The Kel Dorian Council Member stared evenly at Kit Fisto, his eyes behind the mask, unblinking. He spoke not a word to the young Jedi, allowing the rest of the Council to question him. Plo Koon simply studied the subject, feeling his mind.
Kit conversed easily with the Council, telling them of his mission, but he sensed the boring gaze of Plo Koon. He felt himself being picked apart, observed with the utmost care. Kit had rarely spoken to Master Koon; barely knew him; however, there had always been a connection. Slowly he swung his own unblinking gaze to meet that of Plo Koon. When the two pairs of eyes locked, the Chamber became suddenly silent. For several minutes they strove with one another in mind. Finally, Master Koon shifted his eyes to Yoda and simply nodded once. Master Yoda addressed Kit.
"Strong you are in the ways of the Force. The skirmish on Glee Anselm was well settled." He nodded his dismissal and Kit left the Chamber with a slightly unsettled feeling.
"Many things trouble him. Much passed on his planet," Plo Koon stated when the door hissed closed behind Kit.
"Shrouded his thoughts are, yet he does not know it," Yoda agreed.
The Council discussed the resolution of the Glee Anselm disturbance, and briefly touched again upon Kit Fisto himself before dispersing. Masters Yoda and Koon stayed behind, silently conversing in mind.
Troubled his thoughts are, under the surface; as a current under ice. Yoda's voice in Plo Koon's head was strong.
What is hidden there? What was discovered on his home world?
These things we must find out. Yoda nodded resignedly and eased himself out of his chair. As he hobbled across the smooth floor he shot another thought to his friend. These things, he himself does not know. Ask him, we must not. He left, the doors hissing the finality of his words, leaving Plo Koon to ponder in silence.
The nightmare awakened Kit in the wee hours. He sat panting. He could not remember the subject of the dream, only its terror. He let his mind slip into peace, or rather tried. He tried to sense the presence of others, tried to have peace with the Force, but something within him ached. He could not sense the beings in the temple; he could only sense his own unrest. Then he felt the same invasive mind he had striven with at the Council.
Master Koon, please help me! He cried out to the invader. He sagged to the floor as an image flashed across his mind: the sullen faces of a dozen Nautolan. No! He cried in anguish, What have I done? Then he passed out upon the floor.
Plo Koon leapt up from his chair by the window and dashed out the door. He quickly made his way through the corridors to Kit's chambers, summoning several Jedi of the Council as he moved.
"What has happened? What is the disturbance I feel?" Shaak Ti asked through her door.
"Follow," answered Plo Koon.
The Council and several other Masters ringed Kit Fisto. He was floating in a bacta tank. The Jedi were silent, studying their young member. Finally Oppo Rancisis broke the silence with soft words.
"Bring Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi before the Council." With that he left the room, the other Jedi following silently.
"Master, what has happened to Kit?" Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon as they hastened along the corridor to the Council Chamber. "I cannot sense him very well."
Qui-Gon simply placed and hand on his Padawan's shoulder.
The three Jedi stood in the ring of the Council. The clouds outside the transparisteel roiled with the agitation of the Jedi.
"We called you here to discuss your mission at Glee Anselm," Master Yaddle began.
"Masters, surely you know that Kit Fisto led us. Did he not report?" Mace Windu asked.
"He did indeed. However, he is now in a dark coma. He will not respond to the Force," Shaak Ti explained. Obi-Wan shifted nervously. "We need to know what happened in order to properly care for him."
Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "We neutralized the situation with little trouble. The factions now seem at peace. It was not a difficult task." Windu nodded his agreement.
"There was nothing odd about Master Fisto during your time on the planet?"
"Quite the contrary, he was very much at home. He was happier than I have ever seen him. And, as you know, he is a rather cheerful fellow." Again Windu nodded in agreement.
"But, Master," young Kenobi piped up, "he never saw any people he knew."
Qui-Gon patted his Padawan's head, "No one expected him too."
"The Force, on Glee Anselm, was it stable?" Asked Plo Koon.
Mace Windu answered, "I felt no disturbance, Master."
The Council questioned them on many things but found nothing to explain Kit's mysterious coma.
Sometime later Qui-Gon entered Obi-Wan's room to find his Padawan sitting on the floor with his head in his hands.
"Master Fisto's malady troubles you," he said softly as he settled next to the boy. Obi-Wan sniffed and nodded, wiping away a tell-tale tear.
"He is always so active and happy. What happened? Did we do anything wrong?"
"I don't know. I really don't." The Jedi gazed out the window.
"There has to be something we can do, Master." The boy's big blue eyes added weight to his plea.
"I don't know what we can do. He is in the capable hands of the healers and the Council."
"It is just that I cannot sense him! I have never thought about it before. You know, how the Jedi can always sense each other. It's like he is not even a Jedi anymore, he feels just like a regular person."
Qui-Gon Jinn nodded slowly, lost in thought.