Padawans are not to leave the temple grounds without the escort of a Knight or Master.
These words flashed across the notification section of Arata's phone. He swiped it away and stuffed the device into his pocket. What fun was that? How was he supposed to learn anything about the Magina or being a Jedi cooped up in this stuffy old temple?
Arata was still new to Yavin IV, to the Order. He knew the Jedi had fallen upon hard times, but he hardly understood why that meant they had to sequester their apprentices in moldy stone rooms built centuries ago. If anything, keeping them all in once place was more dangerous. What if the Sith invaded today? There weren't enough Knights or Masters to protect the temple. The whole thing would come down around their heads, and the Padawans would die needlessly.
At least, these were the things Arata told himself as he snuck out of the room he'd been assigned and jogged down the tight stone corridor. He was headed for the woods. Yavin IV might be alien to him, but it had its familiarities. The terrain resembled his homeworld closely enough, and the Magina was strongest in the woods. If the Jedi weren't going to assign him a teacher yet, he would teach himself. He just needed to be careful about who saw him in the meantime. @LouJoVi