The images and words continued to flash through Zactar's mind as he lowered his ship through the Shili atmosphere, distracting him from the beautiful plains and grasslands through the viewport in front of him. "Is this your Empire?" played again, accompanied by another flash of destruction of the embers that were once jungle trees of Kashyyyk. Since the footage found him, he hadn't been able to escape the consuming feeling of guilt that was slowly eating away at his mind. What was once confliction had now hardened into resolve after a meaningful conversation with another deeply conflicted Sith and friend. Knowing he was not alone in his internal disgust with the Empire helped Zack make the dangerous decision that had brought him to Shili: to meet the Jedi Grandmaster.
Zack tried to be careful in tracking her down, despite the inherent danger in his mission. Having no affinity for computers but enough credits to splurge now and again, he'd hired an independent slicer to deal with the HoloNet in his stead; using a multitude of personas, proxies, and trackers to make contact with who was assumed to be the Jedi herself. There was no guarantee that the information the slicer had collected was accurate, but at this point Zack had to assume some risks if he truly wanted the redemption he sought. Through brief private messages, the supposed Alexandria agreed to meet with one of the HoloNet personas used in the slicer's social engineering: a Nautolan man named "Wod Ichmo" who claimed to have information regarding a hidden Sith shipyard. The deception would be obvious immediately upon their meeting, but Zack hoped to offer something more to the Jedi if she had the patience to hear him out.
As his BNG Y-Wing touched down on the soft red grasses of Shili, Zactar exhaled deeply in attempt to steady his nerves for what could potentially be coming. He had no expectations for the Jedi's reaction; only the deepest hope that they would believe in his sincerity. Ship powering down, Zack unclipped the lightsaber hilt from his belt and set it on top of the cot in the quarters behind his cockpit. He wouldn't need a weapon for such a meeting. If the Jedi decided to cut him down, she would do so to an unarmed man with no will to defend himself, and he will have deserved it. Climbing out of his ship, he made his way into the center of the plain he'd landed in, simple tunic billowing in the wind around him. Here he would lie in wait, his Force signature apparent, away from any armor or weapon to defend himself. Away from a ship to flee with, submitting himself fully to whatever results would come of this foolish endeavor.
@Valen Pelora @Fantasy Liver