Faction [NJO] The Way Forward

[Tel Ahren]

Tel's eyes jumped from one speaker to the next in turn, while he stood somewhere within the group. He didn't really have much of an opinion on the matter at hand—he'd just been shuffled from one temple, enclave, or praxeum to the next while the war was ongoing against the Brotherhood of the Maw, and then again as the wars in the core continued. Tython was nice. Coruscant was nice enough. More or less, he was content just to go where the rest said they should.

But his eyes lingered on Ko Vuto for a moment.

"Didn't Jend-Ro Quill write an article about that, years ago? Before he decided he was done being a Jedi? I think I remember running into something like that while I was reading from the archives."

He couldn't resist blurting something out when it rung a bell in his memory. Good job keeping quiet, Tel.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Relocation?

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

”What of the natives that inhabit Tython? Unless I’m mistaken, there were tribes that made the planet as their home.”

Azzie turned her head towards the concern, the confusion in her eyes only getting that much stronger. "The temple there doesn't house any native tribes. It wouldn't have been able too under the curse it was filled with because of the Empire." She started, only looking down to switch her datapad from hand notes to voice translation in order to not lose track of what was being said around them. If there had been a possibility of anyone getting displaced, she would have vetoed immediately. Ultimately, their presence there wouldn't even have to disrupt the locals if those people would rather not interact with them. "There definitely isn't any worry of displacing people. If there was, I'm pretty certain Grandmaster Noble wouldn't have even suggested this in the first place. We wouldn't be forcing anyone out."

She glanced to Aadihr at her side giving him a quick nod to acknowledge his thoughts, her eyes meeting Everest's as well. Though she knew she still looked poorly—black bags under her eyes, thin, paler skin than normal—she hoped at least that she didn't sound as unsure of herself as her mind made her feel in that moment. It was hard not to when the amount of energy everything took was making it hard for her to keep up. Eventually, she turned her attention back to the group.

"I think that Tython deserves to have it's history rebuilt properly and respected in a way that it was stripped of under Imperial occupation. After I fought there, Thurion Heavenshield and I had talked about the possibility of maybe, one day, restoring it's broken moon. He told me that maybe what happened there was like a metaphor for the splintered enclaves. I don't know how possible it is to reunite it, but maybe if we start there, then we'll be one step closer to uniting all of us, too."

Valery Noble | Aadihr Lidos | Everest Vale | Talon Barova | @others in the room not directly mentioned​

 

[Katherine Holt]

Katherine stood towards the back of the circular chamber, easily able to look around at everyone that had attended the gathering. It brought a smile to her face, to see so many fellow Jedi. Though she supposed it was expected, given Valery had framed this being about a very important discussion.

To choose where to make the New Jedi Order’s new home, their new main temple.

She listened as everyone chimed in with their own thoughts and feelings, pretty much all unanimous on the move towards Tython.

Ko Vuto’s words caught Valkyrie's interest. While she hadn’t personally visited many of the Jedi Enclaves, she knew a number of them existed around the galaxy. Perhaps if the Order moved to Tython, away from the Galactic Alliance’s heart, it would better help with reaching out to those reclusive enclaves.

And Braze raised a very good point too. For as much as Coruscant was a fantastic central point, logistically speaking, it wasn’t where the heart of the Jedi Order was. Not surrounded by concrete and metal for as far as the eye could see. It was within and surrounded by nature, where the Jedi of old planted roots.

“I concur with pretty much what everyone else has said. But I’d also like to raise a different point.” Katherine said, finally speaking up. “While Coruscant has had its occasional attacks, from those who were able to strike at the heart of the Core. Tython has seen the brunt of them whenever the Sith; or other Dark-aligned factions have come knocking.” The redhead paused, her gaze sweeping over everyone around her.

“With our Order more better positioned there, we’ll have a greater means of defense when they inevitably try to strike again.”

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Drystan noted the nudge but didn't budge—Sevrin would find it akin to nudging a steel obelisk welded to the rafters. Mid-chew, Drystan turned to his disciple, raising an eyebrow.

