HP:Lost and longing

She was attempting to meditate as her ship took her towards Nar Shaddaa. She had grudgingly accepted Dooku's mission to track down some slicer and retrieve him.

Of course, she would first discover everything the slicer knew so she would be aware of exactly why Dooku wanted them so badly. She knew it was unlikely to be a completely pointless mission unless he just intended to have her killed. Such a possibility always existed with her 'Master', so she was sure to always plan multiple escape routes and contingencies on every mission she accepted from the old man who had ruined her life even further than it already was before he got his hands on her head.

The mission would likely be problematic, regardless of whatever betrayals the Sith had planned for her this time on a mission. She was not unaware of the turmoil around Jedi on the Hutt moon. So she knew she would have to have her guard up at all times.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she abruptly felt the Force smash over her, causing her to gasp out loud. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate her anger to push it away but it was no use. If anything the wave of Force washing through her was even more forceful when she tried to embrace the false anger which Dooku's cerebral implants enflamed within her mind..

Assajj Ventress had never felt anything like it before in her life, it was as if the Force was pressing on her, judging her and finding her wanting.

She found herself curled on her side as the wave of the Force passed. She slowly pushed herself up and put her fingers to her brow. She had never felt a disturbance of that magnitude in her life. Even when around Dooku, someone she resolved never again to refer to as Master, at least in her own mind, he had never displayed such power.

She thought about contacting Dooku to find out if he knew about the disturbance, when she stayed her hand. She was not responsible for what he did or did not know about. Besides, a disturbance that large, there was no doubt he was aware of it just the same as she was.

From looking at the chronometer, she knew the old fool would likely be eating his dinner. She could only hope he choked on it. Maybe, just for once, the Force would grant her a boon and allow the old man to die face first in his expensive food.

Pushing aside that enjoyable preponderance, she realized he might not have knowledge of what caused the disturbance. Ventress resolved to do her own investigating to see if she could figure it out. Maybe whatever it was would be the leverage to finally kill Dooku, and place her closer onto the path of her ultimate goal to kill his Master as well. Masters all over the galaxy halted their actions, or were abruptly forced to stop because of the massive break in concentration the disturbance caused.

Some to disastrous results.

Master J'oopi Shé was piloting his Jedi Fighter into dock on a ship when the wave hit. He was concentrating on attempting to land when his entire body jerked from the wave of magic. The sudden spasm caused Master Sh é to suddenly drive forward and crash his fighter into the docking bay. Rescue troops took almost four minutes to retrieve the Kadas'sa Nikto Jedi Master from the fighter. They succeeded but not before the Jedi had received severe burns and a large head wound that would cost him his eye, even with the protective ridges around his face. Master Tre'Jin was attempting to scale a cliff at his newly assigned post. He had gotten a few dozen meters above the ground only to tumble to the icy cold ground with a cry of shock. His legs broken from the fall and improper bracing. He sent off an emergency signal to his clone troop scouting party, knowing they would take a few hours to get to him. He was just glad it was daytime and that there was no life on the wretched iceball of a planet. He was sure somehow this was Skywalker's fault.

It wasn't just the Jedi Masters that felt it though. Almost all the Jedi padawans, and even most of the younger initiates and children felt it to some extent. It elicited mass confusion and chaos wherever it went sending most of them with their questions to Masters who had no more answers than they did. Every single member of a single species, most located on a barely populated forest planet used by smugglers as a haven, suddenly lifted their heads and cried out as the wave watched over them, causing them all to feel something they had not since the animal had evolved certain defensive characteristics. When the wave passed, the sub-sentient species instinctively knew they were changed.

A light haired woman was meditating on her small freighter as it hung in space. The freighter had been drifting here, for several months, away from most space lanes and away from places she was likely to be stumbled over.

She was seeking guidance in the Force as she so often did. Of late it hadn't given her any guidance… since her experience at Quetya she had not been guided anywhere. It was most disconcerting for her, to always be so close to the Force and not having it guiding her anywhere.

It was like the Force wasn't ready for her to go anywhere. Like it wanted her to just wait. She understood that sooner or later she would be given direction. However it was a little frustrating, since she knew she could be out among the populations of the stars doing good for different people who needed it.

But if there was one thing she had learned in her long life it was patience. Her thoughts were clear and like she had been doing for the past few months since her near death or death experience, she was reaching out deeply to the Force and communing with the shrouded element that guided her life…

...and then she felt it.

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