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The view was nothing short of beautiful.
It had been years since Masters Austin and Galahad visited this small village on Dantooine, though the sunsets certainly had not changed in the least. With the last light of the sun escaping over the hills of the settlement, the sky turned fiery red and purple while the first stars began shining above. This time, the Jedi had their own ship that they were able to fly closer to the settlement instead of having to rent a speeder for their trip. However, the Azarael was weighed down much differently now — all the medical equipment had been removed to be installed into Deep Stone Crypt. To both Austin's chagrin and relief, he and his fellow Jedi Master had not needed to make use of the substitute hospital. The doctor would have liked to at least test its capabilities once or twice, but he put such desires aside for the good of the Order.
It was good that the equipment was no longer on board, because they instead had cargo of a different kind. With them, Austin and Galahad brought two Jedi Knights and three younglings from Brighthome along with all their meager belongings. In accordance with Wyck's directive that the Order should go into hiding, the Jedi Masters had thought it prudent to make use of their influence with settlements across the Galaxy to ease this process. Setting down the Azarael in the closest available clearing, they were all still some distance from the village. The loading ramp hissed as it opened up, blowing steam into the evening air of Dantooine. "Knights Eris, Bracus," Austin addressed the two Jedi standing nearby. "Are you ready?" They both nodded reassuringly. "As ready as I think we can be, Master Wolfe," Bracus replied with a small smile.
The laughing and giggling of children echoed from the depths of the medical craft. It seemed they had taken great interest with Tennant, and were having great fun pestering the D-0-C Medical Droid. Eris straightened the civilian clothing she had donned as part of their guise. "Young ones! It's time to leave," she called out, eliciting several moans and sad replies from the children. "Say goodbye to your friend!" Tennant came wobbling through the ship's corridors, with one of the kids dangling from his robotic leg. "Confound these children!" he exclaimed, having had quite enough of the shenanigans and tomfoolery.