"What's up?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to the attempt. "Say, what do you think about moving your training to Tython? It'll bring you closer to how we Jedi attune ourselves to the Force."

Sevrin

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Tython.

Jungle world. One which he had been to twice now. One where he had suffered and lost. One where he had proven himself capable. He had a lot of feelings about the place, but he wouldn't let those feelings cloud his judgment on the matter. It was good to be one with nature. Given that the world had been cleansed of its darkness, it was a place where they could, once again, find peace.

Others brought up the point of being around those that they served, or spreading their numbers around throughout the galaxy and he saw the wisdom in that as well. They were certainly needed in more than just the Alliance space. Why were they always being so directly tied to it?

"We tie ourselves too much to the Alliance," he said, though he wasn't raising his voice loud when he spoke it, so might be only those near him would hear.

Someone brought up that it was the ancestral home of the Jedi and his mind couldn't help but return to the fact that it was also the ancestral home of the people who became the Sith and the Dark Jedi. There was a lot to be said for understanding history, and Caelan had spent a lot of time when he was a new padawan studying the orders roots and foundation. Knowing what had happened on Tython originally, the evil that the Jedi had perpetrated upon the galaxy before, made him understand more deeply what Jedi SHOULD be.

"Tython was mentioned as our ancestral home but it was the ancestral home to all users of the Force. It's the first place it was truly studied. We should remember that and not let it be a return that instigates a sense of pride in us. Already it seems that too many of us have forgotten what Jedi should be. Too often we're acting as soldiers for the Alliance when we should be out helping people who need it rather than never leaving alliance space except to attack Sith worlds."

Sometimes he felt like some of the order would be better designated as Ashlan Sith than Jedi, honestly.

"If Tython helps us return to our roots of focusing on helping people, of venturing out into the galaxy to help solve problems instead of being soldiers, then I think that would be beneficial to us all."

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[Nulgath Zardai]

Midst the crowds of jedi a white robed specter flanked by two jedi temple guards. His appearence was rather ghastly, gaunt and resembled a corpse. Such as descriptive was accurate as well, not just for his physical attributes but also in the force. A maelstrom of contradiction. The embodiment of paradox. Yet he was there. Midst the guardians of the light and learning their ways himself. " May I remind you all, if I be welcome here," He paused and looked at the two temple guards next to him and then to everyone else, as if for permission before continuing. "To return to Tython under the pretense of reclamation is, I fear, a venture rooted more in nostalgia than discernment. This world is not the cradle of your Order, it is the crucible of it. A primordial fulcrum upon which the cosmic scales of Ashla and Bogan tip not by choice, but by inevitability."

"Tython is no passive terra. It is an epistemological entity, a planet shaped not merely by tectonics or climate, but by ideology and by belief as well. It responds to dissonance in the Force as the body reacts to a pathogen: violently, instinctually, and without care for collateral damage." He moved one pace forward. His fingers twitch and eyes looking to the ceiling trying to recall ancient inscriptions, glyphs written in languages no longer spoken, carved into stone that bled. Stones he had studied during his stay there under the Dark Empire.

"When the Je'daii faltered, when philosophical equipoise gave way to absolutism—the planet itself became apocalyptic. Atmospheric convulsions, geomagnetic catastrophes, and sentient storms scoured the surface. Tython did not merely host history; it participated in it."

"Temporal anomalies still persist in the deeper rifts. There are vector fractures wherein causality is a mere suggestion. Echoes of prelapsarian Je'daii walk amongst the stones like pale memories, and there are hollows where sound refracts into voices you have not spoken yet. To dwell long in such regions is to court metaphysical erosion of the self."

"Moreover," he continues, his voice like the slow turning of pages in a forgotten tome, "the ecosystem has evolved—or perhaps regressed—into a kind of dark-side echo chamber as some of you have no doubt mentioned and encountered. I encountered, not long ago, a botanical sentience, The Drengir and other twisted beings." His green gaze flicked to everyone, one by one. "Tython is no longer merely a world. It is a gestalt mnemonic—a reliquary of suffering, zealotry, and cataclysm. To treat it as a seat of peace is to play dejarik atop a volcano and declare the heat irrelevant. So please hear me when I say, Reoccupation must be approached not with ceremonial reverence but with academic caution, metaphysical vigilance, and a readiness to confront a landscape that is as ideologically dangerous as any archive of Sith."

