"This one kept me alive in Mechis. I didn't get a bad vibe from it. And for now, it's one of a few slim leads we have. Y'all can hitch a ride in the Falcon. We'll do a fly over with the droids and at least check the planet out. I don't wanna come all this way out here only to have to pack up and leave without exhausting options and ideas"

Vyctor nods and gets on his strange vehicle to head back to the ships.  Irin follows suit.

Once back at the ships, the droids are given directions to watch the starfighters while the humans all pile on to the Falcon.  Fifteen minutes later, the old freighter is entering the planet's atmosphere.

Irin reports that scanners are scrambled horrendously by the crystals growing all over the place.  Most are pink, but there are a scattering of other colors as well: green, blue, yellow, and even some that run the gamut from opaque black to clear white.  She also reports that she is picking up multiple life signs, but the crystals are creating echoes making the number impossible to determine.  Could be ten could be ten thousand.

She does report that they are relatively close, within a hundred klicks give or take.

Django acknowledges the reading and guides the Falcon towards the readings.

The ship comes around a formation to a relatively open area.  Crystals rise up at various angles, many crossing back and forth over, around, and through one another.  To the north, these crystals are large and grow densely.  They form a kind of cave, almost a fortress.

"There.  The life signs are coming from in there very strongly."

Adrenaline racing, Tump rubs his hands together. "Alright, let's do this!"

Django prepares the bring the Falcon down as close to the cave as safely possible.

"Should I stay with the ship, monitor, or come with you guys?"

"Everyone who had a vision or some sort of strange happening should come. I dunno what's in there, but something in my gut tells me we're all meant to see it. You definitely had an occurrence, and you're part a' this team. No gettin' left behing to keep the bench warm while we're out".

Vyctor raises a brow.  "I had no vision.  Do I get to stay?"  He grins, disarming the sting his words may carry.  His doubt about all this vision stuff is written plainly on his face.

"Heh, not a chance, Vyc. Not a chance". Django makes sure his belt is fastened properly, and adjusts his hat. "Let's move out people. Space ghosts ain't gonna find themselves".

"So, who's gunna watch the Falcon?" Tump says with a grin.

Django stops in his tracks. "Next person who mentions staying back on the ship is on wash duty. The hull, the droids, the blasters... the latrines".

The four explorers head cautiously into the cave.  Light reflects continuously from the outside so that - while not blinding - the whole cavern is lit enough to see in without help.   The ground itself seems made of crystals crushed to find powder like sand.

"Careful not to stir this up," Vyctor comments wryly.  "It'll be a pain to get it out."  His voice echoes oddly in the cavern, and there is a low pitched hum as his voice causes the crystals to resonant several seconds after he stops speaking.  His eyes go wide and he clamps his lips shut from that point on.

There are many hidey-holes, offshoot tunnels, and formations to hide behind, but the main path is clear.  It meanders back and forth around larger formations but generally heads east.

"Captain," Irin whispers.  "According to this, we are surrounded."

As she speaks, the group rounds the last formation to come upon a huge amphitheater in the ground.  There are waves of crystal that create upper, mid, and lower sections for spectators to stand.  In the center of the floor at the bottom, there is a crystal altar up on a wide, flat stage.

Tump looks over to Irin. "You sure that thing's working right? Unless were surrounded by people with cloaking devices, it would seem we're alone."

"Keep your cool, and your trigger finger warm".

"No, the crystals are sending echoes back.  The signal can't leave the cave.  I'm not picking up the Falcon or anything beyond the entrance.  Whatever it's picking up is in here."  She shows the men her sensor pad.
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"If the crystals are just bouncin' signals, could it just be picking up us multiplied over and over?"

Irin shakes her head, her eyes wide.  "No.  We're human."  She shows the readings to Tump.  The life signs are just as complex as the four human ones on the screen, but vastly different.  There are over a hundred within the amphitheater alone.

These seem to be a mixture of carbon and silicon-based in their DNA.

"Speak for yourself," Tump says jokingly, but when he finally looks at the reading, a puzzled look comes over his face. He looks around the room, then back at the device. "What the heck?"

Django takes a few steps forward, ahead of the group. He calls out "Hello?". His words echo and bounce around on the crystalline structures.

From out behind a crystal on the other side of the altar, a strange, humanoid creature steps forward.  It is dressed in rags and stands at around a meter and a half, maybe a couple of centimeters more.  It has bluish-green skin and large red eyes.  It's face is long and noseless, nor does it seem to have ears or hair.  "Is jy die stergode? Is jy hier om ons dood te maak?"

It looks over at Irin and tilts it's head.  "Is jy jedha-i?"

Django makes sure to give the impression his hands are open palmed and non-threatening.  "Not sure what your sayin' there chief. Got a translator?". He does his best to keep a cool and even expression, but seeing a being this oddball compared to that of the humans he's used to seeing has his mind reeling.

The creature bobs its head at Django.  "I speak da common.  Ah you da Star Gods here ta hurt us?"  He looks at Irin again then back to Django.  "Ah you da Jedi come ta save us afta all deez years?"

"Well we definitely ain't no Star Gods. Ain't got a clue what a Jedi is though. We're from Core".

Tump echoes Django's sentiments. "We are no friends of the Star Gods, to be sure."