1 YEAR AFTER ORDER 66
Curoscant was now run over by the empire, everyone on the planet had to obey by their rules or it was death. Everyday they heard of chaos across the galaxy, only that inflicted by Darth Vader. Nobody knew what he looked like, what they heard could not be true, it was all whispers in the wind. Rumour was he wore a black cape, and never showed his face. He was protected by black armour and a helmet. They said when you heard that noise, the noise of his breathing, you would be dead or wishing you were. In the cantina a gungan sat in the corner. Always alone but always writing in a book. One day a woman sat with him. The employee watched them with intrest. He knew they were up to something. Dex wouldn't rat them out though, he missed his old friend, he missed the Jedi. It had been many years since he last saw Obi-Wan. The last time he saw him, would have been when he came to the cantina about a dart from the planet Komino. Dex had no idea what had happened to him when order 66 was issued, he just hoped he was not in the Jedi temple when it happened. Everyone could see the smoke that day. His mind drifted back to that terrible day, it was one thing he wished would clear his mind but like everyone else that day. It was something that would never leave them. And it would be a tale told to their children for years to come. The woman who sat with the gungan got up and left him alone there. Dex sent over a cup of "Joe" for him, but underneath he wrote a letter. The gungan in the corner didn't drink the "Joe" but he noticed the letter underneath and read it, he then put it in the liquid. Dex observed all this and was confused. He had written 'meet me here at closing time'. The Gungan got up, paid the waitress and left. Whether or not he would show up he would have to wait. Outside the cantina the gungan twidled his fingers and pulled his growing white moustache and pondered whether or not he should do as the letter said. He went back to his "hiding hole" which was away from any spies of the empire and thought long and hard about this decision.
8PM
Dex was pacing back and forth in his Cantina waiting to see if the gungan turned up. The gungan had decided to turn up and see who wanted to communicate with him. He was not alone, he was taking a foot solider in with him and would have someone protect him from above (sniper). He entered the Cantina and saw the cook/owner pacing up and down the aisle. Dex turned round to be greeted with a gun to his face and the gungan wasn't alone.
"You do not trust me?" Dex asked. But the Gungan just stared at him, he would no speak unless it was necessary. Dex didn't know what he expected to be honest with himself. He didn't know if he was going to die or if this was an empire trick to lure the rebels that had been forming throughout the years.
"I have been watching you when you come in Gungan. You write in that little book of yours, meet sometimes with people, especially a female. Are you a resister?" He didn't mean it to come out as if he were spying on them but he wanted to know, he wanted to help.
"If me-sa say yes?" the Gungan asked
"Then I would like to help you" He said it with honesty and hoped he would believe him. He didnt want his head to be blown off. The Gungan observed the creature infront of him. He felt he should believe him but in the galaxy nowadays, you never knew who you could trust.
"I-sa Rebel. Me-sa Jar Jar Bink, last of the Gungan senate. Friend of Jedi, those who are left I is friend of" Jar Jar Binks said
"Ah, you are THE Jar Jar Bink? My friend spoke often of you he did. His name was Obi-Wan…"
"Shhhh!" The person who accompanied Jar Jar hissed. "We do not speak of Jedis names in this day, they are gone!" Dex hadn't meant to get this sort of reaction from the stranger, let alone Jar Jar.
"You knew Genral? Then you-sa friend. You-sa become resister, you-sa friend of Jar Jar, but Jar Jar no live, Jar Jar now Malbo."
"Malbo, I am Dex. I will keep an eye out for anyone with information and any potential Empire secrets. The day may come when we need to take action, Malbo."
"Yes, and you-sa need to be ready as well. We speak in code, we teach you"
After that day, nothing would be the same for Dex and for Jar Jar/Malbo. The resistance was beginning to grow. One day they would make a stand, one day things would change.