On the planet of dangerous myths, shocking fables and unspoken legends, there is also beauty. Dispersed around the untamed world are flaws; cracks formed through thousands of years. Glacial rivers rushing and destroying cliffs, racing and scooping away the soil and digging crevices untouched by all but a handful of explorers from ages long past. Isolated at the southern tip of Ilum, this particular ravine is close to the planet’s core. No-one ever dared to dive directly down into the darkness of the ravine, instead opting for laser drills that bore a tunnel into the nearby glacier. Uncharted and unexplored, this passageway is a place of nightmares for those who venture to its depths. The half-eaten carcasses of explorers who have met an untimely end litter the ravine’s descent—a warning to those who might choose to venture too far. Whether these men and women fell to their deaths, or had been murdered remains lost to the long-forgotten histories of the ravine.

The antechamber of the Crystal Cave is wide and cavernous with a winding walkway carved out of the stone itself and smoothed over with glacial elegance. The pathway ascending upwards to the top of the cave where a resilient sheet of ancient stone weathers against the raging winds from Ilum’s winter skies. At the base of the walkway is a platform of old stone used for meditation in times past.

Leaving the main antechamber leads to other tunnels carved and abandoned by miners and treasure hunters. Glinting like candlelight against the unforgiving darkness of the deep and untrodden cave, multi-coloured clusters of kyber crystals reflect the light into the deepest crevices from the surface. Untouched for a millennia, the value in this chamber once sparked an entire battle between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire. The sides of the cavern stretch vertically, terminating in a vaulted arch that was carved with embellishments some time ago. On each side of the walls, various ports and alcoves distinguish in the light. Some are known to be rivers of purified water, as displayed by the translucent sheets of ice glistening along the alcove walls.

Lavanth stared awkwardly at the old man in front of him. The man didn’t look around, or waver from his path. Multiple times the Hunter opened his mouth to ask him something and every time he closed it.

“So, walking with an old man in a place you don’t know. What did he do, offer you candy?” Doc asked appearing from nowhere. Lavanth shot a disapproving glance at him. Doc only shrugged and walked in front of the Old Man.

“So buddy, where you taking the kid?” Doc questioned. The Gentleman didn’t reply. Doc threw his hands in the air and released a sigh. Apparently the Man couldn’t be bothered with a simple question. The only sounds where them walking, the droid’s motors moving, and the echos they made. Light from the crystals made it barely visible, but the light that was casted was beautiful. The different colors streaked the pathway and the figures walking.

Eventually they came to a clearing. A large flat stone surface, with what appeared to be columns of stone. Light bled onto the plateau from the giant hole in the ceiling. A shudder ran down Lavanth’s spine.

“Here,” Liam started, “Is where the jedi made their lightsabers. Now it is your turn.” The Togruta frowned.

“Sir,” The Techweaver explained, “In all honesty, I have not a single clue of what you are talking about.” The old man sighed. He pulled out his own lightsaber. Both ends activated with a glorious shout. Lavanth took a step back.

“You want me to build one of those?” The Hunter exclaimed, staring in awe at the device. Liam nodded.

“And then be taught how to use it.” The Warden continued. Lavanth rubbed his hands together. This seemed both fun, and slightly dangerous.