After a healthy amount of subconscious poking, prodding, pleading, and occasionally threatening for participation from the higher ups in Moroi's world, the boy had found himself on Seltos. Unlike the rest of the Jedi on the planet, eagerly inspecting the forest for the disturbance in the Force, Moroi decided to stay behind in the city proper. It wasn't that he was not curious, but there were enough Republic officials heading in that direction, some of them Jedi, and he decided that his presence would dangerously encroach on the "too many cooks in the kitchen" syndrome. So instead, he stayed behind with his assigned duties, fixing the droids for the city construction projects. It was somewhat thankless work, not necessarily what you would expect a Jedi to be doing, but there was a cathartic nature to it and they were rather short staffed. This left Moroi with a few of the native species, fixing what remained of their droid repair force. As he replaced the faulty power core in what was the fifth Astromech droid that hour, the boy leaned back with an exasperated sigh, deciding to take the smallest of breaks before continuing, lest someone join him, his intrepidly exciting repair mission.
