Down the Jungle Path

The wisened Ithorian's bones creaked and rattled under the heavy pack as he padded down the jungle path. A riot of color exploded along the old stone trail, plants from the crashed herdship creating a vibrant substitute for what had once shaded Jedi Knights, before the Empire had ravaged the world.

Now they return he mused. Was it not enough to scour this world once? I grow weary. But I will see the Empire expelled from this world before I pass into Mother Jungle's embrace.

Para-para fungi spilled onto the fringe of the stone path, and a cloying musk wafted off the bulbs of a borobu flower. The scents of home carried the old one's mind further back, to a time when Jedi walked the surface of Caamas, and when he had been a young herdling, careless and wild.