ITHOR
1.00pm local time
Dash sat on the mossy rock, anxiously kicking his heels against the stone. Where the hell was Ezra.
He pulled at his casual jungle gear, trying to stay cool. The large sports bag next to him felt like a bomb. It was not, to his knowledge, but the holocron could be just as dangerous as any warhead.
Dash felt a pang of guilt at having kept it hidden in his room all this time, rather than handing it over to the Order. But the clues that had led to it had come to him and he and Ezra had been through too much to find it. It was their discovery and he felt entitled to at least try and unravel it without meddlesome masters.
Still, he would rather not be sat alone with it in the middle of the Ithor jungle. He had told Ezra 1.00pm and he was, of course, fashionably late.
The holocron was not the only thing on Dash's mind. He and Ezra had lived in the same temple for weeks and yet they had seen less of each other than ever before. Ezra had been away with Zathria, which Dash should not begrudge, but he had actually seen more of the other teen before he joined the Jedi. It was mad that both being the Order actually seemed to make things harder. To top it all, they were not even staying in the same dorm.
They had more than one thing to iron out. Dash pulled out his phone and started typing a snarky text.
@Sreeya