Ithor never felt like home. The Order had established a presence years ago but only recently expanded with the loss of Yavin. It just wasn’t quiet the same. Alex had called a number of Temples home over the years. Ajan Kloss, Dantooine, New Alderaan, Yavin, and even Brighthome. Those had each felt right to her. She was sure, in time, Ithor would feel the same. For now, she mostly left the running of this Temple to others. Brighthome more suited her needs or one of the Capital ships. Ithor called her only when there was a reason.
The Council Chambers overlooked an overcast sky. Rain clicking against the windows. Alex had wanted to do this early, but her schedule was cumbersome. The sun was setting and night was beginning to cover the world. Kaisa waited with her. Alex’s eyes lingering over the empty chairs. She checked her chrono. “Nearly time.” Her voice echoed in the quiet room. The two Jedi waiting for Hera. The circumstances of this gathering a far cry from their last meeting.
They’d rid a Sith from the galaxy. Now, they would take a very different step forward. Hera and Alex saw many things differently. That was one of the many reasons this was necessary. Alex breathed evenly as she slowly found her seat. Stretching her legs in the center most chair. One day all the chairs would be filled again. Slowly, they recovered from the losses on Ajan Kloss, Max, and Hans. One small step at a time.
Once Hera arrived the Grandmaster would gesture for the woman to stand before them. The room remaining silent. There was no rush for what they did here today. The moment would be properly observed.
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