Teth. It was a jungle planet nestled in Wild Space and it lived up to the "wild part." While a small and hardy sentient population resided there, most of the planet was teeming with dangerous beasts, poisonous plants, and deadly raiders. In short, no rich person would want to touch it with a thousand-meter pole.
Which was precisely the Jedi had been set. The old money aristocrat, Nestor Praji, was currently in the possession of a valuable holocron; a holocron that Drow was desperately trying to acquire for the Order. In fact, he was so desperate, that he was willing to play Nestor's errand boy. Nestor, a curator of rare plants, wanted a loakwal tree for his personal gardens.
It seemed like an easy task since loakwal trees grew in abundance on Teth. But Nestor wanted the red loakwal, the rarest variant that some said didn't even exist anymore. However, Nestor had heard musings that an old, abandoned B'omarr monastery had once housed an old Jedi hermit dedicated to gardening in his exile. It was rumored that here could be found the last of the red loakwals on the planet. So it was that Drow Venn and his Jedi companions found themselves facing Temple ruins that had almost been swallowed up by the jungle life. It didn't look promising but Drow had hope that the inside of the temple would be more promising.
"What's your read of this place? Think the tree could be inside?" he asked Isen, a young boy who he'd proudly fought with on Sullust. Isen had bravely flown that day, before being shot down. The boy might not be an expert pilot but Drow knew he could depend on him where it counted.
@Isen
Which was precisely the Jedi had been set. The old money aristocrat, Nestor Praji, was currently in the possession of a valuable holocron; a holocron that Drow was desperately trying to acquire for the Order. In fact, he was so desperate, that he was willing to play Nestor's errand boy. Nestor, a curator of rare plants, wanted a loakwal tree for his personal gardens.
It seemed like an easy task since loakwal trees grew in abundance on Teth. But Nestor wanted the red loakwal, the rarest variant that some said didn't even exist anymore. However, Nestor had heard musings that an old, abandoned B'omarr monastery had once housed an old Jedi hermit dedicated to gardening in his exile. It was rumored that here could be found the last of the red loakwals on the planet. So it was that Drow Venn and his Jedi companions found themselves facing Temple ruins that had almost been swallowed up by the jungle life. It didn't look promising but Drow had hope that the inside of the temple would be more promising.
"What's your read of this place? Think the tree could be inside?" he asked Isen, a young boy who he'd proudly fought with on Sullust. Isen had bravely flown that day, before being shot down. The boy might not be an expert pilot but Drow knew he could depend on him where it counted.
@Isen