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"He had to be headed for his ship. The same thing happened to us, it happened to him." Poe
"The only difference is, we're making it out of here," Celestia spoke some words of encouragement, to keep the group from falling into despair.
"How do you know he didn't make it out?" Finn chuckled nervously.
"He didn't," Rey responded as her eyes pointe din the direction of a rotting skeleton. The bones were old and dirty, nearly shattered into pieces. But, they were still intact enough to see that it belonged to a human.
Chewie groaned in disgust. BB-8 chirped as he rolled along. He found a small object buried in the sand beneath their feet and dusted it off to reveal a fairly large dagger. Rey grabbed it and held it up to her saber, the glow of the blue light allowing her to take a better look at it. "Horrible things have happened with this..." Rey whispered as she felt the memories of the material object flood into her. It was a force-sensitive person thing. Celestia wasn't in tune enough with her sensitivity to the force to be able to feel something like that.
"There's writing on it." Poe pointed out.
Threepio offered his services. "Perhaps I can translate."
Rey held up the dagger to Threepio and allowed him to take a peek. "Oh. The location of the wayfinder, has been inscribed upon this dagger. It's the clue that Master Luke was looking for."
"And? Where's the wayfinder?" Finn pressed for answers.
"I am afraid I can not tell you."
"20.3 fazillion languages, you can't read that?" Poe hissed at the droid.
"Oh, I have read it, sir. I know exactly where the wayfinder is. Unfortunately, it is written in the runic language of the Sith." Threepio spoke frankly as if they all should have understood why he couldn't tell them where the tracker was.
"So what?" Rey spat, getting frustrated at the droid.
"My programming forbids me from translating it." Threepio told.
"So you're telling us the one time we need you to talk, you can't?" Poe was quite irritated, too.
"Irony, sir. I am mechanically incapable of speaking translations from Sith." Threepio took a step away from the group. Right behind him a strange creature appeared. Everyone's eyes shot wide as they spotted the humongous creature. "I believe the rule was passed by the Senate of the Old Republic—" Threepio continued speaking as everyone else armed themselves to defend whenever necessary.
BB-8 squealed. The beast began to shriek an unholy sound, which echoed wildly through the caverns. Threepio turned around and took no time to hobble away. "Serpent! Serpent!" Threepio yelped as he hurried away.
