"I don't like this" said Daz under his breath. Jarek had been in the Jedi Temple for a week now. He hadn't seen the masters again. They were both sitting in Jarek's room, they were rarely allowed outside. They could only come out when the "hooded man", as Jarek now called him, was with them. So far, they had seen Yoda training younglings, they had been to the archives and visited most of the Jedi Temple. But they were never allowed in the Jedi Council chambers. The masters were almost always inside, debating about different issues, or so it seemed. "What do you mean?" asked Jarek. "They've been keeping you here too long." replied Daz. "So? What could they possibly do?" "They're Jedi. They think they can do anything they want just because they can mess up your mind..." Said Daz, his voice cracking a little. "Are you alright?" Asked Jarek, concerned. Daz raised a hand to his eye and rubbed it a little. "I'm fine. What do you say we do a little exploring?" Said Daz, his face brightening up again. "But the Council said..." "Aww, space the council...I'm getting bored anyway." retorted Daz, jumping to his feet. "Well...I guess it couldn't hurt." whispered Jarek timidly. "Great!" Exclaimed Daz, clapping his hands. "What do you want to hit first? The girl's changing room could be a start." Said Daz, raising his eyebrows. "I thought we could visit the Archives." Cut in Jarek. "But that's no fun! Tell you what, let's split up and meet back here in half an hour!" Called Daz, halfway out the door. Jarek started a reply, but Daz was already running down the hallways.
Jarek had been wandering in the Jedi Archives for what seemed like hours now, browsing through the different holocrons. He had learned much of the Jedi and the Sith. He had read tales of great Force-users who could perform amazing feats. Such as a young Jedi Knight who mastered Battle Meditation and helped the Old Republic defeat a never-ending armada of Sith forces. He had also learned of the Sith Lord Exar-Kun who nearly conquered the galaxy. The great amount of knowledge the Archives possed amazed Jarek. He sat at a table crowded with holocrons and durasheets, intrigued by all there was to learn of the Jedi. "What are you doing here?" Jarek turned in his chair to see an old woman with powerful eyes and a look that carried great wisdom. "No classes were scheduled to visit the Archives at this time." "I'm sorry, I was only looking." said Jarek, standing up quickly. The old woman examined him from head to toe. "You don't look like a padawan, who are you exactly?" questionned the woman, unthreatening. "I am #50...Jarek, my name's Jarek." "I am pleased to meet you Jarek. I am Jedi Librarian Jocasta Nu. I am sorry, but the Archives are for Jedi only." "Then I will clean up and leave." answered Jarek as he moved to pick up his mess.
Meanwhile, Daz was looking for something to do. He had already been to the women's changing room's, only to be escorted out by a brutal Force push. What do these Jedi have that keeps them holed up here all the time? He heard cheers and chants as he passed by a large door. When he pressed his ear against it, he could also hear the low hums and clashes of lightsabers. This sounds interesting. He opened the door and slowly walked in. His eyes widened in surprise. Standing before him was a large arena. There was an oval of land that was lower then everything else. There, he could see two Jedi engaged in lightsaber combat. Above the actual arena were rows and rows of chairs, almost all occupied by cheering sentients. He noticed an empty chair nearby. Could be fun to watch. He moved to the chair and sat down. Now that he looked closer, he saw that one of the Jedi had a red lightsaber and wore red robes. The other Jedi was adorned with a black cloak and showed no flesh. He wielded a blue saber. The "blue" Jedi looked like he was winning, even if the duel was a fierce one. Almost all attacks from the "red" Jedi were deflected by the "blue" jedi. The "blue" Jedi retaliated a final time and struck a fatal blow on the "red" Jedi. The "red" Jedi, with a lightsaber pointed at his throat, gasped something Daz couldn't hear and died. Daz stood up, worried, while everyone else was clamoring. A hand fell on his shoulder, and Daz, startled, look up to see the "hooded man". "Oh, it's just you." sighed Daz with relief. "What are you doing outside your chambers?" asked the Jedi, his eyebrows crawling into a frown. "I was just looking for something to do. So, what was that anyway?" wondered Daz, pointing the arena. "Ah, that was a Kai-kan. A recreation of a famous lightsaber duel." "Really? Which one?" "I believe that was the duel between Revan and Darth Malak." "So is that guy really dead?" "No, he's fine. I've been looking all over for you. The masters want to see Jarek again."