Unfortunately, what one wills and what the Force wills - those are two entirely different, often conflicting, things. Anakin himself had no desire to run into a living Sith of any kind ever again. Or even a ghost of one. Holocrons and artifacts could be useful a Sith still clinging to life? Anakin could do without ever having that happen again.
But that didn't mean he didn't still go looking for things. At least, in a way - he knew there were items and knowledge hidden and left behind, and he didn't believe knowledge should be lost. Used was another matter, but lost? Never. Perhaps he was making amends, in a fashion, of the destruction of the Jedi archives. Of course, his methods were unorthodox.
Fly to a system. Turn off the guidance. Allow his instincts to lead, while he meditated. Allowed the Force to guide.
Which is how he found his boots on the ground outside some Dark-twisted-corrupted mess that had probably once been a city, hidden within the Old Sith Empire. Anakin picked his way slowly, keeping a light but well spread out touch around him. Not that thought he'd need it - predators tended to avoid him, even ones driven mad by exposure to the Dark side. But he still carried a lightsaber. A handful of knives. A blaster. Lockpicks. Versatility had suited him over the years.
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Date: 2021-08-22 05:09 pm (UTC)But that didn't mean he didn't still go looking for things. At least, in a way - he knew there were items and knowledge hidden and left behind, and he didn't believe knowledge should be lost. Used was another matter, but lost? Never. Perhaps he was making amends, in a fashion, of the destruction of the Jedi archives. Of course, his methods were unorthodox.
Fly to a system. Turn off the guidance. Allow his instincts to lead, while he meditated. Allowed the Force to guide.
Which is how he found his boots on the ground outside some Dark-twisted-corrupted mess that had probably once been a city, hidden within the Old Sith Empire. Anakin picked his way slowly, keeping a light but well spread out touch around him. Not that thought he'd need it - predators tended to avoid him, even ones driven mad by exposure to the Dark side. But he still carried a lightsaber. A handful of knives. A blaster. Lockpicks. Versatility had suited him over the years.