The tiny corner of an office Luke has declared "Jedi Headquarters", Coruscant

Luke reached up, massaged the headache that had sprung up between his eyebrows and finished the dregs of his long-since stone cold hot chocolate.

All of the information he'd found on Joruus C'baoth--which was mostly tinged with his father's imperfect recollection (he hadn't even been able to spell the guy's name right)--and he stil couldn't figure out why he'd ended up on Wayland, of all places.

Something felt off about this whole thing, but he couldn't exactly turn his back on even a rumor a living, breathing Jedi Master in his own galaxy.

His calls to Anakin were going to voicemail, so he tried Jaina instead. Maybe she'd be able to set his mind at ease.

[OOC: for the granddaughter ten years older than him!]