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Good pilots were capable of thwarting all sorts of obstacles, Rishe was sure. If only she knew how any of them did it, or how any of the detection systems worked.
It wasn't a radar or even visual sight that had alerted her to that ship landing, but an interruption of her meditation. It had disturbed the twin-tailed vultures of Ossus in a way that the planet itself could no longer do. Like brief flares in the Force, little specks of light exploding in a sea of stars, the disturbance was minute and indistinguishable, even to most Jedi. But Rishe always liked observing the wildlife, and she was quickly starting to find that they served as an excellent source of information when technology and skill failed.
A small speeder had carried her near the field that served as a landing pad with a spherical droid removing their dataprod from the vehicle. She didn't like droids very much, and didn't enjoy entrusting her life to one at speeds of a hundred kilometers an hour, but she trusted her own ability to drive even less. So the droid it was.
Of course, this wasn't the first - or even the second landing on Ossus. With the temple yet to be finished, it lacked significant signs of habitation, and the galaxy at large had not been notified of the Jedi's intentions here, even if news was slowly spreading anyway. Sometimes, it would be pirates or scavengers, hoping that the temple ruins were still abandoned. Other times, people were seeking the Order out, as since the attacks on Ajan Kloss, the locations of their other temples and strongholds were held secret.
She rummaged beneath her cloak into her satchel, looking for the scanner Rin had loaned her as she crested the top of a rock ridge. She'd kept the change in her wardrobe since her injury, and even if her arm was slowly healing, the cloak was proving to have other benefits compared to her robes, even if the two articles weren't much different in color or length.
The scanner hummed to life as she looked through it, and the distant form of a red and orange ship came into a very clear view. It was a sleek, somewhat large ship, and she would never know the proper classifications or terms someone would use for them, it seemed to her like a ship clearly made for combat. This might actually be the Mandalorians again. But I can't see anyone?
She checked herself over - she was always lightly armed and armored, she was only a padawan after all, and even on Ossus, the Order didn't fear the Sith arriving, not to a nexus of the Light. She had her clothes, her Master's saber on her old arm holster, and the darts Vahn had given her, minus one holding her hair up in a bun.
And if technology fails? She extended her awareness outwards, searching for those same vultures who had been bothered by the ship's landing. It might be unlikely, but a group of raiders or similar could disturb them again.
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