Arlo Renard
Chaldean Mystic
Jedi Temple, Coruscant
It wasn’t all that difficult to get away from the others. Kai just had to wait until later in the day, when fewer people were milling about the Temple grounds. There were still a few walking the halls, however, so he couldn’t use them for travel. Instead he took to crawling through the vents—which was made easier by his malleable nature.
Tonight he wanted to explore a room he had never been inside before. Gently removing the grate, he slid out of the narrow passage, landing on the floor with a soft, muffled sound like a rubber ball bouncing against carpet. He reached up to put the vent back in its place, then took a few cautious steps forward, making sure he was alone.
It was a big room, full of shelves. He knew that the shelves were lined with books and other methods of storing data, but he had never seen one up close with his own eyes. Dagon had liked books—so had a few of the others whose memories he had absorbed. Kai ran a finger over the tops of the books on a particular shelf, his eyes scanning over their titles. Should he try to read one? There were so many of them, he didn’t know where to start.
Before he could decide, the lights suddenly flicked on. Kai froze. He was no longer alone. Should he try to run back to the vent and escape? It would take too long. Maybe he could hide?
Footsteps. Kai’s own feet made no sound as he darted toward a shadowy alcove out of sight of the library doors. He waited.
It wasn’t all that difficult to get away from the others. Kai just had to wait until later in the day, when fewer people were milling about the Temple grounds. There were still a few walking the halls, however, so he couldn’t use them for travel. Instead he took to crawling through the vents—which was made easier by his malleable nature.
Tonight he wanted to explore a room he had never been inside before. Gently removing the grate, he slid out of the narrow passage, landing on the floor with a soft, muffled sound like a rubber ball bouncing against carpet. He reached up to put the vent back in its place, then took a few cautious steps forward, making sure he was alone.
It was a big room, full of shelves. He knew that the shelves were lined with books and other methods of storing data, but he had never seen one up close with his own eyes. Dagon had liked books—so had a few of the others whose memories he had absorbed. Kai ran a finger over the tops of the books on a particular shelf, his eyes scanning over their titles. Should he try to read one? There were so many of them, he didn’t know where to start.
Before he could decide, the lights suddenly flicked on. Kai froze. He was no longer alone. Should he try to run back to the vent and escape? It would take too long. Maybe he could hide?
Footsteps. Kai’s own feet made no sound as he darted toward a shadowy alcove out of sight of the library doors. He waited.