Raven-colored hair spread around, the curls floating around the young jedi, as were all other objects in the room that weren't bolted down. This room was one she would most often be meditating in, as there were few objects that were not bolted down. The young jedi had a tendency to levitate just about everything in a room when she meditated. This was not, in itself, a problem. The problem came when her concentration was broken suddenly, causing her to drop all of these objects. This didn't happen nearly as often as it had when she was a padawan, but it did still happen.<br/><br/>Amara looked ever so peaceful as she floated in the middle of the room, her hair floating around her, eyes shut, legs crossed, breathing calm and even. That is, until she felt something dark. Something was wrong. A disturbance, a ripple in the force. Her blue eyes shot open at the sudden feeling of darkness, followed by pain and terrified screams echoing painfully through her mind. She clutched her head in her hands and instantly dropped to the floor, along with the few things that had been levitating with her. There was a look of pain and torment on her face as she tried to force the screams, the pain, the horrors from her mind. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus on anything as she tried her best to fight them back, to pull up the walls in her mind.<br/><br/>Moments later she heard the door open and light footsteps rushing toward her. She could not, however, force her eyes open to see who it was that had approached her. "Amara! What's wrong?" she heard a familiar voice and she tried to focus on it, to use it to pull her mind to the present, to her surroundings. She had to focus, had to force the flood of emotions, pain, and horrified screams from her mind. It took several minutes for her to focus enough to open her eyes and look up to find Calysta, a jedi with whom she had trained with often as a padawan, kneeling beside her. Her head was pounding, every beat of her heart sending painful waves into her head. "I...." she muttered, trying to make herself focus. "Too much... death.... So much pain..." she whispered through painfully ragged breaths.<br/><br/>The rose-colored twi'lek frowned at her words. "What happened? What..." she questioned but Amara shook her head and cut off any other questions she had. "I need... to speak with the Council." she said a little more clearly as she pulled up the walls in her mind slowly, forcing out the pain that overwhelmed her senses. "Okay. I'll help you." Calysta helped her to stand slowly, pausing to allow her time to gather herself. As Amara rose, the room spun sickeningly, causing a nauseous feeling to well in her stomach. She groaned painfully, willing the room to stop spinning. She stood unmoving for several moments before nodding to indicate she was okay.<br/><br/>The two walked slowly toward the council chamber, Amara fighting the entire way to keep the still spinning world from causing her to lose the contents of her stomach, which was made all the more difficult by the painful pounding in her head. When they reached the chamber and she heard the doors slide open, she looked up, her blue eyes looking around the room at the Masters who sat in their chairs discussing strategy with another Master through holocall. She fought to focus her somewhat blurry vision, which eventually came into focus as she looked across at her old master. Calysta helped her to sit in a chair before explaining to the Master's what had happened and then leaving the chamber.<br/><br/>Amara fought to focus her mind as she heard the chatter of the others in the chamber as if it were all muffled or she were under water. "Amara. What did you see?" she heard the familiar voice of Mace Windu question. She lifted her head and her eyes fought to focus once more. "Anger. Death. Pain. So much pain..." she whispered and tried to pull herself together enough to make sense. "My sister. I think... I think she killed our parents. Not just them... Everyone in our village. Too many deaths." she whispered painfully, trying to fight back the emotions. "I have to... stop her." she paused for a brief moment to fight back the nausea that rose in her stomach. "She won't stop. She wants me. If I don't go, more will die." she fought to speak clearly through the painful rushes of blood into her head.<br/><br/>She saw the intense looks on all those in the chamber, each one obviously deliberating what would be the best course of action. "Are you sure?" she heard Obi-Wan Kenobi question. She nodded gently. "Yes. I saw her. She is trying to draw me out. She wants revenge." she forced herself to speak loudly enough that he could hear her, despite the pain in her head that begged for silence. There was a conviction and determination in her voice, despite the pain, that told of how strongly she believed her words. "Very well." the deep voice of Mace Windu spoke. "Go, but be careful." he warned. She nodded slowly. "I will, Master." she replied in a gentle voice, still obviously fighting to calm herself in order to stave off the pain that continued.<br/><br/>"May the force be with you." she heard several others echo the words and she nodded, slowly standing and doing her best to steady herself. The spinning was not as pronounced this time and she took a deep breath to swallow back the nausea as she took the first slow step out the door. She made her careful way to her chambers, making sure she took it slow so that she didn't exasperate her problems. Once she reached her room she took a seat in a chair and closed her eyes, doing her best to focus her mind and center herself. After several minutes she opened her eyes, picked up a data-pad, and began to work out the details of her mission. Particularly, who would fly her.<br/><br/>Amara knew that the Jedi wouldn't be able to spare a pilot for this mission, not with the war going on, so she hadn't even bothered to ask for one. She could fly herself, that was always an option, but it wasn't ideal, given that she couldn't very well leave the ship unattended and risk it getting stolen while she searched the planet. No, she needed a pilot. With this in mind, she decided to head to Corellia<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Light footsteps, almost silent. She walked with the same grace with which she fought. The young and fair Jedi stepped lightly as she made her way through the dimly lit cantina. She used the Force to read each person as she walked by, a feat that came easily and naturally to her. She ignored the disgusting thoughts of many of the patrons as she passed them. Men. It didn't matter what planet you were on, they all seemed to have only one thing on their mind. When she reached the main bar of the cantina, she silently took a seat next to a man who was hunched over the bar, a drink in his hand. He was different than the others. From what little she had read from him, he seemed the type who wouldn't shy away from a dangerous mission. Just the type she was looking for. "Hello." she greeted him with a light smile unbefitting the serious nature of the missions she was about to ask him to embark upon. She ordered a drink and then looked to the man once more. She took a sip of the drink and mulled over her options for a moment before deciding how she would approach him.<br/><br/>She felt a lot of things from him. He had a complicated past. Though, most people would claim such. She felt a lot of death and guilt surrounding him. Still, he didn't seem like a bad person or a killer, from what she could tell. Not that it was really any of her business per se, but she wanted to know what kind of person he was before she offered him the job of flying her into a dangerous situation where she was essentially trusting him with her life, to some extent or another.<br/><br/>She was quiet for a brief moment before she finally spoke up. "I have a job. A mission of sorts. I need a pilot." she got right to the point, given that it was her preferred style and she thought he wouldn't mind. "It's dangerous, but it'll pay well enough. Are you interested?" she explained rather briefly, not going into actual detail just yet. Her voice was light, airy, and sweet, and the air around her was rather nonchalant, once again unbefitting the situation. "Oh, and my name is Amara, for the record. Amara Surik." She added in the same light voice as she crossed her legs and sipped her drink quietly, waiting for his answer.