"All's clear, there is no life in the area." Boba Fett was speaking into his wrist radio. Even after I heard this fantastic news, I knew I couldn't breathe any easier. Any sudden sound or movement would surely alert him to my presence. Only after I saw him go into his rocket and blast off did I let out a sigh of relief. Using my force senses, I knew he left no spy drones. Of course he wouldn't, he trusted his ego too much. If he couldn't find them with his own two eyes, they weren't there.
Let me back up. I am a Jedi. I escaped the extermination by hiding within a droid. I always refused to have them in the same room with me. That is what eventually saved my life. I knew that some Jedi were out there. If they weren't, why was Boba trying to kill them? I gripped my lightsaver, my binky. I made him when I was only nine. His grips were as familiar to me as the back of my hand. Every time I touched it, I knew I was safe.
I got out from my hidey hole and looked at my surroundings. A rocky terrain, with not much room to hide, only a spire here and there. Klim V was a wasteland. I was glad I fell into that small hole. A slender hole with barely enough room for my shoulders, it could only be found if you knew exactly where it was. Of course, being the planet that it is, no one but me knew that it was there.
I took out my postcard. A holographic movie played in front of my eyes.
"To whomever receives this message: Boba Fett has forgotten to search something. He has searched none of the infinite moons in our galaxy. The base of operations for the rebellion is one of those moons, Yavin 4. Here is a map of where we are. Please, save the rebellion."