#utuli

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Debate isn’t just for Council meetings. 

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Master and apprentice.

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From the moment his shuttle touched down on Tython, he could sense the unease in the Jedi around him. The Padawans in the training grounds stared at him, whispered to each other, as he walked slowly up the path to the Temple. Their fearful whispers brought a wry, bittersweet smile to his lips - he couldn’t blame them for their fear: he had razed this very Temple and murdered their Masters on its steps decades ago. 

The old Twi'lek, battered and scarred from countless battles, passed through the doors with a simple nod of acknowledgment from the young Knights watching the entrance. They might have been younglings when he last visited this world.

Pausing at the great Holocron hovering serenely in the entrance hall, he stopped to meditate, calling on the Force in a way that still felt new to him. The maelstrom he remembered riding desperately for so long calmed to a cool stream of unknown depth, but the new sensation was refreshing, cleansing, unafraid of whatever storms he had been through, impossibly forgiving of those he had unleashed. In the Force he only felt the safety of this stream - the unease of the Temple was momentarily wiped away as he meditated. 

Making his way up the steps towards the Councillor’s chambers, he paused before knocking at the door. The Master on the inside had last seen him in a cell, lying broken, cursing, bleeding, insane. His old pride still stumbled with accepting that image of himself. Breathing in slowly to steady himself, he knocked gently once. 

The door hissed open smoothly, the golden natural light from the large windows bathing the room in a serene glow. The sound of running water and the smell of fertile earth from the many plants around the room poured into the hall as he stepped inside. 

On the floor amid the greenery, his red lekku draped around his neck over his simple grey robe, the Master knelt facing the window, back to the door, emanating a deep sense of peace. As the newcomer stopped just before the edge of the meditation mat, the Master rose and turned around slowly, reaching up to untie the veil that had covered his eyes from the physical world for the last few decades. He dropped the covering, and looked for the first time into the same violet eyes he hadn’t seen since a childhood a lifetime ago. "Welcome home, brother."

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Utuli and Zenith on Belsavis.

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With the Force as our ally, justice WILL prevail.