Jakku was a planet with a quiet present and a loud past in the Force.
As someone with the Force, Crix couldn’t feel anything in the Now for hundreds of miles aside from Sebastian and Clove as they brought the ship down for a landing atop the exterior of a crashed Star Destroyer. There was nothing and no one around them, leading to the quiet in the Force in the Now… and allowing the Past to all but scream at them.
Standing at the edge of the ramp, Crix hummed a little bit as he cleaned one of the blaster pistols he had managed to collect over the years. Dust and sand were already becoming a problem. The problem for people who had not visited this area of Jakku before, however, was telling. Sebastian, as a former Dark Acolyte, and Clove would be able to feel what felt like screams of fear, anger and pain echoing around them.
And they were echoes.
They were impressions in the Force left by the Battle of Jakku, literally hundreds of years in the past. But with so many people dying so quickly, so pointlessly, it left an impression. If people had chosen to live in the area en-masse then their presence would have long since absorbed the echoes but as it was, no one lived in this section of the old battlefield’s graveyard.
Crix himself had found the experience of standing on Jakku disorientating to begin with but he had managed to steal himself at the time because he had been there on a rescue mission so needed to get over himself quickly. Still, standing on it again was difficult… which was exactly why he had brought Clove along with him.
“Do you hear the screaming, Clove?” he asked her as he busied himself cleaning his blaster, “Do you feel it trying to shake your bones?”
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