Military Base

The young, cloaked man that sat in meditation had had just about enough of the alterations in the Force surrounding him. The Chronicler had made note of the craft that bulleted loudly from the murky golden sky that clung above him only minutes ago, and he sensed a very powerful disturbance, as if several creatures were crying out in terror at once. It seemed that only one or two of the freighter's unfortunate passengers had survived. It was difficult to discern between the possibilities, even for the Chronicler; the signature he sensed was strong enough to match either a few ordinary sentient beings, or that of a single Force-sensitive... likely still developing and maturing.
The results of this cogitation, ironically stemming from the interruption of his own previous pondering, led him to fabricate a possible and probable scenario. Said scenario could explain, though not elucidate, the several disturbances in the Force that... disturbed... the Chronicler's meditation.
The first and perhaps the most likely event that he could imagine is that a single youngling or weak Force-user, likely the lone survivor of the starship wreck, was under attack by the Sith warrior that he had encountered (if it can be called an 'encounter') before. This theory was supported by that Sith's sudden disappearance earlier.
The second situation, just as likely as the other, played out in the Chronicler's mind as follows:
The ship crashed, et cetera, and the survivor was discovered by the Jedi that contacted him earlier. She was a Jedi, after all, so it was likely she would be doing everything possible to help the hypothetical youngling heal his hypothetical wounds.
No matter the case, the Chronicler came to the realization that any minute more that he sat and waited was another minute that fueled the situation's potential to become a legitimate threat to someone.
He stood up from his place in the soft clay ground, his gauze cloak partially crusted with mud, and extended his mind to the plants in front of him that locked him in the thicket. Gracefully, the flora responded by dancing to the sides of the organic walls, and allowed the man a passage, through which he hastily walked. He didn't care about masking anything about himself at the moment. He wasn't a threat, supposedly, and in a way it wouldn't matter... there were plenty more creatures around that could cause harm, though nowhere near as powerful as himself.
The shadowy Chronicler, unintentionally hidden (though very weakly) by the darkness of the surrounding flora and foliage, stomped through the clay and mud toward the source of the Force that he was detecting: the Temple that had been built on Felucia. It was the home of a few artifacts of the Force as well, bolstering its effect as a beacon.
It wasn't long before at least a woman cradling a small, furry creature, came into view. The Chronicler was certain that these were the beings that had attracted him, and it was very likely that the unkempt woman was the Jedi who had spoken to him.
Either by confusion on how to proceed, or a subconscious desire to observe the duo as they did whatever they did before he decided to proceed- and the Chronicler himself wasn't sure- he stood between several plants that partially hid him from the Jedi.
However, his intrigue with the Jedi's strange, nearly maternal behavior toward the smaller creature had caused the Chronicler a moment of incompetence. His left boot crunched against a twig, or something of the like, that had fallen from one of the nearby treelike plants. The twig was surprisingly loud, almost disturbingly so, and the Chronicler himself cursed beneath his breath.