He motioned backwards and bowed out of respect. "I offer this not as a rebuke, but as a scholar of perdition. What some call sanctum… may yet prove sepulchre to others."

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[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Everyone present)

The weird, talking white specter made a good point, if in a rather verbose manner. However, there was one point amidst the wide discussion that stuck out, one Jack saw fit to rebuke.

"We're hardly only playing soldiers in our effort to help fix the galaxy, in fact are we all not forgetting our recent deeds with aiding refugees and settlers, and cleaning up the messes of criminal and governmental bodies?" The Knight pointed out among the crowd, offering a half-hearted smirk. "Returning to Tython won't change that, nor loosen our ties with the Alliance; which, I would like to point out, is a mutually beneficial relationship. We're only changing the scenery, nothing more."

Honeslty, whether people liked it or not, they were tied to the GA for better or worse, and in Jack's opinion, all for the better. There's been no reason to cast doubt on this working partnership yet; the whole Hapes debacle aside. Simply moving their prime powerbase over to a Deep Core World was only that.

And frankly, Jack would prefer to wake up to a real sunrise than an artificial one.

"Tython is where the Force was uncovered in the known galaxy; perhaps, by returning home, we can gleen further clarity, away from the noise and political maneuvering of the Deep Core. If the Senate's going to relocate and stay on another world," The smile he finished was full of jest, darting his gaze side to side with folded, robed arms, "Why can't we have that option?"

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Fresh to the New Jedi Order, with only one mission to his name - though crossing paths with the Grandmaster Valery Noble in the process - Mykel didn't feel quite so confident to voice his opinion on matters among his more established peers. So he sat silently poised, but enthralled by the proceedings. Not since he was a youngling on Kashyyyk had he witnessed such a large gathering of Jedi.

However, quietly he did lean toward Tython as he witnessed the two projections side by side. Already he had spent time there helping to establish a refugee settlement now feeling at home, while he had never set foot on Coruscant before. Tython didn't feel much different from his own small Enclave on Corsucul. There was something thrilling about stepping foot on Tython, reaching back through countless ages to the roots of his ideological forebears.

Judging by the overall direction of the discussion, there seemed to be a growing consensus toward Tython, but he welcomed the different perspectives, the Padawan gaining valuable insight in the process.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr has remained impassive, but something that had been spoken by knight Valoren ate at him.

"...Too often we're acting as soldiers for the Alliance when we should be out helping people who need it rather than never leaving alliance space except to attack Sith worlds."

Normally he would bite his tongue - if he had not just returned from outside of GA space to rescue the woman sitting directly next to him. If he hadn't experienced what goes on away from alliance space firsthand.

"And what of the people who fight and die for us? Those not gifted with the force, who take up arms to assist us and the light? Should we do readily dispose of them when we don't need them? Should we dispence of the service corps as well? Or is this a conclusion you've come to only after the people of the alliance fought and bled for your throne, King Caelan Valoren ?"

Aadihr bit his tongue. Whether here or on Tython he did not care, but the talk of abandoning the people who have given their lives to unify and hold order stirred a temper in him.

"The people of the Alliance fight and die so that we can live to our code. I urge you, all of you to think of a life's value. Those who who fight for us as much as for each other are no less valuable than you or I, yet they die in swathes while you and I emerge unscathed."

He regretted the accusation at Caelan, but did not regret speaking his mind. His tone softened, the reaction within him cooling.

"We are stronger together. It is our duty to protect them when they need us, just as they protect us every hour of every day in their borders and ask nothing of us in return."

His attention flickered to the spectral-like being in the room. Aadihr cared not for Tython being forced neutral, and the aura and alignment of Nulgath Zardai was almost grounds for Aadihr to remove him from the room, but he found himself agreeing.

