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The Northern Plains
Voss, Voss System
For Connor, the only place he knew for peace was the plans of Voss; home to his Silver Jedi.
The crisp morning light was perfect to walk in, and it helped clear his head and let him gather his thoughts. He didn’t want anything today in the form of answers, he just wanted to feel normal and alive and human after the nightmare he had come through recently.
He wore just his combat trousers and vest, adorned with a small rips and cuts, and his wounds were on show. He didn’t care. He needed to feel the air on his skin to make sure he was still human.
Wildlife called around him in the far forests, and the babbling brooks broke up the grasslands. The might waterfalls and bridge linking the Temple from where it stood atop a cliff could be seen from where he walked. Connor always kept the mighty Temple in sight wherever he was, a reassuring sight to him. The sky was blue, the grass was dotted with colourful flowers and the Force was bristling around the Rogue Master.
But now, he wasn’t really a Rogue Master; he was just Connor.
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