Then we are presented with this image.
All four members of the Psycho Brigade surround the Holocron. It pulses with its growing light, which has gone from a deep red to a bright piercing pink. It casts a strange illumination across the panicking faces of the Psychos. Panic is then joined by pain- the tingling in your hands has turned to burning, and you are all forced to your knees as you try to writhe in pain but cannot let go of the Holocron.
Rand is clinging onto one of the gnarled trees with his eyes clenched shut and screaming out to you four. Nobody can hear him above the roar of the wind and the high whining wail of the Holocron. The mist entering it has become waves of thick fog appearing to roll backward into the vent at the base of the Holocron.
There is a pulse of energy from the Holocron as the whine and the light reach their peak.
And then...
Jedi Temple
The Jedi Masters are jolted from their trance, as if something has rolled over them like a wave. They sprawl across the ground, having already been seated in a meditative stance when their trance was interrupted.
Your Padawans come to your sides and grasp you, helping you up.
"Are you alright, Master Xi?" asks Brath.
"Master Kaliero, can you hear me?" asks Nuvar.
"Get up, Master Kolarn, get up!" shouts Tilith.
"Master Starkiller?" asks Coll.
They all help you to your feet. Each of you is a little dizzy after trying to concentrate yourselves on exploring the Force together, trying to ascertain the enemy's next move. It was an exhausting effort... but alas, the farther you get from waking from the trance, the harder it is to recall what it was you saw.
In the Temple's only spire, reminiscent of the Temple on Coruscant, is where the Masters protecting Vorkuta hold their counsel and try to predict the next move.
You all recall a vision of yourselves... but not the context, or what you were doing. One thing is certain- you brushed with the Dark Side in your vision. It clouded your vision and you could not see it clearly.
Brath, Rianna's brutish student, helps seat her in her comfortable, form-fitting Council seat. Brath is young but is taller and bigger than you will ever be.
Nuvar is a slight boy, bookish and nervous.
Tilith is an athletic young woman on the verge of Knighthood.
Coll is a gaunt, awkward, lanky, and grim.
"Yes. I'm going to see if I can recall whatever it was that we saw...or at least what caused that jolt," Rianna replies. She looks up at Brath. "Pay attention. I hated this sort of thing when I was a Padawan, and neglected that part of my studies...and quite frankly, it's important. Don't make that mistake as well."
Then she's going to close her eyes and search her memory and the Force, to see if she can recall any of what they saw other than themselves and the Dark Side.
The Dark Side has clouded them still. Not uncommon during a war against the Sith, but even so, it is immensely irritating. Moments of true clarity with the Force are rare in these dark times.
You descend from the central spire of the Temple into its main hall, your Padawans close behind. The main hall is a wild cacophony of the warning klaxon and frightened cries and boots slapping on stone. The dozens of Hopefuls that inhabit the Temple under your care are being rushed into the underground bunkers while Republic soldiers move into positions. This is no test!
Lieutenant Tradd, the Republic officer assigned to your outpost, joins you when you descend.
"I assume you've heard the warning, Masters," Tradd says. "Our sensors are reading masses of enemy soldiers moving on our position. It's as we feared- the Sith have found your Temple."