"I rescind my earlier sentiment. I am not neutral, I believe we should remain on Coruscant, around the ugly grey buildings, artificial sunrises, and, most importantly, among the people. People we can and have helped - and continue to do so just with our presence. Tython will still be there, an ancestral resort and historical site of reverence - but moving the heart of our order to a more relaxing environment serves us and us alone. It is a selfish change, fleeing from responsibility for nostalgia and comfort by my estimations."

Aadihr stopped, collected his breath, and sat down.

Caelan Valoren | Valery Noble | Azurine Varek | @everyon​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Discussions like these were healthy – after all, moving the Order's capital was not a small thing. Whether or not Tython would become their new home, their work here would not end. She liked to think it a labor of love; Darkness had seeped beneath Tython's very crust, and they'd only just begun to chase it away. It would take time to cleanse the holy world completely.

Standing beside Mykel Dawson , Cora remained silent from now. She observed and absorbed. Then, in a lowered voice so that only the two of them could hear, she asked:

"What do you think, Padawan?"

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"There seems to be some sort of misunderstanding here, going on and around." Kahlil hummed softly from where he stood beside Valery. He cast her a glance at first before glancing towards Caelan Valoren and Aadihr Lidos most of all. They were relatively new to the Order, which meant they wouldn't know some of the older things.

"The discussion is for where the Jedi of the New Jedi Order will call home, as an Order. We're not leaving Coruscant, Force knows I've too much paperwork there to up and leave behind. My temple on New Cov isn't being abandoned either. Nor is Lothal, which I'm sure Master Kai'el would appreciate seeing. If there's another temple you'd prefer to stay at, I encourage you go there. For you Knights, we've a whole fund dedicated to helping you explore the stars, explore the galaxy and learn. The Jedi of the Old Republic, a time when our Grandmaster was still a padawan, even a youngling, called Tython home because of it's connection to the Force. It is a place we can rest and meditate."

He paused.

"But it is not the only place. Nor will it be. We are people, at the end of the day. Having a place we can rest without the pressures of being the hero's of the Alliance or the arbiters of justice that the average person can see us as is the sort of place I'd consider home."

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aadihr Lidos

The blue flickering image of Braze's projection remained still for a moment. Only the faint buzz of the holotransmitter hummed as Aadihr's words echoed through the chamber. When Braze finally spoke, his vocoder threaded through with that odd filtered tone of a voice younger than what it should be, with an un settling delivery that was some how still... off.

"I don't believe anyone here is suggesting that we turn our backs on the people who've bled beside us, Knight Lidos. But before we talk about duty to others, we need to ask if we're in the right condition to serve at all."

He tilted his head ever so slightly,

"I would like to think, you, of all people, might've come to understand that, lately, Knight Lidos."

His figure shifted faintly, just enough to suggest the weight of thought as he processed what he wanted to say next,

"But I also don't believe we serve them best by chaining ourselves to a capital that's shifting its priorities, while we stay locked in place out of fear of change. We didn't earn the respect of the people by being seen. We earned it by being present. Wherever we were needed, from warfront to wasteland. You and I both know it's not about where we sit. It's about what we do."

His gaze, such as it could be conveyed through projection, narrowed slightly but not un-kind.

"Relocating the heart of our efforts will be more about rebuilding not just where we live, but how we live. Tython won't change the work ; we will. But sometimes, a little distance gives us the breath we need to remember why we do this in the first place.

Being constantly wrapped up in the epicenter can overwhelm even the strongest minds. It pushes us to act on impulse, to move without clarity , and that kind of urgency can do more harm than good. It leads us to act too quickly in the moment, driven by urgency rather than reflection. Just like the body must be cared for before it can endure the trials of battle, the Order must take time to steady itself if we hope to guide others.
A sound, tempered mind is what's needed, especially now.

Tython offers a better nesting ground. A place less clouded by external influences. One where Padawans can be taught with intention, not distraction. Where they can learn to live with the Force, rather than simply reacting to it's ripples without the preparation they deserve, and forcibly being subjected to the currents of the galaxy without the tools or time to understand them."

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[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: Courscant
Tags: Vera Noble | Caelan Valoren | Aadihr Lidos | Kahlil Noble | Braze
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Robes | Utility Belt
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His hand flexed gently in the grip of Vera's.

