Chapter 11: In Hiding
The following days and weeks we were busy making the Bendu Temple a home, or at least as close to a home that was possible under the circumstances. Together with the older initiates I made a few more nightly raids in the now abandoned Jedi Temple and we managed to bring down some sleeping mats and other basic furniture. Mostly it came from the depot which had been quite well equipped due to the decreasing number of jedi during the war. My assumption was that the clones wouldn't be too sure about it contents and it would be worse to see if something really was missing in case anyone tried to check.
Over the weeks to come we managed to set up a fairly good communication with Dex and by using Ramen Tiin as courier we were kept informed about what was going on in the upper levels. The war had per se ended with Palpatine's self declared status as Emperor. Somehow the attacks from the seppies seemed to cease gradually (and miraculously) over time. A couple of times a week we received supplies through a number of still functioning hoover lifts in the abandoned area of the underground. I have no idea how Dex managed to get the crates there unseen but somehow he did.
As for myself I never dared to leave the Bendu Temple. I realised that my face might be easily recognised among people in the upper levels. After all I had been following "The Hero With no Fear" during most of the clone wars and my face was bound to have appeared on holoimages here and there. I didn't feel good by leaving the communications to a youngling as Ramen, but he proved to be up to the challenge.
We tried to keep the few initiates busy with saber training and other physical activities. Bant and I also tried to keep some kind of classes for them, teaching them what we could remember from our own initiate days.
I doubt we were successful, but at least we managed to keep up an impression of a somewhat normal everyday life amidst all the madness. We all longed for fresh air and getting out, but I didn't dare to bring the crechelings outdoors. Keeping them quiet and collected would be too difficult and we couldn't risk being spotted by anyone - not even in our secluded part of the lower levels.
We were at an impasse with destiny, or so it seemed.
And then the visitors came.
