The Walker in the Rift
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The twin suns of Lothal burned low over the horizon, casting long, flickering shadows across the reddish plains. Alana's rental speeder had kicked up clouds of ochre dust in its wake, her grip tight on the throttle. Rumors of a newly discovered crystal mine had drawn her to this place. Not the usual kyber types either, rather something rarer. Least that was the rumor.
Reports were scarce, secondhand, mostly frantic notes from miners who had fled screaming into the night. Something was keeping them out. Something no one had dared face, she hoped to find what she was looking for here; a lightsaber crystal.
Alana didn't need words to feel the tension coiling in the Force, subtle warnings of danger that made her spine shiver. The air around the mine shimmered oddly, almost like heat rising off the desert, but this was a cold, tingling sensation that made the hair on her arms stand on end.
The speeder finally ground to a stop at the edge of a jagged canyon, the entrance to the mine just a shadowed scar in the rocky wall. Carved tunnels led deep into the cliffside, but claw marks gouged the stone outside; fresh, large, uneven. Whatever had claimed this thing wasn’t small.
Alana exhaled slowly, as she climbed out of the speeder. "Alright," She muttered, duster brushing against the thigh of her pants, hand near her blaster. "Let's see what all this fuss is about."
She just hoped her companion would be of some help here.
She seemed capable enough.