Perrin woke up but where he knew not. A strange feeling had overcome him as he found his actions strangly fluid.
There was something different about him!
He tried to raise an arm to view any damage the wretched witch of a Jedi had caused but found that he could not see his arm.
All around him permeated a rather soft light brownish glow.
It was very hard to concentrate for the light was very overpowering.
I am not alone!
He found his sixth sense, his force sense coming alive with the presence of another. But the perception of the "other" was very dim.
As if a shadow in the distance.
As Perrin's perception attempted to widen out, he found more of the same.... the soft light brown glow that revealed no details as to where he was.
A slave to this you will be if you do not remain focussed young one.
Perrin's gaze frantically glanced around at the invasion of his thoughts.
Where was it coming from?
You remain connected to the physical. In time this will fade...as will your grip on your reality.
I find it strange you choose to fight this fate which you willingly accepted.
Perrin's mind reached out to find the voice but instead found his own thoughts.
And then he saw it.
A dim dark corner, between the soft folds of light that gave the impression of a corner.
Who the bloody frell are you?
I am the resident.
You don't look very happy.
The voice laughed mirthlessly.
Fool. You know nothing of where you are.
And that was when Perrin began to stare intently at the soft light brown lights and began to perceive another level of shadows.
Almost as if outside. Unconnected?
Where the hell am I?
Purgatory.
And then Perrin's mind laughed as his own thoughts began to recall the recent events.
It worked!
He turned a disdainful glance at the impression of a figure still huddled in the "corner".
If a dead man could tell tales, what would he entrance us with?
The wretchedness of his condition it seems.
You will begin to unravel as well...
Perrin grinned, though deep down he knew this to be true.
Those damned ancient writings were good for something after all.
His focus dismissed the occupant and began to shift to the shadows (merely slightly darker shades of the same soft light brown lights).
He soon found the light growing a bit brighter the more he focussed.
The shadow moved.
It grew larger.
It approached.
Perrin's mind began to feel tired but he desperately held onto his focus.
The lights around him began to dim slightly but then intensified.
The shadow was upon him and he felt himself beginning to lose conciousness.
*
There was a yell.
Perrin couldn't figure out if it had come from him or not. He picked up his head, feeling a bit groggy. Near his hand lay a darkening holocron cube.
Something felt different but he paid it no mind at first as he picked himself up and moved out of the chamber.
Outside the holocron room, the chill was still there but was subsiding.
He looked down at the tools near some panels and instantly knew what they were and what they were used for.
How?
As he closed the door to the "Receptical" Room, he noticed that he was wearing different clothes.
The clothes of a Jedi Tech.
Who dresses these clowns?
The doors were still open to the other rooms. As the temperatures were coming within normal perimeters it was up to the tech to close and resecure the doors.
Perrin had other ideas.
Keeping his distance from the "Receptical" cubes, he was after knowledge. Cubes already "filled" as it were.
Taking the tech's gloves, he began to pick through his treasure with glee.
After a few minutes, the doors closed and the reset computers locked them down. He slowly and carefully put the panels the tech was working on back together as his mind contemplated further moves.
Perrin needed a plan.
He had to find ..."himself". (He grinned at the thought).
The mind of this one is slow. Not used to thinking along certain lines.
Perrin's forceful presence beat down any inward doubts that were forming and a plan began to take shape.
He walked through the narrow hall and between the damaged computer panels of the library where he had fought the first two Jedi.
The other techs there nodded acknowledgment of his presence but little else as he walked past them.
Smoke was everywhere as the damage done to the city of Theed and it's citizens heralded the Sith's coming to all distant lands.
The tech... Perrin, smiled.
He walked out of the Temple as repair, rescue workers were running to help Naboo's citizens.
He didn't have much time. He was holding on with everything he had.
First thing is first.
He walked into a nearby building.
"Yes sir?"
"I would like to send a note to my friends to let them know I am alive." the tech said.
"Of course." and as the man was going to show him an appropriate panel, the tech asked, "If I wish to send some specialized repair tools to another province, I can do that here yes?"
"Of course, Sir. We offer all sorts of services."
The tech smiled.
"Perfect."
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