The small planet appeared thick with dense vegetation, huge stretches of land covered by tangles of jungle. Not all civilizations were visible from thousands of miles up, but he ran scan after scan and found scarcely any sign of sentient habitation. Aside from Marek, the only indications of culture came in the form of isolated encampments. Further scanning proved that the encampments consisted of a few primitive huts and nothing more. He and Celene would have to avoid these settlements, in case any of the inhabitants had a connection to Marek and alerted him to their presence. “We’re going to have to trek in to Marek’s compound,” he said as they approached the planet. “If we land too close, he’ll be able to detect us.” “In all your training, you ever deal with bushcraft?” “Some,” he admitted. “Mostly, I’ve read texts. You?” “Used to go camping on my homeworld. But,” she added, “I haven’t been on my homeworld in decades.” “The sightless piloting the sightless.”
