The din of a medical facility was the first thing to reach Sage's ears, the steady rhythm of beeping from machines, droids speaking, organic voices as well, and the low hum and bubbling of what he guessed were bacta tanks. He remained still for a few moments, using his admittedly dulled senses to check if there was anyone near him he needed to be wary of.

His vision he didn't use, knowing it would give away he was conscious. His sense of smell was nearly worthless, the sterile and clean air all he could pick up. His muscles tried to tense at all, but they felt sluggish and weakened. All that left was his ears, as nothing could be felt touching him. He heard the low sounds of his environment, but nothing was directed at him, no droids seemed to be at his bedside, no shuffling feet on the floor close by, it seemed no one had noticed him waking up. Finally Sage reached out with the Force, a gamble if anyone with a presence in it picked up on his indelicate probing.

When nothing raised an alarm in his mind Sage slowly opened his eyes, regretting it as he nearly shut them again. "Force, it's way too bright in here for a carbonite sickness patient."

As Sage blinked and rubbed at his squinting eyes, his vision slowly adjusted to the bright metal surfaces of the medical center. As he waited on his vision to be more useful, Sage silently thought about the situation as he tried to look at some of his fellow patients. "Jedi? Am I back on Tython? When did they get me back? Or...is this just some trick to get me to let my guard down?" Sage silently pondered it for a moment.

"No. I don't sense any malice around me. Can't be any Sith nearby in that case." With that thought, Sage fully opened his eyes. The bright walls of the area weren't as bad now that his vision had adjusted. Sitting up the young Jedi Knight looked to his left, then his right. Both beds were occupied with Jedi being tended to, blaster burns on their skin across several spots of their bodies that Sage noticed. "It would seem that we're still fighting. I hope they don't confine me to bed rest for too long, I need to get back out there and help them."

Sage turned his body, sliding his feet towards the floor. "You're awake." Despite the calm, nearly monotone voice Sage could feel the surprise of the speaker. Looking to the side he saw a Mirialan Jedi clad in a black dress-like robe at the foot of his bed. She must have just now come to his bed, because Sage was pretty sure she hadn't been there a moment ago.

"Yep, I am." Sage let out peppily as he stood, taking a step forward before he found himself on the floor. "You shouldn't be moving, you're body still needs to recover from being in carbonite." The female Jedi told him, hurrying to his side and helping him up. "I'm fine, I'm just stiff. Getting up and moving will be good for me." Sage protested, trying to step again, only to be pushed back into sitting on the bed. Either the Mirialan was stronger than she looked, or he wasn't as strong as he used to be.

"No. You need rest. You just woke up, you're body's still recovering." The Jedi told him firmly, making sure Sage laid back in bed. Sage gave in with a grumble, laying back now with an annoyed expression written across his face.

"So how long have I been here then?" Sage finally asked, rubbing his eyes some before looking back at the Jedi.

"I believe it's been approximately three weeks now. I would have to ask one of the dedicated healers to be certain though, I'm not in charge of dealing with special cases such as yours." The Jedi responded, grabbing a datapad and filling out something on it. While she did so, Sage thought on that. From what he knew of carbonite sickness, he would have had to be frozen for a long time to be completely unconscious for weeks after being thawed out. 

"What's happened while I was asleep? There's an awful lot of Jedi in here." Sage asked, gesturing around the room. He sensed the briefest flash of worry in the Mirialan girl. After a few moments where the tension in her mounted, she responded.

"I um...I need to go speak to the healers for a moment. Please stay here." She said nervously, walking away quickly. Well...that wasn't a very reassuring bedside manner, was it? Sage resigned himself to looking around in an absentminded manner as he waited for the Jedi to return.

 
"Padawan, do you know your name?" Sage looked to the voice that asked him that, finding a Twi'lek Jedi examining him from where she stood at the side of his bed.

"I would hope I do. My name is Sage Kallig. Why?" Sage asked, wondering just what necessitated him telling her his name. Shouldn't she have him on record somewhere? It's not like he was another rank and file Padawan, now was it?

"Mh." The Twi'lek now tapped at a datapad she seemed to produce from nowhere behind her. The subtle sounds of the device beeping and chiming drew Sage's attention, though not his gaze, as the Twi'lek kept quiet, looking at the datapad with what looked like a cross of irritation and intrigue. The harsh beep of the datapad made Sage look down, wondering what the datapad didn't like about the Twi'leks' use of it. However, she kept the screen out of view, turning to face away from him.

"Padawan Barriss!" She called across the room, the dark-robed Mirialan from before making her way over with a hurried, but not rushed, step. That didn't inspire confidence in Sage...did she exist to do anything besides worrying him?

"Yes Master Che?" Barriss asked as she came to a halt at the foot of Sage's bed, not even looking at him as she listened to this Master Che's instructions.

"Bring Grandmaster Yoda here, I need to speak to him urgently." Master Che told Barriss, passing her the datapad. With irritation crossing his mind, Sage noticed she made sure he still couldn't see the screen before she sent this Barriss girl on her way. As Barriss left them behind Sage decided he was going to have to get vocal to get some answers, so it seemed.

"Will somebody tell me what in the Force is going on here?!" Sage sat up and demanded of Master Che, "Because the fact you don't even know my name; that Padawan looking freaked out the whole time she first saw me; and you sending her to get some Grandmaster I've never heard of, all make me think you people have no idea what you're doing!" Sage snapped at Master Che, looking at her with a look of frustration and indignation he could practically hear his father comparing to his mother.

