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Leave No Stone Unturned

Location: Yavin 4
Wearing: xxx




Yavin 4. The jungle moon was humid, much different that the frozen tundra that the eight moon boasted. Castor much preferred the humidity of this moon to the cold he experienced on the eight. Both environments were harsh for different reason, they each had their challenges when it came to survival, but Castor simply liked the heat better. At least if he was too warm he could find ways to cool down.

His inquisitive mind had Castor searching and studying the history of the Great Temple on the moon’s surface. It had been touched by those who followed the dark side, and it had also been touched by those who had fought back against the darkness. It was a site which had a great amount of history attached to it, so naturally Castor was there to see it.

The structure itself was breathtaking. For over 5,000 years the temple had stood against the test of time, and had weathered the elements of the moon. The Massassi who had built the structure had given great attention to the fortitude of the structure and had created one of the greatest marvels of the galaxy.

Everything about the size of the of the massive temple suggested that it had to have built with machinery, but the detail in the stone, and the way they were hewn, spoke to a temple that had been built by hand. Certainly this had been the influence of Naga Sadow. The Sith Alchemist had nearly succeeded in creating an Empire that dominated the entire galaxy. His history was as grand as the temple itself was, and many came searching for any trinkets they could find that would grant them more knowledge, power, or magic. The temple and Naga Sadow were both well known.

Castor had wished the trip was purely for enjoyment and study. While his curious mind had drawn him toward the temple, he was also there on official business. A team of archaeologists had been doing work near the temple and had missed several of the last check in times. Naturally those overseeing the project were worried and had appealed to the Jedi to send someone to investigate. He would not have been the first choice, but Castor had convinced those making the decision that he was perfect for the job. Afterall, no one knew more about history and archeology than he did. At least that was what he had convinced himself of.

He had left his ship not too far from the temple itself, wanting to get a head start on his search. It seemed the crew had deviated from where their notes had said they should have been because Castor found no evidence of a dig site or any archeological work. All he could discern through the force was the tension between light and darkness the moon existed in. It was the same tension that he felt knowing his father was a Sith, and yet Castor had chosen the Light.

It was waning late in the day, and without any sign of the of team which had been sent to dig near the temple, Castor opted to set up camp and resume his search in the morning.

His shoulder pack held a simple bed roll and about a week’s worth of ration bars. They were disgusting things, but he was certain he would have his answers before his supply was gone. Besides, if he had to, there was better things on his ship. A few days away from it would not do him any harm.

He needed a fire first, so he started with that. Gathering a few sticks to act as tinder and kindling, the Knight closed his eyes and imagined a small fire. When he opened them the heat from it had already been dancing on his face. Castor began to feed the fire so it would last him long enough to lay out his bedroll. There was little else to do, other than ensure that the fire would keep him warm as he drifted off to sleep.

As Castor lay on his back he looked up at the stars. He loved the way the sky looked at night when the busyness of lights and population did not drown out the stars. It was if the entire galaxy was on display, even though it was just a small portion. Eventually his eyes closed, his lightsaber hilt tucked under the pack he was using as a pillow. Hopefully the morning would bring the answers he was seeking.

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