Wynn awoke with a start. He felt uneasy. He looked around the dark room warily. He felt the ship rumble around and sensed all the souls on board. He shook his head turned on the lights to his room. He got up from his cot and went into the bathroom, turning the faucet. He cupped his hands and splashed the water onto his face, blinking momentarily. A seasoned face looked back at Wynn, some would say too seasoned for a young Catuman, but his kin would say he was a perfectly healthy Catuman man. Many Catuman have had as many or even more trials of battle and hardship as he had. Some didn't live this long. Like his father, for example. He was told his father was 25 years old when the pirates that sold his tribe into slavery killed him. Such is the life of the average Catuman, he supposed. He picked up the traditional Catuman warrior ear ring from the bathroom counter top. It was a gift from his tribe, so he would never forget his heritage. Wynn clasped it through the hole in his right ear. He dressed in his Jedi Robes and picked up his lightsaber. He inspected it for a second before activating it and watching the blue energy rod extend from the hilt. He had taken many lives with this weapon, perhaps too many. They were the lives of slavers, pirates, and scumbags, but lives nonetheless. He activated the lightsaber once more and watched it retreat from sight. He clipped the weapon onto his belt. The young Catuman glanced at the clock, and realized it was still a few hours before sunlight on Coruscant and indeed on the [i]Beauty[/i] many of the crew were still fast asleep. Wynn sat himself down in the middle of the room, dimmed the lights, and closed his eyes. He searched the force for the source of his uneasiness, but whenever he got close to what could be the source it was blocked by what felt like clouds. He attempted to reach out to his environment only to be met with cold and emptiness. Ships could not be a conduit of the force.

Frustrated, Wynn rose to his feet and looked at the clock. He had been sitting there for an hour and half, meditating. He exited his room and was greeted by a large window with an astonishing view of Coruscant. 

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Wynn stood there taking in it's majesty, billions of people lived there and he could feel them all, and he didn't even have to concentrate. He must have stood there for quite sometime because a young officer of the republic informed him that his shuttle was ready. He nodded silently and followed the lad to the shuttle. The shuttle was somewhat tight, with two planetary defense force troopers on either corner of the shuttle. Wynn lowered his head as he entered and he sat himself down, nodding solemnly to the troopers. Shortly thereafter, the shuttle was on it's way to the Jedi Temple. The ride was several hours and fairly dull. Wynn closed his eyes and reached out with the force, exploring whatever it had to offer, but his meditation was soon interrupted by the hushed whispers of the troopers, who seemed to be a little green. He opened his eyes and glanced in their direction, which shut them up immediately. The shuttle touched down with a jerk and Wynn rose to his feet, nodding once more to the troopers as he exited the shuttle. He stepped outside and inhaled deeply, allowing a smile to grace his lips. He was home, the only ever true home he had ever known. But as he made his way towards the temple, he still couldn't shake this uneasy feeling. The other Jedi here had to have felt it as well. Things were not as they seemed, and this frustrated Wynn, who was notoriously against tactics such as deception and espionage. He reached the entrance to the temple without incident and made his way in.