A smile lit his bearded face as he looked on the spires of Temple Theed, bringing the smoothly handled ship ever closer, and finally into the Temple's hangar itself. Bryce settled her into the designated landing pad and lofted his brows, gazing out the viewport at the Temple walls. Home, he thought.
He shut the Saber down, running his hands over the well-worn, if state of the art, controls. The Jedi Knight slid out of the pilot's chair, slung his bag over his shoulder and strode to the exit ramp, Corellian-style Jedi robes billowing behind him. In truth, he had no idea what to expect upon his return to Naboo. Bryce simply knew this was where he was to be, and he could accept reality based only on that little information. The Force would guide him further, he knew and trusted.







