Josh sat alone within a Room in the Jedi Temple on Dantooine. He moved a loch of hair from his pale face. He was kneeling down his aber on his hip,his eyes closed. He opened them after a few minutes of utter slience and calm. He slowly stood and as he did he Flex his right hand and the Cybernetics moved seemlessly to that of an organic one.<br/><br/>He had Sensed a disturbance within the Force. His blue eyes that had once been a violent yellow only a few years ago scanned the sinple training room. The windows were open and a calm breeze blew into the simple stone walled and floored room. His robe blew open alittle revealing the Beskar Armor under it but the Knight robe covered it like an over sized cape almost. The Black and Crimson armor under his robe was recently repaired since his last mission and as the last standing member of his family he was Charged by Tradition to wear this sacred peice of armor. He was of Mandalorian Birth but taken long ago to become one of the best Warriors in the Galaxy... A Jedi.<br/><br/>Josh looked out into the lust green feilds of Dantooine. He was half expecting a Padawan to wander in and seek advice from the seasoned Knight to figure out one of his Old Master's Riddles or Questions. He missed his old Master but after he attained the Rank of Knight after a long Road of punishment and earning his place back within the Order after his Foolish Mistake. He sighed deeply as he touched the brutal looking Cybernetic arm and he knew the pain ran much deeper then flesh and bone.