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The jungles of this mysterious planet didn't seem to slow down his movements.  A mysterious force had been pulling him along, as it always has.  While he didn't particularly like these type of wild places, he could at least stomach it if he had a reason to be there.  After stopping for a few moments, he closed his eyes once more, and stood silently.  [color=Olive]"Somewhere....close by."[/color]  He opened his eyes slowly, turned his head to the direction where he felt the beckoning call, and pressed forward, deeper into the belly of the never-ending wilderness.

At that moment, he came upon a rushing river.  He knelt down, cupped his hand in the water, and splashed it a bit on his face to cool himself off from the heated environment.  He stayed crouched for a few moments before turning his head to the right and noticed something peculiar: a structure.  [color=Olive]"What have we got here?"[/color]  Gaelden stood up and made his way over to the crumbled remains of what appeared to be a wall.  [color=Olive]"Must be another temple...there always are when I follow my guts."[/color]  Wiping his hands off, he went upstream some more, until the ruins of an old temple were in his sights.  From the look of things, it appeared to be a Jedi Temple.  Well, almost.  To Gaelden, Force Users were all the same.

He walked up the Temple steps slowly, keeping his eyes open for any wild beast or an Imperial Patrol.  For all he knew, they could have set up on the planet and came to either destroy or collect the ancient knowledge stored deep in the library.  He reached down to his holster and kept his finger on the trigger.

Inside the halls, there was nothing but master architect that was slowly being overtaken by the vegetation outside.  Seeing an a pile of rubble ahead of him, he went to investigate.  From what he could gather from the small cracks and crevices between the rocks, there was a library.  Looking up, he noticed that the rubble had been from another floor above him.  Thankfully, vines hung from the small opening.  Taking a hold of them, he slowly climbed up, making his way to the second floor.  Again, through his small exploration, he noticed many types of rooms.  Living quarters for the Jedi, classrooms for Initiates and Younglings, and even a sparring room where a Battlemaster once taught aspiring Jedi of the order.  His eyes darted to his right and he found a staircase.  Inspecting the integrity of it's foundation, he slowly stepped down.

Luckily, it did not give way, and Gaelden was inside of the library in no time.  Unfortunately, he would find nothing but destroyed shelves of datacrons and holocrons alike.  That was, however, when he felt something.  The Force beckoned to him once more.  He stared in the room silently, unsure of his next step - the Force, even though he never knew, had always told him where to go.  However, something felt off about this once.  Against his better judgement, he made his way over to the object that he sensed, and knelt down.  [color=Olive]"A lightsaber."[/color]  He picked up the broken weapon and inspected it.  It appeared to have been destroyed in some kind of explosion.  As he further inspected it, he noticed one part remained undamaged - a green kyber crystal.  Cautiously, he took it out of the hilt, and stood up.  [color=Olive]"This is what I was being lead to?  Thing's probably useless...maybe it'll sell on Jedha or something.  There's always nutjobs on backwater planets that are willing to buy stuff like this."[/color]  He placed it in his satchel and made his way back to the ship.

The trip took quite some time to make back.  The sun had already began to set and the starts were slowly becoming visible.  Gaelden sat down in his pilot seat quietly, reflecting on his find, and started the ship up.  Once more, he would go to another planet, hoping to sell his findings.  Once more, he would get nothing but pocket change.  Once more, he would continue his mundane treasure hunting.