Padawan Menace
Another day, another library.
At least this one wasn't the frozen wastes of Ilum.
Seriously, what was with Jedi and hunting for kybers in ice caves? It was all just so much chasing your own tail, marching to the beat of whatever illusions the Force thought to present and then rubbing two brain cells together to try and divine some wisdom from it.
Ain't nobody got time for that. Cook up a synthetic kyber. It's a time saver and it works just as well without the Force ghosts, Force illusions, Force visions, and -- best part -- no ice caves! But did the Jedi listen to him? No. No they did not.
If they did, they wouldn't be caught up in the sacred ritual of creating a custom lightsaber handle as a rite of passage. Another colossal waste of time that the Jedi just double-downed on.
With a sigh, the young Cathar sat atop a storage crate that rested at the foot of the loading ramp for the shuttle that they'd arrived in. He'd already dropped off the Jedi texts that had been requested for transfer to the library here, and picked up some new artifacts that were going to be evaluated at the Dawn Temple.
Of course, the Cathar had wasted no time.
The Jedi on the other hand?
Well, the Temple Guard who was supposed to be watching him was busy chatting it up with two of his buddies on the other side of the landing pad.
If Micah wanted to, he could totally escape right now.
...the only problem with that being that the Jedi Temple was literally in the middle of nowhere. Because that's just how Jedi rolled. And the moment that Micah used the Dark Side of the Force, he might as well be broadcasting his position with all the Jedi here.
So the tabby-colored Cathar just sat and waited for the rest of their group to get their chit together so they could pack it up and get on the hyperlane back to the Dawn Temple.