The tunnel of light spirals away into starlines which shorten into immobile points in the transparisteel cockpit.  There is no local star to be seen, though the digital map indicates the smallish sun as Coruscant Prime floating a billion and a half kilometers away.  There six planets in system, a tiny metal core planet tidally locked with the star at a perfectly spherical 50 million kilometers.  Four other planets are gas giants orbiting at ninety degree arcs from one another in the same orbital distance of 750 million kilometers.

The sixth planet is currently at 237 million kilometers.  It is designated as the planet Coruscant.

The Falcon is the first ship to arrive, easily the fastest in hyperspace of the four.  Irin immediately sends out probes to sweep the system, programming them for stealth as a priority.  By the time Tump and then Vyctor arrive, the probes have come back with important data.

Coruscant is covered in ice according to the probe's analysis.  Life signs are there, but they are deep below the surface of the ice and located in compact groups.  The rest of the planet is devoid of it.  Where there is life, it is diverse: planet, animal, human and other.  The ship computers indicate sentient beings of thousands if not millions of different kinds.  One place is the largest concentration, a vertical shaft leading directly to the core of the world.  Heat is provided to all the life forms centered no more than fifty miles from the shaft, but the strange layers under the ice are in the thousands and go several kilometers deep.  This one place houses nearly ten million sentient level life-forms plus thriving flora and fauna.

There are no ships, no satellites, and no discernible advanced technology.  Core tech would appear magic to these people.

Coruscant has four moons, but they register as devoid of life and technology.

Tump listens to the data report silently. Once it's done, he sits there looking bewildered. "It's like someone just hit the reset button on this planet."

"Alright, Ayce, find us a suitable landin' site. One where we can get below ground an' hopefully stow the ships out of the weather. Last thing we need is to touch down with nowhere to get to and frozen space craft".

I don't intend to contradict a direct order, Captain, but what about Inarra?  Do you intend to wait for her or should I proceed?

"Wait a sec? The heck is she? She should'a been here ahead of Tump and Vyc".

"I don't know.  Ships data recorder shows she entered hyperspace before I did.  We were all slaved to Ayce's calculations, so she could not have entered them wrong."  Vyctor's voice carries the weight of only mild concern at the moment.  "Maybe she'll catch up in a few?"

Django frowns. "Well then I guess we wait".

"If her ship data log shows her entering hyperspace, can we possibly track her ships signature to see where she exited?"

It is not possible to track ships in hyperspace.  A separate set of physical laws exist there so our technology does not work the way it does in real space.

We could track her ship's signature and exhaust in real space, but only where those signs are within range of our sensors.  In other words, we could track her back at Jedha because we know she was there.  We could track her here if she came out somewhere in the system within range of our sensors.

But we came a quarter of the way across an entire galaxy.  That is 23,000 light years or 217 quintillion kilometers to search in a straight line for a ship that is a little under 10 meters in length.

"Well this is just kriffin' peachy... We wait ten, then start back tracking. I don't care if we gotta hop back like leap frog hitting random spots along the way to scan for her. I made a career outta finding the unfindable. Crooks. Jedi. Innara. Ain't much different at this point. Keep your hands on the throttles. Ayce, plot our reverse course. Stops at any point near planets or other big stuff".

"We're not going to lose her."

"I don't think you gentlemen understood what Ayce said."  There is a moment of pause, but before anyone can retort, Vyctor sighs heavily into the comm.  "Go.  Look for her.  I'm going to find a place to land and scout ahead into the populace.  I'll go slow.  My sensors seem sufficient to keep me out of trouble with any space demons.  When you get back, I'll have this place figured out and we can look for...whatever you came here to look for.  How long do you expect to be gone?"