Kaelos had intended to sit quietly and listen, mostly bantering with Vera but he couldn't bite his tounge. Aadihr Lidos was one of the few people who he had spoken to in the Jedi Order, one of the first people to actually give him the time of day.

"I second the comments from Knight Lidos" he spoke up with some false confidence behind his back. "I understand that the Jedi want to go and live in peace away from the politics of the Alliance, and trust me I understand it" he commented, despite himself being comfortable on Courscant with it being all he had ever known. "Yet Tython is away from those whom we swear to protect, who our duty is to protect. Those people are here, on Courscant and on the numerous other Alliance worlds represented in the senate"

He was a fifteen year old Padawan, he was almost certain that no-one would take him seriously but he was on a roll now. "Master Noble" he acknowledged Kahlil Noble , quickly coming to the realisation that he was holding the Shield of the Jedi's daughters hand whilst talking to him. He offered Vera's hand a gentle squeeze, not quite letting go unless she pulled away herself. She was giving him the strength to keep going, the confidence to say what he was thinking. "I completely understand what you are saying, and the fact that the options will be there for Jedi to operate out of a Temple of their choosing is indeed a positive thing" he accepted. "However the majority of the Order being out on Tython? Courscant has been the home of the Jedi for generations, I'd suggest longer than Tython was our home. People expect the Jedi to be on Courscant, people know they can get help if they come here"

"Don't get me wrong" he continued. "I'm not opposed to the move. A fresh start when the galaxy is in chaos may not be a bad thing. Returning to the location where the Jedi were founded, returning to the ancesteral home isn't a bad thing. I just.... Knight Lidos makes a few valid points"

He looked around and noted Braze speaking. "As does my own Master" he added with a smile.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You're very young, Padawan Vryn, so it might feel as if it's been a long time. Kashyyyk was this era of Jedi's home far longer than Coruscant has been. It was my home as a Jedi, where I learned to even be a Jedi. You say that Coruscant is our home and has been, but it was Tython that was our home before the Maw invaded. Our tenure on Coruscant is a relatively short stint in our history."

Kaelos Vryn

 

[Tel Ahren]

"Maybe we take the outlook of not having any one main temple, but many? Like master..." What was his name? The short temple guard had said it, he was sure, he just had to think back to it...

"Master Vuto was referring to. Like that old article. There are a lot of options for temples, enclaves, and praxeums, yeah? If we're thinking about Tython, and the Je'daii..." He looked at the emaciated figure that had first mentioned them. Something about the man seemed...very wrong, and not just his appearance. Tel was going to stay away from him. "Wasn't their council made up of the leaders of the various temples, in the history books? Couldn't we do something similar, even if the current council was all at one temple? Or if each of them took charge of a temple of their own?"

Barring the ones that were quite literally married, anyways. Hopefully that exception didn't need to be mentioned.

"Just, I don't know, embrace the idea of the galaxy at large being home, rather than any one specific place? Like we've already said, there's plenty of places beyond just Coruscant and Tython, too."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

"What do you think, Padawan?"

It took a moment for Mykel to register that the question was directed at him, staring ahead intently as a virtual stranger within the gathering. The Padawan hadn't expected anyone here to be personally consulting him on his opinion about anything today, but it had surely happened.

Fiddlesticks.

He didn't recognize the blonde, but she carried herself with such a regal poise that he couldn't help but straighten up reflexively in her presence. She could have been another Padawan for all he knew, but her posture commanded respect.

"I would say Tython," he replied, tone low but even. He had held his tongue not out of indecisiveness, but out of respect as a newcomer. "Despite some troubling developments brought about by its recent occupation, I feel an affinity for that place. The Force calls me to tend to that world. To restore balance."

He shook his head a little, finding the reasoning behind his choice a little underwhelming hearing it out loud. "My apologies, I can only speak on my own feelings at this moment. I am very much a novice when considering the wider political and logistical considerations of relocation, but I do recognize it would be quite the daunting task."

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Everyone present)

A light smile emerged over his bearded visage, Jack nodded lightly at the idea Tel Ahren was going with, and opted to offer a spin on it.

