Expectations are a funny thing. Often we don't even realize that we have them, until reality slams into us like a high-speed freighter.

Teller had never seen a Jedi temple before, though he had perused some holographic renderings of the main temple on Coruscant, which had become the Imperial Palace, and now he wasn't sure what it was.

The point is, he didn't land his ARC-99 expecting to see a grandiose castle stretching far into the sky, but he also didn't expect a bunch of rusted shacks slapped together with sheet metal and blue permacrete.

However, even as Teller approached the site completely befuddled, Thayla pried herself out of her cockpit with a smile on her face.

"It's still here," she said, flipping over the nearest piece of plywood and searching underneath it like she expected to find treasure.

"Um, this is it?" he said, looking over at Jon.

However, for the very first time, Jon was not the group's fervent pessimist. He was easily on the same level as Thayla and went running over to the rusted heap as soon as he landed.

"They actually left it. I thought it all would have been burned or something."

Thayla pulled a very old datapad up out of the dust and Jon did the same. Half of them didn't work. Neither did the power cell Jon stuffed into his pocket or the cracked bowl that Thayla held like an artifact from a lost civilization.

"I think this was mine."

"No, that was Jor's. Those are his initials."

"Oh, yeah," Thayla ran to put the bowl into her cockpit, using up even more of her limited space. "Maybe I can find my old pillow."

"That has definitely decomposed by now."

Teller just stood back and let his friends walk through the remains, bored but also trying to respect something that was clearly important to them.

"I'm going to check on D0-1T's scanning, see if he's found out which direction the city went."

Neither of them responded, although Thayla managed a partial wave.

"Have you got anything?"

The droid gave a saddened beep.

"Ok. Keep me posted."

The droid remained in the cramped compartment with it's scanner held up above the cockpit as best as it could manage. Meanwhile, Teller walked to make a scan of his own.

Unfortunately, the landscape of Centrallis was not an impressive one. Flattened badlands don't make for stimulating visual landscapes, especially when it was all the same color. For the most part, the most exciting thing he could see was the occasional hill.

That is, until something finally caught his eye. Off in the distance, maybe half a mile, were massive drag marks.

"Hey Dolt, what's that over there?"

The droid responded. Teller's droidspeak was rusty, but the machine displayed text on one of the cockpit screens for him to see.

"The city leaves markings? What the hell is this place?"

Before he could contemplate further, D0-1T suddenly yelped.

"Good job, buddy." Teller ran back to the Jedi. "Guys, the droid just…"

His voice slowly trailed off when he saw Jon frozen in place, staring at one of the last shacks left standing.

Tears were in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away before anyone could see.

"This is where they kept me. Twenty-two hours a day for a full year, I saw nothing but the inside of this shack."

Thayla didn't seem to know how to respond. She just stared too, but eventually her words found her. "They did what they thought was best."

Jon stared at her with a hatred that cannot be described, but he remained silent.

"Come on, guys," Teller chimed in. "We should see what the droid found."