D E A T H
The desert stretched on, and on, and on around him. As far as he could see there was just sand dunes, a couple of sandstone rocks jutting from within, and... more sand.
He stood beneath the ship he had arrived in, within the shade it produced, and let out a slow sigh. It wasn't here.
It was supposed to be here.
Right. Here.
He brought himself out from under the cover of the ship and narrowed his eyes. Maybe he'd missed something?
In the distance he could see a storm kicking up, sand flying every which way. And it was approaching fast. The boy had half a mind to retreat back to his ship and reignite his research, he had to have missed something. That was the only explanation. With a grunt he kicked a stray sandstone rock, and yowled slightly when the thing didn't move.
His toes ached like nobody's business, and in the aftermath of his botched attempt at releasing some of his frustrations he was left staring at that jutting piece of sandstone. He crouched down, and began to brush away the sand around it. That only unearthed more stone... And more stone...
Thesh scratched his head, then his chin, and returned to an upright stance.
Well this was odd.
He waved a hand through the air, and through the Force began to stir the sand. Parting it, unearthing that which lay beneath. Lost beneath uncountable sandstorms, no doubt.
His eyes closed as he entered a far more focused state, with so much to move he had to pace himself. Behind him the ship began to lurch, no longer on steady ground. He had to take a break, and moved the blasted thing so that it didn't get sucked down into the pit.
It had been there all along.
Just beneath his feet.