After Trychon watched Raezyr go, he made a few adjustments to his running program and set it down... He pulled out his lightsaber and started tossing it in the air mindlessly and catching it again. Then he tried to focus on the lightsaber and hold it in the air slightly longer before catching it. He had been working on being able to do just that for a while, and was trying to make it less of a conscious effort. It was a small exercise, but it was fun and he showed a small bit of process.
Finally fumbling on the timing of letting the hilt fall to his hand after two minutes, he picked it up off the floor and hooked it back on his belt. He checked the datapad again, and satisfied with the progress, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He could feel the tension surrounding him, but he let his consciousness slip past that. He didn't give his thoughts any direction, allowing the force to guide his mind and see where they would lead... whether that be the mind of Riv-ars, or a view of their base... or into the mind of Zanz... he didn't care.
He saw stars fly by, ships in motion and sitting still, anything and everything flew by much quicker than the time did. Not finding focus on any particular thought, event, or place, Trychon was about to open his eyes when he saw a planet become clear and approaching him very quickly. It didn't take long to recognize the planet... as it was Hoth. It wasn't what he'd hoped for, but he stayed with the meditation. Hoth nearly flew by him, but his mind slowed at the last second and he found himself in King's Lair itself. His view moved rapidly through the hallways and corridors, not stopping to look at anything in particular, until it moved directly into his own room.
He could see himself sitting with his legs crossed and eyes shut. The other self seemed oddly peaceful he thought, and wondered if the expression would have been the same if he was actively attempting to channel his anger.
The meditation floated him closer, but veered off to the side and took him to his datapad, which beeped and displayed final coordinates for the transmissions. They originated from one of the larger cities in the northern hemisphere of the relatively nearby planet Gentes.
Trychon opened his eyes triumphantly and stood up to stretch. He reached out to Raezyr, whom he could feel in a near meditative state not that far away. It's Gentes.
Trychon then turned and leaned over to retrieve his datapad. As he picked it up, he could see the program running through its normal algorithms. Confused, Trychon just watched as the calculations continued for several more moments. He blinked and looked around the room in slight disbelief.
Then the datapad beeped. Gentes, the display confirmed.
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