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Hok.
The obscure Colony world didn't possess much that made it notable, but there was a curiosity about it which fascinated scientists, at least those few who were still awed by the mundane wonders of the galaxy. The planet rotated around its own axis just slow enough to keep it in a perpetual tidal lock with its parent sun. One half scorched under intense heat, while the other half froze, never once seen the light of day. This unique position only left a small strip of land easily inhabited. The Ring, which ran the entire circumference around the edge where solar and nocturnal halves of the planet met, held a complex, unending chain of cities and settlements supporting a moderate mining industry that traded in crystals of various sorts.
A set of jewelry wasn't the lure that brought Bernard to Hok, however. Several months ago, in the dustiest, most abandoned sections of Prosperity's library, he'd come across a scroll fragment that documented a rare treasure of the galaxy. The scroll had claimed it an artefact that, when used, could greatly enhance the connection a person held to the Force. Bernard had, at first, thought the idea silly and dismissed it as one of the dozens of translation errors one had to be wary of when reading from the Archives. But, after a solved case landed evidence of a map that detailed the location of an object eerily similar to the one described in the scroll on his desk, he found it hard to ignore the idea of, at the least, giving it a shot.
"We're just at the edge of Hok's solar half," Bernard said.
He hopped off the Eiopie.
"There," he pointed to a lone dot sparkling red far off in the distance, drowning in the dark blue ocean of shadows where day never started. It sat there, nestled between two cliffs, at the end of a canyon that began where Bernard and the Eiopie stood. From their vantage point, it appeared almost like a massive road leading down below the earth.
"That's where we're headed."
Small wooden posts connected with black wire marked a faded pathway that disappeared into shadows a stone's throw into the canyon. On either side of it, two withered stones rose out of the ground right where the canyon began. Millennia ago they might have been statues, but age and weather had eroded their form. That was the only evidence anyone had ever walked this ground. A strong gust of wind blew over the dusty earth, quietly howling and billowing the tans and furs covering the Eiopie's back. The beasts of burden gave a quiet croak and shifted on their feet.
Bernard glanced back to the other Padawan.
"You coming?"
The obscure Colony world didn't possess much that made it notable, but there was a curiosity about it which fascinated scientists, at least those few who were still awed by the mundane wonders of the galaxy. The planet rotated around its own axis just slow enough to keep it in a perpetual tidal lock with its parent sun. One half scorched under intense heat, while the other half froze, never once seen the light of day. This unique position only left a small strip of land easily inhabited. The Ring, which ran the entire circumference around the edge where solar and nocturnal halves of the planet met, held a complex, unending chain of cities and settlements supporting a moderate mining industry that traded in crystals of various sorts.
A set of jewelry wasn't the lure that brought Bernard to Hok, however. Several months ago, in the dustiest, most abandoned sections of Prosperity's library, he'd come across a scroll fragment that documented a rare treasure of the galaxy. The scroll had claimed it an artefact that, when used, could greatly enhance the connection a person held to the Force. Bernard had, at first, thought the idea silly and dismissed it as one of the dozens of translation errors one had to be wary of when reading from the Archives. But, after a solved case landed evidence of a map that detailed the location of an object eerily similar to the one described in the scroll on his desk, he found it hard to ignore the idea of, at the least, giving it a shot.
"We're just at the edge of Hok's solar half," Bernard said.
He hopped off the Eiopie.
"There," he pointed to a lone dot sparkling red far off in the distance, drowning in the dark blue ocean of shadows where day never started. It sat there, nestled between two cliffs, at the end of a canyon that began where Bernard and the Eiopie stood. From their vantage point, it appeared almost like a massive road leading down below the earth.
"That's where we're headed."
Small wooden posts connected with black wire marked a faded pathway that disappeared into shadows a stone's throw into the canyon. On either side of it, two withered stones rose out of the ground right where the canyon began. Millennia ago they might have been statues, but age and weather had eroded their form. That was the only evidence anyone had ever walked this ground. A strong gust of wind blew over the dusty earth, quietly howling and billowing the tans and furs covering the Eiopie's back. The beasts of burden gave a quiet croak and shifted on their feet.
Bernard glanced back to the other Padawan.
"You coming?"
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