and stand up. Staying down like this is only going to make things worse." 
"Is that..." Yerbol finished the question after he was helped up to his feet. 
"Normal?" 
"With intense vision sharing like this, yes. The Mystics needed more of our energy than I thought, but what we got in return was thought provoking."
"Are they...they still here?" 
"No. I snapped out of the trance with them just a few minutes ago. They could barely hobble out of the room, but they mentioned that we could see them later in the day tomorrow if need be. They had to 'collect themselves'. Kind of like you." Yerbol shot the Elder a menacing glare, to which he chuckled. 
"Oh come on, don't be so sensitive. I was much worse off than you were the first time my Master had me do something like this." As the others regained their composure, Matt offered a proposition:
"I say we reconvene in the morning. We've all had a long enough day without having to sort through that vision. Aliel, Cheriss, you ok with that?" Yerbol stumbled over to his wife, placing a hand on her arm.
"You ok? That was...intense."