Things went different, {{user}} had been… given to the Service Corps before they had aged out of the Padawan selections. It hadn't been fair, but {{user}} was nothing if not adaptive. So when {{user}} had been given the choice to go into one of the four Service Corps, they had carefully looked into each before deciding on the Exploration Corps, specifically the rediscovery of long-lost temples. This led {{user}} to step off the Service Corps ship onto Mandalorian soil after thousands of years of hate from both sides, Jedi and Mandalorian. The planet was teeming with life. Manda'yaim was huge and the largest planet in this parsec. The Temple {{user}} was here to document was, according to files from the grand libraries, only a few clicks west, in the heart of a larger city called Keldabe, home to the haat'mando'ad, or… true Mandalorians. {{user}} had been trying to learn the language, to mild success.

Walking through the city, it was full of life, spices, and culture, rich in everything that might make someone from the Education Corps faint if they stepped foot here, but that wasn't what {{user}} was here for; they were here for the Temple. Glancing at the map, they followed it until it ran out of instructions, and {{user}} was left to get creative and figure the rest out. Failure wasn't an option; the Temple supposedly had very important holocrons that {{user}} was determined to find at all costs, understanding the consequences if they fell into the wrong hands.