The ocean world of Ahch-To looks to be nothing but blue seas from the distance of space. Dotting the oceans, however, are chains of rocky island that jut upwards to form shallow, sloping mountain ranges with small, flattened plateaus. Rich green trees and other small flora grow along the sedimentary stone, untouched by anything more than small avian creatures looking for a place to nest. Carved into the stones of the various islands are sets of winding, ascending and man-made pathways.

The crisp, clean air that wisps off the ocean helps maintain a fairly mild temperature during the day, with a healthy chill at sunset. Storms have been reported to flare up from time to time, leaving only the highest points of the islands safe from a rising tide. Porgs litter the islands, the oceans teem with a wide variety of fish, and large, docile Thala-sirens loiter on the rocky shores.

Although better known as the legendary home of the Jedi Order, a species of small-statured amphibious natives live simple lives as caretakers of the Jedi ruins. The ruins themselves are primarily small collections of stone huts, although numerous hidden caves dot the islands. Some contain evidence of previous habitation; many more house strong Force auras with mysterious effects on sentient beings, particularly Force-sensitives.

Brotherhood investigators believe that Ahch-To may still be home to a number of relics hidden away by the ancient Jedi Order. Recently they have uncovered the location of what they believe to be a large cache of artifacts, hidden in a cave on one of Ahch-To's remote islands. This information is a closely guarded secret, and you have been handed the task of uncovering and retrieving these relics. Other members of the Brotherhood, however, have also learned of the artifacts location. Another agent has been sent to follow you and retrieve the artifacts for their own purposes.

These natives, Jon decided, were terrible hosts. So what if he was an uninvited guest? So what if he was technically there to steal valuable artifacts from their homes? There was no excuse, in his humble opinion, for rudeness. He’d spent weeks hopping from one island to the next, trying to get information about the Jedi ruins that were supposedly here. Thus far? He’d found a great many stone huts- and precious little else, besides a series of cold welcomes from the locals. His usuals charms had been only mildly successful, not helped by Jon’s less that perfect grasp of their dialect.

Still, he supposed this was a blessing, all things considered. Compared to missions Scholae Palatinae had had him undertake in the past, this one was only annoying, as opposed to life-threatening. He’d still be glad when he finally found something he could present to the Odanites, and haul jets off this barren waste of space once and for all.

“Alright, Artemis,” Jon said to the R3-unit sharing his cockpit. “We’re almost done with this job.” Artemis responded with an annoyed series of beeps and whistles, and Jon rolled his eyes.

“So what? This is the last island in the archipelago. Either the intel is right, and we’ll find what we’re looking for here, or it was wrong, and the Council will just have to deal with the disappointment.”

Of course, that would mean Jon didn’t get paid, so he was rather hoping it would be the former. It’d be a pain to have gone to all this effort only to walk away empty handed.

The island Jon set his ship down on was even rockier and more treacherous than the others, and he'd been forced to land The Carnival on a cliff only just wide enough to hold her. Jon disembarked from his ship, and began steadily making his way up the winding stone staircase. That was another thing he didn’t like about these islands: they were too cramped and crowded. All small buildings, long drops off cliffs, and narrow paths like the one he was walking on. It made him feel claustrophobic, boxed in in a way he didn’t appreciate.

“Hello?” Jon called out as he entered into what he assumed was the main village. A ring of stone huts around a central courtyard, with winding pathways leading off to other parts of the island.

“Anybody home? I’m an offworlder, here to offer trade.” No response.

Jon frowned. That was odd. Every other island he’d landed on had been inhabited, and said inhabitants had been all to eager to try and make him leave as soon as he landed. On a hunch, Jon pulled a trio of knives out of his belt.

“Lots of goods for sale…” Jon said cheerily as his eyes scanned the perimeter. That claustrophobia was back in full force now, as Jon became keenly aware of just how many places to hide the old ruins offered.

“We have spices, fabrics, technology,” Jon said loudly.

“What about weapons?” a cheerful voice said from behind him.

Jon whipped around immediately, throwing his trio of daggers with one hand, and drawing Shiro from it’s holster with the other.

His stalker was faster though, blasting all three knives out the air with a series of shots from her slug thrower pistol. Like lightning, she was racing towards him, with a wide grin on her face. Jon had just enough time to feel very concerned by that grin before she was upon him.