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[member="Romi Jade"]
It was hard to believe that the crater stretching beyond the horizon had been made by a machine. A holy city had stood here for generations, he had seen the weathered statues half buried on the shuttle in. An imperial battle station known as the Death Star had wiped it out in seconds. Perhaps in the intervening years it had been a holy city once again. The Church of the Force had a temple here once again. Now, however, it was a backwater trading post. A tourist sight to see the dangers of the past up close.
Trextan was not here for a pilgrimage. The plight of the Jedi was not something he paid any mind to. Not any more.
He moved through the eclectic crowd, trying to keep a sense of direction in the narrow streets packed with species from every corner of the galaxy. A street seller followed him a few paces and tried to wave him down. Trextan shook his head fiercely and kept walking on.
He was not here for the Jedi or worship. A cult of the sith had grown here. Not as harmless as the Church of the Force. They had done dark deeds on nearby worlds. He was here to find out if they really did exist and then to put a stop to it.