What Can You See In Their Eyes

[Jak Skirata]

New Plympto - Just outside the Ancient Jedi Temple

The tropics were not kind to those encased in several kilos of beskar'gam, but as his Narglatch mount, Var'ren raced through the forest the wind was a nice touch. However, poor Iskandar was struggling to keep up with the stride of the much larger apex predator of Naboo. Var'ren's heavy paws gracefully padded along the wet forest floor, the reigns guiding the magnificent beast towards their destination, the Jedi Temple Davin's prey was last seen.

As the hunting trio broke through the forest wall the breath left Davin's chest. The temple was a thing of ancient beauty. Removing his helmet and clipping it to his belt he allowed his eyes to look the building up and down before a yip from the impatient Anooba.

<Right, right we've got work to do.> Iskandar snorted and turned away, beginning to sniff out anything that could be a clue. Even to his untrained senses, he could tell something was not right with the air. It had the same smell that a battlefield held after a major loss. The same kind of despair clung to the place despite the Temple's honest effort to push away such a darkness.

Dismounting he put his helmet back on and activated a scanner set to pick up traces of Human DNA. He expected to find something, even with his poor Force tracking skillset his skills as a normal tracker were nothing to scoff at.

 

[Jak Skirata]

His boots sunk into the wet grass underneath his weight as he scoured the outside of the temple for any sort of clue as to the whereabouts of his bounty. He left his two animal companions behind as he traveled around the side of the temple. Running his hand along the ancient duracrete he took a deep breath, marveling at the construction. It was such a shame this area was so tainted, though with what he had yet to discover. Deciding he wouldn't find anything where he was searching he headed back near the front where is animal mates were searching. A sharp yip from Iskandar drew his attention after a few minutes more of searching.

The Anooba was already digging by the time he reached him. A cold like he had never felt before slithered down his spine as the face of a young woman poked through the dirty below. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he stared death in the face. Who knew, maybe it was a Sith or part of some other murder. As the body was uncovered it seemed more and more that this was indeed not a Sith, nor a Jon Doe from a neighboring settlement. Though tattered and deteriorated Jedi robes were...discernible and she was missing a hand. Taking his glove and gauntlet off he reached into the grave, half expecting the decaying corpse to jump up and pull him in with her.

The fabric was stiff, and the place stank of death.

<Iskandar, search.> He lifted the remaining hand to his animal companion who at first reeled from the stench but went off looking. Taking the bit of fabric he filled the hole back up after taking a picture of the ghastly face with his helmet cam and walked up the stairs to the entrance of the Temple to sit. From atop the stairs he felt like he could see everything, it was calming.

Davin was not often a spiritual man, but this still felt off to him, taking from a grave of one so young. But the job demanded it and it was his first real clue as to what transpired here. After removing his helmet and gloves he sat, his feet planted firmly on the next set of steps. Tapping into the Force and his own natural ability he breathed in and out slowly, attempting to focus on the fabric. His eyes took on a slight blue glow as he entered a vision from the perspective of the young woman.

[member="Hal Terrano"]

 

[Jak Skirata]

Flashes of light, crashes, the deadly dance of a lightsaber duel flashed through his mind, the young woman completely outclassed by the Sith. What had transpired here was no kidnapping. He could feel all of the emotions a face he recognized, it had crossed his brother's desk several times throughout the course of the war with the One Sith. Vrag. One of the many Voices of the Dark lord of the Sith. If she had been here...what could have transpired here?

Betrayal, fear...He could taste it in his mouth as the scene played through his mind, over and over and over. The young Jedi's death struck him every time, startled him, despite his own relationship with death. This was important information...But he needed more.

She needed more.

 

[Jak Skirata]

The Mandalorian clenched his fist in anger. How could this Hal allow this young girl to be slain so easily? Without nary a fight? Arueti didn't care for one another like the Mando'ade. He understood this...But at the same time frustration filled his lungs. He wanted to snap that coward's neck then and there. He cursed under his breath and made his way down the stairs of the temple. A howl from down below snapped his attention back into reality, the pungent odor of the swamp.

In the Anooba's mouth sat the broken and cracked remains of the girl's weapon. A saberstaff. Its memories would no doubt prove less than useful...But some sort of memento of this place needed to be brought back to Avalore. She needed to know the truth.

Hal was gone.

Finding his query would be difficult to say the least. Tracking throughout the Galaxy with little help from InfoChants was difficult. With the Sith and Techno Union the way they were...Work was difficult. No one wants to deal with either of those two and the Primeval were an entirely different animal and so he had been forced to rely on the Force. Without a clear "taste" of Hal though...Searching for him through the Force had proven more difficult than he had assumed. Maybe [member="Avalore Eden"] would be able to help in that department...After he got off of this depressing rock.