Molari: Lands of Thedas

Brown hair pushed back from his face and green eyes settling on the wilderness before him, the Jedi Knight shifted his lightsaber on his belt and tapped his earpiece.  "See, See are you getting this?" Static met his query, the Knight puzzled as he checked his sensors.

Dead.

His communicator was next on his list, also dead.  Molari began to sense a pattern.

Craning his neck up he walked back to the ship; the world he'd landed on had been thick with storms, hiding his descent into the atmosphere and a cut of engines had made the Knight's arrival nothing more than a flash and crack of lightning and thunder.  Banging on his ship's ramp he waited for the mechanism to unlatch before stalking into the small shuttle craft.  The lights flickered unsteadily on the ship as if something were draining its power, Molari quickly shutting down the engine and everything except a homing beacon to conserve his power.  See had powered off with the ship leaving the Knight alone and without even a droid's company.

What world had he felt drawn to?  His old master had told him to let the Force guide his actions but so far that'd earned him three scars, a singed-off braid, and now this.

Grabbing a spare saber he added it to his belt - he wasn't the greatest at double-bladed combat but better to be prepared. His supplies were going to run out soon but he stashed a few days of protein squares in a pouch at his waist, grabbing a robe to throw over his armor.  He needed to find out what drew him to this world, what tugged at the Force around him until he'd thrown reason away to find this planet.  A planet far off his star-charts, with no name.

He needed to find out what the world was and solve its mystery then get back to his work.  His mission to Alderaan had been taken over by another Jedi so he had a few days - perhaps even a week - to solve the mystery.

"Easily enough time," he said to himself.  At least See wasn't awake to question why he was speaking to thin air.

Boots hit the ground and he manually shoved the shuttle's door closed, latching and locking the ship up.  A quick check of his wrist guard showed he could still navigate back to the ship, but without a map he'd be fairly lost.  Pulling out a scanner droid he let the small device float a few moments before it moved ahead, a map transmitted to his communicator.  But then the droid dropped and Molari sighed, running forward to pick it up.  The shorting out droid was quickly folded back to its compact state, the man clipping it to his belt.  It'd be his luck- his wrist map shut down.

"Force take technology," he muttered, shutting the device down.  No archives access, no maps, no star charts... this world had something unusual going for it.  A screech and roar filled the sky, a primal sound that made the Knight draw his saber, blade hissing as it ignited.