Jacen has been on Zonama Sekot for a few days now, but he still can't get enough of it: the thousand exotic scents he can't quite place, the pollen drifting about lazily in the air, the knee-high grass swaying in the breeze, all the new species of flora and fauna, the deep blue sky. Even the fronds that had crept up the landing struts of the Jade Shadow, which have been preventing them from leaving, are a wonderment, as well as the constant pressure he can feel in the Force, pressing into his thoughts like what a body might feel if submerged into the depths of the ocean.

Life. Just... so much life.

The Ferroans have been elusive, and the Jedi have been patient. Well, they've had no choice but to be patient, really, having come all the way to the Unknown Regions to seek out the living planet, in the hopes of finding answers and a way to win the war against the Yuuzhan Vong. But while they've been welcomed (sort of) by the planet's native inhabitants, they've been made to wait in a village, housed in mushroomlike habitats with rough and rubbery walls, and doorways and windows that were rounded as though they'd been grown rather than cut.

He's sitting cross-legged in the middle of a clearing shaped like a large bowl, eyes shut as he meditates. He could feel the planet's presence in the Force everywhere — around him, above him, even beneath his feet in the underground chasms. In fact, he could almost swear he's heard something... from the rocks.

He cracks an eye open. Hello?