Hello! This will be my first original Star wars chapter fic (remember, ten percent is adopted) and I'd appreiciate it if you'd review and let me know what you think of it.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to George Lucas, I just like to torture them.
It was a busy day in Mos Eisley and as was common, no one paid much heed to the two males drifting through the hustle. Their faces were covered with swathes of cloth, leaving only their eyes visible, and their coats dragged the dusty ground, a desert hawk perched upon the shoulder of one. The elder of the two, with wrinkles at the edge of his fathomless green-grey eyes, followed slightly behind the younger, a blue-eyed youth with sure strides and a casual wariness about him. He had been Eisley before and knew what a seedy place it could be.
They drifted down to a small building that had been locked for the past ten years. The elder placed his weather worn hand on the touch pad and the door opened. A moment later the two were headed off in a small moss colored speeder, the youth piloting the craft with a sure and steady hand.
As the pair sped across the desert, the younger of the two contemplated the past ten years, and the events that led to his liberation from this miserable ball of dust.
