Mace Windu returned to Command Headquarters on Tangrene, his expression grave.
Ki-Adi-Mundi came over and asked, "What did that man say?"
"A race called the Protoss. And that man is extremely powerful," Mace Windu said. "He has even broken free of the shackles of the flesh. He has no physical form and exists somewhere between reality and illusion. I can sense that if I fought him, I wouldn't win."
Ki-Adi-Mundi was stunned. "How is that possible? An unknown race, and an unknown powerhouse. If even you believe you can't defeat him, then he is practically among the strongest in the Milky Way Galaxy!"
"And I suspect he is adept at mind control. On that entire ship, every crew member except the droids was under mind control. Why Tang Xiao gave him that warship is obvious—no one wants to make an enemy of someone like him," Mace Windu said.
"What does he want us to do?" Ki-Adi-Mundi asked.
"It's none of your concern." Mace Windu was troubled, and said no more before turning and leaving.
Back in his quarters, Mace Windu removed his shirt, revealing muscles as solid as rock. Then he knelt on the floor in a meditative posture and closed his eyes.
Go to Haruun Kal. Unseal The Planet's Dreamscape!! Olegar's voice still echoed in his mind.
Large beads of cold sweat seeped from Mace Windu's forehead, soon drenching his entire body.
He saw a planet shrouded in endless toxic mist. Countless figures swayed within the poisonous fog, while piercing screams and sobs filled his ears, as though innumerable people were suffering horrific torment without end.
Then endless flames erupted, nearly burning everything to ash. One grotesquely burned figure after another rushed out, stretching charred arms toward Windu.
Their faces gradually became clear. His father, his mother, his people!