Omacar stepped off a transport shuttle and looked around at the space station. He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out three credits. He gave them to the pilot and faked a grin. He had finally made it to Dekka IV. Granted, he was on the far side of the planet where the Empire had taken over the central city.
"Better than nothing." He said to himself as he walked forth into the rush of people.
There were stormtroopers outside of every building. In the crowded streets, merchants shouted names of materials and food items. The entirety of the city seemed to be trying to sell all of their goods as soon as possible. The frantic noises gave Omacar a headache.
A shrill coldness grasped at Omacar's mind. A dark voice splintered into his head. "Good. You have made it as planned. Find my accomplice at the Dubringer weapon house. They will take you to me." The tense grip let go as the force left his mind.
He grasped at his head, realizing he had fallen in the street. He lifted himself upright and looked around. People rushed past not even noticing his fall. He felt a hand grab his shoulder.
"You alright, kid?" A tall man asked.
Without hesitation, Omacar raised a hand and instinctively force pushed the man into a traders cart. He turned to realize his mistake as three stormtroopers were rushing to the scene. He clasped two hands together and felt a rush of force flow through his body. Suddenly, he vanished without a trace.
The invisibility strained his mind terribly, but it allowed him enough time to escape the commotion. He let go of the invisibility and let out a deep breath. He raised an arm while he caught up with his breathing. A small screen clicked on showing the general path to the location of the weapon house. He looked up the street and found a giant red building with a massive logo plastered on the front. Two guards stood stationary outside.
Instead of going through the main entrance, he followed an alleyway leading to the back of the building. He approached a scanner and put a hand to it. He waited and felt sweat dripping from his head.
"Omacar Zudai." A robotic voice spit out.
"Zudai-" He was cut off by the door sliding open. He made a mental note to ask where the name Zudai had come from.
He stepped into a long hallway lit only by the neon light from the ceiling. Several pieces of artwork sat silently on the walls seemingly watching him as he walked. An astromech droid rolled by beeping happily. He walked through an archway covered in some sort of native plant. Inside he found a single man reading a book by a fire.
"You may approach." He said softly from his chair. "I don't bite!" He giggled, but his voice seemed worn and had very little strength left.
"Are you the contact?" Omacar asked, not moving from his spot.
"I am many things." The man said as he put down his book. "But, your contact?" He paused for a moment while he repositioned himself in his chair, "Is not me."
"Do you know where I can find them?" Omacar asked growing impatient.
"Of course I do." The man replied. "They will be with you soon. Until then, why don't you take a seat."
Omacar hesitantly approached keeping his eyes locked on the man. As the man came into view, he realized just how old the man actually was. He was blind in one eye and had deep wrinkles from head to toe.
"Surprised?" The man asked seeing the puzzled look on Omacar's face.
Omacar tried to regain a neutral facial expression. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
The man blinked. "I have seen much in my long life. I have seen empires rise and fall, Jedi and Sith clash, even moons crash into other moons!" He smiled slightly, "Yet, I have not seen a face like yours before."
"What's so special about my face?" Omacar said.
"The eyes hold wonders, you know!" The man said, putting out a hand. "Do you wish to hear more?"
Omacar felt his curiosity rising. "What do you mean?"
"Give me your palm and you shall see."
Omacar stared into the man's pale face and gave him his palm. A sudden rush of cold whipped through the room. All of the surrounding walls disappeared and were replaced with the blue of the sky. Omacar looked down noticing the floor had turned to vibrant green grass. A singular wooden building sat nearby. Outside of the house was a man and a woman.
The man was tall and wore a particularly warm looking assortment of robes. He stood completely still. From the light of the sun, Omacar noticed a logo on the front of his robes. It was red and had some sort of cross design stitched into it.
The woman was frightened and suddenly said, "Please. He is barely two months old. Taking him now would be too much of a hassle for you."
The man didn't respond. Instead, he raised an ancient looking cube from his pocket and showed it to her. It opened showering the surrounding air with blue holographic light. A large timer sprouted from the inside of the cube. It was at thirty seconds and counting down.
The woman grimaced. "Please. I know what deal we made, but he's my son-"
The man cut her off and said in a booming deep voice, "My son."
The countdown hit zero. The man raised a hand and gripped it tight. The woman rose from the ground grasping at her throat.
He looked at her and said hoarsely, "May the force guide you through your death."
She dropped to the floor motionlessly. The man opened the front door to the house and came out moments later with a small baby boy in his arms. He then held up a hand and disappeared into nothingness with the boy.
Omacar felt a familiar blast of wind rush past him. The old man reappeared in his chair at the base of the fireplace.
"What the hell was that?" Omacar shouted.
The man considered the question for a moment and replied, "That is not for me to understand. I only show the picture, you must find out the story behind it."
Omacar was about to say something when the door behind them opened. A small old lady walked into the room and smiled.
"Omacar! I welcome your arrival and I am deeply glad you made it here safely."
"Are you the contact?" Omacar asked, desperately hoping he could leave.
She smiled again. "Yes. You can call me Elisa. Follow me, please."