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Obi-Wan broke out of his meditation with a sigh. He had been on Tython for maybe fifteen years (fifteen? Twenty? Obi-Wan had lost track) after the Great Jedi Purge, and he had also been with Cody alone for that length of time, meditating and watching the Force get darker with the shadow of his former Padawan and the Sith Lord they were too blind to see. Every day, there were fewer lights in the galaxy, and Obi-Wan wished he could help them. Occasionally, one of the lights would glow brighter before turning dark, and Obi-Wan knew with a heavy heart that those lights had just turned from Jedi to Inquisitor.
While Cody and Obi-Wan had been on Tython, they had discovered that the place was not only home of the Jedi Order, but it was also a Force nexus; it made anyone who spent a great deal of time there Force-sensitive. They’d realised after Cody had subconsciously started making things float while Obi-Wan was teaching him how to meditate.
After they had discovered this, Obi-Wan decided to track down the remaining Jedi and free clones and bring them to Tython. His message was broadcast among the stars, and now someone was finally here. He heard the ship before he saw it; a light Corellian freighter was coming through the atmosphere.
He reached out with the Force to the ship. Eight lights blinked back at him; three of them Force-sensitive, two of them clone, one Mandalorian, one Lasat, and one Twi’lek.
He sent a short message to Cody, who was out gathering their food for the next few days, to come back to their camp.
At last, after six months, other Jedi were arriving.