Galen Zaun marched down the hallway of the Jedi Temple, curious as to why he was called to meet personally with the Council.
Sunlight was streaming in the windows, casting long sheathes of light on the floor, met by even longer shadows stretching out from the early morning light. The darkness and the light, so contrasted.
Galen shook his head clear of the thought as he moved forward.
He was trying not to speed to his destination. Other Jedi were throughout the area and they were not hurrying. They were moving slowly and serenely, talking idly to themselves or just enjoying the sunlight. Men, Women, and assorted sentient species.
He reached the end of the hall way and a young woman was leaning against the wall, her hip jutted out to one side as she studied a file before her. Her hair came down covering one of her eyes, deep brown. She could not have been more then eighteen years of age.
She noticed him and nodded at him, he nodded back.
He made the last couple of steps to the turbo lift in a rush, and then waved his hand across the door controls. It did not work, the door was still unmoving before him. He scowled at the control and then added a bit of force power as he waved again, the door popped open with a whoosh of air and gears.
He entered.
The door closed and he went shooting up all the way to the top of the Jedi Temple. He started to tap his foot impatiently on the floor as he was a bit nervous at being summoned before the Jedi Council like this.
He arrived, he twisted around moving to face the door, and composed himself in a more formal posture as he marched out, the door parting before him.
He met face to face with the twelve Councilors. Some looked bored, some looked interested, and some looked impassive.
But the Force Energy in the room positively crackled in the air, revealing that the twelve Masters were tense and on edge, despite their outward expressions.
"So glad that you could join us, Master Zaun." The Grand Master of the Order said from his seat in the middle of the group.
Galen bowed deeply despite the veiled insult.
"I was summoned before this body." He said simply, glancing sideways at each one of the Masters in turn, they were staring at him curiously.
"I would assume that you know of the threat that is going on in the distant Galaxy?" One of the order, to the Grand Masters direct right, said darkly.
"I am aware." Galen Zaun said, feeling stupid that the thought did not occur to him before.
"We want to send you on a mission, to investigate and eliminate the threat." The youngest of the group, a woman, said on the absolute left of the group.
"Me? Why?" Galen said in slight surprise.
"Because five Jedi have been killed in the attacks." The Master of the right said, then continued "and of all the Jedi currently here, you have spent the most time in that Galaxy."
"And a force sensitive involved, the council suspects."
"Interesting. A Sith?" Galen said, his mouth quirking in slight amusement at the thought.
"If that is the case, then ascertain it, we must." The Grand Master said gravely.
Galen bowed intending to leave.
But he was stopped, "Your mission is to ascertain the exact nature of the threat, use any means at your disposal, talk to any towns person, any lord, and anyone in the New Territories. Use any means in your task, if the threat is too great summon the local Master and he will send you all the reinforcement that you require to meet the threat. This is of gravest matter to the Jedi."
Galen bowed and left.
"What do you think?" The second master said.
"Dark and dangerous this could be. Galen Zaun's mission could be of the gravest importance to our order. Lead to war, this could." The Grand Master said.
The Council shifted uncomfortably in their plush seats, not wanting to fight another war after nearly three hundred years of peace. The thought of war terrified them.
Jedi Starfighter Docking Bay
Galen Zaun arrived in the tall hangar bay that housed the Order's many kinds of Star Fighters. He looked around the room, the hangar doors were open and the sun was pouring into the room. Few Jedi was here, and most of those were working on their star fighters. Being mechanics and performing routine checks.
He arrived at his personal bird, and found a young Duros waiting for him.
"Master Zaun." He said bowing. "Here is the information for your mission. He said handing over a datapad.
Zaun bowed and then glanced at it.
His mission was not due to start for a few days yet.
He grinned at that. He had just enough time to run home and seeā¦.her.
He shifted uncomfortably and glanced at the Duros, hoping that the young Jedi was not strong enough to penetrate his thoughts and read them.
The Duros was looking away, staring bored at the far wall.
"Thank you youngling, that was good of you. You may go."
The Duros grinned. "Thank you Master Zaun." He then skipped off.
The old Master smiled serenely after the youngling watching him go.
He then turned to his fighter, stroking its smooth, cold, and Delta surface. "Well my old friend, its time to go again, the Council has given us another mission to accomplish." He murmured quietly at it.
He then leapt up into the opening cockpit, manipulating the controls so a Tan and Yellow colored droid came down and instead itself in its hole, tweeting loudly letting the pilot know that a connection had been made.
Galen and the droid went through the pre checks of the system, making sure it was fully armed and fully fueled. It was, and he smiled satisfied putting on the head set.
He then flipped on the engines and the ship whined and then hummed, growing quieter with each passing second. Satisfied that he hit the right tempo, he released the mag gear.
The ship hovered on the deck, its rupulsorlift coils firing as it stayed there.
He twisted the control stick, and the ancient star fighter lifting off the ground and towards the open bay, speeding up through the skyline of Coruscant, and then out into space.
When he was far enough away from the planet he jumped to hyperspace, speeding towards his home world, Corellia.
