It was odd for a young woman to be found in a bar. That's where Fallon was, waiting. It was dim, noisy, and filled with strange and fascinating creatures. She constantly had flashbacks of last year, when she first arrived at Tatooine...
The Tatooine troopers came to retrieve Fallon from the desert after she had landed. They were rough with her, and very impolite. The lead one pushed her to the ground at the base.
"Pilot 6, you aren't Pilot 6," the man said. "Women don't pilot X-Wings."
" I had to, sir. I had to run from Corellia. I can never return," Fallon responded.
" Never, eh? Why not?"
" ..."
A trooper kicked her and shouted,"Answer him! NOW!"
"I'm a wanted outlaw," she retorted.
Fallon has escaped from authority in a style that no other outlaw has ever pulled off before. Her skill was noticed by a bounty hunter by the name of Jango...Jango Fett. That's who she was waiting for in the bar. Fallon didn't know any better and befriended him last year. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"C'mon Fallon, I need to talk to you," Jango stated.
Fett took Antilles outside.
"We've got a mission, Fallon. See this man here?" he asked as he held up a picture," This is Anakin Skywalker. I am supposed to kill him, but I need a few items to do so. This mission is very crucial...Are you up for the job?"
Fallon's eyes lit up," Of course!!! Just tell me what you need and I'll get it to you by dawn."
"Great. I need a bowcaster, a fighter aircraft, and some new armor. Meet me at this spot."
Fallon nodded and Jango walked off.
Antilles couldn't believe that she was actually back to work. She dressed in dark colors, black and navy to be exact, to it would be very difficult to find her. The streets of Tatooine were even more guarded than the ones of her home planet. Fallon attached her laser, rope, dagger, and quiver to her belt. She strapped on her trusty crossbow and jumped down, landed cat-like in the street.
She took a quick glance at the map and headed quietly toward the Armory. Fallon was almost there. Her steady hand reached for the gold colored doorknob...Suddenly, she heard somebody holler," Stop right there!" Fallon ran, ran right into a trap. Her silver eyes darted over everything. She was in between a wall and a wall of troopers. Antilles couldn't give up just yet. She didn't even get one item. It would be a disgrace to return empty handed. Then, almost as if on cue, her chance appeared. She climbed over to walls as soon as she knew that the troopers were distracted. An item on her list lay before her.
"Jeez," she started," pilots need to be more careful with their X-Wings. How irresponsible."
Fallon hopped into the cockpit and flew off, this time, turning the radio off. Shew flew over the Armory and put the aircraft in hover mode. Slowly, Fallon lowered herself onto the roof. From there, it was easy. The outlaw pulled the laser out and cut a clean hold in the glass above the desired armor, and then lowered herself inside. She has has practice at this, the trick was not to touch the floor, for there was a laser grid. It you walk through a laser, it sets off an alarm. Without touching the ground, she pulled herself back up.
"Now what was the last item? Oh yeah, a crossbow! No, wait, that wasn't it. Uhh...a bowcaster! There we go!"
She guided the X-Wing carefully over to the Artillery Shop and landed it.
"I utterly loathe stealing from Artillery Shops...The owners always catch me," she muttered to herself. Antilles silently moved through the shop, head down. "Let's see...bowcaster, bowcaster...no, bow and arrow...no, crossbow...EUREAKA!,"she accidently yelled," BOWCASTER!" Just then, a trooper came crashing in.
" You are under arrest! Put your hands up!"
" Yuh-oh, gotta bust a move."
Fallon sprinted by the trooper and laughed. She wasn't through and done just yet. Her eyes were on the trooper she passed and...*SMACK*she ran right into a different one. Fallon gave a sheepish grin of embarrassment and started to run again. She managed to get into the X-Wing and was strangle worn out. Something caught her eye, something in her left arm. It was a tranquilizer dart.
Antilles pulled it out and suddenly felt the need to take a nap. She put the X-Wing on autopilot and instructed it to land at near the bar at dawn. It was the only thing she could do before she fell asleep. This was it, the tranquilizer kicked right in. She fell over and dosed off, her mind going blank and her breathing deep and steady as she went into a reverie...