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Uncharted Desert Planet, Outer Rim
1,012 ABY
Apollo gave a satisfied sigh as he overlooked the harsh desert landscape. He munched happily upon a stick of dried and smoked bantha meat he had brought along with him. He surveyed the vast plateau before him and smiled. He glanced briefly at his chrono and continued to munch on his rations. It had been nearly six months to the day that he had first left the Order for his self-imposed exile. With the relations between the Sith and Jedi constantly deteriorating along with his own relationships with his Master and a few other select people, Apollo felt that a self imposed exile was his only option. His departure had been so sudden that he himself couldn't even think of the words to issue his final goodbye to his comrades-in-arms. Apollo had merely powered up his starfighter, punched in a random set of coordinates and hoped that he would or could leave his old life behind. Apollo forced himself into restless sleep and prayed that when he his landed he would be as far away from the strife as possible.
Apollo's first few days on the desert planet was pure bliss. Whether it was nothing more than good luck or even fate, Apollo was blessed with an uninhabited yet habitable planet. The planet, in which he would come to dub Cresh as it was the third moon in orbit around it's parent, was everything he could have hoped for. It was similar to the harsh desert landscape of Ryloth all the while only having minimal local fauna. Strange six-legged lizard type animals could be scurrying from rock to rock in vain attempts to find shade from the often overwhelming heat. With a beaming smile, Apollo knew that he had finally found his paradise.
Days would turn into weeks which would then turn into months. Apollo lived each and every day as if it was his last. He thrived in this new environment. His Jedi training only heightened what he had learned back on Ryloth. He easily found water sources, animal burrows and the few cactus-like plants that managed to grow in the harsh landscape. Apollo felt nothing but joy as the days went on. The nightmares from Jabiim seemed to all but fade away.
As his exile entered its sixth month, a gnawing emptiness began to once again creep into his subconscious. It was the same feeling that he once had while waiting for a Jedi Master back upon the Will of the Force all those years ago. Apollo could only hope that the joy he felt would be endless. The growing emptiness soon became a plague upon his thoughts. The longing for companionship threatened to consume him. Apollo attempted to make friends with the local fauna but the lizard creatures could hold no capable thought. With extremely reluctance, Apollo pulled out the com link he had hidden away and dialed a familiar frequency.
"Cat..." He said with a hollow voice "I'm sending you my coordinates, feel free to stop by."