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The small ship dropped out of hyperspace above the planet of Tython. The planet grew large in the viewport of the cockpit where the old man sat and stared for a moment. It has been too long. He thought to himself as he plotted a decent course and clicked the seat harness over his grey armoured robes. The ship blasted through the atmosphere and once re-entry was achieved the old man switched off the auto pilot and took the controls. He made minor course alterations as he flew past mountains and forests as he made his way to the Jedi Temple. As the Temple came into view he fired the thrusters and lowered the landing gear. Setting the ship down gently on one of the landing pads he unclipped the harness and gathered his travel pack. He grasped his lightsaber at his belt just to reassure himself that it was indeed still there, this one more precious to him than any others he had owned. There was a gust of wind as the landing ramp lowered and the air lock door opened. It had been several months since he had last tasted fresh air and he took a deep breath. After a moment he walked down the ramp, his pace slow and purposeful, he was in no rush, he'd been away for almost twenty years after all. He looked up at the Temple and sighed. It certainly had been too long.