S u p e r i o r
" To heal others, you must understand their pain. "
There is a certain quality in the dry atmosphere around the temple built in the desert. Deneba, home to a Jedi enclave that has long since withstood the test of time despite the constant conflicts that populated the history of the galaxy. Many Jedi scholars and knights would move about the Deneba enclave, the place abuzz with life as the presiding Jedi Order was soon to leave.
Solidor would have knelt upon a tiled floor within the temple, his cane resting on the ground in front of him as he seemed to be in a deep meditative trance. The elderly Jedi would slowly lift up a hand as his cane would slowly lift up from the ground, slowly rotating to be pointing straight to the ceiling, the crystal embedded at the end slowly pulsating like a heartbeat. It had been a busy week as the resident Jedi Order was getting ready to move and hand off custody of Deneba to the Commenor Systems Alliance to watch over and take care of the old Jedi enclave. The old Master had simply been helping to mediate the move. Many Padawans, Knights and Masters were up and about, though not many had disturbed the meditating Master with questions or requests. Perhaps that would soon change?
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