The Power of Meditation

[James Prent]

She'd been taught from very early on in her career as a Jedi that meditation was one of a Jedi's most valuable assets. Through different sorts of meditation one could calm one's emotions, coordinate attacks with allies, or even heal.

Right now, James needed to find her center. If she could convince herself that she had not changed since discovering that one of her bloodline was capable of murdering hundreds and hatred so intense that she'd been called a master of the Dark Side... Well, it would help reassure her that nothing would change.

She would be called upon to train others in the ways of the Force once she got back to Coruscant. She had to know... to know that she would not lead them down the wrong path.

James closed her eyes, regulated her breathing, and relaxed.

[James Prent]

As she relaxed into a deepened sense of awareness, James felt intimately aquainted with the flagstone floor she was sitting on. She'd foregone a comfortable mat, knowing that when she needed to be able to slip into a half-meditative state quickly she would most likely not be sitting on a cushy pillow. It was good practice to meditate on a hard, cold floor.

James breathed in and out shallowly and slowly, her body demanding less as she extended her senses outward into the Force all around her. The floor held her attention for quite some time. It had been carefully crafted, but not by the Jedi. Aaron had told her that the Rebellion had arrived here years ago to find the ruined temples, and no sentient life forms. They had transformed several of the larger structures into their base of operations against the Empire: one had a huge fighter bay in the base of it, for launching X, Y, B, and A-Wings. It lay empty now, except for the personal crafts of the few Jedi here that had them.

But the stones had been quarried here on the fourth moon of Yavin, and carefully dressed and put into place. Not lovingly...but painfully, as though the blood of many had been spilled to create these fantastic monuments. Aaron had not spoken to her more about who the temples were for, but she could sense in the flagstones some deep forboding menace.