The heat was overpowering. The twin suns of Tatooine scorched the landscape. How anything survived out here was beyond him. The first of the two suns was setting, turning the sky a deep orange. He was exhausted, he had been searching the dunes for his target for a week. There was no sign of the caravan he was on. He hated being an assassin for the Sith. All he does was kill, kill, kill again, and kill more. There were over fifty lives ended by his dual-bladed lightsaber, and the next awaited. Sweat dripped down his battle scarred tan face. His long, jet black hair was matted against his head. His dark yellow eyes watched the horizon for any signs of his mark. He hopped back onto his speeder and went off deeper into the desert. He rode for hours on end, searching for his target when he stumbled upon a wrecked speeder pulling supplies. It was half buried in the sand. The assassin got off his speeder and walked over to the wreckage. He immediately saw two dead bodies, a man and a woman. He could sense another life form nearby, so he looked inside the supply cache. Inside he saw a little boy, cowering behind a box, crying.
"Are you here to save me?" asked the boy.
That assassin remained silent.
"Or are you going to kill me like those monsters killed my parents?" asked the boy.
The assassin still remained silent. He just stood there, watching the kid.
"My names Bandon," said the boy.
"Bandon?" the assassin thought to himself. "That's the name of my target."
"Are you Bandon Rand?" asked the assassin.
"How did you know my last name?" asked the boy.
"I know many things," said the assassin.
The assassin was having an inner conflict. He knew the Sith were bad, but he liked it. He didn't know they would stoop so low as to have him kill a young boy. He sensed the boy was strong in the force. The boy continued to cry, even harder. He didn't know how to respond. He grabbed the boy and embraced him. Bandon was shaking as he was in the assassin's arms.
"You have much potential," said the assassin. He had to decide whether he would follow his orders, or risk termination for the young boy. "I will take you back to Anchorage, where we will fly to a planet. That planet will be your new home, understand?"
"Yes mister!" said the boy, grinning ear to ear.
The little boy stepped out of the cache, and hopped onto the ground. He was very short, looking about seven or eight. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes, like the oceans of Manaan. His face was covered in dirt, and his tan colored clothes were ripped.
"What's your name?" asked the boy.
"My name?" responded the assassin. "My name is long forgotten, I was forced to abandon it."
"Why?" asked the boy.
"Because of what I chose to believe, and because of all that I have done," said the assassin. "But you, you changed something in me. You made me see the innocence in that galaxy, and that there was more to life than money and power. You will learn this lesson where you're going. Let us go.
He took Bandon to Anchorage, where his ship was stationed. He brought Bandon onto his ship, and they took off. The assassin sensed the boy was strong in the force, but didn't want him to join the Sith. He set his course for Dantooine, and took off. The assassin was forever changed that day. He realized the true evils of the Sith, and he learned what it meant to be innocent. He realized the wrong he has done to the galaxy, and strived to revoke it. A new chapter in his life had began.