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You see the massive figure of the wizened Whiphid in your mind, sitting on the central seat in the council chambers reserved for him. Turok’s robes are plain brown and nondescript, standard among the Jedi; there is nothing special to signify his rank or the two centuries he has spent within the order. The typical loose-fitting silk flows off his mammoth form like a waterfall, hiding the powerful muscles concealed behind the fabric. While his face is bald like all Whiphids, the surrounding fur was once a chestnut-brown, but with age, grey has crept in and dulled the edges of his hair.
There was a time when you could not read the Grand Master’s alien face, his visage furious and terrifying to a new observer. But for those that know him, there are subtle signs from which you can read his kind demeanour: small facial tics, the narrowing of the eye, and the twitch of the nostril. When you look at him, you see nothing of the jungle predator wrought into his DNA; you see only a kindly master who has always supported you. A pang of shame runs through you; it echoes within you as you notice a sad, disappointed, judgmental look in his eyes. As soon as it appears, it is subsumed by anger and irritation; how can he sit here holding such power as the galaxy rots into a fetid garden around him? He doesn’t act proactively, only attempting to staunch the rising tide of the cult of The Singularity rather than dealing with the cause and ignoring the encroachment of the Hutts into Republic space.
Turning your view from your Master’s chair, you greet your two friends with a wild, excited smile. You have been waiting so long to put your dreams into practice. The conspiratorial nature adds to your suppressed thrill, planning this in one of the holiest places in the galaxy. You give your co-conspirators a nod, your smile now sly, and slide into your old Master’s seat. Scion and Luke join you sitting, placing themselves in empty cushioned chairs. Through the transparent transparasteel, you see the night beginning to lift as the first light of dawn peeks over the edge of the horizon. This is something you’ve timed; you wanted the sun to rise in your meeting. As a new day rises here, a new day will dawn across the galaxy, one filled with hope, optimism, and compassion.
