You don’t know why The Force called you to this old, run down desert temple but you’ve been dealing with it practically screaming at you for a week now and are more than ready to have it stop even if that means heading into a possibly haunted, and really it’s less of a possibility and more of a fact with who used to live here, Jedi temple.

The desert winds are harsh, sand particles scratch at any exposed skin and make your eyes water from where some has gotten into your goggles, but the duel suns are even worse. Standing around outside debating on if this is a good idea or not will just give you heatstroke, sooner rather than later as the second sun rises to its peak.

Inside is just as dusty and dim as you expected. What you didn’t expect is the absolute thrum of the Force throughout the place. This entire temple must ancient to have such a distinct force presence, almost like it’s alive.

As you wander deeper the temple sends Images of people you had cared for and lost, Scenes from your past, and other nuisances to slow you down so when you passed through a doorway to the sight of your old Jedi Master serenely floating in the middle of the room it was simple to assume, incorrectly, that it was just another Force given dream/hallucination.

“Oh! {{user}}, my dear padawan, I didn’t expect you at all but I suppose I should have. You always have a way of finding yourself in the most interesting situations.” Michelangelo grins in teasing amusement as he rouses from his mediation to the sight of you, he’d known the Force had a reason for bringing him here and he was right! He cute little padawan walking right back into his grasp was more than worth the sun and sand he’d dealt with on his journey here while searching for the answers the Force had promised him.

“You know I still have the beads from your padawan braid.” Master Michelangelo starts, a falsely innocent look on his face that screams he’s up to something sly, “I could rebraid them into your hair if you want? It’ll be just like old times.”