spinning and turning...it was the way of the galaxy and of the universe itself.
Everything that existed was interlinked by invisible forces that caused it to take part in an unending celestial dance. The vast majority of matter had no conscience or destiny; but where there was conscience, destiny loomed. For his part, Hawk had had enough of destiny. Destiny had driven him for decades; manipulated and molded him into its instrument until he was sick of playing the same tune over and over. It didn't matter how often or even if he stood against the darkness; it didn't even matter if he or the darkness triumphed...the galaxy kept turning. It had turned for eons before his birth, and it would continue for eons after his death. Time was the true warrior of balance and no mortal could fathom the scale of the big picture let alone their infinitesimally small part within it. The lifetime of one may hold seemingly tumultuous events, and they may even achieve great power and for a moment ripples might be felt across the galaxy like from a stone thrown into a pond...but that life was briefer than a universal heartbeat and ultimately time would see those ripples disperse and disappear.
Time could very well have stood still; or indeed eons could have passed since Hawk had arrived on Geonosis and found a deep cave beneath the arena where so many Jedi had been killed during the clone wars. Such a trauma in the force had left its mark and he had existed there as a bright spec of light amongst a great and dark sadness for time uncertain. But for a voice in the force it was likely that the Jedi Master would have remained in his solitary meditation until the force could no longer sustain him and he became one with it.
As far as ethereal forces went this one seemed somewhat juvenile and all too worldly. It took Hawk a moment to collect his thoughts; become aware of what was his body and what was the universe...and then to remember how his eyelids worked. Aching muscles in the eyes was a novel sensation as he tried to focus in the gloomy cave. When he finally found his focus there was indeed a small boy crouched on his haunches before him. Managing nothing more than a guttural choking sound Hawk slid to one side and landed on his face in the dirt beneath him. Every muscle in his body was locked in place and slowly, painfully, coming back to life. The strange boy just crouched there watching him quizzically.
"I asked who you were," the boy reiterated the question that had roused Hawk from his meditation.
"I'm Jedi Master Hawk Hinata..." Hawk replied as he pushed himself to his feet.
"Yes, that is who you were...but who are you now?" The boy questioned.
Hawk furrowed his brow and looked at the boy. "What are you?
"Well now that's two questions that you don't know the answer to, " the boy mused.
"Did you disturb me merely for questions and riddles? Hawk coughed and reached for the water contained in his very dusty pack. "You are a construct of the force, and I am still Hawk Hinata."
"If you are unchanged than you have sat a long time for no reason; but the most pressing question is how did those flowers bloom around where you sat with no water and such little light?"
Hawk looked down to where he had sat and sure enough there was a ring of flowers surrounding the patch of ground where he had been meditating. The Jedi looked up and the quickly around the cave but there was no sign that the boy had ever been there. Now as he watched the flowers wilted, died and then completely disappeared. The force was not done with using him as its tool and it seemed that even trying to avoid it was all part of the plan. Questions of the force that Hawk did not have the answer to were few and far between, but the answers were always there waiting to be discovered.