Walking through the hallways alone was a certain young man of olive complexion. His attire clearly marked him as a newcomer to the Jedi Temple, consisting of a gray leather fabric jacket with a red shirt underneath completed with brown cargo pants. His shoes echoed with each step taken, taking a left turn at a corridor. Slinging a backpack over his shoulders, Kuzon Lu Ten entered what appeared to be some quarters for Jedi with doors lined up on two sides. Glancing at each section he scratched the back of his head and thought.
Which one is supposed to be my room again?
Suddenly he remembered the instructions were in one of his pockets. Shaking his head in mild embarrassment Kuzon put out the card which showed his room number. “421.” The nineteen year old whispered to himself. With a sigh he walked onward, thinking.
I'm a long way from Wild Space.
Of course he knew the answer but it still felt surreal for him. Weeks ago Kuzon had been a fugitive with no future other than an early grave. Yet here he was a newly christened member of an ancient and legendary order. Honestly Kuzon didn’t still know if he deserved such an opportunity. Closing his eyes briefly with a heavy heart the youth murmured.
“Can’t change the past but maybe the Jedi can help me find answers.”
Saying all that Kuzon proceeded to walk again, glancing at each door he passed for his room number.