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Jedha Jedi Temple
20:00 Hours local time
He held his stance as the doors shut behind him, the door echoing in the near empty corridor. He wandered down the halls, dressed in the common Jedi attire, a simple long flowing brown robe with a white tunic and black boots. His lightsaber hilt hung on his waist, very rarely did he go anywhere without the lightsaber - this was one of the perks of being in a Jedi friendly and well respected halls where you could freely wear it. Out in the galaxy however, Bruce often had to stow his saber away inside his robes; he enjoyed the saber. He was proud of it, he was proud of being a Jedi despite the hostility and misconceptions the Order gained.
He wanted to take a moment to himself, but he also knew that his duties were never done; no matter how they developed; and before he could find himself in the halls of knowledge he needed to stop in at the halls of healing, simply to check in. This was his well known role as he'd taken upon himself since taking up the temporary residence on the planet. Although the tragedy that robbed the Order of their most respected member and rained ruin sections of their comfortable life styles - not to mention the countless injuries. Bruce was happy to help and happy to tend to those in need.
Bruce greeted a few of the members of the Order as they past him in the halls. This was such an unusual feeling for him, as a Knight he had always kind of shut himself away, loosing himself in the halls of knowledge and discoveries, digging up the past and all of that fun stuff as he called it. Since being a master he needed to be more involved and that was where he was at. Undergoing missions across the galaxy and starting to become more familiar to the Knights; that and he'd been unintentionally been a teacher for them.
Bruce stepped up to the large double doors leading into the healing wing. The bardottan pushed the doors open quietly and softly closed them behind him. They were busy, though there were not massive casualties like times of war, but what little patients they had certainly kept them attentive.
A Zabrak Jedi approached the Bardottan, bowing respectfully. "Master Guleya, have you come to help?" Bruce smiled and nodded, "Fortunately Master, we're not exhausted but we'll take whatever assistance to be offered."
@Esther Nyx
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