Master Che, for her part, gave Sage a withering stare down. "Be quiet Padawan! That tone won't get you any answers from me. Now hush and wait for Master Yoda to see you." With that Master Che left, leaving Sage reeling mentally from the abrupt snap and quick admonishing. The Master must have been a healer for some time, given her quickly controlled temper, and likely wouldn't tell Sage anything until she deemed it appropriate to.
Resigning himself yet again, Sage sighed in frustration and flopped back into bed. "Dank Ferrik this is going to be a long day..." He grumbled, shutting his eyes to sleep while he waited on this Grandmaster Yoda.

"Padawan Sage, wake up." Sage obeyed Master Che's order, waking to the feeling of her moving his shoulder as she spoke to him. "Master Yoda is here to see you now. I must attend to the others, but I expect you speak to him with better manners than you tried to speak to me earlier." Che chided Sage, making him shift uncomfortably in place at the fact he was still being scolded.

"Yes Master Che," Sage answered the Master meekly. With an approving nod at Sage's adjusted tone, Che turned on her heel and walked away from the Padawan. Sage watched her go, wondering where the other Jedi, that Barriss girl that she'd sent to get Yoda, had gone.

The soft clacking of a cane on the floor made Sage look to the side, being met with an...old, short, little green man in Jedi robes. "Um...are you Master Yoda?" Sage asked, completely unable to recognize this Jedi. Not helping matters was the fact Sage had never met anyone from his species before, at least as far as he knew.

"Yes, Yoda, I am. Sage, you must be." The Jedi Master offered a welcoming smile. Sage gave a simple nod as his answer, knowing his words would likely earn Master Che's ire if she heard his unrepentantly sarcastic tone. "Good. Come, a walk around the Temple, you could use." Yoda turned, leaving Sage to look at his back, confused.

"I don't think I'm supposed to get out of bed. Last time I did I fell on my face, and I doubt that's changed with just a little sleep." Sage told Yoda, sitting on the bed, unknowingly adopting the cross-legged posture he held during meditation.

"Perhaps. But perhaps stronger than you believe, are you, hm?" Yoda asked, slowly walking away, his cane clacking against the floor. Not one to be ignored or walked away from like this, Sage moved to stand out of the bed, stepping after Master Yoda, he braced for a fall that never came.
 
"Master Yoda, if I may..." Sage trailed off, asking permission of the short Jedi he followed through massive halls and past equally large windows.

"Speak freely, you can." Yoda encouraged, never looking back at the Padawan trailing behind him.

"Where are we? I don't recognize the architecture of this place at all. The cityscape past the window makes me want to say Coruscant, but the Jedi Temple there was destroyed by the Sith invasion nearly two decades ago." Sage pointed out, gesturing to the forest of metallic high rises through the window. Sage now continued his line of thought, "Not only that, but I haven't recognized even a single Jedi here since I woke up despite being born into the Jedi Order. I've also heard you're the Grandmaster too, yet I distinctly remember that title belonging to Grandmaster Satele."

Yoda was silent as he walked along, it would seem he was ignoring Sage's observations and critical tone. He soon stopped at the entry arch to a room, turning to face Sage. "Correct, you may be, young Padawan. However, much to learn, you have. Dark times are ahead of us. And brought you here for a reason, the Force has." While the young human stopped to ponder Master Yoda's words, Yoda continued. "Changed, the Jedi have. No doubt unfamiliar to you, we are. However, ask for your trust, we do." Sage stayed still as Yoda looked up at him like he was gauging Sage's reaction.

Eventually Sage quietly nodded. "Ok Master Yoda. I trust you." Yoda smiled at Sage, nodding in approval. With that done, Yoda now turned to the entrance of the room.

"Come, the archives, I will show you."
 

Sage stared at the banks upon banks of knowledge Yoda lead him past, marveling at the sheer volume. This archive surpassed that of Tython's Jedi Temple by far, and Sage knew it. Yoda stepped to a circular door, which reminded Sage of a vault. With a wave of the Grandmaster's hand, the door opened, further enforcing the appearance of a vault. "Here, you must wait. Only for those on the Council, the Holocron Vault is." Sage watched Yoda walk away until the door shut behind him. Alone now the Padawan turned around, looking at the archives from beside the door.
Then came the whisper. Nearly beyond Sage's ability to hear, a single word whispered with fleeting urgency, "Come". Sage turned, looking for the source of the whisper. Something about it was familiar, and yet alien at the same time. Connected, yet distant. Whatever it was that Sage heard, it had his attention. Slowly Sage forced himself to remain still. Instead of trying to find the source with just his senses, he began opening himself to the Force instead...

There! To one side of the archive, a presence. Another call whispered itself into being in Sage's mind, a single word yet again fleeting, "Come".  Again Sage was stymied, it felt familiar somehow, yet nothing about it reminded Sage of anything he knew of in the entire galaxy. Just as the Padawan went to explore the presence, the door opened, and Master Yoda came out, holding a blue holocron. Looking down at the Master, Sage kept quiet about what he sensed. Surely Yoda knew of it without Sage speaking of it if he was truly someone who was named Grandmaster.

"Come Padawan, show you what you wish to know, I will." With that Yoda began to walk away, cane clacking against the floor as Sage slowly walked after him. As they walked Sage couldn't help but glance towards where he felt the presence, wondering what it could be.

 
Sequestered away in the Bogan Collection, away from the eyes of those in the archives, hidden from all but a select few of the Jedi Order, a small, pyramid-shaped artifact flared with a crimson light. As if it were a beating heart, the pyramid's light came and went in rhythm, slowly becoming stronger. A single word emitted from it, once more reaching only the ears of the young boy named Sage, "Come"