Oh, to be home. What a brilliant and terrible thing. Lothal was the homeworld of Xan Solus in many senses - it was his literal birthplace, for one, but it had a greater spiritual meaning beyond that. After his world had been desecrated by the Mandalorians, he had been adopted and trained in the Death Watch's legions. The contradictions between the sweet farm boy he was and the Mandalorian warrior he is had not yet been resolved. In his dreams, Xan returned to Lothal, to the chaotic din of blasters, the heat of flame, the pain of loss. He imagined his mother and father, their features becoming less and less defined as he aged, until all that remained was the idea of mother and father. An idea of a life on Lothal, before the coming of the Mand'Alor.
But his homecoming was not meant to satisfy his nostalgic desires. The Death Watch, too, had stagnated; fallen into irrelevance and disrepair after its leader Fenyang disappeared. Xan resolved to take on the mission of this organization, the one that had reared him when he was just another foundling. And so, he returned to Lothal to take on one of the challenges his Mandalorian family had failed to accomplish: Deciphering the secrets of Lothal.
Excavation into Lothal's history, done by the Mandalorians in the immediate aftermath of the Crusade, revealed traces of a deep history on the planet. The power of the Jedi Temple was well known, but Death Watch had found inklings of information, long-buried by the Jedi, that implicated the Mandalorians, the Sith, and other powerful, galactic conquerors in galactic history. The world had served as a focal point for countless invasions. And Death Watch never learned why.
Mandalorians were still hated by the population for their occupation of the world all those years ago. Xan still hid his face, preferring the anonymity that only the Mandalorian iron skin could provide, but did so with a touch of local fashion. Instead, we wore the heavy, cloth fatigues of a harvester on Lothal's many farms, complete with the boxy, face-obscuring safety helmet.
The mission was not simple, and it confounded Xan. So often, his plan was to point his beskad forward and yell OYA! And so often, it seemed to just work out. Translating the ancient Mandalorian hieroglyph that led him to Lothal in the first place took the organization of Death Watch to do. And all it pointed him to was the local library.
So, wearing the clumsy outfit of a hard laborer, Xan roamed through the massive halls of the Lothalian library, amassing a giant pile of data pads and texts on ancient Lothalian history. It wasn't stealthy, exactly, but hey? It was as stealthy as he had ever been.
@Apollyon