A/N: Hello again, it's been a while since I published anything Star Wars on AO3. This little story is a project for Fandom Trumps Hate and is dedicated to picklesandsweetpea, who won the auction for one of my stories.

It took me a while to get into the Star Wars story writing mode again, but the "Jedi Fallen Order" got me back on track. This story was inspired by that game and by picklesandsweetpeas wish for a fanfiction involving Poe, Finn and Rey. They'll be the main characters along with BB-8, whom we won't forget.

Chapter One - Bogano

"Do you think you can repair this thing?" Finn asked, his brow furrowed as he looked down at Rey. The clouds overhead had parted and the light streaming in from above made the shards of green crystal glitter in the pool of water. Her trousers were soaked. Once they got outside into the heat, the fabric would be caked with mud. But she didn't seem to care. No surprise there. Had he grown up on that hell hole called Jakku, he'd love any form water could take as well.

"I'm not sure," she whispered, picking up one of the bigger shards and holding it up against the light. It made the greenish tint of her hazel eyes shine brightly. "I don't think they were meant to be repaired?"

"I don't think they were meant to be broken in the first place," Finn muttered, putting his hands on his hips and watching on as Rey opened the satchel on her belt to put in the crystal.

He cocked his head, watching her intently as she frowned at the centrepiece, a molten piece of a mini computer, black and scorched. "Well, so much for retrieving the infamous holocron," Rey muttered, getting to her feet and taking another look around the ancient vault. "Should we head back?"

Finn sighed. They'd come so far after picking up the trail of Jedi Knight Cal Kestis on Ordo Eris, where the remnants of a crime syndicate had been taken over by Grakkus the Hutt. Really, that's what you got for freeing the galaxy of the First Order. You rolled away the rock oppressing the galaxy, only to reveal a whole network of criminal activity underneath. But, he supposed, that was better than having to battle another Sith fleet. And a bit of crime here and there was infinitely better than a totalitarian regime which abducted children and wiped entire star systems off the face of the galaxy.

"Shouldn't we look around some more?" he pondered, walking towards one of the murals on the wall. The paint had faded, but the domed structure of the innermost chamber of this vault had protected the three tall Zeffo staring down at the viewer.

"I didn't even know there were Force wielders out there who weren't Jedi… or Night Sisters."

They hadn't talked about this yet, although images of these humanoid aliens had followed them for the better part of three months now. Even on that short expedition to Dathomir they had encountered murals a of the long-since abandoned temples to the Force. It was also the place where all traces of Cal Kestis seemed to disappear and where nothing but smudges of the Zeffo murals remained.

"I shall bury the holocron where it used to be," Finn mumbled, reciting the words etched into the stone pillar in front of the temple.

Holocrons were hard, if not downright impossible to come by. First the Empire and then the First Order had made sure of that. Relics containing data which Jedi wanted to keep amongst themselves were dangerous to them. Grakkus had possessed a few, he'd told them. But they had been taken and destroyed by the Empire.

"We don't know what was on it anyway," Rey said quietly and Finn nodded, accepting her hand as she reached out to him. Her skin was warm and he was grateful to have her in his life now. Teaching him. Following the footsteps of Jedi long gone.

"Must have been important," Finn said, giving Rey's hand a squeeze. He dropped it and approached the mural. One tall Zeffo, flanked on either side by two smaller ones, their round, lidless eyes staring into nothingness. Finn couldn't remember ever having seen a being like this. Their long faces appeared to consist of nothing but chin, mouth and cheekbones, topped with long, flat ears. Not that he could claim having met all the species of the galaxy, not by a long shot, but these beings looked utterly, well, alien. And apparently they'd had a connection to the Force. He could feel it. That echo of Force-sensitives.

These walls seemed to ring with it.

And why else would Kestis have brought a shattered holocron here? Hadn't the hand-

written notes of pilot Greez Dritus talked of their quest to find Force-sensitive children? "You know what, we still have some time before the council meets. A week at least, so what do you say, we take another look around that planet Zeffo? Can't hurt?"

Rey scoffed and let go of his hand. "Poe's gonna love the challenge of landing there."

Finn couldn't help but return her grin as he thought of the massive storm which constantly enveloped the planet. Another expedition. It would mean getting to spend some more time with Poe. He quickly averted his gaze before Rey could touch the subject. "You know what? I think it will."

A/N: Since I'm working on another project as well, it might be a week before I update again, or I might update tomorrow. Who knows. Remember to subscribe if you want to stay up do date 😉 Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a comment!