"Or, perhaps one among the High Council assigned each to oversee one of our major Temples, Enclaves or even outposts. Assuring the galaxy we're still watching out for them, while moving the main body to somewhere more ideal for who we are and how we may do good." The Jedi raised an index finger in emphasis.

 

[Kellen Mynn]

The Way Forward
Location: Coruscant
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Robes w/ Jumpsuit & Belt
Tag: Everyone present.

Kellen observed the interactions and points being made from all sides as he skirted the perimeter of the gathering. Always the lone wolf, silent and observational, instead of trying to make his voice heard.

Some made good points. Some made points which they thought best but perhaps forgetting the logistics and bigger picture of what they proposed. To Kellen, it did not matter what floating rock the Jedi called home. It did not effect his work in anyway. He would still travel the galaxy as he always had, simply being a Jedi without all the added nonsense a lot of fellow Jedi seemed to busy themselves with nowadays.

So long as their Order was able to continue to serve the people, and by extension the Alliance, it didn't really matter where they laid their head to rest. If some wanted Tython then they could go there. If others preferred the bustling activity of Coruscant then they could stay here. That was the bliss of having the freedom of choice as Jedi should.

Kellen crossed his arms and leaned against a wall, blue eyes surveying the crowd as he took in who spoke and where they stood on the matter. He loved these sort of debates. Loved seeing the younger Jedi especially voice their opinions. Too often Masters like himself overlooked their younger counterparts for not having the experience or wisdom to understand...Kellen wasn't so arrogant or prideful. He knew better.

All opinions should be considered when making such decisions, a fact Val currently displayed she knew much of with this announcement. He just hoped it ended amicably and everyone found some sort of finality with what they decided here today.​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

HOME AGAIN
CORUSCANT
JEDI TEMPLE

They were late.

Yes, “They”.

Stay next to me… good boy.

Connel was in his gear, but his mask was off as he walked up the steps and around the vestibule with his best friend, Who else but "Buster"? The pup was happily trotting alongside, and when they rounded the corner into the gathering, Buster just sat and looked up to his hooman, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. Of course Connel looked down and nodded. He knew what Buster was asking.

Go ahead. Happily, the Gallinorese Mountain Aak Dog trotted around, wagging his tail and stopping next to anyone that wanted to give him a scratch and say “hiiii”. Connel was in view of the steps and waved the other individual to hold off for the moment. Right now, just listen and watch.

Valery Noble • Anyone who wants to say “HIIII” to Buster. • Not tagging everyone else, but you are more than welcome to talk to him.​

 

[Jonyna Si]

Jonyna looked from her own spot in the chamber, her eyes closed as she thought through it.

When she was a child, a hopeful kitten looking to the stars at what her people called Nyota Kuu Ya Kaskazini, Coruscant was the center of everything. The Republic, the Jedi, the Military. While the Clone Wars raged around them, Cathar had been left out of the action, only for Jonyna to grow eager to finally join their ranks. Fight alongside them. But now centuries later, when she finally arrived on the planet, she did feel it. The planet's lack of connection to the Force. Or at least...it's complicated one.

The steel and stone didn't help, and Jonyna would be the first to admit her dislike of the city itself.

But...

By the time of her own journey to become a jedi, Tython had been...forgotten. Not abandoned, but left as another planet within the Republic. As such, Jonyna never knew Tython as the birthplace of the jedi, only as another star in the sky. Her brief visits there had only been under the pre-tense of the Core Wars, and she rarely felt the planet was 'home'.

And yet, anytime she was there, she felt the call of the Force. The forests, the plains, the mountains. It was obvious why the Order had started there.

"It's our job as the Order of the Alliance to show we stand with them, not in isolation. Tython would be a great place to study, to help grow our order, but it's not somewhere the people of the Alliance are. Coruscant is. It's the heart, and somewhere we fought to defend. Much of Tython is still tainted by the dark side, still being rebuilt. I vote we stay here. Not because it would be better for us, but because it would be better for the people around us. Keeping our main temple here would show the people we do not intend to abandon them."