The man was finnally thinking..

After years of seeing the clone wars lighting and fading, while hoping it was its highest point of heat, he finnally sensed a thing he never expected. The last years he became more or less known with his own visions. Well.. visions? I were more like vague silhouettes of a coming.. danger?.. victory?.. Glory?.. He only knew that it was time to move. Time to show the fools along the free people the truth, what really happend. He wasn't about to do that all himself , he wasnt even one thirth of this all. No no, it was the whole universe. Every single one was involved with this, it was not the clone wars itself but somethign way bigger that would aproach all really soon.

Marco makes quick steps and turns his black robe across his own body. His blade on his back, his blaster under his robe on his chest. He hasnt planned soem kind of attack, but this feeling he has lately start to clear up and he feels forced to carry the weapons.
He changed during his travel.. alone on a ship, far far away from any inteligent live. Discovering the grounds of peacefull planets, the once that arent full of buildings overshadowing the sunlight, the once not bombared in the terrible thing that we call war. At last he found places that werent touched, not abanded of trust and another thing was the nature itself with its flowers and waterfalls
But that travels only made him thining, not living. it made him see, not understanding. He missed something of all those travels. Of all the aspects of people, anger, greed, disparagement. Of all feelings of live he just missed one single things, something that could be found in any living creature; simply love. the love of friends and family, of the people that fucked up every planet they were on.
That was the stupid thing from the day he left, he felt like a soldier that could survive a war by sitting on his ass. But he now saw that he was a sparkling in the universe. A lonely mightless creature..
As he walked his way, he understood he was lonely. He saw himself as sad man in a strong suite.

He walked and walked.. hoping to clear up his ruined mind

Since yesterday he tried to make up his mind, but it was far from that.
He tried to reach out behind the ghosts of shadow and could only felt that the time of this .. what ever it was.. was near.
He could feel it.. It was time to put things in order and face this unkown threat.
He walks across the overloaded streets of coruscant, rigtht infront of him the towers of the jedi temple raise above the buildings

*the darkness he sees, which makes totally no sense at all*