Tyrell brought the craft through the atmosphere, some of the damage looked older. Several weeks at the latest however flame still raged to show whatever the main devastation had been, it had happened recently. He looked off towards a mountain where what remained of a ship could be seen in flames. He pointed to it. "It seems like this was the home to the Lost Tribe, I'd hazard a guess that was their ship." He looked down into the city below and placed them in a large town square. He lead the other Jedi down out of the ship and cast a glance around, the heat burned at his nostrils and the smell of smoke and burnt flesh clung to his throat. If he hadn't been on operations before it might have unnerved him, at the least it just made him mourn. No matter who these people were, or what they did. They did not deserve such a fate. Though there was something nagging at him and he couldn't quite decide what it was. He looked up towards the ship.

"Myself, Cole and Kreia shall venture to the ruins of the ship." Him and Hunter had discussed that it would be best, for various reasons. He looked towards hunter. "We shall leave you to investigate this area." He walked back up the ship, and flew it closer to the ruins of the ship with Kreia and cole on board and landed closer to the ship. On approach it was obvious when it had crashed it had impacted the mountain with some force. He disembarked, the smell of smoke as strong though there wasn't the same smell of burnt flesh. He looked back to his companions. "Someone did not want to leave any clues, lets see if they missed any."

Kreia exits the ship shortly after him, igniting a blade and cutting a rock in half for no apparent reason. Her speed and accuracy whilst doing so seemed to be incredibly great, as though the rock posed a threat, which it didn't. "Preparations," she states as her blade is sheathed and set back on her hip. "Let's." She says after Karl states that searching for clues was a good idea.

Kreia seems to take great interest in the ship, and decides that the main areas of it would be the ideal places to search. Whether it was a place to hide information from another or retrieve age-old intel, it seemed like a good place. Both inconspicuous with it being mostly destroyed and the fact of it's remoteness proved enough clues as is. Of course, Kreia was no detective, though it seemed reasonable to check it out anyway.

Cole was mentally rocked by the staggering amount of rage, pain, and death that had been so present in the area far too recently, but forced his way through it to focus on the job. His background in police work told him that the most logical place to begin was on the bridge looking for logs, sensor readouts, messages, anything in the system to indace who had attacked, when and perhaps even why. As had all candidates for the Ascendancy, he had at least a very basic level of computer slicing ability, so he was able to get into the databanks without too much trouble and began sorting through the more mundane files, looking for anomalies, but maintaining his awareness in the force in case whoever did this decided to come back to finish the job.