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The Zabrak Jedi quickly controlled himself, though the sight of so many large buildings and flying vehicles was certainly impressive, the air around him had an odd metallic taste, he assumed that this was from the constant traffic and that Humans must be unable to feel it, or at least they didn't show it.

He resisted the urge to take a closer look at the space port when Master Tyr-Kyr stepped out from their ship, Deel like many other Jedi had had the honour of being trained by the Jedi and Deel in particular had a great deal of respect for him. His hands drifted back off of his sabres when Tyr-Kyr began lecturing the gathered Jedi, though he paid it little heed. Like the other Jedi he began following the Master, though he walked quicker so as to walk alongside Tyr-Kyr.

After a moment of walking he turned his head and with a small amount of trepidation asked the question that was beginning to bug him. "Master, I would have thought you would be happier for the chance to visit the old Jedi temple." Like almost all Zabrak Deel had a cold, deep and gravelly voice that betrayed all emotion. "I know more than one Jedi here would have preferred we went straight there." Deel himself was of a mixed mind as to which location he would have preferred, though he himself had strong political views and had long since wished to see the Senate at work, he was nervous to see how they would react to a host of Jedi walking the streets.