Hoth: Blood and Ice

[Dapper Dog]

Those that can feel the Force feel… not so much a tremor but a background vibration, some hear it as a low hum that is just perceptible but not yet understood. Some see it visually as a shadow or light just out of sight, but always there lurking.

Those gifted in the Sense ability feel it more sharply, but it is a nameless thing that slips through their grasp as if it has yet to fully materialize in this universe. Sometimes their gaze is drawn to the horizon or the endless expanse of the night skies… or a distant point in the vastness of deep space.

Those without ties to the Sith and Jedi see it as a growing knot in the fabric of reality… a great attractor pulling all things towards it, yet still invisible like a rogue black hole affecting all around it while staying just beyond sight. Perhaps even now they approach the terminus, the event horizon that looms over them, through them, and around them in the Force.

Nether Dark or Light, it just is.

The Sith that deign to acknowledge this fear see it as simply another sign that their Empress is destined for greatness, the Force itself recoiling and bending in her presence. Others whisper it simply means that even though the Immortal Emperor was defeated, he was not destroyed, and he lingers in a state hovering between life and death… gathering power. This is heresy of course to believe such rot.

The Jedi are puzzled as more of their number feel this growing presence in the Force, and as they cannot place its origins it gives them great concern. The consensus among the Jedi is that these are the aftereffects of so much war and devastation, simply ripples that are still spreading throughout the galaxy and not the sign of something more to come. There are those within the Jedi who do not buy this argument and say that something new will make itself known, something alien to the Force, or perhaps to their understanding of it.

Whatever it is, the unease continues and for the fearful it may even be gaining strength.

[Dapper Dog]

Those with the gift Foresee catch glimpses of war… a new war, they see the capitol worlds shattered, over them glow three bright stars one of white, another of deepest black and the final seems to shift in a myriad of colors at a frantic pace.

The dreams are symbolic but always the same feeling when they awake, this is the Force perfected.