Novi stepped out onto the swamp, scanning her surroundings. It was hot and sticky. Vines hung damp from trees, with iknayids scuttling about the floor. She turned back to Javix. "Is the ship okay?"
The Pantoran was looking over the ship. "Good news, it's not completely ruined. Bad news is, I need parts. I don't suppose you sense any living beings that can help us."
"No." Novi tried to ignore the worry growing inside her. "We'll have to travel and hope no one steals the ship in the meantime."
"Pal, I am not getting on a spider. I'll literally walk before riding one of those fuckers."
"I'm sure there's more than just inkayids here."
"Do we even know where 'here' is?"
The pair shrugged and gathered supplies from their ship before beginning to walk. After a couple of hours, Javix saw something. They bent down to study it closer. "Looks like a droid's head."
Novi squatted down next to them. She wiped some dirt off. Her dark eyes widened under her helmet. "That's...a skytrooper. We're on Zakuul."
"I thought this place was lost--or worst."
Novi could sense that something bad had happened many years ago, but had no knowledge of it. "That would explain the lack of people. We need to keep moving."
