Stoga was a desert planet. Most of its surface was nothing more than vast stretches of arid, golden sand; dunes seemed to stretch on endlessly, punctuated by sporadic rocky outcrops and towering mesas. The sky above however was a sight to behold. Hues of deep crimson and burnt orange painted the heavens, all whilst two suns (one larger and the other smaller) cast a warm, dual-coloured glow. It created an array of dramatic shadows that danced across the entire landscape. The suns' intense, unrelenting rays also created an unforgiving heat.
Flora and fauna had to evolve in rather interesting ways in order to withstand the harsh environment of Stoga. Tall, slender cacti-like plants dominate the landscape, their succulent structures storing water for long periods of drought. These towering plants reach towards the sky, their sharp spines glinting in the sunlight as a means of defence against any potential predators. The animals, few and far between, were equally fascinating. Some creatures had developed exoskeletons that protect them from the harsh elements, while others had evolved the ability to burrow beneath the sandy terrain to escape the searing temperatures above. Strange, reptilian creatures with elongated bodies and leathery skin could be seen on occasion slithering across the desert floor, their iridescent scales shimmering in the kaleidoscope of light.
Despite its arid nature, Stoga did possess some hidden treasures. Ancient ruins, remnants of a once-thriving civilization, lay buried beneath the shifting sands. The structures possessed an otherworldly aesthetic, adorned with intricate carvings and symbols that hint at a complex and advanced society that once called this planet home. Of course, it was hard to find such ruins, given the ever-fickle nature of the forever-shifting sands. Exploring was not without its dangers. Vicious sandstorms could whip through the desert without a moment's notice, their force capable of tearing through flesh and dismantling even the sturdiest of structures. Unpredictable sinkholes, hidden beneath the seemingly solid ground, posed additional hazards to the unwary travellers.
Despite this, however, Sybella pushed on, accompanied by a fellow Jedi @Gwydion Astel. Despite their steady steps and purposeful pace, the terrain was rather unforgiving. Mastering the Force had allowed them to defy the oppressive heat, but even that had its limits. Taking a sip of water from her canteen, Sybella naturally offered a swig to her companion. Whoever had summoned them clearly needed a lesson in coordinates! At this rate, they could have flown for longer and covered more of the distance.
Finally, after traversing one of the larger dunes, a distant sight would catch their attention—a shimmering oasis. An oasis that held the promise of respite amidst the arid wasteland. Drawing closer, they discovered a group of humans, divided into two tribes, engaged in an intense argument. The tribes were easily distinguishable by the colour of their garments—a crimson-robed tribe and a cerulean-clad tribe. Voices were being raised, as were some improvised weapons. Looking at Gwydion, Sybella could now see why the Jedi were asked to get involved. Who, however, was yet to be answered - until two small figures came dashing up to them.
They were two adolescents, boys dressed in opposing colours. It was enough to raise an eyebrow, given the current feuding.
"You are the Jedi, yes?"
"We called you. A good thing came when you did. I don't know how much longer the peace can last!"
"Peace?" Sybella blinked, looking back down at the bickering adults. If this was them at 'peace', she'd hate to see what things were like during real times of conflict. "I think you boys better start from the beginning. What exactly is going on?"
"The water. It's all drying up and no one knows why."
"There are only a few waterholes left now and our families are fighting over them."
"But we don't want to fight. We were friends before the water dried up - we want to stay friends. Can you help us?"