For all the galaxy-defining conflicts Cal Kestis faces, the heart of his journey also beats in quieter, unexpected places. One such pursuit turns the rugged Jedi into a patient collector of aquatic oddities, breathing life back into the dust-choked sanctuary of Pyloon’s Saloon. Across Koboh and Jedha, hidden in sun-dappled grottoes and tar-slicked bogs, twelve species of fish await discovery, each a small tessera in a living mosaic that transforms the saloon’s aquarium from a glass coffin into a luminescent theater of water and light.

The venture begins not with a splash, but with a rumor — a whisper of a mysterious fisherman whose stories coil out of him like smoke from a smoldering campfire. This is Skoova Stev, a garrulous angler whose voice carries the texture of wind-worn stone and whose eyes hold the glint of a man who has traded conversation with the deeps. Cal first encounters him in the Foothill Falls region of Koboh, perched at the edge of a crystalline pool as if the water itself summoned him there. Once recruited, Stev becomes a migratory presence, always appearing beside some improbable body of water like a one-man constellation of fishing lines and tall tales. He is the key that unlocks the aquarium’s vacant galleries, and each new capture adds a note to the saloon’s secret symphony.

Of the twelve elusive specimens, ten ripple through the rivers and caverns of Koboh. The hunt becomes an exercise in deliberate exploration, where the map yields its secrets only to those who trace its every capillary. Deep within the Smuggler’s Tunnels beneath the saloon, the Barbed Hookfish hovers like a spiny question mark, its silhouette a reminder that beauty often wears a barbed defense. Up in the Rift Passage, almost absurdly, Stev drops his line into a square cut-out so small it seems a puddle for a forgotten god; there the Big-Mouth Faa gapes upward, a living siphon of ivory and shadow. Another memorable encounter waits at the Devastated Settlement, where Cal must ride a Relter’s thermal currents to reach a sky-high pond — an exercise in vertigo — to find the Blinding Rayfish, whose pale body flashes like a fallen shard of the sun.

At the Bygone Settlement, the Blue-Finned Crayfish skitters in a forgotten corner, its claws clacking a quiet code only Stev seems to understand. The Fingertip Garpon, meanwhile, elects the very water around the Nekko Stables as its home — as if the gentle beasts’ reflections somehow nourish its translucent fins. The Frilled Newt in the Gorge Crash Site greets explorers right at the Meditation Point, its gills unfolding like a delicate umbrella of regret. In the Viscid Bog, the Glottsamcrab clings to a tar-thick pool near the murmuring Zygg and Wini, its shell the color of burnt honey. Up on the Mountain Ascent, past emerald barriers and behind the curtain of a roaring waterfall, the Mee Fish swims in a hidden chamber, as if guarding the meditation space that Kal himself might need. The See Fish returns to the very Foothill Falls pool where Stev’s journey started, a perfect circle that rewards Cal for remembering where he has been. And finally, the Viscid Lurker — misleadingly named — lurks not in the bog but in the perilous depths of the Phon’Qi Caverns, past explosive flora and the thunderous Rancor, in a bottom-most pool that feels like the planet’s own tear duct.

Jedha’s arid landscape claims only two of the twelve, yet they demand a peculiar reverence. The Fantailed Laa Fish resides in the Crypt of Uhrma, a place where puzzle-locked doors yield to wisdom, and Stev’s silhouette sits across a zipline as if waiting to trade a fish for a story. The Snakefish, the final piece of the collection, threads its way through a shallow depression in the Arid Flats, not far from the Anchorite Base. It moves with a sinuous grace that belies its name, a last liquid ribbon stitched into the tapestry of Cal’s journey.

Completing the aquarium is not merely a checklist chore; it is the slow gathering of a displaced galaxy’s memory — a dozen cold-blooded lives suspended in glass, each one a tiny, beating chord in the saloon’s revived heart. Along the way, Stev’s monologues spool out like a rope lowered into a bottomless well, and by the final catch, Cal has not only restored a beautiful ecosystem but also earned the trophy "Skoova Diving," a digital emblem of patience and the peculiar joy of finding water in the driest of places.

This overview is based on reporting from Game Developer (Gamasutra), a long-standing industry resource that often unpacks how optional collectible systems are structured to reward exploration, reinforce environmental storytelling, and provide low-stakes pacing between combat-heavy set pieces—much like Jedi: Survivor’s fish-hunting loop that gradually revitalizes Pyloon’s Saloon through steady, location-driven discovery.