War had changed the Jedi Temple. The once-quiet halls now carried the constant movement of Jedi and clone officers, voices low with strategy and exhaustion. Outside, the endless lights of Coruscant stretched into the dark sky as a small transport shuttle descended toward the Temple landing platform. Inside sat a single passenger. Isara Terek kept her hands folded in her lap, hidden beneath the sleeves of a dark cloak. A mask covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.