Jedi Master
Hawk shot Trevannon a look, which softened somewhat as he felt and understood Kat's compassion towards him. The assassin had stated he was searching for a child that had gone missing, but now that Hawk thought about it that did not fit in with Torshin's MO here, nor with what his student had said about them being permitted to see their families whenever they liked.
"No, it was on Yinchorr," Hawk responded to Kat's question about the Crystal Hall. "It was however a force nexus that didn't entirely exist within the physical world, so I imagine it could exist wherever it liked."
This still did not explain why it was here, in Torshin's illicit Temple of all places.
"This neighbour girl, Myrial was it?" Hawk stated turning to Trevannon. "Didn't happen to have your eyes or nose did she?" Hawk asked in such a fashion that demanded no lies.
"Your intuition is a bit spooky sometimes," Trevannon half grinned.
"Does Torshin know?"
"No, or I imagine he'd have used her to keep me in line."
"And what is it that makes you not want her here training with Torshin?"
"He is doing something to them," Orlic turned his face away as he spoke to hide the look of anguish there. "Myrial was tested when she was born and found to have a negligible midichlorian count, perhaps enough that she might excel at some sports that require quick reflexes, but not enough to become a Jedi. Her mother came to me worried one evening after Myrial had visited; told me how she had demonstrated her force powers...she had levitated the entire diningroom set." Trevannon ran a hand though his hair and turned back to Hawk. "I told her I'd look into it and so fell into Torshin's employ..."
"So you knew about this place!" Hawk accused. "You used us to get you here so you could snoop around."
"Of course I did!" Trevannon snapped back. "And I'd do it again and again if I had to. He is experimenting on them Hawk, and himself. From what I've gathered there is a serum. It enhances the force powers of those who take it; don't ask me how it works, but it's how he, Myrial and many of the others here have their abilities."
Hawk took a deep breath. He had known there was more to Trevannon's story, and if he were truthful he could not blame the man for what he had done. If the roles were reversed than he might well have acted in the same way to find out what was happening to his daughter.
"This would have been good to know earlier," Hawk growled. "There's nothing to be done about it now though. We're here and, if what you say is true about the serum, than we need to put a stop to Torshin's experiments...we will find Myrial," Hawk added placing a hand upon Trevannon's shoulder. "But I can not overemphesise enough the importance of the Crystal Hall."
In the midst of everything that was happening, Hawk's eyes fell upon Kat and he smiled despite himself. The frustration at having been manipulated by Trevannon and the trepidation about Torshin's Temple and his serum seemed to simply vanish with that smile. Hawk wanted to reach out and take her by the hand, but thought better of it in front of Trevannon and the reporter.
Soon the four of them entered the hangar. The roof was flat with a slit that ran along its length hinting that it would open. Two large transport ships sat at the far end while a myriad of starfighters ran in rows along the edges. The facility was truly impressive. It was a wonder that Torshin had managed to keep its construction off the books. Hawk wondered how many contractors had died to keep his secret.
"No, it was on Yinchorr," Hawk responded to Kat's question about the Crystal Hall. "It was however a force nexus that didn't entirely exist within the physical world, so I imagine it could exist wherever it liked."
This still did not explain why it was here, in Torshin's illicit Temple of all places.
"This neighbour girl, Myrial was it?" Hawk stated turning to Trevannon. "Didn't happen to have your eyes or nose did she?" Hawk asked in such a fashion that demanded no lies.
"Your intuition is a bit spooky sometimes," Trevannon half grinned.
"Does Torshin know?"
"No, or I imagine he'd have used her to keep me in line."
"And what is it that makes you not want her here training with Torshin?"
"He is doing something to them," Orlic turned his face away as he spoke to hide the look of anguish there. "Myrial was tested when she was born and found to have a negligible midichlorian count, perhaps enough that she might excel at some sports that require quick reflexes, but not enough to become a Jedi. Her mother came to me worried one evening after Myrial had visited; told me how she had demonstrated her force powers...she had levitated the entire diningroom set." Trevannon ran a hand though his hair and turned back to Hawk. "I told her I'd look into it and so fell into Torshin's employ..."
"So you knew about this place!" Hawk accused. "You used us to get you here so you could snoop around."
"Of course I did!" Trevannon snapped back. "And I'd do it again and again if I had to. He is experimenting on them Hawk, and himself. From what I've gathered there is a serum. It enhances the force powers of those who take it; don't ask me how it works, but it's how he, Myrial and many of the others here have their abilities."
Hawk took a deep breath. He had known there was more to Trevannon's story, and if he were truthful he could not blame the man for what he had done. If the roles were reversed than he might well have acted in the same way to find out what was happening to his daughter.
"This would have been good to know earlier," Hawk growled. "There's nothing to be done about it now though. We're here and, if what you say is true about the serum, than we need to put a stop to Torshin's experiments...we will find Myrial," Hawk added placing a hand upon Trevannon's shoulder. "But I can not overemphesise enough the importance of the Crystal Hall."
In the midst of everything that was happening, Hawk's eyes fell upon Kat and he smiled despite himself. The frustration at having been manipulated by Trevannon and the trepidation about Torshin's Temple and his serum seemed to simply vanish with that smile. Hawk wanted to reach out and take her by the hand, but thought better of it in front of Trevannon and the reporter.
Soon the four of them entered the hangar. The roof was flat with a slit that ran along its length hinting that it would open. Two large transport ships sat at the far end while a myriad of starfighters ran in rows along the edges. The facility was truly impressive. It was a wonder that Torshin had managed to keep its construction off the books. Hawk wondered how many contractors had died to keep his secret.