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- Karr sighed. “Well, let’s go find what we can. It’s odd but I almost wish that Pyke was wrong.”
- “I understand, sir. He did have a little too much exuberance in his family’s achievement. But if we do find something that connects to the Jedi, then it’s a win-win.”
- “True, true,” Karr replied as he strolled down the ramp.
- Outside, the air didn’t feel too different from Jakku—hot, dry, and flecked with blown bits of sand and gravel. But the canyon offered a little protection and a lot of shadow, so it wasn’t quite so bad as the desert land from which they’d come. At his hip, Karr wore a canteen he’d found in the ship’s tiny galley area that didn’t remotely qualify as a kitchen; on his face, he had a protective visor he’d found stashed under a seat—so the glare didn’t blind him. He’d taken every precaution possible, but it still didn’t feel like enough.
- He set a beacon so he could find his way back and set off, with the droid moving cautiously behind him—bringing up the rear and watching for trouble.
- For about an hour they poked through dusty channels, hiked up piles of rock that’d slipped down the canyon walls, and found a number of dead ends with nothing to recommend them at all. They hadn’t seen any sign of other people, either—of any species or potential moral alignment.
- For all Karr could tell, the whole moon was deserted.
- - Force Collector, Chapter 12
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