Gella took steady breaths and opened herself up to the Force. The sensation, here on the salt-strewn moon, felt like traversing along the edge of the horizon, as if at any moment she could launch herself into the endless sky and know shed be safe in the blanket of night. She might not always follow orders, but she did follow her intuition, even when it got her in trouble.
Letting that sensation guide her, Gella broke from the cohort. She took careful steps across the launch pad. She wasn't certain of what she was looking for, but she was certain she would know it when she came upon it. There was no breeze, just salt crunching under her boots, and bits of glass from the front of an abandoned shop. Partial footprints were still imprinted in the sediment. She wished she had the skill to touch objects and see the impressions through the Force. She breathed through the knot of frustration building in her core, untangled it like a spool of thread, and kept going.
Her master, who passed into the Force years before, had commended Gella's intuition, her desire to devour knowledge, to question everything around her. One of Gella's most treasured memories was of the wise old Jedi saying, "Curiosity is your strength, my Padawan. It is your next step on your Jedi path." At times she wanted her strength to be some special ability like psychometry or healing, but then she remembered that every Jedi's connection to the Force was as unique as the stars in the galaxy. Hers still felt distant, though bright.
It was there, in the rubble of overturned crates and the remnants of the refueling station, that she noticed something she hadn't registered at first glance. Faint rings of disturbed salt, blast marks as if from turbo engines. Perhaps a small, single-pilot ship.
"Gella." Master Sun's voice was low, concerned. He approached care-fully, his brown robes rustling in his wake. "What is it?"
"I think I found something," she said, even if she couldn't put a name to the thing shed found. Only that the Force had guided her to this spot, this stack of scavenged crates, arranged almost too carefully.
She reached inside one crate and found it wasn't empty.
Master Sun got on one knee to examine the cylindrical object that had metal pipes and the flat dome of an astromech droid. He scratched the graying spot on his left temple and let his fingers drag across his jaw in consternation. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think someone cobbled together a jamming beacon out of salvage yard finds."

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