Unfinished business.

It was a familiar subject matter to Zem Vymes, and one he'd become familiar with confronting from the day he decided to stop running from his past, and to don a brown robe again.

He'd returned. He'd become a Jedi once more. He confronted his life-long friend Loklorien, and made the difficult decision to choose the Order over her. He'd paid for a life of bad decisions with having to learn the right ones the hard way. Now it was time to pass that knowledge on.

Vymes stopped in a crowded hallway in Whaladon's snarl of crew quarters. The aurebesh on the door told him this was the place. He dinged the chime.

"Amos?"