Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.

Enter Luke, Mara, and Corran, in the Jaded Jawa.

Luke, Mara, and Corran sit at a table.

Enter Asyr Sei'lar, a canine woman with black fur and violet eyes.

Luke. We, er, want to order dinner.

Asyr. You have the creds to pay for it?

Enter Yun-Yammka, an imposing figure with dark hair and a long face covered with scars.

Yun-Yammka. It's on me.

Yun-Yammka sits at their table.

[to Asyr] Are you still here?

Asyr stiffens and exits.

Yun-Yammka glances at Luke, filling the youth with anger.

So you're the Dark Lord's son, eh?

Luke. [angry] What's it to you?

Mara. [glances at Luke warningly] Luke. This is . . .

Yun-Yammka. It's okay. I don't mind a little attitude, as long as you remember who's the boss. You know who I am, little cousin?

Luke. You're Saba's father Yun-Yammka, the Slayer.

Yun-Yammka. [grins] That's right, boy. I heard you broke Saba's vibrolance.

Luke. She was asking for it.

Yun-Yammka. Probably. That's cool. I don't fight my kids' fights, you know? What I'm here for . . . I heard you were in town. I got a little proposition for you.

Enter Asyr, with trays of nerfburgers, hubba chips, and glasses of ruby bliel.

The Bothan sets the trays on the table, and Yun-Yammka tosses her a few aurodium ingots.

Asyr. But these aren't . . .

Yun-Yammka removes his coufee.

Yun-Yammka. Problem, sweetheart?

Asyr swallows and exits.

Luke. [angry] You can't do that. You can't threaten beings with a coufee.

Yun-Yammka. [laughs] Are you kidding? I love this world, best place since Mandalore. Don't you carry a weapon, infidel? You should. Dangerous galaxy out there. Which brings me to my proposition. I need you to do me a favor.

Luke. What favor could I do for a god?

Yun-Yammka. Something a god doesn't have time to do himself. It's nothing much. I left my shield at an abandoned water park on Ando. I was going on a little . . . date with my girlfriend. We were interrupted. I left my shield behind. I want you to fetch it for me.

Luke. Why don't you go back and get it yourself?

Yun-Yammka. [angry] Why don't I turn you into a vhlor and run you over with my chariot? Because I don't feel like it. A god is giving you an opportunity to prove yourself, Luke Skywalker. Will you prove yourself a coward? Or maybe you only fight when there's a river to dive into, so your father can protect you.

Luke. [aside] I want to punch this guy. But somehow, I know he's waiting for that. Yun-Yammka's power is causing my anger. He'll love it if I attack. I don't want to give him the satisfaction. [to Yun-Yammka] We're not interested. We've already got a quest.

Yun-Yammka. I know all about your quest, infidel. When that item was first stolen, Sekot sent his best out looking for it: Yavin, Ashla, Dathomir, and me, naturally. If I couldn't sniff out a weapon that powerful . . . [licks his lips] Well, if I couldn't find it, you've got no hope. Nevertheless, I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. Your father and I go way back. After all, I'm the one who told him my suspicions about old Son.

Luke. You told him Bogan stole the rod?

Yun-Yammka. Sure. Framing somebody to start a war. Oldest trick in the book. I recognized it immediately. In a way, you got me to thank for your little quest.

Luke. [sarcastic] Thank you.

Yun-Yammka. Hey, I'm a generous guy. Just do my little job, and I'll help you on your way. I'll arrange a ride Rimward for you and your friends.

Luke. We're doing fine on our own.

Yun-Yammka. [snorts] Yeah, right. No credits. No ship. No clue what you're up against. Help me out, and maybe I'll tell you something you need to know . . . something about your mother.

Luke. My mother?

Yun-Yammka. [grins] That got your attention. Ando is a few parsecs galactic south of Kothlis. You can't miss it. Look for the Love Commander ride.

Luke. What interrupted your date? Something scare you off?

Yun-Yammka. [bares his teeth] You're lucky you met me, infidel, and not one of the other Je'daii. They're not as forgiving of rudeness as I am. I'll meet you back here when you're done. Don't disappoint me.

Exit Yun-Yammka.

Corran. Not good. Yun-Yammka sought you out, Luke. This is not good.

Luke. It's probably some kind of trick. Forget Yun-Yammka. Let's just go.

Mara. We can't. Look, I hate Yun-Yammka as much as anybody. But you don't ignore the Je'daii unless you want serious bad fortune. He wasn't kidding about turning you into a vhlor.

Luke. Why does he need us?

Mara. Maybe it's a problem that requires brains. Yun-Yammka has strength. That's all he has. Even strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes.

Luke. But this water park . . . He almost seemed scared. What could make a war god run away like that?

Mara and Corran exchange looks.

Mara. I'm afraid we'll have to find out.

Exit all.