A warm dry air clung to the atmosphere of Ajan Kloss, leaving everyone and everything feeling as if it was baking along the scorched summer day. It hadn't rained in days, and Oren was starting to wonder if it ever would again. It still felt strange to be on the planet, after all the years of being away, but slowly the Jedi Master had begun to get used to returning and being around the familiar locations, but still he often felt estranged or detached.
Luckily for him, he had those who supported him along his journey, Nara was still there and was about to embark on her own journey of Knighthood, he had taken on the training of Fiach after Mila's disappearance from the order, and of course there was Nashyr--his sweet, sweet Nash. The two of them barely had time to see each other since Rishi and their journey to the Core Worlds, both of them separated by duties and missions. Oren had been hunting down the Sith Eternal while also looking into the strange occurrence of the dead that began to spread across the galaxy. He had met many new people and had a few old reunions that seemed to pull at old wounds and memories, but he did his best to forget about it.
He had found a small abandoned portion of a long vanished temple, which he preferred to spend his time, training his body and clearing his mind, and that is where he had been for the past several hours. He clung to an old stone post which hung twenty to thirty feet from the ground, his feet dangling as he worked on a series of pull ups--his bare abs on full display, as his sun-kissed body shined with a layer of sweat. There was still so much to do, and much that could be done, and he couldn't stop training, too many people depended on him.
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