The wind softly blew across the jungle canopy, nowhere near hard enough, however, to mask the sounds of the reconstruction teams hard at work in every part of the Great Temple. Jacen Solo sighed to himself, standing atop the ziggurat, thinking back on the hell that had been the last few years of his life. Now this voice that only his twin sister Jaina and a few other Jedi could hear was calling for help from deep in the Unknown Regions. Jacen just grinned that lopsided Solo grin, "Ah well. No rest for a Jedi Knight, it seems…" he muttered.
