Mace silently made his way down the repulsorlifts to the first floor of the Jedi Temple. He walked into the Temple's garden, still pondering the meaning of his vision.
"A little late for a stroll, isn't it Master Windu?" said a voice behind him. Mace smiled. "Yes, I... guess it is, Vergere." "Couldn't sleep?" she asked as he turned to face her. He nodded. "Yes, me neither." she said. "With the whole war and everything, it's all a little much." They began to walk along the path.
"So", Vergere said, "why couldn't you sleep?" "What? Oh..." replied Mace, still lost in thought. "I was... having visions." Vergere raised a feathery eyebrow. "What sort of visions?"
Mace was immediately snapped out of his trance. He turned and looked at her properly for the first time that night. Her face and beak were pure white, with the exception of her red eyes, typical of Fosh females. A long, hair-like crest of feathers grew from the top and back of her avian head. Her purplish hands and feet sported gray claws, and the rest of her was under her brown Jedi robe. But her unusual appearance was not the reason Mace held her in high regard. She had an uncanny ability to converse through the Force with a variety of exotic animals, plants, and organisms of all sorts.
"Master Windu?" Vergere asked again, "What kind of visions were you having?". He sighed and told her what he could remember of his subconscious encounter with the planet.
When he was done, her eyes were wide and glazed over. "A... a living planet?" she stammered. "A living planet that may help us win the war." Mace corrected. She said, "I- I've heard stories, but... never anything like this... do you think it's real?"
"If it is," Mace said, "we must not let the Separatists have it." "Oh, of course, Master!" Vergere said. "It would be pivotal to the war! Did your dream indicate who reached the planet first?" she asked. "No. And that," Mace replied, "is what worries me."
"A little late for a stroll, isn't it Master Windu?" said a voice behind him. Mace smiled. "Yes, I... guess it is, Vergere." "Couldn't sleep?" she asked as he turned to face her. He nodded. "Yes, me neither." she said. "With the whole war and everything, it's all a little much." They began to walk along the path.
"So", Vergere said, "why couldn't you sleep?" "What? Oh..." replied Mace, still lost in thought. "I was... having visions." Vergere raised a feathery eyebrow. "What sort of visions?"
Mace was immediately snapped out of his trance. He turned and looked at her properly for the first time that night. Her face and beak were pure white, with the exception of her red eyes, typical of Fosh females. A long, hair-like crest of feathers grew from the top and back of her avian head. Her purplish hands and feet sported gray claws, and the rest of her was under her brown Jedi robe. But her unusual appearance was not the reason Mace held her in high regard. She had an uncanny ability to converse through the Force with a variety of exotic animals, plants, and organisms of all sorts.
"Master Windu?" Vergere asked again, "What kind of visions were you having?". He sighed and told her what he could remember of his subconscious encounter with the planet.
When he was done, her eyes were wide and glazed over. "A... a living planet?" she stammered. "A living planet that may help us win the war." Mace corrected. She said, "I- I've heard stories, but... never anything like this... do you think it's real?"
"If it is," Mace said, "we must not let the Separatists have it." "Oh, of course, Master!" Vergere said. "It would be pivotal to the war! Did your dream indicate who reached the planet first?" she asked. "No. And that," Mace replied, "is what worries me."
