Pillio wasn't a planet commonly visited by anything other than fishing commoners or diving enthusiasts. An aquatic world famous for its ancient coral reefs visible even from the surface, it was beautiful but otherwise unremarkable. Not many now still remembered that the system it lay in had tight Imperial control and strong loyalties to Palpatine's government when the man still lived. As a matter of fact, it was from Sith texts buried in the archives that Nakoa got his first dregs of information. Other segments came from rumors and drunken tales that happened to match up.
There was a growing cult on an isolated island. Too minor for the local J-sec to bother with it, but enough to bother the native fisherfolk. No one would mind if it just stopped existing one day. And that's why a pair of Sith arrived. They took Nakoa's ship given its ISC-originating transponder tag and innocuous appearance, approaching low to the sea in the dead of night. A pilot droid would drop them off nice and quiet before concealing the ship elsewhere.
The potential prize was more than worth the trouble. As much as the Wrean sympathized with random fisherfolk, what the cult had gathered around was their real focus. Just the wrong time, wrong place, really. "Think high or low?" he asked Aadya in accented basic, head turning slightly away from a holotable that was clearly salvaged from a different ship model. Currently, it displayed a basic sensor readout of the area.
They could either travel through the lowlands or climb through rocky hills to get to where they were going, but the end goal was too covered for a straightforward drop. Nakoa had little preference.
@Logan