You had been gone three years. The air here smelled different now. Not of wild soil and rain, but of clean stone, filtered air, and a faint, ozone-like tang of energy.

Ahead, the massive doors to the Council Chamber were sealed. Flanking them, two Temple Guards stood motionless, their featureless white masks and yellow-bladed lightsaber pikes giving nothing away. As you approached, their helms turned in perfect unison to track your progress.