Tyr felt the Force around him flex as his supposed 'grandfather' began moving a pair of cuffs from the corner of the room towards him. He reached out in the Force to block the maneuver, only to find that he could not budge the cuffs at all, and they were rapidly approaching his arms.
He kicked off from the floor, to push away from the table and jump out of his chair, so he could not be cuffed down to anything, but was completely unable to move. His eyes widened as he felt himself helpless. He'd been around a number of Jedi and Sith since he was reawakened to the Force, but he'd never been trapped like this. Trychon with his Force amplifying gem wasn't this powerful. Perhaps Eiron or the Jedi Masters he'd fought had been... but this was a very disconcerting turn of events.
As the cuffs floated into position and secured him to his chair, Tyr could not move but to stare into the eyes of the Jedi Master, who was exerting no effort that he could discern.
He took a few steps closer and raised his hands towards Tyr's head. "I'm sorry it came down to this, Tyr."
Streaks of blue light leapt out from the finger tips of Tanner's outstretched hands, and immediately made contact with Tyr's temples.
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Tyr saw himself from a third person perspective. Only he wasn't looking at himself. He was looking at a little boy, who was also him. The little boy was no more than one or two years old. He was bouncing up and down on the knee that was attached to Tyr's own perspective. Only the knee wasn't bouncing up and down with the child. It was as though he was bouncing the child in the Force himself. The child giggled endlessly.
That vision faded, and then he was looking at a vision of his father, only much younger than he remembered from when he had murdered him. His father was yelling at him. The words were hard to make out, the vision was cloudy, like watching and viewing through cobwebs. His father was yelling something about leaving for his family's safety.
That vision faded out quickly as well. These images were flying through Tyr's conscious or unconscious mind quicker than he could easily keep track of, and it took him a second to catch his bearings. It didn't take a lot of logic to figure out he was viewing memories of himself and his father from what was supposed to be his grandfather's perspective, but his recollection of the chain of events leading to this state was even foggier than the reception of some of the senses.
Now he was watching the holovid he'd been told of. Younger Tyr was boarding a shuttle for Coruscant, all smiles. Until the other day, he'd remembered himself as being upset about being sent away, and he was a little unsure after the Jedi Masters' comments. Now he was not sure what to think.
Several images flashed by too quickly for him to even process. Then he found 'himself' with his father again. They were going over various details of an investigation. They were looking for someone. Quickly another memory took over, and they were fighting again. The council had issued orders to call off the search, but his father was refusing, cutting the last ties to the order.
There was a moment of black in his consciousness, then another memory began. This one was more clear, and was not rushed. It was a holocom transmission from his father. Even in the low resolution hologram, he looked much older, more tired. He kept repeating that 'He's alive. He's coming back. I can feel him.'
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Tyr awoke in his bed in his cell, unaware of how he got there or how long it had been. He sat up and took in his surroundings.
"Blue?" He called out, knowing full well that he was by himself.
"Solumni?" He asked a bit more quietly, after his own echo had died down.
He rested his head in his hands and sobbed.
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