As Jenner made his way back through the vast temple, he began to notice that what had started as a small discrepancy in what was an otherwise normal-feeling day was quickly becoming undeniably tumultuous.  He subconsciously picked up his pace from a calm saunter to a deliberate stride as the feeling grew progressively worse and more worrisome.  There was no doubt that many of the other Jedi must have picked up on it by now.  Something big was going to happen soon.

Even though he could feel it's weight on his belt, Jenner brought a hand to his lightsaber to ensure he still had it.  Though he hadn't participated in it, the battle of Coruscant was still fresh in his mind.  The fact that such a large battle had happened in orbit around what was essentially the capital of the Republic was nothing if not unnerving.  He wondered if a second such event was about to take place, or already was.  He wondered if it perhaps had something to do with the mission to capture Darth Sidious.  From what he knew, the Council had that matter well in hand, but he couldn't help but worry about it.  Come to think of it, he couldn't help but be worried in general.

He slowed down at some juncture in the temple, realizing he had lost track of where he was.  He paused and looked around, realizing he was near the archives.  This much thinking about the worst couldn't be healthy, and was probably only helping to circulate the wave of uncertainty that was permeating the temple.  He sauntered over to a wall and leaned against it, taking a few deep breaths.  There is no emotion, there is peace.  Although it was one of the ideals that Jenner found problematic about the Jedi, he was beginning to understand why it existed.  He decided that it may be best to stop and try to clear his mind.

He began to head back towards his room, but as he passed the training rooms he felt inexplicably drawn towards one of them.  The one he had been in just a couple of hours before.  Moreover, it was the one he had almost always used, though now that he thought about it, he did not know why.  Regardless, he decided to enter it.  He wasn't sure what he would find, if anything, but he knew it was the place he wanted to be for the time being.  The door opened, revealing the plain unassuming room, despite the many modular panels in the floor and walls that could be extended or retracted to simulate several different environments or scenarios.  He gazed around the room briefly, trying to tell if anything was amiss.  The room was very rectangular, with the exception of several support pillars running up the lengths of the walls with struts spanning between them near the ceiling.  Nothing seemed wrong.

Satisfied that the room wasn't booby-trapped, Jenner walked towards the center of the room.  "Dim the lights," he said, prompting the room to automatically bring the lights to a very dim setting.  He stopped at the center of the room, setting his lightsaber on the floor just in front of him and sitting himself down.  He crossed his legs and cupped his palms over his knees before closing his eyes.  He began to clear his mind of any obtrusive thoughts, instead choosing to focus on other things.

His thoughts drifted to his early life, when he still lived on Manaan.  He didn't recall much, nor did he know much at the time, aside from the endless ocean all around the one solitary settlement on the surface.  As he would later come to learn, Ahto City was nearly completely destroyed by Sith bombardments that occurred over a thousand years ago.  The Selkath never fully recovered from the attack, since kolto was more or less pushed into obsolescence by bacta.  Most of the Selkath had left Ahto City by that point.  The few that stayed were mainly those who wanted to try to keep their weakened government running, and keep Ahto City opened as a trading post.  Still, it had practically faded to the point of obscurity long before Jenner was ever born, and few people really came to Manaan after the end of the Old Republic era.

Jenner idly wondered how different things would have been had he lived when Manaan was a fairly major export hub.  He had seen images of what Ahto City used to be like.  A massive platform on the surface of an otherwise endless ocean; so large it was visible from orbit.  It was no less large nowadays, though it was in far worse condition, and only a few of what used to be over a hundred ports were serviceable, let alone in use.  The Selkath were never able to do anything more than maintain the intact portions of the city and cordon off the rest, what with kolto being as unprofitable as it was.  They barely had enough revenue to even do that.  Still, Ahto City kept running, if barely.

The brief history lesson had helped to distract Jenner, and now he decided to simply try to picture the ocean.  Of all the things he had seen, he still thought the ocean planet was the prettiest.  Possibly it was a bit of homesickness on his part, even though he had barely lived there for long after his very first memories.  He hardly even remembered his parents, and he never took it upon himself to see about making a brief trip back.  Maybe he would have to change that.

After some time and a few more idle thoughts, Jenner brought himself back to reality.  Though he had only been within the room for a few minutes, he felt that the time he had spent helped calm him down some, if nothing else.  The sense of foreboding still hung around him somewhat, but at least he had brought himself back to his senses.  Now he decided to go back to his room and try to finally get some rest, though if he happened to pass one of the Jedi Masters, he would be sure to bring up the disturbance.