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The wind had changed. It was simulated of course, the contemplation gardens were weathered against the elements. Not to mention roofed to prevent anyone from outside finding their way into the Jedi Temple. He sat here among the plants, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes. The light had changed since he had started his meditation, while it had been around mid-day when he entered the Garden now it was late noon. It would be dark soon, another day gone and the war between the Confederacy of Independent Systems and Galactic Republic still raged on. He couldn't sense it here on Coruscant thankfully but there was death and pain out there in the Galaxy. As two armies destroyed worlds in the name of those who previously tried to protect them. He shook his head as he stood up. It would do no good to spend all of his time here in gardens, soon he would require sustenance and Seris apparently had some form of planetary sample she wanted him to review. 

Walking the halls he nodded at several Jedi as he passed them, there was a peace here in the temple. He truly did not know how he felt about that, the Jedi leading a war that was destroying worlds despite their best effort to save them and yet here at home there was complete and utter peace. Business as usual. He stopped to look at an LAAT landing on one of the nearby platforms, Jedi nodding at the clones before boarding. Then again, the Temple was not the same as it had always been. It was now a part of the war. The communications tower had become a target for several Separatist plots over the years for the Jedi commanded vast fleets and armies from there. Planning planetary sieges and occupations. However all that was coming to an end, things were already beginning to wind down. Though what would happen to the Clone Army when the Army was no longer required? Would the Jedi have to fight the Republic to ensure the Freedom that this war was about? Freedom that had been as much a casualty in this war as all those that had died. 

He sighed, a strange sound for anyone nearby thanks to his four throats. He pushed such thoughts out of his mind, the war would end. The Chancellor would be voted out of office and likely the Clones would become citizens of the Republic, with some of them being kept on as a small peacekeeping force. Hopefully then, the temple would return to what it once was. A home of tranquility and peace, a place of growth and learning. A beacon to the entire galaxy as a sign that someone cared, there was hope. Rather than it being a sign of Republic power and a place to be feared by those within the Confederacy of Independent systems. 

Yet, there was a strange feeling in the Force. It clung to him like an Ant-Fly. A storm was on the horizon, and everything was about to change. He would have to trust in the Force. It would show him the way, it always did. Looking down on one of the landing pads he watched as several members of the Jedi Council boarded a LAAT, Anakin Skywalker the so called Chosen One was there. He shook his head as he headed back inside headed for the Archives. The Council was likely heading after another suspected incident about the whereabouts off Darth Sidious. Nothing to be concerned about. He started to hum an old Ithorian melody, quite content.

No matter what happened, the Jedi would weather the storm and help bring peace to the galaxy.