Bastila:

            I was surrounded by worn limestone pillars.  The dim light cast deep shadows across the stone.  Was it a temple?  A necropolis?  I had never been there but I was being guided towards the heart of the structure.  Past the glyphs carved deeply into the limestone, ignore the ancient droid in the main room, the center held everything that I would seek.

            The heavy stone door slid open with a groan and before me was…  I tried to choke the gasp in my throat.  I was so afraid that they would see me.  It was Malak, only he wasn't the Dark Lord yet, but a nervous Jedi Knight.  Malak's skin was a healthy shade of pink and he still had his original jaw.  He was being urged forward by a silent Revan.

            "You don't need to do this." I murmured.

            But they couldn't hear me.  They were transfixed by a hulking piece of machinery.

            "Star Forge."

            Star Forge?  Is that what lured them to the Dark Side?  What were these ruins and more importantly, where were they?  The Masters would definitely want to know of this vital puzzle piece.

            I glanced around the dusty floors, I looked for any piece of information that I could steal away with.  The glyphs!  I stared at them until my eyes ached, devoting memory to the alien lines...

            I bolted upright and my forehead crashed into the low ceiling of the bunk.  I immediately fell back from where I came.  To my right in the Ebon Hawk's crew quarters, Rian and Mission were both deep in sleep.  Mission snored loudly, while Rian thrashed, probably having nightmares like my own.

            I shivered as I slid from the bunk.  I needed to speak with the Masters before Rian woke.  I collected my Jedi robe folded neatly at the foot for the bed.  The simple worn material felt soothing as I secured it around myself at the waist.  I crept quietly from the room as to not wake the others.

            Carth was already up in the main room.  He was scowling over a cup of caffa, the rings under his eyes looked particularly harsh in the unforgiving light that the Ebon Hawk had.

            "Are you alright?" he asked.

            "I'm fine." I snipped.  "I must speak to the council at once."

            "I made some caffa if you want any." Carth offered.  "It's not the best, but it's better than what Zaalbar concocted yesterday."

            "No thank you." I declined.  "I need to talk to the Jedi Masters immediately.  When Rian wakes up, I would appreciate it if you directed her towards the Masters as well."

            Carth gave a lazy nod and turned back to his caffa.  I bit my lip and hurried from the Ebon Hawk.

            Dantooine's two moons were clearly visible overhead, but dawn was lurking.  Dew kissed the yellowed grass as I walked towards the enclave.  Deesra once again met me at the door.  I bowed before him.

            "You look distressed, Padawan." he noted.

            "Perhaps I am."  I massaged my temple with my hand.  "I must speak with one of the Masters.  It is of the utmost importance."

            Deesra nodded slowly.  "Follow me, Padawan."

            The green-skinned Twi'lek led me through the corridors of the enclave.  It seemed so peaceful here in the early hours.  I inhaled deep breaths of the sweet country air and tried to still my racing heart.

            The only person inside the council hall was Master Vrook.  Ever alert, he gazed at me with his shrewd, dark eyes and walked to the door to greet me.  I don't think that man ever slept.

            "You do not appear to be well rested, young Padawan." he said simply.

            "That is why I have come to speak with you." I admitted.  "I have just had the most unsettling dream."

            "Was it really just a dream that has caused you to rush to me so unkempt?"  Master Vrook's head cocked to one side as he took in my frazzled appearance.  "Or perhaps it was something more."

            I ran a conscious hand through my matted and tangled hair.  "I saw Revan.  And Malak."

            "Tell me of this dream." Master Vrook commanded.

            "I don't even know if it was a dream." I confessed.  "It was too lucid, too real.  They were exploring ruins, maybe it was a temple or a tomb.  They were looking for a Star Forge."

            "Star Forge?"  Master Vrook's eyes narrowed.  "What is this Star Forge?"

            "I don't know."  I wrapped my arms around my ribs.  "Why am I seeing these things anyway?  These visions don't belong to me."

            "You know exactly where they're coming from, child." he snapped.

            "But they can't be coming from Rian!" I protested.  "She doesn't know anything.  Master Zhar promised me that she wouldn't know anything.  She can't!"

            Master Vrook sighed.  Though the man had at least fifty years on me, I had never considered his age prior to the haggard look he gave me.  The skin around his eyes crinkled like parchment paper while his jowls hung loosely.

            "You will wait here while I go fetch the other Masters."  Master Vrook turned from me.  "I fear without their presence my opinions of recent events will cloud any advice I would give you."

            I watched the old man leave.  His lightsaber brushed the side of his waist where it had been clipped to his belt, while his sandaled feet shuffled along the tiled floor.  I found it strange that such an aged man would still have need of a lightsaber; it was probably just for show.  He was still too stubborn to use a cane.

            As he left, I looked around for something to occupy myself with.  The room itself was devoid of any furniture or accessories.  All I had to amuse myself with was the sterile walls.

            I began to finger comb my hair.  My stomach gurgled, but I ignored it.  There would be time to eat later; I had more important things on my mind.

            It must have been a good twenty standard minutes that I stood by myself.  The door finally opened and Master Vrook was followed by the other three.  I bowed deeply in front of the Masters.

            "Master Vrook has informed us that you have had an important vision." Master Vandar said.

            I nodded and with their permission reiterated what I had told Master Vrook.  While Masters Zhar and Vandar kept their faces indecipherable, I was relieved that both Vrook and Dorak wore their expressions plainly.  Master Vrook's agitation, albeit tightly bottled, had begun to mount, while Master Dorak openly displayed his fascination with my tale.

            "Could you describe the glyphs that you saw in the dream?" Master Dorak asked.

            "They were like nothing I've ever seen before." I replied.

            I tried my best to explain the glyphs to Master Dorak.  When words and hand gestures failed Master Zhar gave me a piece of chalk.  I was instructed to sketch the glyph onto the tile floor.

            Master Dorak eyed my handiwork critically before he slowly nodded.  "Interesting." he mused.

            "You said that you received these visions through Rian Vega?" Master Zhar questioned.

            "But that can't be possible." I protested.  "She's not supposed to know anything.  You said she wouldn't."

            "Perhaps the Jedi Masters aren't as infallible as they pretend to be." Master Vrook said darkly.

            "We have discussed your contempt for the issue at hand already, Master Vrook." Master Vandar cut in sharply.  "There is no other way."

            The muscles along Master Vrook's jaw tightened, but he remained silent.  There was a sinking sensation in my entrails that reminded me of how dark and sickly I had felt upon first laying eyes on Rian Vega.  I dreaded what the Masters would tell me.  I hugged myself.  My feet were on the ground.