"So, you've been having visions?" Odin asked.
Odin was a stout man. He was wide and muscular, yet short and old. Long silver hair fell down from his helm and mingled with his silver beard. His most prominent feature was the scar that went from his right brow to his right cheek, and the lack of his right eye. Myrrdin didn't like to look at at Odin's eye, but thankfully he couldn't see his face. They were sitting in Odin's home, and the light from the window cast a beam of light like a spot light across Odin's back. All that Myrrdin could see was the stout man's black silhouette.
"Yes, I believe so...." Myrrdin replied from his recliner.
"And the way you described your visions.... very unusual...." Odin put his head in his hand. "they seam to be from the viewpoint of a sith."
"yes, well, I guess that that was the best way for the force to show me what will happen." Myrrdin tried to keep his voice from wavering. He didn't want to believe that the vision had been of his won future, but the fear kept slithering it's way back into his mind like a persistent leach.
"Hmm. I sense a great amount of fear in you, my boy." Odin said as he tilted his head to the side. "You should tell me what is wrong, Myrrdin."
"W-well, you see, I fear that this vision may be of the future. My future." He replied anxiously.
Odin chuckled at this. "Do not worry, my boy. that is impossible."
"What do you mean?" Myrrdin asked, a sudden curiosity in his eyes.
"I mean that it cannot be the future, because it is the past." Odin said with an unseen smile. "In your vision, you saw two human Republican Jedi and three non-human Senators, correct?"
"Yes...."
"well, on the spaceport of Catacrom four, The Decapodian Senator was murdered, and then the Neimoidian Senator and the Calamari Senator were killed soon after. They were being protected by Two Jedi, Parvatti and his Padawan Ezio, who were killed in the crossfire." Odin told him. "I got the report in my mail a few hours ago. The only survivor. a malandorian Mercinary, claims that The assassin was a Sith. he was red skinned and had tatoos, so We can assume that he was a Keisharthi Sith "
Myrrdin looked down as relief washed over him. It was a while before he looked up again.
"I see, but why would I have a vision of that at all if it already happened?" the boy asked. "Why would the Force have me view it if I could not prevent their deaths?"
"I do not know." Odin replied. "the force works in mysterious ways. perhaps you the Force revealed something to you that no one else saw, and you simply did not realize it. Perhaps it was irrelevant. We cannot control what visions we see, otherwise we would see everything at once, and know everything at once."
"But isn't that what We, the Istari are trying to achieve?" Myrrdin asked. "Aren't we trying to meditate until we reach the state of enlightenment were we see all and know all?"
"Some of us are." Odin admitted. "some of us are trying to see the universe in all it's detail, while the rest of us are trying to save it from the darkness, which, by the way, is darker then it has been in the last thousand years."
Myrrdin frowned at this, but he continued. "So, then, there is nothing I can do to save those senators, but do you think that there may be any reason that I received that vision?"
"Well, this is a unique case." Odin replied. "You are unique yourself, what with your arm, and your status as the youngest Istari. right now, there is a controversy over why the senators died. The Neimiodians had made themselves an enemy of the Sith due to their oppression, and The Mon Calamri were an enemy of the Dark Empire since they started to deny them Arius. But The Decapodians are innocent. Some theorize that Zoidbun's death was an accident; that, like the Jedi, he was caught in the crossfire. But Ziodburn was the first to die, when he was isolated from everyone else. The Assassin would not have diverted to kill Zoidburn unless he was a target, because the Assassin himself was force sensitive, and thus, would know that killing The Senator would blow his cover and take away the element of surprise. What troubles me the most, however, is the fact that the Holonet press refuse to look into this. Decapod Ten is a nation that gives the Sith no grievances. In fact, they seam to be giving Chairman Ballal grievances, because they are refusing to mine for Imulsion, a resource that is very valuable to the republic, yet mining it does serious damage to the ecosystem...."
"Master Odin, you're trailing off from the main focus." Myrrdin interjected. I thought that the Assassin was a Keisharthi Sith. Why would they assist the Empire after the battle of Keeshin? The entire world was lost to madness less then a decade ago, so why would they help each other now?"
"Yes, that is another predicament." Odin said. "but don't worry too much about that. I have a mission for you and Morgan."
Odin took a holophone and showed Myrrdin a picture of a Republican Star Destroyer. " Ballal has announced that he will be sending a fleet on a galaxy wide mission to comb the galaxy for some Holy Artifact. The mission is simply another over the top project that he uses to boost his own ego, but his time he may actually be stepping the line. He is sending certian Ships to a neutral region in the Outer rim. Both Keisharthi Sith and the Empire have been vying for this space, and I fear that the introduction of Republican ships to this hotzone may invoke a couple of skirmishes, which may grow into a full scale Galactic War."
"I see, but what exactly can Morgan and I do in that situation, though?" Myrrdin asked.
"I will brief Morgan on the mission myself, but I can tell you that I want you to look out for my old friend Elyan Agravaine." Odin told him. "He is a reasonable man, unilke Ballal and half the men on his council. He has been assigned to go out towards the warzone region in Search for the artifact. Shadow Elayn, watch his back. There will be enemies of his on both sides. Understood?"
"Yes, Master Odin. I understand." Myrrdin said before bowing and standing up to leave.
"Oh, and before I forget, Myrrdin...."
Myrrdin turned around.
"I want you to know that it's not heritage or bloodlines that make a man. A man's heart is defined by the actions he does, not by were he comes from."
"Thank you Master Odin, but I don't think I have to worry about that." the young man replied over his shoulder. "After all, I came from nowhere."