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Enter Luke and Ferus, in the Jundland Wastes, beside the unconscious Laze.
Luke. What?
Ferus. [furious] He left. Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell out the back of a spice freighter. I told him I would flay him alive if he went, and now, look! Tuskens! Thank the Force, I put Trever on the case. But we haven't got time to stand around. Hurry, now. We have got to get you back. Oh, the trouble this is going to cause. I will kill him.
Luke. You're . . . you're a Force wielder?
Ferus. I'm a Void, as Niles knows full well, so how in space was I supposed to help you fight the Tuskens? He left you completely without cover when I warned him . . .
Luke. This Niles has been following me? Hang on . . . It was he. He Force Traveled in front of my homestead.
Ferus. Yes, yes, yes. But luckily I had stationed Trever under a speeder just in case, and Trever came and warned me. But by the time I got to your homestead, you had already gone. And now . . . O! What is Yoda going to say? [to Laze] You! Get your fat choobies off the ground, quick!
Luke. You know Yoda?
Ferus. Of course I know Yoda. Who doesn't know Yoda? But come on. I'll be no help if they come back. I've never so much as metamorphosed a teabag. [to Laze] Get up, you useless lump. Get up!
Luke. I'll do it.
Luke helps Laze to his feet.
Ferus. Hurry up.
Ferus and Luke, dragging Laze, make their way out of the Jundland Wastes.
Keep your lightsaber out. Never mind the Secrecy Act. There's going to be hell to pay, anyway. We might as well be hanged for a Rodian as an Ewok. Talk about the Jedi Code! This is exactly what Yoda was afraid of . . . What's that at the end of the street? Oh, it's just Master Joanson. Don't put your lightsaber away, boy. Don't I keep telling you I'm no use?
Luke jabs Laze in the ribs, but to no avail.
Luke. Why didn't you tell me you're a Void, Master Olin? All those time I cam around your hut . . . Why didn't you say anything?
Ferus. Yoda's orders. I was to keep an eye on you, but not to say anything. You were too young. I'm sorry I gave you such a miserable time, Luke, but the Larses wouldn't have allowed you to come if they thought you enjoyed it. It wasn't easy, you know. But oh, my stars, when Yoda hears about this . . . How could Niles have left? He was supposed to be on duty until midnight. Where is he? How am I going to tell Yoda what has happened? I can't Force Travel.
Luke. I've got a droid. You can borrow him.
Ferus. Luke. You don't understand. Yoda will need to act as quickly as possible. The Republic has its own ways of detecting underage Force use. They'll know already. You mark my words.
Luke. But I was getting rid of the Tuskens. I had to use the Force. They're going to be more worried about what the Tuskens were doing floating around the Dune Sea, won't they?
Ferus. Oh, my dear, I wish it were so. But I'm afraid . . .
Enter Niles Ferrier, a bearded ship thief with dark hair, smoking a cigarra.
Niles Ferrier! I am going to kill you!
Ferrier. Hello, Olin. What happened to staying undercover?
Ferus. [angry] I'll give you undercover. Tuskens, you useless, skiving ship thief!
Ferrier. Tuskens? Tuskens here?
Ferus. Yes, you worthless pile of tusker poop. Here! Tuskens, attacking the boy on your watch!
Ferrier glances from Luke to Ferus blankly.
Ferrier. Kark. Kark, I . . .
Ferus. And you, off buying stolen cauldrons! Didn't I tell you not to go? Didn't I?
Ferrier. I, well, I . . . It was a good business opportunity, you see . . .
Ferus begins attacking Ferrier with his shopping bags.
O! Get off! Get off, you barvy old timer! Someone has got to tell Yoda.
Ferus. Yes, they have. And that somebody had better be you, and you can tell him why you weren't there to help.
Ferrier. Keep your hair on! I'm going! I'm going!
Exit Ferrier, vanishing.
Ferus. I hope Yoda murders him. Now come on, Luke. What are you waiting for?
Ferus and Luke, still dragging Laze, approach the Lars homestead.
I'll take you to the door. Just in case there are more of them around . . . oh, my stars, what a catastrophe . . . and you had to fight them off yourself . . . And Yoda said we were to keep you from using the Force at all costs. Well, it's no good crying over spilled blue milk, I suppose . . . but the Bothan's in the Senate now. . . .
Luke. So . . . Yoda has been having me followed?
Ferus. Of course he has. After the Emperor killed that poor Darklighter boy last June, did you expect him to let you wander around on your own? By the Force, boy! They told me you were intelligent. Now, get inside and stay there. I expect someone will be in touch soon. Whatever happens, don't leave the house.
Exit all.