One - Kieran
I held my breath and watched as Kenobi waved Anakin and Padme off.
They were heading back to Naboo. Ever since the assassination attempt on Senator Amidala, Skywalker had been tense. I suspect him and the Senator were closer than they'd like to admit.
As the transport closed, I heard Captain Typho and Kenobi exchange a couple of words.
"I do hope he doesn't try anything stupid," Obi-Wan sighed.
"I'd be more worried about her than him." Typho looked at Obi-Wan, a smile in his eye.
"I'd be worried about both," I sighed.
Kenobi stepped out of the transport.
I looked out the window, and I saw a grimy looking building labeled 'Dex's Diner' in front of us.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and followed him out.
As we walked in, a droid looked at us.
"Someone to see ya, honey!" It yelled. "Jedi by the looks of it." Haha, I've been overshadowed by Kenobi. That's the norm, I guess!
"Obi-Wan!" A voice gurgled. I glanced in the direction of the noise and saw a grubby Besalisk behind a counter.
"Hello, Dex," Obi-Wan said, smiling warmly.
So polite, you wouldn't believe he's such a badass.
"Take a seat, I'll be right with ya!" Dex waved.
Obi-Wan and I sat down, and the droid zoomed towards us.
"You wanna cup o' jawa juice?" It asked casually.
"Oh yes. Thank you," Obi-Wan accepted. I shook my head quickly.
I sat on the inside of the booth, squishing myself up against the window, watching floating transports whizzing in the sky.
"Old buddy!" Dex said.
Obi-Wan stood up and embraced the alien, laughing cheerfully. I saw one of the Besalisk's arms pull up his pants, and I winced. I hope he's got what we're looking for.
Dex groaned as he pushed himself into the seat.
"So, old friend, what can I do for ya?" Dex coughed.
Obi-Wan smiled slightly, before pulling the toxic dart out of his robes.
"You can tell me what this is," he showed the projectile to him. I watched as the alien's eyes lit with recognition.
"Well, whattaya know!" He said in awe. "I haven't seen one of these since I was prospectin' on Subterrel, beyond the Outer Rim!" Dex picked up the dart, examining it closely.
So the archives weren't accurate? Huh.
The droid waitress came with our drinks.
"Can you tell me where it came from?" Obi-Wan asked. "Thank you." He looked at the droid.
"This baby belongs to them cloners," Dex analyzed. "What you got here is a Kamino saberdart."
Kamino?! I've been there its-
"I wonder why it didn't show up in the analysis archives," Obi-Wan voiced my thoughts.
"It's these funny little cuts on the side that give it away," Dex pointed to the ridges in the dart. For further reference, then. "Those analysis droids only focus on symbols. I should think that you Jedi would have more respect for the difference between knowledge and wisdom." The alien huffed.
"Well, if droids could think, there'd be none of us here, would there?" Obi-Wan joked, taking a swig of his drink.
I chuckled.
"Kamino. I'm not familiar with it. Is it part of the Republic?" Obi-Wan traced the cuts on the dart.
"No, no, it's beyond the Outer Rim, I'd say about 12 parsecs outside…"
"The Rishi Maze," I finished for him. "Should be easy to find, even for the archive droids."
Obi-Wan stared at me. "How'd you know?"
"Well," I scratched the back of my neck. "I was born on Rishi. Kamino was the only planet important enough in the Outer Rim."
"Well, she knows something!" Dex chortled. "Uh, these Kaminoans keep to themselves. They're cloners. Damn good ones, too."
"Cloners? Are they friendly?" Kenobi asked hesitantly.
"Oh, it depends," Dex bellowed.
"Depends on what, Dex?" Obi-Wan's smile became a little more forced. So he isn't a perfect Jedi.
"On how good your manners are, how big your pocketbook is…"
I laughed aloud. "That's everyone."
I walked into the library with Obi-Wan.
I pulled out a sketchbook and started doodling while Obi-Wan stared at a marble bust on a stand.
"Are you channeling the Force or something?" I ask tiredly. "Because you look really stupid."
"I could say the same for you, Enko."
An old woman walked over and scrutinized Obi-Wan.
"Did you call for assistance?" She asked, her voice frail.
There was a girl behind her, with long brown hair and bright green eyes.
She looks like an entitled prick.
She glanced at me, and I scowled at her, before returning to my drawing.
"Yes, yes I did," Obi-Wan said quickly.
"Are you having a problem, Master Kenobi?" The woman smiled intensely.
"Yes, um, I'm looking for a planet called Kamino. It doesn't show up on the archive charts." Kenobi gestured towards a device.
"Kamino," the lady pronounced it slowly. "It's not a system I'm familiar with. Are you sure you have the right coordinates?"
"According to my information, it should appear in this quadrant here, just south of the Rishi Maze."
The lady pressed a couple buttons and the map zoomed in, revealing Rishi and a green hexagon around empty space.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid the system you're looking for does not exist." She chided.
"Impossible. Perhaps the archives are incomplete."
The woman straightened. "If an item does not appear in our records, it does not exist." She walked away swiftly, the girl following her, and Obi-Wan put his head in his hands.
"Well, they sure are confident in their system. You shouldn't trust it. They couldn't find your saberdart, how do you know they could find a planet?" I stooped next to him.
"A small dart and an entire planet are two very different things," he said tiredly. Well, if you're just gonna push my encouragement away… I packed up my sketchbook and took one last glance at the librarian and her green-eyed shadow.