Caine
The Seeker
On a list of places you'd expect to find Caine, Ossus would be pretty close to the bottom. He did tend to bounce around the Outer Rim planets, but those were a little less populated and a little more "outer." Almost all of them were independent, not controlled by any one faction, a place where someone with a stolen ship and a dead man's gun could slip in, ask a few questions, and hightail it out before anyone noticed. Caine liked isolation, and visiting populated planets were low on his priority list. However, Ossus could hold answers, and there was nothing he needed more than answers. If Caine was to believe what he had heard from smugglers, freighters, and mercenaries, if the Jedi didn't have the answer, nobody did. It was hard for him to separate rumor from fact, but in reality he didn't care enough to try. He had spent over a year in space, scouring the galaxy for any clues to his past, but the only answers he had received were the shrugging of shoulders and the solemn shaking of heads.He was hoping to be able to look at the Jedi archives, to see if he could find any record of his family. He didn't expect them to be Jedi, nor did he even expect them to be Force sensitive. He was simply hoping they had found their way into the records. To complicate matters, he didn't even know what his last name was. Heck, he didn't know if Caine was his first name. It was the name on a tag he had had around his neck, so he had assumed that was his name. First or last name, he didn't know, but it was easier to have no last name than to have no first name, and either was better than having no name at all. Isolation was his friend, anonymity was his enemy. To the universe, his lifetime would be just the blink of an eye, and he'd rather have some name engraved on his tombstone than to be buried without any name, family, or possessions. He'd seen enough slaves meet that fate and had no desire to join them.
A sudden beeping drew his attention back to what was ahead of him. Ossus looked like pretty much any other planet from space, but he was more concerned with what was on the surface. He didn't expect to be sneaking past any Jedi to get to the archives, so a straightforward approach would be the best option. He just had to hope that the rumors of Jedi hospitality were true. He started his descent through the atmosphere, keeping a wary eye out for any other craft, but found none. Not knowing much about the planet, his first priority was to find some place to land. He could see the temple from his height, so his best bet was to park out front and hope he didn't squash anyone. That wouldn't be a great start.
He touched down carefully, avoiding the relatively crowded areas, before killing the engine, staring out the cockpit while he gathered himself. He worked his mouth around a little, scraping it against the muzzle that reminded him of why he was there. He took a sip of water, keeping his throat wet. It had been a couple months since he had spoken to anyone outside of a few grunts, so it would be difficult to converse.
He spotted a little girl, maybe eight or nine, relatively close by. If he remembered correctly, she was probably a poodoowan, or whatever the name was. She might know someone who could help him. He lowered the exit hatch, and trying not to look threatening, walked over to the girl. He had left his gun in the ship, knowing it would be no use here. When he got within a few meters, he raised a hand in greeting, and called out, "Hey, miss. I was wonderin if you could help me with something. I need to speak to someone about the accessing the archives. Do you know anyone who might be able to help?" It came out a little off, but that was to be expected. Hopefully he wouldn't scare her off. The last thing he needed was some overprotective Jedi coming along and beheading him.
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