Anubin spent much of his time either in the Archives studying or in the Room of a Thousand Fountains meditating. He was trying to learn all he could about this incarnation of the Republic, in order to prepare for his leaving the Temple finally, though he could only spend a few hours a day looking at the records – the medics didn't want him to strain his eyes. Oh, how little they knew about how much time he usually spent in archives.
He spent one day looking up the records of his own time – though they were few and far between. Besides Advena's journal and the writings of the Grand Master after Satele – who turned out to be Taysin – most of the information centred around the Cold War, which of course Anubin had lived through. He managed to stumble upon some profiles of major players during the Cold War, including Darth Marr, Satele, Advena, and himself, among others. He opened his own profile out of morbid curiosity to discover nothing but a short biography of his time as Darth Occlus, written by Talos. There was nothing about his past, nothing about his fate; not even a holo of him. Which he supposed was fortunate, but it was a little pathetic how thin on the ground the information was.
He also opened Satele and Marr's profiles and just stared at their images for a while. He missed them terribly.
His time meditating was spent searching for the spirits of his loved ones in the Force, but none of them were forthcoming. Still, all the time spent meditating seemed to be doing him some good; he felt calmer than he had in a very long time, and had an idea of how to go forward. All that was needed was to leave the Temple and find himself a ship.
His meditations were occasionally interrupted by curious Padawans and younglings, who wanted to know more about his experiences. He didn't much mind the interruptions; he'd always liked children, and he was always happy to work against stiff Jedi doctrine in any way possible. Of course, there wasn't much he could do with them under the watchful eyes of his main medic, but he could at least open their minds to something other than the Jedi code.
During one such storytelling session, he noticed a group of older Padawans listening from afar, trying not to seem too interested, apparently. When he was finished the story he was telling, he beckoned the older group closer as the crowd of little ones dispersed.
"Did you want something?"
One of the group, a Mon Calamari, stepped forward. "We heard about your fight with Master Windu, but we missed watching it. Is it true you fight with a double-bladed lightsaber?"
"It is." Anubin ignited it and twirled it around, showing it off. The group watched him spin the bright orange blades around with some awe.
"Amazing! Where did you learn to use it?"
"The Grand Master of the Order taught me some tricks to use it well, but it was one of the Temple instructors who first showed me." He remembered Lord Samus vaguely; he'd been fairly affable for a Sith, and the skills he'd taught had saved Anubin's life countless times. "His skills with the twin blades were impressive, and his knowledge helped me a great deal."
"Can you show us something?" one of the girls asked eagerly. "Some of the Forms, maybe? I want to see!"
"I can show you the basics. We shouldn't do it here, though. I suspect your Masters wouldn't be impressed by the disruption."
The group led him to a small practice room, where he proceeded to show them the basics Shii-Cho form for the dual-bladed lightsaber. He even sparred with the one that the group deemed the best at combat – one Obi-Wan Kenobi – who managed to hold his own, though Anubin was going easy. Afterwards, he let them pass it around, but he kept the blades turned off using the Force.
After some time, an older man with long hair and a short beard entered the room. He surveyed the group, pausing for a moment on Anubin before landing on Obi-Wan.
"Obi-Wan, I've been looking for you. The Council has requested our presence." His eyes flickered to Anubin, and they took on a rather mischievous gleam. "You oughtn't let them hold your lightsaber for long – they may not want to give it back."
"Master Qui-Gon!"
"I won't," Anubin laughed, lifting his lightsaber out of the Mon Calamari's hands towards the ceiling. Qui-Gon chuckled and left the room, Obi-Wan following.
"I suppose that should end this demonstration," Anubin said, placing his lightsaber back on his belt. There was a chorus of 'aw's from the group, but he brokered no argument, and headed back to the Room of a Thousand Fountains to continue his meditation.
Just as he could swear he could sense Satele's presence, he was interrupted by the approach of a Jedi.
"The Council wishes to speak with you."