Bad Kitty
Only the Jedi could put a temple in the ass-end of nowhere.
Correction: The side of a frozen mountain in the ass-end of nowhere.
Even if he were to escape, there was nowhere to go. The nearest spaceport was all the way to Reles, and calling that a spaceport was a bit of a stretch. With the Jedi Temple carved into the side of Mount Tellec, there was really only one pass down from the mountain and that was to Frostwall Village.
Honestly, between Frostwall Village and a magma cell on Coruscant, he'd take the magma cell.
The Cathar's left ear twitched in irritation. As juvenile detention facilities went, this one was clearly below galactic standards. To start, the library was entirely too small. There was barely anything in there aside from the sacred Jedi texts. Which, he'd already read. Three or five times at this point.
Honestly, it was so dry that it was no wonder some of them had left to go find a better alternative to the Light Side of the Farce.
The University of Reles was, similarly, an institution that was so much lipstick on a womprat. But at least the library exchange was an avenue for getting access to materials that were not the lum-soaked musings of a Jedi's whose head was so far up his rectum that he mistook it for fold space.
His arms full of books, the tabby-colored boy moved through the small interior of the temple library, replacing the books to their proper location on the shelves. And then often re-organizing the shelves themselves because some Light-side loving nerf herder thought it was okay to pick up a book and then put it back in the wrong spot.
Did the proper order of operations mean nothing to these savages?
