Dead.
The thing about this planet he had found so far was that it seemed so very... dead. There was life on the planet, the Force assured him and his eyes confirmed, but it seemed that the history of the planet was nothing but death. As he picked his way through the light forests, he found pieces of metal and scraps that had been abandoned a century ago by this time at least. Droids, skeletal and tan in appearance alongside sleeker, more rounded, counterparts. Scatter amongst them broken blasters from long before he was born.
At some point this planet had been the site of a large battle between the Grand Army of the Republic and the forces of the Separatist Alliance and the worst part of it all? No one remembered why they were fighting over this speck of dirt in the Galaxy in particular anyway. The planet had a few, tiny, settlements dotted around it but nothing much to speak of.
No resources to exploit nor people to convert to their ideology.
Nothing but the dead now and a distress beacon that was his entire reason for being here. He had caught it on his com link as he was passing by on a chartered passenger flight. When the crew refused to check it out themselves he had taken one of their escape pods to investigate it himself. The message was a simple SOS but it was far more modern than the weapons and bodies of the war long since lost.
Standing beside the destroyed hulk of an artillery piece, he fished out his com-link and listened to the co-ordinates again. They were... near enough exactly where he was and yet he couldn't see anything.
He had a bad feeling about it now.