The Dark Academy on Korriban

She'd spent most of the day out in the Wilds searching for . . . something. A little scrap had gone in to her backpack in the morning but most things she had found had been discarded or kicked over the nearest hill. Then, in the afternoon she'd found a corpse, still clutching it's long dead lightsaber. The hilt was crude and corroded, but it would do for a schematic.

Soon after she'd unearthed something she wished she'd found the day before. A true Sith relic.

"Where were you when we needed you yesterday???? Poodooo!"

She secreted that away and continued on, breaking only for her exam.

She returned to the Wilds soon after and unearthed . . . . . . . . .

A box.

A metal box.

It had a logo on it, or a long folded maker of quality repulsor sleds.

She examined it carefully for traps. Found none.

"Not even a thermal detonator. Pah."

She flipped the catch and opened the box, causing a slight hiss of air as the seal was broken for the first time in decades, maybe centuries. Inside was an old, but fully serviceable set of tools. She chortled and closed the box carefully, adding it to her haul of scrap, crude lightsaber hilt and Sith relic.

"The planet itself seems to be telling me to make what I want. I am on the right course."

She then started back towards the Imperial Encampment, feeling a lot better about all the time spent searching the Wilds.