Jegy Sesara
Kashyyyk
Near Noon
With a soft grunt, the Sullustan would open the top hatch of the old and forgotten Galactic Empire walker, almost overtaken by vegetation at this point and somehow in some miraculous fashion, not have fallen to the forest floor. Dropping inside the head carefully, he would survey the area as skeletons in armor would persist around him as he carefully shuffled forward. Throughout all his centuries of living, he mainly lived in grief and sorrow for the actions he had caused. Now though, it has been purged and his life now complete once more, having now cheated death twice now. Moving upward carefully in the main compartment, he saw many of the bodies piled up as he carefully walked over them, turning on his datapad light.
While he had done everything in life, some things still need to be answered and not always in a good way. Out of the many Inquisitors that existed during his time as himself, an Inquisitor, he never knew what happened to every single one of them. At times, they seem to pop up either extremely old, powerful or simply just living off peoples life force energy. He had tasked himself since he was now once again, a mortal man, to check each Inquisitor, in training to the top, and figure where they had moved on from. After turning over a skeletal body, he had found the one he was looking for in red and black cloak clothing. Patting around the robe, he would feel the cylinder device of old and gently pull it free to examine. A typical issue of a lightsaber, nothing more than a cheap relic to most in the modern age. Placing it inside his robe, knowing it most likely would not function, he would carefully pull himself out of the aging walker and walk down. This had taken him several months to find this individual, mainly due to how far the walker had fallen in recent centuries.
Upon walking off, the tree almost gave way a bit as the walker sunk a bit further into the tree and water behind it. Blinking a little bit, he decided whether or not to leave it there for nature to run its course...or to accelerate it. Scratching his chin on the branch, he knew he was not to far away from a nearby village/town structure as he merely stood on the branch, attempting to figure out what would be right to do for his fellow men so long ago. What choice....would be the right one.
Zenda Tano-Bonteri
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